AN: Ok, two in one hit is pretty good for me!

WARNING: Bit of a lime scene in this chapter, which I don't think is unacceptable... but if I'm wrong, then oops... looks like you wont be seeing me here again!

CHAPTER FOUR: Death ideas

Harry had literally stumbled out of Severus's office, tired as hell despite it being night. It had been hours since he'd entered and they'd managed to taint the couch, the floor, Severus's desk and even one of the walls. More than once.

Harry knew he must have his silliest grin on his face, as he moved silently through the halls invisibly. He felt really good, like he had no cares in the world, and he realised he practically didn't. He stopped dead in his tracks.

Harry had forgotten about Voldemort.

Realisation suddenly spread throughout him. It seemed that killing Harry was high on the creatures list of priorities yet... that was now impossible. Harry would live forever. Harry had succeeded where Voldemort had failed. He had to tell Severus.

Harry dashed back to Severus's office, hoping he was still there. He didn't know where his private quarters were yet, he realised. Harry arrived and knocked lightly on the door. There was silence, but then the door creaked open a fraction.

"It's me!" He hissed. Severus stepped aside and shut the door behind him. "I just realised something!" Harry was suddenly full of energy.

Severus rolled his eyes, but he looked happy. "And what was that?" He asked almost with boredom.

"Voldemort!"

Severus gave him a funny look. "What about him?"

"He can't kill me!"

Severus's expression suddenly changed. He was obviously sorting things through his head.

"This could be it... the end of the ugly bastard!"

Severus looked thoughtful. "You know what, I think you might actually be right." He grasped Harry's hand and led him to the couch where they sat, almost on top of each other.

"I bet this was all meant to happen you know." He held Severus's hand in his own, smoothing their skin together. It was something, they realised, and that relaxed them both to almost the state of sleep. "I bet Trelawney's prophecy knew about this. I bet I was supposed to meet Meier that night." He looked Severus in the eye. "I bet we were supposed to be like this." Harry looked meaningfully at Severus. "And I bet Voldemort is meant to die by the hands of both of us."

Severus lent back into the couch, thinking. Would this really mean the end of Voldemort? The one who had ruled his life and made it hell for so many years? The one who had almost driven him to a point of insanity on more than one occasion? But how would they do it with out being found out for what they really were? Only Merlin knew what the Ministry would do to them. Probably try to kill them with wooden stakes or imprisonment. But one thing was certain, Voldemort's reign of power had to cease. Even if it meant he and Harry would be damned for the rest of their eternal lives.

"Lets do it." Severus said with determination. He hadn't felt optimism this powerful since... he didn't think he'd ever felt it like this.

Harry grinned, his pointed teeth glimmering. "Alright. When?"

Severus chuckled at his eagerness. "When the time comes that we know what we're doing."

Harry groaned. "Damn. If I knew where he was I'd go and do it now."

"I know and I wouldn't mind doing that either, only we have to go about this the right way. If we fail, we may not get another chance. We have to plan this to perfection. I don't doubt that people will know what we are by the end of it. Are you prepared to face that?" Severus asked him seriously.

Harry didn't even need to think about his answer. "Definitely. As long as you are with me I don't care." Harry smiled. "Are we really going to do this?"

Severus nodded. "Yes."

Now it was Harry's turn to lean back on the couch and ponder his thoughts. "I wonder what it will be like, not having to ever think of him again."

They sat in a calm silence.

"He made my life what it was."

"Why do you say was? Don't you mean is?" Severus asked.

"No, I meant it how I said it. You do realise that we're not really considered to be technically alive anymore don't you?" Harry frowned. "I find that rather strange, considering I feel alive... my blood flows, my heart beats. What could me more alive than that?"

"Having a reflection."

Harry snorted. "I suppose. But I still don't see it. I reckon if you exist with a physical body and need sustenance, you're alive. That'd be good enough for me anyway." He yawned. "I suppose I should go and try to sleep."

"I think so too."

"But before I go, where the hell do you sleep?" Harry queried. He had to know where Severus lived in case he ever needed to visit him late in the night when he wasn't in his office.

"In my bed." He smirked.

"Where's your bed?" Harry persisted.

"Why?"

"I want to know where it is so I can sneak up on you one night and... I'll allow you to fill in the blanks." Harry grinned at him.

"In that case," He smirked. "There is a secret entrance through that wall over there." He pointed to a spot near his desk.

"Can you show me?" Harry sat up.

Severus stood up and Harry followed him. He reached up, pushed aside an empty portrait frame in which Harry hadn't noticed anyone in, and pressed on a brick behind it. It slid backwards and then, much like the way the entrance to Diagon alley appeared, the bricks began to arrange themselves so that there was a gap only large enough for a relatively thin person to pass through. Harry stepped into the good-sized room.

There was a large, ornate bed with the Slytherin crest on it to one side, and a door opposite. One wall was completely covered in dusty old books and there was a desk and a chair in one corner. This room was carpeted and quite warm feeling considering it was a part of the dungeons. The main colours were green and silver of course.

"If it wasn't so late and I weren't so tired, I wouldn't mind testing out that bed of yours." Harry smirked. "This place is nice though."

"I like it." Severus simply said.

"Thanks for showing me, Severus. You've seen where I sleep, and I don't think that any of my roommates would appreciate waking up to find you in bed with me in their dorm. I think they'd all end up eating their pillows if that happened. But what they don't know, can't hurt them." He grinned.

"Very true."

"Well, start thinking about how we're going to ambush Voldermort 'cause I really want to get this over and done with as soon as possible, before he has a chance to do anything stupid. But for now, I'm going to bed." He moved forward and gave Severus a kiss then stepped back through the hole in the wall. "Good night." He smiled.

"Good night. I'm sure you can see yourself out."

"Yep. See you in Potions." Harry gave him one last look before he left, exiting through Severus's office.

This time Harry made it back to the dorm.

Harry awoke early. He was feeling cold and decided a nice hot shower would be needed since he hadn't had one that night as he'd been too occupied. He pulled the hangings from around his bed back and headed to the showers. It didn't seem like anyone else was awake, as the curtains were still drawn around the other beds. Ron's included.

The past two days, Harry had had his showers at odd hours of the day, as he didn't want to be in the bathroom at the same time as anyone else in case they realised that whenever Harry passed the mirrors, they stayed empty. This is why he was glad he'd woken early this morning.

The torches were lit when he entered, but he didn't think this strange. They were usually either lit during the night by someone or early in the morning by a house-elf. He headed over to the stalls and threw his stuff down, but decided to brush his teeth first. This had become a rather enjoyable experience for Harry, for it appeared that the toothbrush was floating in mid air on its own accord. He didn't really know why he found it so humorous.

He chuckled as he put the brush in his mouth and started scrubbing. As usual, it was floating in mid air. But then another movement caught Harry's eye. Someone had just stumbled out of a shower stall.

It was Ron.

"Harry!" He said, catching himself.

Harry froze, and then dropped his toothbrush. "Shit." He muttered, picking it up again. Harry didn't want to stand up. The whole wall above the sinks was a mirror and there would be no avoiding Ron not noticing he lacked a reflection. He stayed on the ground.

"Are you alright Harry? Why are you sitting on the floor?" Ron walked towards him. Harry knew he had to think quickly.

"Scar." He muttered putting his hand to his forehead. Ron seemed to understand.

"Painful one?"

He nodded.

Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, but then his expression changed. "Hey Harry, where'd you go last night... you were gone for ages. Hermione and I were worried."

"I had to see McGonagall. Then I wasn't in the mood for bed, so I went for a walk. I haven't done that for ages." He hoped he sounded believable.

"Fair enough. You know, you really didn't have to speak to her like you did." He frowned down at Harry.

Harry grew angry. He'd forgotten about that. "And just how did I speak to her Ron? Were you there? No, you weren't. Hermione and I will sort this out ourselves." He made to get up, but growled when he realised he couldn't. Maybe it would just be easier to reveal himself to Ron, take all his blood, and then run away into the night never to be seen again.

But that was not an option.

Ron looked at him uneasily, most likely expecting Harry to lose the plot all together and erupt in a mass of fury. "I know Harry, it's just..." He sighed. "I don't know." For one crazy moment Harry thought Ron was going to join him on the floor. Thankfully he didn't. "If you're alright can I...?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah I'm fine. I'll see you out there then." Ron gave him a sad look and left.

Harry frowned at his retreating back. That had been a close one. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Harry finished his teeth and jumped in the shower hastily.

It was lucky he did, for as soon as he pushed the door open to leave, Dean and Seamus almost ran into him in a rush to get to the showers.

"Harry mate!" Seamus beamed. He was in a good mood. "Watch it, we've got Potions this morning... can't be late!" They pushed past him.

Harry made his way to the common room, where he found Hermione and Ron in their favourite seats leaning towards each other and talking in hushed voices. Harry got the strangest feeling they were discussing him. But Hermione saw him before he had a chance to eavesdrop.

"Morning, Harry." She gave him a tense smile. Harry felt like rolling his eyes. He only then realised just how childish everyone around him was. It was stupid to be acting the way she was, Harry probably would have preferred her to just confront him about whatever was on her mind- instead of playing these stupid little games.

"Morning." He muttered. He felt like leaving then and there, skipping breakfast and heading down to see Severus for an early morning...

"You coming to breakfast?" Hermione's voice interrupted his thought. This time Harry did roll his eyes.

"Yeah I suppose." He grumbled. Breakfast these days was like potions was in the old days.

Since they were relatively early, the corridors were pretty much deserted. Harry was tired of the tenseness between them.

"Hermione, if you've got something to say to me, please just say it." He paused his steps.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, another infuriating little habit.

"I don't know what you're expecting I'll do, but I promise I won't make a scene!" Harry exasperated. This seemed to reassure his mortal friends a little.

"Well it's just that... I don't know Harry." She eyed him. "As I said, you've changed. A lot. But now is not the time to discuss this. Please, lets talk later." She gave him a small smile.

Harry huffed, but agreed. All the sooner he could get to potions, the better.

It wasn't until Harry was seated in his normal seat in potions that he'd felt even remotely happy that morning. But his joy skyrocketed when Severus billowed himself into the room, catching Harry's eye for just the slightest moment before turning his attention towards the class, looking sour as ever. Harry so much wanted grin like a maniac.

Severus was silent as he looked at each person in the room, an expression of extreme dislike and even hatred on his smooth features and dark eyes. Harry shuddered as their eyes met.

"I am ashamed to say that only one of you dunderheads managed to brew yesterdays potion to perfection." The room was silent. "This is not acceptable. What is also not acceptable, is..." Harry swore he could see a smirk. "The fact that the only person who managed to brew this potion was no other than Mr. Potter." He sneered out Harry's name. Harry was fighting hard to keep his face looking angry and embarrassed, but it was difficult.

A couple of people looked back at him, including Malfoy who was looking murderous indeed. Too bad for him he couldn't kill Harry if he tried, or Severus for that matter.

"Detention for all of you." Snape growled, interrupting Harry's thoughts. "Including Mr. Potter." He turned his back to the board. He swished his wand and large words appeared there. It was a fragment of the potion they had made yesterday. "You have fifteen minutes to get this far, then I'm wiping it. If any of you manage to stuff it up again..." He looked about the room but didn't finish.

Harry set to work happily. This potion was easy.

It seemed that Harry never had a chance to have a chat with Hermione and Ron for the rest of that week, and when the weekend came, Harry finished all of his homework and headed out the portrait door. He didn't really want to speak to them properly anyway; he already knew that they'd say. He was tired with hearing so much about how he'd changed in the most unexplainable ways.

He had more important things to do, like rummage around Severus's store cupboard. He had completed every potion to perfection that week, and handed in all his homework, which was of O level.

Harry had tucked his invisibility cloak inside of his school one, so that no one would see him enter Severus's office. It would be too curious if Harry was seen going there more often than he should be- which was never at all.

Harry entered the office invisibly, and pulled his cloak off once Severus had shut the door. Harry was smirking.

"I believe you have your end of a deal to keep true to?" In one hand was his cloak, in the other a dusty old book.

"I suppose I do, don't I?" Severus smirked back, but lead him to his exceptionally large storage cupboard. "Have fun searching." He turned and headed back to his desk.

Harry gaped as his back. There was no way he'd be able to find anything in this cupboard! There was just so much stuff. It wasn't messy or anything, just completely jam-packed. "Err… how about giving me a hand? I bet you know exactly where everything is in here."

Severus sat down. "I think you can manage. You seemed to manage the potions just fine, and that was substantially harder than simply finding ingredients." He picked up his quill and began writing on someone's work.

Harry grumbled. "Fine, two can play at this little game." He got out his wand. "Accio mintoria ignightious!" He cried. Suddenly various jars moved aside and one came flying towards Harry. He caught it grinning. "That's how it's done." He cringed. "Yuk! This stuff is disgusting... and I'm going to have to drink it!" He blanched.

Severus just shook his head, a small grin on his face. Harry wasn't always as stupid as he sometimes looked.

It wasn't long before Harry had everything he'd need to make his potion. The excitement was welling in his chest, and as he raced over to show Severus he nearly dropped everything. Now that would have been disastrous.

"Got it all!" He placed some of the jars on top of what ever it was the half-wizard half-vampire was doing, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"So I can see. If you don't mind, I have work to do." He levitated the jars and placed them on a desk, refocusing on his task at hand.

Harry pouted. "Aww... you should learn to do your homework as quick as me." He jumped to the side just as Severus threw the full body-binding curse at him. Harry stuck out his tongue. "Missed me!" He ducked under a desk to narrowly miss being stupefied. "Well, if you're done, I'm going to start this. Thanks!" He went to the back of the room, found his cauldron but frowned at it. It was too small. Harry walked tentatively up to Severus's desk.

"What do you want now?"

Harry moved around and kissed him on the cheek. "I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to lend me a larger cauldron? Seems mines not big enough." Severus turned to look at him. Harry caught him off guard by pulling him into a full-blown kiss.

"Second store cupboard." He muttered, licking his lips. Harry thanked him and bounded off. He found what he needed and set to work.

Harry immersed himself in the potion, and didn't even realise that Severus had left the room and returned a number of times. He had to make it through the first phase of the brewing before he set it aside to cool, and then sit overnight. Hours had passed and he'd hardly realised, until finally the time came to remove it from the fire.

Harry fell into a chair and smiled. "Done." Harry looked at his watch. He'd missed dinner. "Oh shit!" He groaned. He really didn't' need anymore pestering from Hermione and Ron. But then he realised he could actually tell the truth.

"Language, Mr. Potter." Came an amused voice. Harry looked up.

"Oh shut up." He grinned. Severus made his way over. He lent over Harry's cauldron. Harry waited patiently.

"This is actually very good." He mumbled. He picked up the book and read over the instructions, and how the potion should have ended up. "Very good indeed." Harry grinned. It felt good to get praise from a master of potion making.

"Thanks. I hope it is, I'll be the one taking it."

"I still don't understand how this is possible though." He shook his head, but looked happy. "Thankfully we missed dinner." He frowned. "Dumbledore scalded me just last night for not eating enough. That's the last time I sit next to him."

Harry laughed. "I know what you mean. I've had enough of it from Ron, just because he's a bottomless pit. It's disgusting." Harry pulled Severus into a hug. He was glad when it was returned. "What do you say we pay a visit to the kitchens? We can both fit under my cloak." Harry grinned.

Severus seemed to ponder this. "Trust you to know where the kitchens are. I've never been there myself, although I hear that the entrance is somewhere near the Hufflepuff dorms."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. Are you coming?" Harry pulled his cloak out from inside his school one. Severus nodded his head. "Good! Is there somewhere safe I can put this till tomorrow?" He asked, looking around the room.

"You can put it in that cupboard over there. It's lockable." They went over and Harry put the cauldron in. Severus locked it with his wand.

Once they'd checked both directions for people, Severus shut the door behind them. "Right, duck a second will you?" Severus obliged and soon they were both invisible. Severus was standing behind Harry, and it was easier if he put his arms around Harry's waist. It might have been an idea to check themselves in a mirror to see if they were visible, but that was now not an option.

Harry had to contain a giggle as Severus's smooth hands made their way under his shirt and jumper and traced patterns along his stomach. That was one of Harry's most ticklish spots. He stopped and elbowed him. "Stop it…" He ground out through clenched teeth, but grinning at the same time. A shiver wracked up his spine when lips connected with his neck. The hands on his stomach weren't shy when it came to breaching the band of Harry's pants either. Harry pulled in a sharp breath when those soft hands wrapped around his cock.

"What's this I find...?" Severus whispered in his ear while his hands began stroking Harry.

"We're in the middle of the hahhhh..." Harry moaned as Severus increased the pace. "Oh Merlin..." Harry leant his head back onto Severus's shoulder.

Harry had to contain his vocals as he felt the pressure building and it wasn't long before he couldn't hold himself back any longer. If it weren't for his hands holding the cloak shut, Harry would have used them for other purposes- like murdering Severus. Harry's body slumped as a relaxed feeling spread throughout him. He hardly noticed Severus pulling his hands out of his pants, but he sure heard the slurping noises Severus was making behind him.

"What're you...?" Harry inquired, turning his head. He felt himself shiver when he looked upon one of the most erotic scenes he had ever set his green eyes on. Severus was ungracefully licking and sucking on his own fingers, making sure to make short work of every inch of Harry's essence on his hand.

Severus noticed Harry's glazed look. "I see you enjoyed that." He smirked.

Harry grinned at him. "I did. But we ought get to the kitchens, who knows what you might eat next if we're not quick."

Severus grumbled at him but followed.

Hermione dragged Ron into her room and made him sit down. They had barely seen anything of Harry, and his behaviour was becoming more and more of a worry for them. Today was Saturday, and they had yet to even lay eyes on him. He didn't even turn up to dinner, but the curious thing where was neither did Snape.

"Ron, I think there is something really weird going on with Harry. And I'm getting the impression professor Snape is involved." She frowned, sitting beside him.

"Yeah, I agree." He frowned also.

"I... Do you have any ideas?" Hermione shifted nervously on the bed, wondering if Ron had noticed the things she had.

Ron gave her a funny look. "Not really. I personally think he's loosing the plot. Going a bit mad, you know? But I guess it's understandable... with all the stuff he's been through." Ron sighed, feeling sad. He was missing his friend so much.

"Yeah maybe... but you don't think it's something more... supernatural?" Hermione said in a sneaky voice uncharacteristic for herself.

"Supernatural? How do you mean 'Mione...?" He looked at her as if she was the one loosing their marbles.

She scoffed. "You know what I mean! Think about it... what kind of things live down in Knockturn alley?"

Ron seemed to be thinking for a moment. "Things that you don't want to be found by, that's for sure. I don't know what exactly, Fred and George said there were so many freaks down there and heaps of illegal stuff. Even Ministry representatives are frightened to go down there, or so Dad said. I wouldn't want to go there, that's for sure. Not even out of curiosity." He shuddered.

"Exactly." Hermione said with triumph. "Harry implied that he went pretty far down there, so he must have run into at least something not so... nice. I'm just wondering exactly what it is. At first I though maybe Harry had been bitten by a werewolf, but I ruled that out because there wasn't a full moon during the time he was in Knockturn Alley. There was only one more creature I could think of that leaves its prey with noticeable differences, but even that doesn't seem to add up."

"What did you think it was?" Ron asked curiously.

"Well, it couldn't be because..." She paused, thinking. "But I suppose it's still...? I could be... I think it might be best to do some sort of test, Ron, just to be certain." It seemed she was talking more to herself than Ron.

"Yeah… right. It would help if I knew what you were talking about." He grumbled.

"Oh! Yeah sorry..." She lent over. "Now listen closely." She told him her suspicions and ways to set thoes suspicions straight.

Ron gave her a frightful look. "Y... You know w... what that would mean, don't you?" His voice was higher than usual.

Hermione nodded. "I do, but we must know. Are you in with me?" She held out her hand.

Ron looked at it, somewhat apprehensively. His eyes then settled on Hermione's. "Definitely, you can count on me. We have to try and help Harry." He took her hand and shook it.

"Good. We will start tonight, the sooner the better I say." She gave him a grim smile.

Ron nodded, but wasn't all that eager to find out the truth, whatever it may be.

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