AN: I love this chapter. Confuse Sev if so cute! How strange to have your body remember but not your mind. Severus knows… deep down he knows. I'm just glad that I see Severus as someone to trust his instincts… :) He might be a bit OCC but hey…

Chap7: There is Hope for us Yet.

Severus stared down at the murky, forest green liquid that was his tea. It was prepared just how he liked it: piping hot, strong, no milk, about three drops of lemon and a teaspoon of honey, a complicated tea for complicated man according to his mother. He could not understand how Potter knew, truth be told, right now, he did not understand a lot of things.

"Severus..." the way his name rolled off of Potter's tongue was simply sinful in Severus' opinion, yet he knew that there were far more pressing matters than this, whatever it was...

"What makes you think that we are familiar enough to be on first name basis Mr. Potter? Have you yet to learn how to respect you elders?" Severus watch the lovely eyes harden and narrow as Potter's well know temper took over.

"Familiar enough? Familiar enough! Living together for almost... The time together! Have you forgotten our nig-" Harry froze. No, it couldn't be...
"Sev- Snape, what is the last thing you remember? What is today'sdate?"

The emphasis on the word todaywas not lost on Severus. "I remember giving Longbottom detention for a month after melting three of my cauldrons trying to make a healing potion, while sending two other students to Poppy because of him. I believe the date 'was' March 12, 1997."

Harry didn't hear his tea cup dropping, he didn't hear anything. The year 1997 echoed in his head.
"You don't remember." it wasn't a question, it was a statement said mostly to himself than to the even more confuse man in front of him.

"What exactly am I forgetting Mr. Potter?" Severus was starting to get scare, something was not right, whatever it was he was sure of one thing: It was not 1997.

Looking around the room Severus could tell that it was Christmas, the lack of presents under the tree said it was either before or after Christmas day. There were many pictures of Potter with two little girls; he could only assume that they were his daughters, yet he also notices the lack of a mother in all of them.
On top of the fireplace mantel there was a picture of Lyly and James, smiling and waving, next to it a picture of... Severus walked over to the picture.
"Why do you have this? How did you get this?"

Severus looked back at the younger man waiting for a reply. He has not moved his hands kept opening and closing, his eyes far away, the remains of his teacup still at his feet.

"HARRY! Why do you have my mother's photogr-" he was interrupted by a loud explosion coming from upstairs.

Harry was out of his seat with the grace and speed of a seasoned warrior, taking the stairs two at a time. It made Severus wonder how much time had actually passed, or how the war had affected him sense even now, years later as far as he could tell, he still had the same reflexes.

Severus followed, the picture momentarily forgotten. There was a blood trail leading his way, it seemed like Harry had cut his foot in the broken china.

He found Harry sitting on the floor, Indian style, and the two little girls from the pictures sitting in his lap. One of them was crying into her father's shoulder, the other was holding her sister's hand. Looking around the room, Severus found the source of the explosion. A child's potion set was set on the table, the cauldron was melted on one side the ingredients around it ruined. By his experience in teaching, Severus could tell that it was supposed to be a Burping powder potion.

"You were suppose to take it out of the fire and let it cool before adding the lizards' tail. The heat makes a chemical in the tail activate creating a chain reaction with the holly berries..."

Severus fought down the blush that threatened to overtake him as three pairs of eyes looked at him.

"You were trying to make Belch powder potion. Were you not?" the one that had been crying before gave him a timid nod. He saw Harry sign before turning his eyes to the two young girls who tensed under his eyes.

"Lyly, Eileen when I said go play upstairs, I did not mean blow up the house..."

Severus' heart skipped a beat at the names. Eileen. It was his mother's name. Their dark hair and eyes did have a resemblance to the great women of his life, and they also had a small resemblance to his best friend. It made him happy and proud; he had no idea why but it.

"Lyly was the one that blew up the cauldron." Harry only raised an eyebrow in what Severus consider to be a very familiar way.

"And how did she get the recipe for this potion?"

"Uncle Gred and uncle Forge." Severus gave a small smile at the cheek. Ohh he liked Eileen. He liked her a lot.

"Okay... And how did she get the ingredients required for it? Because I know that you are both too short to reach the top shelf in the lab and Hopcup would never get something out of there without my permission, and the only here who knows how to get her hands into things she is not suppose to be touching..." he gave a pause before continuing.
"Is you" tapping Eileen's nose with each word. Both girls giggled a light blush making their cheeks rosy.

"Hopcup" the same elf that had serve them tea after he had first awoken popped into the room. "Yes Master Harry?"

"Can you please draw a bath for these two trouble makers, after that I believe it will be time for their nap." the house elf nodded before holding out her hands for the two little girls to take. They did after giving their father a quick hug.

"Do you have some sort of first aid kit that you could provide me with if you please?" the house elf looked Severus over sharply before she nodded again and walking out of the room with her young charges.

Harry gave Severus a confuse look, his head tilted to the side a little. Severus only pointed to his foot before turning away sharply.

He could not help it, the innocence of those emerald eyes and the small pout on those plump lips made Severus burn with desire. He did not understand it, how could he be feeling this for someone he didn't even know, no he really didn't know him. And a Potter no less.

Severus looked back down at the sound of a body getting up; he reached for Harry without thinking. Soon he found his arms full of a young tense body that made his heart beat faster; he did know him, his body remembered, even if his mind did not.

"Thank You… I didn't even notice until you pointed it out." The blush spread across his cheeks made Severus groan on the inside, he was so not helping.
"Har- Potter, can you please explain to me what is going on, by the looks of things it has been at least four years that I have no memory of…" He felt Harry nod against his chest.

"We can talk in my room. I have everything I want to show you in there." He paused for a moment, working his lower lip between his teeth. "Can you help me there please; I think there are still some fragments inside…"

Without a warning Harry found himself off the ground and in the arms of his no longer deceased lover, it was wonderful and for a short moment he allowed himself to be weak and forget that he had ever left, that he didn't know anything and pretend that it was like old times.