Chapter Fourteen

Finally alone, Snape was nervous. He wasn't sure how to start this. "How?"

Osiris snickered inwardly but gave mercy to the unusually nervous man. "Ask anything but do try to avoid asking of secrets from the council and She-Demon."

Silently understanding, Snape handed the vial to the War Mage. "You said you needed the whole vial."

Osiris silently cheered the nervous man before downing the contents quickly. The effects were instant, causing Snape to catch the stumbling Mage and forcing him to sit. Not sure how long he had Snape began with the usual, "Who are you really?"

Detached from emotion because of the serum's effects, "War Mage Osiris. Formerly Harry Potter."

"Why couldn't we know Harry Potter's identity?"

"Even as a spy, we couldn't trust anyone in league with Voldemort. At least not until his death. Unless someone called me out on Harry Potter."

Unsure with his next questions, Snape had to know, "Who made you even have anything to do with me?"

"No one. I was always taken by you. At first I might have hated you but something attracted me to you. But I knew you wouldn't touch me because of the age difference. And when I returned I refused to fight the want to be able to know and be near you."

"Is this a joke yet to be played?" Something just couldn't believe someone like Potter wanted him.

"No. At first only Isis knew of how I felt about you. The others weren't far behind to find out, considering I never desired to be with anyone else but you. Outside us Mages only Hermione and Ron really know the truth of how I feel, though I'm sure Albus, Siri, and Remus might suspect."

Snape blinked, trying to control his emotions. Quickly, he fired off a few more questions. "Who broke into my office during your second and fourth year in school?"

"My second year it was Hermione. We needed to make the polyjuice potion to see if Draco Malfoy was the Slytherin heir. My fourth year it was Dobby to steal the gillyweed to help during one of the Tournament's trials. Also the Moody impostor, Barty Crouch, Jr. broke into your office. It was believed for ingredients for his own polyjuice potion."

Blinking, Snape couldn't believe he was wrong. But there was one other incident that happened, which he knew he was right. "How did Sirius Black escape the castle in your third year after I had captured him?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore had locked Hermione and me in the infirmary after making a comment of three turns to a time-turner. We used that time to sneak Buckbeak, the hippogriff, from execution. We lead him to the Forest where Hermion had to save us from Remus in werewolf and save Sirius and I from the Dementors. Afterward, Hermione and I flew Buckbeak to Sirius' cell, for a lack of better words. We were able to help him out the window and onto Buckbeak so he could fly away, and then hurried back to the infirmary. We met the headmaster just outside the doors, hurried into our beds so no one would catch us."

Snape smiled, he had been right, just couldn't prove it until he remember that statement from the headmaster about accusing them of being able to be two places at once. 'I knew I should have called him on that if I remembered Granger's time-turner.'

Now his questions became slightly curious and serious, "What have you been talking to your god mutt and Albus?"

"They've asked about my past with the Dursley's." Here Snape was wondering as well, but knew better than to push for more. "They also wished to know why I never wrote to say where I was or that I was safe."

Speaking of pushing for more, "What was that display at dinner with the Mages?"

"Maya believes something's wrong. We think it's the aftermath of Voldemort's reign."

Slightly satisfied but wanting more, Snape realized the serum should wear off soon but that the Mage would probably not lie afterwards. "What about me?"

"I'm hoping for something permanent. But you haven't been able to open up or accept. I'm willing to wait. I am still attracted to you, though more with the sarcastic you. Hell, I will always still be attracted to you."

Snape heard the slight emotion. It meant the mage was fighting off the effects. Quickly, he forced the Mage to drink the antidote. Listening to the last answers of the couple questions based on himself, he could think about trying to decipher how he felt about the Mage, who's also his hated student.

Osiris blinked rapidly as the serum was forced from his bloodstream. Sheepishly, he smiled. "Sorry about that. I wasn't trying to fight it at that point but it's automatic reflexes. As a Mage we've had a course where we've been poisoned or drugged. We had to either fight the poison or fall to a coma. Then we get the cure."

Completely shocked, Potion Master Severus Snape could not believe what he heard. He only knew the Dark Lord had been someone who enjoyed seeing people die trying to fight off poisons and such.