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Chapter 7

It was finally Friday night, the week had seemed to take forever, Harry was nervously pacing the dorm. Ron had gone to get Hermione while Dean and Seamus watched as Harry took every shirt he had out of his trunk and held it in front of him in the mirror before shaking his head and throwing it on his bed. They were attempting, badly, to stifle their giggles. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was acting like a girl going on her first date.

Finally Ron returned with Hermione in tow. She took one look at him and smiled, shaking her head fondly.

"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked unlike Ron managing to keep her laughter under control.

"I don't know what to wear. What if I dress all wrong? What if he hates it? What if I make a fool of myself? Oh Merlin! I can't do this." He proclaimed flopping onto Ron's bed as his own was buried under a mountain of clothes.

"Oh Harry. You'll be fine. He won't hate it. You won't make a fool out of yourself and yes you can do this. He'd be devastated if you didn't turn up," Hermione countered. "Right, lets get you ready." She announced, sorting through the pile of clothes on his bed.

After a few minutes she picked out a midnight blue shirt and jeans.

"Seamus can I borrow some of your hair gel?" The girl asked as she gave Harry the clothes, he went into the bathroom to change.

"Yeah no problem," Seamus replied going over to his trunk, "Can I do his hair though? I've been dying to get my hands on it ever since he grew it." He said grinning wickedly.

"Ok," she answered.

When Harry returned Seamus pounced on him. He sat him on his bed and sat down behind him.

"Hey! Seamus what are you doing?" He yelled indignantly as the Irish boy poured gel onto his fingers.

"I'm doing your hair." He replied patiently now running his fingers through Harry's hair.

They were finally finished with him. Harry felt like a Barbie doll. Although it had paid off even Ron said that Harry looked gorgeous. His hair was slightly mussed up, begging you to run your fingers through it, his body was shown off in a form-fitting shirt and jeans and his eyes stood out boldly against his pale skin.

"Ready to go Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah. Thanks so much you guys. I don't know what I'd have done without you. " He replied sheepishly.

"Yeah you do. You'd be running around the dorm like a heedless chicken wearing a hole in the floor debating what to wear and we'd have had to send Snape up here for you. " Seamus said cheekily, earning him a slap on the arm from his boyfriend Dean.

"I seem to remember a certain heedless chicken wearing a hole in the floor before our first date don't you?" Dean asked Seamus with a pointed look. " Have a good time Harry." Dean told Harry, moving to sit next to Seamus on his bed.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." He said walking out the door. As he was stepping out of the portrait Ron called his name, "Enjoy yourself. Tell Snape we said hi."

"Ok I will. Bye Ron. Hermione." He replied walking off.

Harry entered the Entrance Hall. Severus was already there. He turned and looked at Harry, he didn't speak. Harry hadn't noticed. He was too busy looking at Severus. He was wearing an emerald green shirt and black pants. His hair was not tied back like it was during class but fell to his shoulders, framing his face nicely. He may not win any awards for beauty but to Harry he was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

"Ready to go?" Severus asked him finally shaking his head slightly.

"Yeah. Are we apperating there?" He asked as they stepped out the door.

"Apperate to The Leaky Cauldron. We'll walk it from there." Severus told Harry.

They walked to the edge of the apperation barrier in companiable silence. When they reached it they looked at each other and said, "See you in a minute." They vanished with a crack.

Arriving at the small dingy pub they set off into muggle London. After a minute Harry acted on an impulse he had since they had walked out of Hogwarts, he grabbed his courter's hand. Severus looked at Harry sharply, eyebrow raised questioningly. Harry just smiled softly at him, the smile growing larger when the other man squeezed it gently and continued to hold it.

"Ron and Hermione told me to tell you hello." Harry informed Severus as they entered the restaurant.

"Oh really? Well then tell them hello back." Severus said with a small smile as he gently released Harry's hand.

The hand felt tingly and strangely empty. Harry shook his head quickly to dispel the odd thoughts.

They talked about non-consequentional things until the waitress came for their order. Discussing the incompetence of the ministry and especially Fudge. Harry finally plucked up the courage to ask Severus something that had been bugging him all week.

"Can I call you Sev?"

"What? Why?" Severus asked with a bemused expression.

"Because Severus is a bit of a mouthful isn't it. Besides I give all the important people in my life a nickname." He said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Really? What about Dumbledore?" He asked when Harry nodded.

"Easy. He's Smiley." Severus snorted with laughter at that.

"Voldemort?" He asked curiously.

"Well…he has a few. There's The Git Who Just Won't Die, The Pain In My Ass, Snakeface, Grumpy or my personal favourite Voldie. However Tom seems to piss him off a lot so I use that too." He recited grinning wickedly.

Severus burst into laughter imagining Voldemort's face if Harry called him Snakeface. It was a few minutes before he could stop. When he finally did he noticed Harry staring at him oddly.

"What?" He asked nervously.

"Oh nothing. I've just never seen you laugh like that before. It suits you. But you'd give the whole school a heart attack if you did it in the Great Hall." He replied laughing softly.

"Yes." Severus said to him.

Harry just looked confused, "Yes what?"

"Yes, you can call me Sev. I like it. Much better than Greasy Git." He clarified.

"Oh good and you aren't greasy people just don't look close enough to see that your hair is very fine and silky." Harry said looking sad.

There meals came then so they ate as they talked about duelling techniques. Harry was crying with laughter, Sev had told him about one prank he had pulled on the Marauders in retaliation. It had made them say nothing but the truth for twenty-four hours. They had ended up with a month's worth of detentions for not paying attention and insulting their professors. Harry suddenly gasped and turned white, looking at something behind Severus.

Severus looked at him concernedly, turned around and saw a large purple-faced man, a horse-faced, skinny woman with a long neck and the largest boy Severus had ever seen. He was the size of a whale. One of the waiters was showing them to a table close to there's, looking disgusted with the family. Sev could tell form Harry's reaction, the young man was currently sliding down his seat, trying to hide, that they were his relatives, the Dursleys. He also recognised them by Harry's description.

It was too late to hide. Petunia had spotted Harry told Vernon. He marched over to where they were sat.

"What are you doing here boy? I didn't think they let freaks like you out at night and especially not in nice restaurants with normal people."

Harry just turned red and tried to sink further into his seat. People were beginning to stare.

"Excuse me sir but what right do you have to come marching over here and start harassing us?" Severus asked the bull-like man icily.

Vernon looked at Severus and then back at Harry. "So you didn't stop at being a freak did you? You're a flaming faggot on top of it all! Does he know what you are?" The man shouted at Harry.

Severus stood up angrily, ready to defend his date, he opened his mouth to show this impertinent muggle how he could make first years wet themselves but Harry beat him to it.

"Yes I am gay but I'm not a freak. I'll only ask you to leave me and my lover alone once Uncle Vernon," the 'Uncle' was spat with disgust, "You have no right to speak to me. You are abnormal and disgusting. You who act, strive to be so normal. I'm more normal than you will ever be and you call me freak. At least I have friends and people who care about me. I would never do what you have done to a child, your own nephew, a child who had done nothing to you, who was entrusted to your care." He practically shouted, years of rage at Vernon released. Harry stood up and started to walk out, Severus quickly put the money for the meal on the table, glared at Vernon Dursley, who was glowing a wonderful beetroot colour and gaping like a fish and followed him.

"How could you possibly be share blood with my mother?" He asked his Aunt sadly as he passed her.

As they left the restaurant Harry flung himself into Severus's arms, crying. Sev just held him, whispering that everything was all right.

"Well well well. What have we here? The Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die and the traitor on a date. What luck!"

Harry stiffened and then removed himself from Severus's embrace, "How wonderful to see you Tom. Now my night really is complete."

Voldemort was standing in the streets of London with thirty of his Death Eaters accompanying him.

Harry quickly, wandlessly, stupefied three of the Death Eaters. Severus saw this and hit two others in quick succession with his wand. They had trained together for months and knew each other's strengths and weaknesses. They worked as a team.

Voldemort looked shocked for a second then his snake-like features morphed into anger and hate. His remaining Death Eaters shot curses at them and the battle began. Using all of his training Harry shot curses at their attackers whilst moving closer to Voldemort. He was confident that Severus would cover him. He never killed any of the Death Eaters; Voldemort would be the first and last person he would ever kill. 'I am not a monster. I am not like him'. Harry took out seven Death Eaters before he heard Severus shout. Voldemort hadn't moved since he first spoke to Harry, he simply stood and looked at Harry with a smug smirk.

Harry whirled around and ran towards Severus. He had taken out ten Death Eaters but while he was battling one another had snuck up behind him and cast crutacius on him. Severus struggled not to cry out but the pain was unbearable. Harry looked on helplessly; there was no way he could get to his love. Seven Death Eaters had their wands trained on him.

Join me Harry. He is weak. Be my consort. Join me and together we can rule the world. Voldemort hissed at him in Parsletongue.

You just don't understand do you? There is no way I would join you. Because of you all the people I love are in danger. You killed my parents. I won't let you hurt anyone else. The thought of being your consort is sickening. I don't want to rule anything. All I want is a normal life but because of you that is denied from me. Goodbye Tom. Enjoy hell Harry hissed back sadly. He turned to look at Lord Voldemort, his eyes full of love, love for Severus, his parents, Sirius, Rona and Hermione, the Weasleys, Dumbledore and everyone he knew. Everyone Harry had seen die by Voldemort's hand or killed by the Death Eaters. He only spoke two words, "Avada Kedarva", softly and a bright red light instead of the usual green shot towards Voldemort, who was too shocked to react. This wasn't supposed to happen the boy was supposed to accept him or die. It hit him and his dead body fell to the ground. The soul of Tom Marvalo Riddle had finally been destroyed.

The Death Eaters fell to the floor screaming in anguish, clawing at their left arms. Where the Dark Mark had been.

Harry rushed over to Severus. He was also in pain but alive. Harry placed his hands on the Dark Mark. Chanting in Parsletongue the Mark faded and Severus passed out from his injuries. Harry set off a beacon so that the Aurors would find them then he fell down beside Severus. He saw a crowd of muggles surrounding him and Sev. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was Shacklebolt Kingsley rushing towards him.

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