With the fall of The Dark Lord came the long awaited peace. Then two lone servants of Voldemort came forth to extract revenge…Slowly and painfully. Again opposition is needed. Again they must fight for their lives. Again Severus Snape comes forth along side the one Harry Potter.

Pairing: HPSS

Rating: R (I'm actually not too sure about that, but there's going to be swearing and I will indeed have sexual scenes SLASH but they will be mostly edited out...)

Warning: There will be SLASH! (as the pairing states above) If you do not like then please DO NOT read! If you come crying to me about attempting to harm your delicate eyes, I will chuckle to oneself and place you in my "Do Not Care" outbox. Swearing will be found and if there is to be any other Warnings I will place them in the Chapters as necessary.

Updates: I'm going to be updating maybe every two days now sometimes every day. Depending on how long it takes me to write a chapter…

Disclaimer: These characters do not, I repeat, do not belong to me. JKR is the lone soldier who owns these beautiful people. The plot is mine with the exception of the parts that I have burrowed from "The Queen Of The Damned" Oh how I love playing with these precious souls...

Thank you Tori for being the beautiful person and Beta that you are KISSLES AND HUGGLES

Erroneous Shadow

Redundant Strangeness

"When you look at me it's as though you're taking my clothing from my body one item at a time. It's disconcerting at the best of times, but when I'm on the verge of having one hell of an emotional breakdown, I find it harder to ignore. It is beginning to…frustrate…me."

I watched as he sat down heavily upon the cold, stone steps. Looking around myself I realised I didn't recognise my surroundings. I opened my mouth to ask where I was, who he was, and what the hell he was talking about.

"Are you asking for the reasons behind my glances or are you merely stating the facts?"

Well then, looks as though I have no control over my body. Bloody marvelous that is.

"Harry, this isn't the right moment to take your time through the bush, beating it into submission will be the most painless way.You know we don't have much time…"

xXx

Sitting up quickly, throwing myself off my bed and onto my knees then emptying my stomach all over the floor, had seemed like a good idea once the world had righted itself. Although I don't think I was in the right state of mind at the time, it seemed to work alright. Until I realised I was literally rolling in the midnight snack I'd had the pleasure of devouring last night.

"Eugh...Harry, that's ruddy foul!"

I looked up at Ron and couldn't help scowling at him. Here I was…dying…and he's getting upset because it looks foul.

"For stating the obvious once again Ron, I thank you. Now if you could get your lazy arse out of bed and help me, I'd be once more thankful for your charming attitude."

"Harry Harry Harry, I do believe you woke, or should I say fell, on the wrong side of the bed."

"Shut it Seamus. I'm laying in my puke and still feeling queasy. Could one of you please help me?"

As Seamus helped me to stand, Ron managed to do a decent cleaning charm on the floor and myself. I decided that I'd talk to Hermione about the reason I currently smelt like my insides; that is, once I'd finished drowning myself in the shower.

Walking down the stairs into the common room wasn't as much of a task as staying upright in the shower had been. Memo to self: No more abnormal dreams involving uncooperative bodies that result in me, and the world, disagreeing with gravity.

Hermione was seated on thecushions in front of one of the many windows, glaring at the Second Years who had just started a war against the Fourth Years, which involved sending objects hurtling through the air at each other.

"Morning 'Mione."

I chuckled as she nodded in my direction and proceeded to stalk off towards a Second Year who had just sent someone's bag gliding out through one of the windows. Ron came down the stairs and I noticed that he didn't look like some odd-looking baboon. Growing up had its advantages I suppose.

"…oomph…"

I started laughing as I realised Ron had somehow managed to walk in between three Second Years ganging up on a Fourth Year. He had been hit with a Leg-Locker curse and was lying on his face in the carpet. Hmm, he may not look like a baboon but coordination was still a problem.

"…is what happens when you start playing foolish 'war' games in the common room…someone could've been seriously hurt…you go over and apologies to him now!"

After helping Ron gain his balance again I looked on amusedly as Hermione went into Head Girl mode. I couldn't help but chuckle at what the kid 'Mione was lecturing said about having to apologise.

"You're only making me do that because he's your boyfriend."

Ron looked gob smacked while Hermione spluttered indignantly.

"How dare you? I would make you apologise to any one you had hurt. You will go over and say you're sorry or it will be 20 points from Gryffindor instead of 10. Am I understood?"

The little darling glared at Hermione, stalked over to Ron, muttered a hasty sorry and then dragged his friends out through the Portrait. I was still laughing as Hermione bustled over. I started laughing even harder when I realised she reminded me of Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry could you please contain your pleasure at seeing me humiliated. Damn Second Years…no manners whatsoever…"

"Merlin, lighten up 'Mione. The little snot was just stating what he'd seen. The fact that you and my dear friend Ronald over here were all over each other on that couch wasn't a dead give away now was it?"

"They should learn to respect their elders."

"Umm 'Mione, Dumbledore's an elder, you aren't. But yes, I get what you mean. Give them a break though okay. They've been living with Voldemort over their heads, the freedom is still new."

I looked over at Ron who had taken Hermione's hand in his and was rubbing it softly.

"Now that I've emptied my stomach, I can feel it trying to digest itself."

"To breakfast it is then."

Hermione and I laughed as Ron just about fell out of the Portrait in his haste to get to the Great Hall. Before we began to follow Ron, Hermione stopped me with a worried look.

"You emptied your stomach? Are you feeling ill, Harry?"

xXx

By the time we were seated in the Great Hall I had explained to my best friends about my dream and exactly how I felt while I was in said dream and once I had woken up.

"So during this 'dream' you had no control over your body? Are you sure it was your body?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes I'm sure. I was wearing those jeans you and Draco picked out for me and my Hogwarts Quidditch shirt. They were real dirty too. And the bloke who was in it called me Harry."

"Hmm I'll have to look into it. The fact that you felt nauseous when you woke up is interesting. Are you sure you didn't know the man that was with you?"

"'Mione I told you. It was weird because everything else was lit up, and he was in the light too, but his face looked like it'd been painted in shadow. His voice was also…covered…I suppose."

Hermione sighed. Ron and I shared a look as 'Mione piled her plate without noticing what she was about to eat. Chuckling we let her go through the information in her head and concentrated on our own grumbling stomachs. While talking with my dorm mates, we decided that playing a muck-around game of Quidditch sounded like the best way to spend our Saturday. As Dean headed over to ask Hooch if we were allowed to take out the equipment, I walked over to Slytherin territory.

"Oi Draco! Up for a friendly game of Quidditch?"

"Morning to you too, Harry. Who's playing?"

"Oh right, morning. Umm so far: me, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Ginny, Neville, and you if you say yes."

"Hmm four on each side would be good. I'll play if Blaise can…"

"...sigh…I suppose he can."

Draco smiled sweetly at me and continued to eat his breakfast. I rolled my eyes and went back over to Hermione who was looking as though she was itching to get to the library.

"I suppose if I asked if you were going to accompany us to the field I would get a lecture on how immature and what a waste of time that is, so I won't ask and will say goodbye now as I know I won't see you until dinner tonight."

Hermione tried to look stern but broke it with a grin. She nodded, gave me a hug, and walked off to say her goodbyes to Ron. As we were all heading off outside I saw Dumbledore and Snape walking ahead of us towards the Headmaster's office. Snape looked like he was in a shit; while Dumbledore looked…well I've never been able to figure out how to describe him. But there's no news there, Snape's always in a shit and Dumbledore's always hard to explain. Ron started to laugh so I forgot about wondering why I was interested in Snape and Dumbledore and joined in the conversation.

Everyone but Seamus had just collapsed onto the grass. Seamus landed next to us with the look of someone who had just thought of something quite evil. I really should have known better and moved…quickly, but my legs were against doing anything that didn't consist of lying very still. When the water hit me, I didn't move and enjoyed the coldness seeping through my clothes. Then everyone started a water fight. Damn, now I'll have to get up and kick all their arses.

xXx

"Hey Harry, isn't that Dumbledore's bird?"

I looked over to the sound of Draco's voice. I was dripping wet and was currently trying to dodge Seamus who had found the hose in the first place. Fawkes was waiting patiently on top of the Quidditch box. When I was standing in front of him, he flew up onto my shoulder and handed me a piece of parchment rolled up from his beak.

Harry,

Please join me in my office for a cup of tea.

Professor Dumbledore.

Groaning was the only response I was capable of.

Standing outside Dumbledore's gargoyle I began to think of reasons why he wanted to see me.

"Ferrero"

I stepped onto the moving staircase. Maybe it had something to do with what he must have talked to Snape about this morning. As usual I didn't need to knock before he had told me to enter. I smiled slightly as I opened the door. Things didn't change much when Dumbledore was concerned.

"Harry, my dear boy, sit down and have some tea with me. Then we'll talk about why I really called you up here, hmm?"

OMG! That chapter took me ages to do…my brains turned to goo…writing from Sev's POV is sooo much better…sigh I might start on the third chapter tonight…thank you to those who answered the asterisks question…

im-a-daydream-believer: thank-you and I hope you enjoy the next chapter

Nazi Chic: well I'm glad you like my style, being a perfectionist has its positive points I'm guessing…lol but there are times when made up words are definitely called for

velze: hahaha lmao omg hon you just put me through some very disturbing imagery…thank you for pointing that out though…I didn't realise it sounded like that…shudders…but no it is not, actually none of my stories will be, SSAB…eeewwww god I'm mentally scarred now

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