Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the master of the universe and I bow down before her infinite wisdom. She and Warner Bros. own everything. All I own is my pride (and that's open to negotiation.)

Pairings: Harry/Severus and some others are mentioned

Summary: At Severus and Harry's wedding, Severus reflects on their tumultuous nature of their relationship from the time Harry first started as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. HP/SS Slash

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: R (for future chapters)

Spoilers: All five books

Warning: This is a Snarry fan fic and is therefore, SLASH. If you don't like slash, feel free not to read any further.

Chapter 1 -- If I Could Turn Back Time

I never thought this would happen, thought Severus Snape. Who would have thought that I would be getting married? And to Harry Potter of all people!

He was unexpectedly feeling very nervous. In a matter of minutes he and Harry would be joined for all time. Suddenly he wasn't completely sure that he was ready for such a large step. Stop it Snape, he mentally admonished. You know quite well that with or without this formality you and Harry will be together... and if not, there's always divorce! Severus winced at the last part of his thoughts. He truly didn't think that they would ever get a divorce, but he was trying to alleviate some of the anxiety that was threatening to overwhelm him.

Almost against his will, and definitely against his better judgement, he took a quick look at the exit behind the altar. It's just good sense to know where the exits are...in case of an emergency, he reasoned. Yeah, an emergency, like the uncontrollable urge to make a run for it, he thought weakly.

Severus heard a hush fall over the crowd and looked back. What he saw took his breath away. Harry was standing on the other side of the room and he looked stunning. His jet-black robes were perfectly tailored showing off the the younger man's athletic physique. The robes had white lace accents at the throat and cuffs. The lace softened the look, as if to remind anyone who saw him that this was most definitely a wedding and not a funeral. On another man the white lace would have looked silly and effeminate, but Harry was the very picture of masculine beauty. Or at least, Severus amended, he's my picture of masculine beauty.

Severus looked down at his own forest-green robes and couldn't help noting the irony: for once, he was the one wearing colour, while Harry wore black. He had decided to wear green to please Harry. Harry always said it was his best colour. What do you want to bet that Harry wore black to please me? While Severus mentally shook his head at their sentimentality, he couldn't deny the feeling of warmth that spread through him at the thought.

The wedding was a small affair; the guests were mainly the staff at Hogwarts and a few close friends. Severus couldn't help smirking when he saw that the Weasley clan made up half of the guests. Ron Weasley was sitting with his wife, Hermione, and their 4 year old daughter, Ginny. Seeing her always brought a mix of emotions.The girl was a nice enough girl (as far as children go), but seeing her always made him think of her name sake. Ginny's namesake wasn't present. She had fallen in the final battle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Next to them were Fred and George Weasley. Self-proclaimed bachelors, the two vowed never to settle down. Privately, Severus thought this may have had more to do with women getting tired of their antics after time, than any choice the twins had made. Behind them were Molly and Arthur Weasley along with Percy Weasley and his girlfriend, Penelope. Bill and Charlie Weasley were behind them, each with their respective dates.

On the other side of the aisle sat Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey as well as Filius Flitwick and Pomora Sprout. Sibyll Trelawney was behind them staring off into space. Next to her was Kingsley Shacklebot. Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, who had caused few raised eyebrows and quickly hidden smiles when they arrived together, were seated next to him. Seated just behind them was the couple very few people understood, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. And finally, sulking next to Luna was Hagrid. Hagrid was upset that he had to sit in the back, but no one could see around him if he sat in the front.

Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone else, Severus was relieved to see that Oliver Wood hadn't accepted the invitation. It wasn't that he was jealous of Harry's past relationship with the Quidditch Player (Certainly not!) but all the same he was thankful that Oliver hadn't come. The minister presiding over the ceremony was Albus Dumbledore. Who else? Severus thought wryly.

Harry reached the altar with a small smile playing on his lips when he looked at Severus' green robes. Evidently he had come to the same conclusion as Severus: their choice of colours had been for the benefit of the other person.

"Mawidge. Mawidge is what bwings us togevvah today..."

Severus broke from Harry's gaze, startled. He knew this speech by heart. This was the speech at the wedding ceremony of Prince Humperdinck and Princess Buttercup in The Princess Bride, by S. Morgenstern. The muggle book was a favourite of Severus'. A closely guarded secret of his that only one other person knew. Harry. Harry, whose eyes were now darting back and forth between Severus and Albus with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. The guests were whispering confusedly amongst themselves about Albus' affected lisp, but no one seemed to recognize the speech's origins. Thank Merlin for small miracles.

"...mawidge, vat bwessed awangement, vat dweam wiffin a dweam..."

Severus didn't even have to look at Albus to know that his eyes were twinkling away. Quite proud of themselves, aren't they? Severus thought dryly. Though I suppose some high spirits is to be expected. It hasn't been exactly easy for the two of us to get to this point, and yet, if I could get my hands on a Time Turner and if I could turn back time, I'd do it exactly the same way...

Four Years Earlier

Albus glanced up as Severus entered the Staff Lounge. "Well, now that we are all assembled, let's get started. I'd like to announce the newest addition to our staff. As you already know, we are in need of a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor since Professor Thomas left us at the end of term last year."

Severus just barely held back a snort. Fresh out of teacher's college, Dean Thomas had taken one of the two available positions at Hogwarts last year. Hermione Weasley had taken the other as the new Arithmancy professor. It had taken Dean all of two months to realize that he would rather be pulling pranks than handing out punishments for them. Out of respect for Albus he had stayed until the end of the year before leaving in favour of a job with the Weasley twins' joke shop.

"And so, I'd like to introduce you to our new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Harry Potter."

Severus stifled a groan as Harry walked through the door.

Hermione, on the other hand, jumped to her feet and threw her arms around Harry enveloping him in a huge hug. After which, she promptly slapped his arm.

"You told me you were going to teach at Beauxbatons!"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"We threw you a going away party!"

"I tried to get Ron to talk you out of it, but you were convinced that I needed one."

"Ron knew? What am I saying, of course Ron knew. When I get home, I'm going to-"

Severus had had about as much of this conversation as he could take. "Auror training didn't work out, Potter? Couldn't keep up, hmm?" he sneered.

"Actually," Harry replied calmly "I completed the first year of Auror training, but with Voldemort dead and most of his followers dead or in prison, there is very little for Aurors to do now. I decided I wanted to do something worthwhile with my life. What better way than to teach the next generation?"

Severus was taken aback. This was not the reply he had expected. He wasn't sure what he had expected. Perhaps he had expected Harry to blow up at him or to glare at him and ignore the question, like he used to as a student. Severus tried again:

"Wouldn't any Quidditch teams take you on? Lost some of you abilities, have you?"

Hermione bristled. "He's had offers from every team in Britain and quite a few from the Continent as well!"

"Quidditch is more of a hobby for me. Enjoyable, but I'm not sure that I could devote my life to it. No, teaching is my passion." Harry responded.

Severus was more than a little surprised. Potter sounds like me, when I first started. Full of foolish hopes and useless optimism. However, it would be a cold day in hell before he let the younger man know this.

"How idealistic," he smirked. "You'll be gone in a year, just like the rest." And with that, he got up and stalked out of the room.

Harry shook his head. "Some things never change."

End Chapter 1

A/N1: Dumbledore's speech is from the movie The Princess Bride which was based on the William Goldman's abridgement of S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure of the same name. It belongs to William Goldman and Columbia Tri-Star. I own nothing.

A/N2: So this was my first chapter of my first ever fan fic. Sorry it's so short; I'm still getting into the swing of writing. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. But please, be gentle.