a/n: I'm obviously in a Harry/Snape frame of mine. What can I say, the snarkiness and anger between the two is hot.

One-Take: Escape to Eden, Return to Hell

Would be rated: M

Chapter I

Harry Potter loved magic. Absolutely. It completed him. It spoke to him and comforted him. He was never alone. His magic was his friend and a confidant. And Harry had not had anyone except his magic for nearly ten years. Harry Potter loved magic, but he hated the magical world.

He had only lived there for seven years. On his 18th birthday he disappeared, never to be seen again, or so he hoped. He had killed Voldemort. He had seen too many dead. He had outlived too many. Sirius was gone, and Dumbledore, and even Tonks and Remus. Their deaths weighed heavily on him. They were his family and they had died because he was too young, too inexperienced to defeat Voldemort before he could become a threat. Harry still had family – the Weasleys and Hermione -- but he knew they would understand. They knew it was what he wanted, and so they kept quiet as they would occasionally receive gifts from Harry; Just little trinkets that couldn't give away where he was (not that Harry was ever anywhere long enough to track). They always came at night and the birds left before they could so much as feed them.

Harry kept himself occupied. He spent a lot of time travelling and a lot of time just discovering his magic. And the things he discovered…oh how he wished things had happened to him in reverse order. Voldemort wouldn't have stood a chance if Harry faced him now.

Harry did other things to occupy himself. About seven years back he had found himself on a ship. He went island-hopping, eventually found himself in the United States. He went to New York City. IT was odd to find himself among millions but to still be alone. Not alone. The nudge of his magic would always remind him that he was not alone.

He was walking along the streets, noticing the litter on the ground and the pollution in the air. Absent mindedly, his magic cleaned it. His breathing was suddenly easier. Funny. He hadn't noticed any problems.

It was then that he had an epiphany, an epiphany that would give him a life goal and set him on a path that would inevitably lead him back to the Wizarding world. Harry's epiphany was that he would finally use his magic for what it was created for – to do good and save people. He always did have a saving people thing, Hermione was right.

It started by cleaning the streets and air of cities he travelled to. But he knew he could do more. His magic reacted with barely a thought anymore. Harry had to be careful and train himself to only think good thoughts. Soon, Harry was ending droughts, regrowing forests magically overnight that had been cut down for wood, and putting out fires as he passed through towns. Once, he had saved a cat from a tree. He didn't think it really needed saving. For about a month he planted apple trees as he went as a gag; then he got tired of eating apples for the seeds and gave up.

Muggles and magical folk alike began to notice, but he was too slippery for them to catch. They started to believe that he must be some sort of creature. Scientists and wizards alike were stumped. Strangely though, they both gave him the same name: elf.

By this time Harry was having fun. He discovered ways to protect the things he made, so that people did not just re-log the forests he made. He made buffalo roam the prairie again, and magically expanded the entire city of New York. He stumped geographers on that one and map-makers even more.

He ousted corrupt politicians, always working in the background. He helped discover cures to cancer, AIDs, and the common cold. At one point when visiting Texas, he cured the entire city of Houston of obesity. That one was just for fun.

He had changed himself as well. His hair was long, ending right above his shoulders. Sometimes he held it back with a hair tie. Other days he left it free. It was as unruly as ever. He tried to grow a beard. It came in patchy and made people look at him like he was a vagabond, so he shaved off his attempt, but he was still like to have a week of stubble at a time. Green eyes shone freely because his glasses had been dropped long ago. Magic worked wonders. His clothes were loose. He found he preferred them like that, probably all those years in his cousin's castoffs. At least his clothes didn't swallow him now and weren't rags anymore. Not that he looked in the mirror often enough to worry about his clothes or hair or lack-of glasses.

Ten years of pranks and improvements later, Harry was getting bored. He purchased a piece of land South America using some of his Black inheritance, a fake name, and some magical persuasions. That was a brilliant and stupid move on his part. Brillant, because no one suspected that Harry Potter had anything to do with the mysterious magic-user, and bad because now his admirers and critics now had a name to call him: Elfton Gardener– a ridiculous name the result of miscommunication and misunderstandings. He had tried to get Evan Gardener. Nevertheless, now people thought he was an Elf and not a human at all.

He had to set up wards to keep people looking for him out of his new land. Harry wasn't even sure why he bought the land. Just a whim, he believed. From events that happened later, he might later call it fate and curse it. But for now, he had land and he decided he might as well do something with it. First, he built a house. Small and comfortable, and all his, created from his magic. Harry pondered as he created it whether it would disappear if he and his magic were ever gone away from it for too long. Not that he really worried.

He spent his time making the land he bought a paradise. He was attracted to the land because of its natural magic and the magical creatures, including several small dragons. Harry was happy to find that parseltongue could be understood by dragons, for it meant he could live peaceably with them and they served as very good protectors for his land.

He would curse himself later for this as well, as the dragons were another part of fate's plan for him. Harry had enough with destinies and prophecies. Understandable, really.

It was as he was brushing down one of the beautiful unicorns that also lived on his property when his next destiny took the first baby steps to begin a journey he was not prepared for.

He heard the familiar roar of his dragons, but recognized it as one of aggression. There was someone on his property that shouldn't be there…

TBC…maybe

Story Plot:

Snape works for Magical EU (or slavery to Magical EU as punishment for his crimes as death eater, even though he was spy)

Researchign the magic in South America, because the purchase or magical territory didn't go unnoticed

he has to save him from a dragon and healed by harry

Harry can't let Snape go until he promises an unbreakable vow not to tell where he was

Snape's pride gets in the way and he won't be ordered around by harry

Harry binds him to the land to keep him from leaving

Harry's magic is jealous of harry having another person, keeps playing pranks on Snape

Snape is annoyed, yet impressed by the sentient magic. Wants to learn it. Harry tries to teach it.

Snape finds himself falling for the quieter, more exccentric version of the boy he used to teach

He tries to get Harry to return

Harry won't as long as Wizards are so narrow-minded

Argument ensues and the anger turns to lust

They wake up in bed together the next morning

Snape stays for a bit longer, even though Harry has told him that he would not force him to be there any longer

Snape Goes back to Britain after another night of love-making

Harry needs a change of scenery

Goes back to Europe – cleans pollutants, and ocean, repairs damages, communism facelift, drinks a lot, grows forests and flowers

Teddy's grandparents die from accident/attack

Harry becomes Teddy's legal guardian

No one knows where Harry is…except Snape

Snape follows the weird stories and seeks out Harry again

Tells Harry he now has responsibilities..a child

Harry asks what he is supposed to do

Snape says he can teach, it's Teddy's first year at Hogwarts

Snape has been invited back as Potion's Master because Draco Malfoy is teaching the Wizarding Culture Class

Harry is offered Defense Against the Dark arts but chooses to teach muggle studies instead, since he no longer uses spells or a wand

Snape has practiced his magic and now has more control

Their magic plays together

Harry goes to collect Teddy. Teddy hates him.

Harry must win him over.

Relationship is rocky when they return to Hogwarts

Harry goes to professor Snape for advice

..idk from here