A/N: Had time, loads of time. Parental units went out of town for the day so no one to nag down my throat about all the stuff I should be doing other than spending time on my computer doing various things, and blasting music. Once again in my estranged habit of writing fan fic, if I'm listening to one song over and over again while I write the chap the chap gets named after it. Probably nobody who reads this will know what the song is from but if you do, you rock and obviously a nerd like me! I do warn though that this fic is coming to a close rather soon, probably in the next chapter in fact, but it's been fun writing it. Thank you all so much whom have reviewed. I really enjoyed reading what you all had to say, and was excited to see fellow ff.net authors on the list of reviewers, who have fic that I've read and some of which I've been keeping up with and reading.
Spontaneous Nag: Okay this is something that has nagged at me for forever. Why and how is it that in book 5 and in most peoples fics about this time and afterwards that Sev is spying again? I mean, I don't believe they came out and said it flat out in book 5, but I remember it definitely being insinuated. I mean doesn't anyone remember book one when Sev confronts Quirrell who just happened to have Voldemort in the back of his head at the time, warning him about loyalties. I mean how much more obvious to Voldemort did it have to get, that Snape is obviously on Dumbledore's side? If I were Voldemort, after that no matter what Sev had to say to me, I wouldn't trust him, spy or not. He's just so double sided. Of course I love Sev and wouldn't have him any other way so yay, but that was just my nag, so thank you for reading for those of you who did.
Randomness of the Moraco: ow…typers cramp running all up my left arm....
The Young And The Hopeless
Chapter 8
The Irony of Chaste
More time passed as the year progressed. All the students had come back from the winter break and were preparing their bags, and a few of the larger procrastinators, the last bits of their homework, for classes to begin the following day. Harry gathered Ron, Hermione, and 'Simon' and they headed out of the common room and borrowed an unused classroom for privacy.
'So what is it that you wanted to tell us that required such privacy, Harry?' Ron asked his friend. He also pointed to Simon 'And why is he here?'
'Because he's involved with what I want to tell you and it's something we'd both appreciate not being spread,' Harry told him.
A light bulb turned on in Hermione's head. 'So that's why you were trying to run all the boys off for winter holiday.'
'Hermione, what are you talking about?' Ron looked at her very confused.
'Honestly, Ron, you haven't noticed how much more time he's been spending with Simon than us, and he wanted the boys' dormitory all to the two of them for winter break? It should be obvious. All the clues point to one thing,' Hermione stated.
'What? That the two of them are plotting something against us?'
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. 'How I put up with you sometimes I don't know.' She looked over to Harry and Simon. 'Am I right though?'
Harry grabbed Simon's hand and intertwined their fingers. He looked up at Hermione and smiled. 'Yes. I shouldn't have put it by you not to figure out.'
'I had my suspicions, but I wasn't going to say anything,' she admitted.
Ron stood dumbfounded. 'Why didn't you ever tell me, Harry? We've slept in the same dormitory in beds next to each other for 7 years now, and you never told me you swung that way.'
'There was never much to tell. For quite a few years I liked girls, but they did nothing for me, and when I realized that I was just confused. I never really came to the conclusion of exactly which way I "swung", as you put it, until only about the end of last school year,' Harry admitted to his best friend.
'Harry, it's January, you've had plenty of time that you could have told me.'
'I didn't know how you'd react, so I chose not to bring it up until a more necessary time, like now.'
'And what makes now such a more necessary time?'
'Because,' Harry began shouting, 'I'M IN LOVE WITH SEVERUS SNAPE! And I've been dying to tell someone.'
'Whoa, whoa, Harry, wait just a minute. Do I need a hearing aide, or did you just say you're in love with Severus Snape?' Hermione asked, looking very confused which is not a very common look on her face.
'Shit,' Simon said.
Harry whirled back around to look at Simon, or the now outted, Sev, with a look of horror on his face. 'I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to-'
'It's okay,' Sev said as he embraced Harry, re-assuring him that he wasn't going to hurt him.
'What exactly is going on,' Ron said. 'If I was confused before, I sure as bloody hell am even more confused now.'
Severus released Harry and turned to look at Ron and Hermione. 'My name is not Simon Edwards. I am in fact Severus Snape. Just seventeen year old Severus Snape. I'm from the past.'
'How is that possible?' Asked Hermione.
'I haven't a clue,' Sev answered. 'There was a shining light in the water of the lake when I was outside one evening and I was curious what it was and went to it. The next thing I knew I was washed up on the bank of the lake and Harry was there. We were told to keep my true identity a most well guarded secret, which we've been successful with until now.'
'You can trust us, we won't tell a soul,' Hermione assured him. 'Even then I don't think anybody would believe us.'
'But,' Ron interjected, 'if you're here now, and your older self is here, doesn't it mean that you have to go back to your time where you'll later become him?'
'You're right, Ron,' Sev answered.
'Eventually we'll have to say goodbye, but for now we've still got a little over a month together and are going to try to make the most of it,' Harry said. 'I thought it better you guys knowing about the two of us so we could at least be closer together for the short time we have left.'
The time continued to pass and Harry and Sev's time was closing in on them quickly. They had only 3 days left together. They managed to be lucky that it was a Friday-Sunday time frame. Not only a weekend, but a Hogsmeade weekend at that. To the shock of most students Professor Snape had assigned no homework for the weekend. He was usually the one that assigned something somewhat difficult that you'd have to sacrifice your Hogsmeade time to work on your homework if you wished to pass.
During dinner time Harry and Sev had been trying to finish their meals as quickly as possible without looking like complete pigs so that they could sneak back to Gryffindor Tower and have a little bit of time to themselves before the other boys would be finished and come back and they would have to be just friends again. An owl flew in and dropped a letter into Sev's lap.
Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 'You never get mail.'
The letter was addressed to Mr. Simon Edwards. Sev opened it and read it to himself.
Dear Mr. Edwards,
First of all, show this to no one. Especially Harry. I need to speak with you in private. It's about a rather important matter. Please come see me after you've finished dinner. My private chambers should suffice. I presume you remember the way and the password.
Yours, or should I say you,
S.S.
Sev leaned over and whispered into Harry's ear. 'Sorry, love but I have something urgent I need to attend to after dinner.'
Harry nodded.
Sev looked up at the staff table to see his future self leaving. He thought it best to finish what was left of his potatoes and head the same direction.
A/N: Okay that's all for now. I had planned on writing a bit more, but then I thought long and hard (…smacks self get your mind out of the gutter when you hear those words moraco!) about it and decided that the next (and most likely last) chapter would be horrendously short if I did that. Well, hope you all enjoyed, so you're welcome to give that review button down there a little click and let me know what ya think.