(Inside the Pensive)

A swirling mist shaded over Harry's being gathering and parting into the memories that Snape had placed in the Pensive.

As the mist started to part a scene started to form a house in the woods, not something someone would permanently live in but more of a summer home.

Trees lush and green, birds chirping in their nests the young begging for their food and a blue sky over head.

Harry looked around himself before he even thought of walking toward the building, taking in every detail of what was going on inside the memory, taking a deep breath Harry continued on toward the house to enter.

But before he got any closer to the house to actually enter it, a figure in black walked quickly up to the house, the stride important and brooked no arguments.

Harry slipped behind one of the trees closest to him to keep from being seen, mentally hitting himself for hiding in a memory, Harry moved quickly to walk into the house behind the figure.

'I'll have to ask Snape where this little cottage is situated when this is over.' Harry thought as he slipped in side as the figure turned to close the door with a light click.

The figure removed its cloak, revealing long waist length black hair and dark tempting black eyes.

'Oh My God!' Harry gasped as he really looked at the figure, it was Professor Snape, yet only younger, by about ten years younger than the Snape he knew.

This Snape had a soft face, not the frown lines he had now on his forehead, his eyes unusually bright like he didn't have a care in the world, unlike now, his lips and skin full of life and colour.

'A rather good looking man when he doesn't have any weight on his shoulders.' Harry thought as he moved after his, younger version of the, Potions Master.

Groans could be heard from upstairs, which Snape hurried up and entered the first bedroom, Harry followed him up to continue on with understanding his Potions Master and why he has to look after him.

"How is everything?" Snape asked upon entering the bedroom.

A woman, Harry got a closer look, a younger Madame Pomfrey turned to Snape when he asked his question.

"I am so glad that you're here Severus, I'm going to need your help in a moment."

"Anything Poppy, tell me what you need me to do."

"I need you to get me a few f your pain releasing potion, and a bowl of hot water and towels."

"Of course Poppy." Snape said and he hurried off down stairs to do what was asked of him.

Harry watched Snape leave the room, instead of following him Harry moved closer to the bed where Madame Pomfrey was working.

There laying on the bed, drenched in sweat, was a man, a pregnant man who by the looks of him was going into birth and was having problems with the birthing process.

'Could this be what Snape was trying to tell me?' Harry wondered as he watched the man open his eyes.

"Is Sev here?" he asked, his voice weak.

"Yes Darrion, he is gathering some things for me at the moment, he'll be back in a moment dear." Poppy replied soothingly, soothing back the sweat matted hair from his forehead.

Snape chose that moment to come back into the room, realising that Darrion was awake he moved over to the bedside quickly.

"How are you?" he asked, not knowing much else to say.

"I'm okay, how about you Sev?"

"I'll feel better when we have gotten through this love." Snape replied placing a soft kiss on to Darrions forehead.

"As will I Sev." Came a weak reply, weaker than it already was.

"I still wish that you would have let me of held the baby to term instead of you."

Darrion brought up a hand to brush Snapes cheek; "I wouldn't want to risk you more than your life has already been risked."

A tear dropped from Snapes eye onto Darrions cheek as a wave of pain washed over him as the contractions hit once more.

"What is going on Poppy?" Snape asked turning to the working Med-Witch.

Poppy moved around the foot of the bed, her movements fast and precise as she cast many spells on the man in front of her, blood coating her pinafore.

"Poppy, there is too much blood. What's going on?" Snape cried as more pain over took his lover, pain harsher than before.

Poppy moved faster, but it was of no use and Harry could see that as he watched the emotions run over her face as she worked on saving the life of the baby and the life of the father as well.

Harry felt his heart break at the sight of what he was witnessing, beginning to understand Snape a littler bit more than he, or any one else but the Headmaster and Poppy knew, and he wanted to know more, wanted to get to know the man that he was before he lost his love and his child.

Not wanting to watch anymore, not wanting to see the heartbreak, the pain and the loss of an innocent, Harry pulled out of the flowing memories.

(End Pensive Memories).