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A/N: This is a fan fiction about Harry and Snape. So it does involve homosexuality. This is just another warning. Anyways, I hope you like it and thanks a bunch for the reviews. It always helps.
Until Death and After
Chapter Three: Too Close
It began with nothing but darkness. Pain shot through my head, not like before, but as if I was searching for my lost memories. Draco flashed through my mind. His image grew clearer as the pain withdrew. He was talking to someone. I stepped closer, so I could observe better. Draco was talking to me... another me. I looked down at myself. I smiled as I noticed I was the man I remembered. Neither Draco nor I realized that I had approached them. "Hey Potter," Draco said, touching Young Harry's hand lightly.
"Hi... Malfoy," I watched Harry blush bashfully.
I didn't like Malfoy, did I? "I made a drink," he said. "Do you want some?"
He handed Harry the silver potion. I watched my image raise an eyebrow and handed it back to Draco. "Why aren't you drinking it?" I heard Harry's young voice ask.
Draco smiled at the suspicion. He drank about half and swallowed. He closed his eyes for a moment and handed it back to Harry. "I'm just trying to be nice," he said.
Harry nodded nervously. "Thanks," he smiled at the boy across from him.
Draco and I observed him quickly chug the remainder of the drink. Harry blinked for a moment and I saw him rub his head for a moment. Draco grabbed his arm. "Are you all right Potter?" he asked.
Harry nodded and then took Draco's hand off of him. "Yeah Malfoy, fine. What the hell are you doing here anyway," he glared.
I guess that I didn't remember the whole drink situation. Draco smiled. "Nothing Potter. See you," he walked off without a wave.
I watched myself rub my head and dust off the arm that Draco had touched. Severus Snape walked by. His onyx eyes spotted me and raised an eyebrow. Could he see me? His head turned watching me carefully, but bumped into the younger version of me. "Sorry Harry," he said.
Harry looked up at him in a bit of disgust. "You mean Mr. Potter, Professor Snape?" he said.
Snape looked at him, rather stunned. "I do, sorry," he said.
He turned to look at me for a moment and walked off. "Harry?"
"Harry?" Hermione repeated.
I opened my eyes to see Hermione and Ron looking over me. It was rather creepy. "I'm awake," I said and sat up.
I moved my hands around, searching for my glasses. "Are you alright?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine," I smiled.
I squinted and looked again. "What are you looking for?" Ron asked.
"My glasses..." I said.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. "You're wearing them," Hermione said.
I touched my face. Why did my vision suck? "Listen, we were thinking about what you said the other day," Ron said.
I rubbed my head. "What did I say the other day?"
Hermione sighed lightly. "The whole... issue," she said.
"What issue?" I asked.
Ron shrugged. "He must not have his memory fully back," he said.
"Memory?" I asked. "Do they know what happened to me?"
Hermione looked around and leaned closer to me. "Not fully, but we overheard Madam Pomfrey talking and she said that it may have caused memory loss."
"Permanent?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said.
Did I really fall back in time? Or was everything just a dream. I watched Professor Snape... Severus Snape walk into the room. He looked at my friends and then down at me. "If you don't mine I need to talk to Mr. Potter alone," he said.
"We're his best friends, why does it matter if we're here?" Ron asked.
"It's his personal business. If he wants you to know, then he'll tell you after I tell him," he said.
Hermione looked at me. "Maybe he wants us to stay," she said.
I shook my head. "I'll tell you guys later," I said.
She raised an eyebrow. "All right," she said.
Hermione pulled Ron out of the room. I looked up at Severus. "Don't look at me like that Harry," he narrowed his black eyes. "It makes me nervous."
"Sorry," I muttered and looked away. "I didn't mean too."
He sat down on my bed, but his eyes refused to look at me. "Did you have it too?" he asked.
"Have what?"
He shook his head. "I'm probably just..." he looked at me. "I fell asleep in the other room. I had this dream about... you... and... I don't know. It just seems so real. Have you drunk anything from Draco?"
"No," I said. "But," I reached over to grab the silver liquid. "He gave me this before I fell asleep."
He took the container from me and looked at it. He seemed to recognize it. "Do you mind if I take this? I'll give it back... I realize you'd probably want to keep it," he said, awkwardly.
"Why would I wanna keep it?"
He smiled. "You told me, remember?"
What? "Told you what?"
He shook his head. "Sometimes I don't know what's going through your head; if anything," he said. "You do remember what I mean, right? You talked to me about it... your feelings for Draco. You were confused, remember?"
No. "Yeah," I said and looked down.
I knew what he meant, and it would make sense. I quickly remembered the blushing Harry from my dream. But I'm not feeling like that now... and I have a wife... and kids. Well, a depressed wife and kids that hate me. When did I start working so much? Severus touched my shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," he said.
I narrowed my eyes into a steady glare. "How would you know?"
His hand left my shoulder. "I've taught a lot of students," he said.
But I can't be. I'm not now. "Maybe I was wrong," I said.
His onyx eyes looked into mine. I looked away as a headache began again. "About your sexual preference?" he asked.
"No, about you teaching a lot of students," I said with sarcasm.
"Mr. Potter, I'm just trying to help. If you're going to mock me, I can just leave," he said and stood up from the bed.
"Well, what was it that you had to tell me? Then you're welcome to leave," I said and lay back down in my bed.
"Dumbledore is coming in tomorrow to speak with you," he said.
He started to walk off. "That's all?" I asked.
"That is all, Mr. Potter," he said and rolled his eyes slightly.
"Wait," I said. I watched him turn his head to watch me. "You kicked out my friends to call me a homosexual and then just leave?"
He nodded and seemed rather proud of himself. "Well, I wasn't sure if you're friends wanted to hear it or not," he said.
"That was very considerate of you," I copied his eye roll.
"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" he asked, rather frustrated with me.
"You're giving me a headache," I said. "Just leave."
His eyes lit up for a quick moment. "I'm giving you a headache?"
"Yeah," I said. "You are."
"What set it off?" he asked.
I felt my cheeks heat up. "When you were looking at me," I muttered.
He chuckled. "Next time should I close my eyes?"
I couldn't decide if my face turned red because I was angry or embarrassed. I guessed that it was the combination of the two. "No, I mean... when you were really looking at me. I don't know," I said.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Do you mind if I try something?" he asked.
"For what?" I asked absent-mindedly.
"Your headache problems," he said. "Or whatever it is."
"Fine," I said. "Do something away."
I watched him walk over and sit back down on the bed. "Can you close your eyes for a moment," he asked.
"Okay," I sighed and closed my eyes. "You're not going to rape me, are you?" I joked and felt my head ring.
"No," he sighed at my childish humor. Childish? I'm his age. "Open your eyes," he said.
I opened my eyes to see his crooked nose millimeters away from my young face. "Bloody hell," I hadn't heard myself say that for a while. "What're you doing?"
My head started to burn. Why wasn't I moving my head backwards, away from him? He didn't respond and watched my eyes watch his. "Harry..." his whispered, moving his lips closer to mine.
I backed up away from him and started to cough. I covered my mouth since I didn't want to be rude. My head felt like it was being ripped apart. "Fuck," I attempted to curse, but it failed.
I couldn't take the pain anymore as the red tears fell from my face again. "Harry!" Severus stepped away from me and tripped off the bed.
I struggled to speak, choking on something in my mouth. The pain became unbearable as I lost any sense of consciousness again.
A/N: This is a fan fiction about Harry and Snape. So it does involve homosexuality. This is just another warning. Anyways, I hope you like it and thanks a bunch for the reviews. It always helps.
Until Death and After
Chapter Three: Too Close
It began with nothing but darkness. Pain shot through my head, not like before, but as if I was searching for my lost memories. Draco flashed through my mind. His image grew clearer as the pain withdrew. He was talking to someone. I stepped closer, so I could observe better. Draco was talking to me... another me. I looked down at myself. I smiled as I noticed I was the man I remembered. Neither Draco nor I realized that I had approached them. "Hey Potter," Draco said, touching Young Harry's hand lightly.
"Hi... Malfoy," I watched Harry blush bashfully.
I didn't like Malfoy, did I? "I made a drink," he said. "Do you want some?"
He handed Harry the silver potion. I watched my image raise an eyebrow and handed it back to Draco. "Why aren't you drinking it?" I heard Harry's young voice ask.
Draco smiled at the suspicion. He drank about half and swallowed. He closed his eyes for a moment and handed it back to Harry. "I'm just trying to be nice," he said.
Harry nodded nervously. "Thanks," he smiled at the boy across from him.
Draco and I observed him quickly chug the remainder of the drink. Harry blinked for a moment and I saw him rub his head for a moment. Draco grabbed his arm. "Are you all right Potter?" he asked.
Harry nodded and then took Draco's hand off of him. "Yeah Malfoy, fine. What the hell are you doing here anyway," he glared.
I guess that I didn't remember the whole drink situation. Draco smiled. "Nothing Potter. See you," he walked off without a wave.
I watched myself rub my head and dust off the arm that Draco had touched. Severus Snape walked by. His onyx eyes spotted me and raised an eyebrow. Could he see me? His head turned watching me carefully, but bumped into the younger version of me. "Sorry Harry," he said.
Harry looked up at him in a bit of disgust. "You mean Mr. Potter, Professor Snape?" he said.
Snape looked at him, rather stunned. "I do, sorry," he said.
He turned to look at me for a moment and walked off. "Harry?"
"Harry?" Hermione repeated.
I opened my eyes to see Hermione and Ron looking over me. It was rather creepy. "I'm awake," I said and sat up.
I moved my hands around, searching for my glasses. "Are you alright?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine," I smiled.
I squinted and looked again. "What are you looking for?" Ron asked.
"My glasses..." I said.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. "You're wearing them," Hermione said.
I touched my face. Why did my vision suck? "Listen, we were thinking about what you said the other day," Ron said.
I rubbed my head. "What did I say the other day?"
Hermione sighed lightly. "The whole... issue," she said.
"What issue?" I asked.
Ron shrugged. "He must not have his memory fully back," he said.
"Memory?" I asked. "Do they know what happened to me?"
Hermione looked around and leaned closer to me. "Not fully, but we overheard Madam Pomfrey talking and she said that it may have caused memory loss."
"Permanent?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said.
Did I really fall back in time? Or was everything just a dream. I watched Professor Snape... Severus Snape walk into the room. He looked at my friends and then down at me. "If you don't mine I need to talk to Mr. Potter alone," he said.
"We're his best friends, why does it matter if we're here?" Ron asked.
"It's his personal business. If he wants you to know, then he'll tell you after I tell him," he said.
Hermione looked at me. "Maybe he wants us to stay," she said.
I shook my head. "I'll tell you guys later," I said.
She raised an eyebrow. "All right," she said.
Hermione pulled Ron out of the room. I looked up at Severus. "Don't look at me like that Harry," he narrowed his black eyes. "It makes me nervous."
"Sorry," I muttered and looked away. "I didn't mean too."
He sat down on my bed, but his eyes refused to look at me. "Did you have it too?" he asked.
"Have what?"
He shook his head. "I'm probably just..." he looked at me. "I fell asleep in the other room. I had this dream about... you... and... I don't know. It just seems so real. Have you drunk anything from Draco?"
"No," I said. "But," I reached over to grab the silver liquid. "He gave me this before I fell asleep."
He took the container from me and looked at it. He seemed to recognize it. "Do you mind if I take this? I'll give it back... I realize you'd probably want to keep it," he said, awkwardly.
"Why would I wanna keep it?"
He smiled. "You told me, remember?"
What? "Told you what?"
He shook his head. "Sometimes I don't know what's going through your head; if anything," he said. "You do remember what I mean, right? You talked to me about it... your feelings for Draco. You were confused, remember?"
No. "Yeah," I said and looked down.
I knew what he meant, and it would make sense. I quickly remembered the blushing Harry from my dream. But I'm not feeling like that now... and I have a wife... and kids. Well, a depressed wife and kids that hate me. When did I start working so much? Severus touched my shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," he said.
I narrowed my eyes into a steady glare. "How would you know?"
His hand left my shoulder. "I've taught a lot of students," he said.
But I can't be. I'm not now. "Maybe I was wrong," I said.
His onyx eyes looked into mine. I looked away as a headache began again. "About your sexual preference?" he asked.
"No, about you teaching a lot of students," I said with sarcasm.
"Mr. Potter, I'm just trying to help. If you're going to mock me, I can just leave," he said and stood up from the bed.
"Well, what was it that you had to tell me? Then you're welcome to leave," I said and lay back down in my bed.
"Dumbledore is coming in tomorrow to speak with you," he said.
He started to walk off. "That's all?" I asked.
"That is all, Mr. Potter," he said and rolled his eyes slightly.
"Wait," I said. I watched him turn his head to watch me. "You kicked out my friends to call me a homosexual and then just leave?"
He nodded and seemed rather proud of himself. "Well, I wasn't sure if you're friends wanted to hear it or not," he said.
"That was very considerate of you," I copied his eye roll.
"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" he asked, rather frustrated with me.
"You're giving me a headache," I said. "Just leave."
His eyes lit up for a quick moment. "I'm giving you a headache?"
"Yeah," I said. "You are."
"What set it off?" he asked.
I felt my cheeks heat up. "When you were looking at me," I muttered.
He chuckled. "Next time should I close my eyes?"
I couldn't decide if my face turned red because I was angry or embarrassed. I guessed that it was the combination of the two. "No, I mean... when you were really looking at me. I don't know," I said.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Do you mind if I try something?" he asked.
"For what?" I asked absent-mindedly.
"Your headache problems," he said. "Or whatever it is."
"Fine," I said. "Do something away."
I watched him walk over and sit back down on the bed. "Can you close your eyes for a moment," he asked.
"Okay," I sighed and closed my eyes. "You're not going to rape me, are you?" I joked and felt my head ring.
"No," he sighed at my childish humor. Childish? I'm his age. "Open your eyes," he said.
I opened my eyes to see his crooked nose millimeters away from my young face. "Bloody hell," I hadn't heard myself say that for a while. "What're you doing?"
My head started to burn. Why wasn't I moving my head backwards, away from him? He didn't respond and watched my eyes watch his. "Harry..." his whispered, moving his lips closer to mine.
I backed up away from him and started to cough. I covered my mouth since I didn't want to be rude. My head felt like it was being ripped apart. "Fuck," I attempted to curse, but it failed.
I couldn't take the pain anymore as the red tears fell from my face again. "Harry!" Severus stepped away from me and tripped off the bed.
I struggled to speak, choking on something in my mouth. The pain became unbearable as I lost any sense of consciousness again.