Hey guys. Thanks to the three that reviewed; FF Queen, XxXtAP-daNCiNg-sPIdeRsXxX and Pilas, I'll consider putting in a prequel. I'm glad you liked my story. I don't think the rest of my story is as good as my first chapter but I hope you enjoy it all the same. R/R,. I'm switching back and forth between the narrator and Harry and Severus point of veiw in the story. You should be able to follow along. If you are having trouble and would appreciate me putting in spaces that tell who is talking just let me know. Big spaces indicate a character POV change.

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Chapter 2: The Picture.

Harry stared at his plate, willing himself not to cry. He felt someone squeeze his hand. He turned his head and saw Sev looking at him with concern showing in his eyes.

"Are you okay, love?" he asked Harry

"Yes, I think so," Harry whispered.

Severus brought his hand up and moved a stray strand of hair from his face, seeing tears in the other man's eyes. "Let me rephrase that," he whispered, "are you going to be okay?"

Harry nodded as Minerva McGonagall brought in the first years to be sorted. Both Severus and Harry, one with a scowl, the other with a sad smile, turned to watch the sorting.

He didn't clap as they were sorted, he just watched them with that same sad smile. When he glanced at Sev he saw the man with his usual scowl in place. But knowing the Potion Master as he did, he was positive that inside Severus was hurting just as much as he was.

After the sorting, the headmaster did his usual welcome speech and food immediately was set onto the plates in front of them.

Harry wasn't hungry. He hadn't been for a week. But he was eating. Only because he knew that Severus would worry if he didn't.

I'm worried about Harry. I know he is only eating to keep from worrying. I know it doesn't help the empty feeling you have inside. I know, becase it doesn't help my empty feeling either. The only reason I eat is to keep Harry from worrying about me, but I know he does. I can see it in his eyes, sometimes when he looks at me. I am sure there are times he can see the worry in my eyes. Sometimes I can't hide it. But only Harry understands. Only Harry knows what it means. No one else has ever seen such a look on my face, so no one else would ever know what it was. But he knows. I know he knows. Since the "accident" I have seen worry in his eyes more then I have almost all of our 14 years together. And I know he sees the worry and pain in my eyes.

I pull on Harry's hand. It's time to get ready for our first lesson. He looks at me, then stands up as we walk out of the hall hand in hand. Feeling the stares at our backs, but not caring. We come to the stairs where he neeeds to head up, and I need to go down to my dungeons. He turned and looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"It'll be okay love," I tell him as I pull him into a hug. "We'll get through this." I let go and look into his eyes for a moment, then I kissed him. "I love you," I whispered as I headed towards the stairs that lead to my dungeons.

"I love you too, Sev," he whispered as he slowly let go of my hand and started up the stairs. I know that this is going to be a long day for the both of us.

It's going to be a long day. I hope Sev doesn't blow up on too many students today. I hope I don't c cry. My will not to cry may only last so long. I might only be able to last til end of first class. First class First year Gryffindor and Slytherin. Where my baby boy should have been."

"Don't think about that," Harry scolded himself mentally, "Let's just get through this class."

He strolled into his classroom and sat at his desk waiting for the first years to arrive. As he did so he glanced around the room. He had an assortment of books and knicknacks lining the walls of the room along with a picture of himself, Dameon and Severus. Tears filled his eyes. Just then the first years came into the room and Harry whiped his eyes quickly. It wouldn't do for the first years to see their teacher cry. They might think that he was weak. Even though he was weak at the moment, he wasn't about to let his students see that.

"Take your seats and quiet down," Harry said in a demanding but soft voice. "In case you didn't know, I am Professor Potter-Snape. I will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year. Now when I call your name, please indicate that you are here."

He was halfway down the list when he called, "Malfoy, Wendall." When he heard snikering from the back of the classroom. "He swiftly got up and walked to the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Malfoy, while you are in my classroom, you will pay close attention to what I say, understood?"

"Yes professor,"

"You are the son of Draco Malfoy are you not?"

"Yes I am sir,"

"While your father and I were rivals at school. But I want to be your friend not your enemy."

Harry went back and sat down at his desk and continued to call names. When he was finished he said "Today we will be working on a simple shield spell, it's very simple, but you must be aware that it only work with very minor Hexes." he demonstrated how to construct a shield then set about shooting minor hexes at them, to see if there shields held up. Overall the class went pretty well. Only one person was sent to the hospital wing with a bleeding nose. The bell rang. "Class Dismissed." They all hurried out of the classroom.

Harry turned in his chair, "I don't want to go to lunch," he said out loud to himself.

"Then don't," Harry turned and saw Severus standing by the doorway. Severus then swiftly walked over to where Harry was sitting and sat on the side of the desk close to Harry.

"Hey," Harry whispered.

"Hey," Severus took his hand, leaned close and softly kissed him, then pulling back, looked straight into his husbands eyes and asked, "How was your first class?"

"Well being that it was first year Gryffindor and Slytherin, it was a very entertaining class."

"Yeah, the rivalry between the houses. No one from Gryffindor or Slytherin will ever be friendly towards the others."

"We did Sev," Harry smiled, "In case you'd forgotten."

"I could never forget about you, Harry, you are an insufferable brat who tends to get on my nerves," Severus teased, "But I wouldn't trade you in for the world," He dropped his voice to a whisper, "Because I love you so much." he gently caressed Harry's cheek.

"Aww, Sev, you're so sweet."

"I don't do sweet Harry, as you know I am not a nice man."

"I know you are deep down inside," Harry said matter-of-factly.

"You do, do you?"

"Yep." Harry again turned to look out the window. Severus saw the picture of himself, Harry and Dameon staring up at him. He let go of Harry's hand picked up the picture and smashed it on the ground.

What do you think so far? I'm trying, I really am. I don't think this chapter is as good as the first but it's not bad. I hope you enjoy. I am putting these chapters up as I write them so sometimes there might be awhile before I put up another chapter. Bye