Prophecy's End By GhostlyShadow
Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the following characters, places, or spells. Well, I may make some up. SO please don't sue.
Summary: Harry has seen the horrors of war and comes back to Hogwarts to teach DADA a changed man. He balances helping the next generation of students learn how to survive and fight and trying to find the sixth and final Horcrux. And maybe seducing his old Potions Master.
Warning: This will be slash (eventually) so if you don't like it, please just leave.
Chapter Two
Summer At Hogwarts
Winter changed into spring, and Harry Potter once again found himself at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was two months early for the August 24th meeting, and it was a very confused Minerva who received the Professor in her office.
"Minerva, I know I'm early, but I really have nowhere else to go. As you know I can no longer return to my uncle's house, and I would love to stay here for the remainder of the summer." She looked at his pleading face.
"I suppose its okay. After all, Severus and I are staying here. Where would you prefer to stay? There are rooms available near all the House common rooms, as well as in various corners around the castle."
"I just need someplace where it will be quiet all year round. I need to meditate and channel my magical energy."
"Then perhaps we can give you rooms in the dungeon. I assure you that it will be quite quiet all year round. It's a full hallway away from the Potions classroom and from the Slytherin Dorms. You will have a neighbor, around the corner about three doors down. That's where Severus's quarters are. If you can live with him, then you're welcome to it." Harry nodded.
"Thanks again Minerva."
"Oh, I need to receive your syllabus for your DADA classes by the 20th." Harry left the room and proceeded to his new quarters. He was in the process of conjuring comfortable armchairs when a knock sounded at his door. He said the password and it opened, revealing a very annoyed and formidable looking Potions Master.
"Mr. Potter, what do you think you're doing down here making all this noise? There's a very, VERY delicate potion brewing in my work room, and you could disturb it with all the vibrations you're making!"
"First off, call me Harry. Secondly, these are now my private quarters. I will live here, and try not to disturb you. Professor Snape, or may I call you Severus?" He nodded. "Very well then. Severus, I need peace and quiet. And I am assuming that you do to. So if we're both quiet, then there will be little argument. I'm sorry for the noise, won't happen again."
"Apology accepted. Goodbye." Snape walked out the door. God. Has he always been that… that… that SEXY! Wait. Snape. Male. Sexy? What's going on. I like girls… don't I? In fact Harry's experience with women was almost non-existent. He had dated Cho Chang for a while in fifth year, but they just sort of fell apart. He had also dated Ginny Weasely, but they hadn't lasted long. It had been too weird when Ron and Hermione had married. Oh Merlin. I do like guys. And Snape is just… my type. I wonder what Ron and Hermione would think?
"And they will never find out." He muttered to himself. After conjuring some more decorations for his room, Harry went to bed, resolving to talk it out with himself tomorrow. That night he dreamed.
The world turned dark. It was dusk and Harry was lying on a bed not his own. The green canopy above and curtains all around blanketed him in shadow. One side of the curtains split, as if giving birth to the man who passed through them. He leant over Harry, long dark hair tickling his neck and chest. "Are you ready?" He asked in a low voice. "Yes." Replied Harry. The man kissed him on the lips, then trailed kisses down his collarbone, chest and stomach. He started unzipping Harry's pants, and-
Harry woke up, breathing hard and sweating. He was also very, very, very hard. He looked up at his bed, wondering how he'd gotten on the floor. I had a dream. He thought. I was about to have sex with… SNAPE? Sirius would kill himself if he heard this. And was still alive. Probably the same with my dad.
Harry beat his head against the wall. I hope it doesn't happen again. He looked at his watch, which read 11:20 AM. Damn. He had missed breakfast. He went to the shower and turned on the hot water, loosening the muscles in his neck. After toweling off he dressed in jeans and tight T-Shirt and walked to the library, determined to get his syllabus done today. On the way he bumped into the person he least wanted to see.
"Watch where you going, Harry." Harry turned away from Snape and ran to the library, leaving a thoroughly befuddled Snape. Oh god that was close! Harry thought as he entered the library chest heaving. Okay, gotta work now. No thinking about Snape. Harry leant down over a book, writing appropriate titles down in order to decide on a class book. He did not look up for several hours.
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Severus walked away from where the idiot had crashed into him, wondering about the incident. He turned red! Bright red! Could he have been thinking about… me? Severus pondered the question. Sure, I find him attractive…but he's almost fifteen years younger than me! Surely he can't find me attractive. I must test him. And on that thought Severus returned to his rooms to brew a rare potion that Poppy the mediwitch needed. Brewing always put his mind to rest; the precise steps needed careful attention that left no room for the day's events.
Harry exited the library three and a half hours later and made his way Minerva's office, and handed in the syllabus. After that he headed down to the kitchens, tickled a painting and walked in.
"Harry Potter sir!" He heard a familiar voice squeak.
"Hello Dobby!" He said to the small house elf, who was waving furiously. "Say, you wouldn't have any food? I haven't eaten all day." At once he was mobbed by silver trays until he ate all the food he could, and excused himself out the door.
"Hello Harry."
"Oh, hi Severus, I didn't see you there."
"I missed lunch, so I was going to get some food for myself." Severus took a step forward and tripped on his robes, sending himself careening into Harry's arms. Harry blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry, I lost my balance." Severus said with a straight face.
"Good Job!" his inner voice cheered. Harry looked back at him and then leaned in for a kiss. He pressed his warm lips to Severus', kissing him fully and deeply. Severus honestly had no idea what to do. Harry opened his eyes and pulled back.
"Oh god. I'm sorry. Never…" He ran away while Severus stood there, confused yet again, as the young professor ran way, again. But I thought it went right. What just happened? Severus decided to give Harry some time, then to visit him again. As he walked into the kitchens, he decided that he would have the younger professor, one way or another.
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To Be Continued…
Authors Note. This chapter is about twice as long as the first one, and this is about the size they'll stay. Sorry about the sort of non-canon Snape, I've never written for him before! And I know they're moving kind of fast, but that's not going to last long. I hope to get another chapter up soon, but who knows, so keep reading and I'll try to write! Review as well! Or Uncle Voldie will get you.
