Sincerely sorry for the long update- but I'm starting to make this story my priority now. For those of you who read my other story "Fifty Shades of Betrayal", I have honestly run out of ideas and motivation to continue it. For now, my focus will be this story and I am very intent on finishing it.

Sorry this chapter is so short. Enjoy~

Harry awoke the next morning with a pounding hangover. He had drunk the entire bottle of wine as well as a few shots of vodka from Celosia's cabinet once he heard hers and Severus' screams from the level above. He quickly forgot about it and passed out on the couch, the television going on in front of him.

As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he retrieved his glasses from the ground, slipping them on and slowly turning the television off. He stood up regretting it immediately as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Flicking his wand, he found a bottle of painkillers, downing a few before taking a shower.

By the time he slowly made his way to the kitchen, Severus was seated at the table, hands clasped together as he glared at the wood. Harry ignored him, shuffling through the cupboards as he waited on the coffee maker. "Do you have a Pepper-up potion somewhere?"

When Severus didn't answer, Harry rolled his eyes. "No, of course not." He muttered and took his wand, Accioing the item and downing it immediately. In a second, he felt back to normal.

"Celosia's gone." Severus muttered quietly and Harry stopped pouring his coffee in a mug.

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry asked, setting the pot down. Severus didn't even look at him.

"She's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone?" The boy clenched his hands into fists.

"She Disapparated last night." Severus muttered and Harry had to resist the urge to pull his wand on the man.

"Where the fuck is she?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"Like I would know, Potter, otherwise I wouldn't be here!" The man exclaimed, shooting up from his seat.

"I swear, Snape, if you hurt my aunt you will regret it."

"I already do!" Severus growled. "And now I don't know where the hell she is!"

Harry closed his eyes, taking a breath before calming down. He pulled out his wand, whispering to it. "Point me Celosia's wand."

The tip of his wand lit up and began to rotate towards the staircase. Severus and Harry watched in surprise before the boy snatch it out of the air. "She's here."

They ran up the stairs, smashing each other into walls to get to the master bedroom. Severus flung the door opened, searching around the room to find it empty. Harry followed quickly after him, frowning as he saw Celosia's wand on the bedside table. "She doesn't have her wand."

"She could be in trouble." Severus muttered. "Where would she be?"

"What did you do to make her Disapparate?" Harry asked.

"Please, Potter, this isn't the time to scold me on what I did, we need to find your aunt."

"Yes, I know! Tell me what you guys talked about and maybe I can figure out where she went."

Severus sighed. "I told her she disgusted me and to get out."

Harry had to suppress the urge to punch his previous professor in the face. "And why?"

"Because she's a Muggle." Severus muttered in regret and Harry visibly rolled his eyes. He never learned to let the Muggle-blood thing go.

"I know where she could be then." He muttered and Severus looked up.

"How can you figure this out if I can't?" Severus asked, following the boy down the stairs.

"Because she's a Muggle first of all and I know everything there is to know about that compared to you." Harry said bluntly, grabbing his jacket from the closet downstairs. Severus grabbed his as well, shrugging it on as the boy touched his shoulder, the two Disapparating immediately.

They appeared in a Muggle street, almost deserted save for a handful of citizens walking around to get to their destination. Houses were everywhere, save for a small yet fancy restaurant that was preparing for their lunch peak. Severus looked around at the area again, seeing it was the only service building in the entire community. A pathway led towards a forest not too far off.

Before he could question Harry, the boy had already started his way into the restaurant. Severus huffed, following hurriedly behind him.

They were greeted at the door by a man dressed in a white top and black bottoms, a heavy set of keys strapped to his belt. "Good afternoon there, for two?"

Severus sneered at the man, not at all pleased by his fake smile and sense of professionalism. "No, actually." Harry spoke. "We're just trying to find someone."

"Was it a reservation?" The man asked, moving towards the front desk. Harry shook his head, stopping the man in his tracks. "Well, if you'd like, you're more than welcome to look around and try to find them. Not many people are here since our lunch rush doesn't usually come for another hour, so whoever you're looking for might not even be here yet."

"We'll just have a look around, thanks." Harry nodded and immediately did an eye sweep of the restaurant, walking deeper into it. Severus anxiously followed behind him, frowning deeply when Celosia was not to be found.

"You knew where she would be, eh?" He mocked as the two walked out of the restaurant.

"It was worth a shot." Harry shrugged. "I know she loves this place."

"This place?" Severus raised a brow. "There's hardly anyone here and it is the only restaurant in this entire neighbourhood. Not to mention the staff are unbearable."

"Celosia shared a memory with me once; this was the place she always came to after my uncle Andre passed. She initially went here with him many of times, hoping he would propose to her here but he never did."

He turned, starting towards the path that lead to the forest. "Where are we going now?" Severus asked, slightly surprised by the reasoning behind Harry's chosen location. Celosia had never showed him memories like that willingly. Then again, he never did care for anything that had to do for her ex-husband.

"There's a park somewhere up here that she admired too." Harry explained briefly as he walked down the path. There was little emotion in his voice. "Before my mum died Cel said she would always take her nephews here."

Severus merely followed Harry, allowing a comfortable silence fall in. It was no wonder Celosia didn't mention such things to Severus- everything was Muggle connected. What benefit would he attain if Celosia had mentioned how she wanted to play with children in a Muggle neighbourhood? A lump in his throat formed as the memories of last night flooded back into his mind. His heart ached with guilt. He never did learn how to shut his mouth, especially about the blood that coursed through the Evans sisters' veins. He himself was a half-blood for Merlin's sake! This was definitely something he had to work on.

After about a ten minute walk, Severus became impatient. They had already passed by a set of trees, which he thought was a forest from the Apparition spot. However it was just a well concealed area that then led to a clearing.

Soon after they arrived at a large playground- deserted surprisingly. Everyone was still beginning their day in their homes while Harry and Severus spent it rushing to find Celosia. "She isn't here." Harry frowned.

"Well where else could she be then?" Severus sneered. "Surely she's told you more of her lovely Muggle places in this area."

Harry sneered as well. "You are in no position to be ridiculing the Muggle world right now. That's exactly how you lost my mother and look where we are now- trying to find my aunt."

Severus immediately became silent, frowning intensely. A rustling was heard to their right and they both whipped around. Severus' breath got caught in his throat as he made eye contact with Celosia. Harry's eyes widened as well but before they could even say her name, she Disapparated out.

"Bloody brilliant!" Severus cursed, throwing his hands up in the air. "What the hell do we do now?!"

"Give her time, I guess." Harry shrugged. "She knows we're looking for her at least- we should give her some time. We'll come back tomorrow."

Severus calmed down. It did seem to make sense. "But she's wandless. What if something bad happens?"

"Then that's on your head, isn't it?" Harry said harshly and began to walk away, Disapparating back to the house a few minutes after. Severus looked back at the place he saw Celosia. Her eyes had been burning with hate and sadness, all because of him. Perhaps she had Disapparated because she couldn't stand to look at him anymore.

There you go again, Severus Snape- opening your pathetic mouth and hurting more women you love. Shaking his head he began to walk down the path. Perhaps Celosia didn't want anything to do with him again. If she truly wanted to come back to him, she wouldn't have left. She fled the house the previous night with good reason, but now all she had was hate for the man she supposedly loved.

Severus wouldn't go back to look for her. She didn't want him anyways. No one ever did.