Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own any of the fictional characters that J.K. Rowling has created. Any altercations to said characters are my own but not the character themselves.

Warning: This is Slash! Man on Man and every lemon will stay! I will not edit it for those who know what they are getting into but Can't do anything but complain when all they need to do is hit the little red X button.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I'm Sorry for the delay in updating, but i hope you enjoy this chapter. And the rest of the chapters for that matter.

Severus stood in front of the mirror and inspected the stranger. His soft Masculine features and high cheek bones. Full lips and elegant nose. The long straight black hair that could rival Lucius Malfoy's. The features led to an elegant throat and strong shoulders. A shaky hand reached up and brushed the lone strand of hair over the shoulder. The feeling was electrifying. He dropped his hand and starred at the reflection, the dark ebony eyes, and the younger face staring at him. He stared a minute longer before turning around and meeting the gaze of bright emerald ones.

Part 10: Harry

Harry felt the fingers ghost his skin and though he couldn't help it, he flinched. But minutes later when he could tell that his professors had left he missed the feeling of them. He sat there for a few minutes after he heard the door close before opening his eyes and sitting up. The first thing he noticed was there was no pain. Snape probably gave him a pain potion. He looked down at his torso and expected there to be slashes and halfway developed bruises but was shocked to find that there none. Nothing but a couple of faint bruises that would probably fade in a couple of hours.

He healed me.

But why?

+Flashback+

"Severus, are you trying to tell me the one you have gave up looking for has been here the entire time?"

+End+

He remembered how he had felt when he had fallen into Snapes arms. The feeling of peace, of the missing piece of the puzzle finally being found. It had made him feel whole...

Harry shook his head and lay back down on the bed. He felt the memory hand ghost his skin again. He sat up again and ran his hand through his hair. He listened to the muffled voices and was pulled to the door. He pressed his left ear to the door making sure not to bump his head against it in the process.

"Young snake you may be twenty years his senior…"

That's why Snape was bitter? He grasped the handle of the door and turned it silently. Harry knew better than anyone that age in the wizarding world didn't matter. He shuddered. The memory of walking past the teachers' lounge and hearing the distinct voice of Madam Hooch and the current headmistress in the beginnings of foreplay. Shuddering he Suppressed the memory as best he could, harry began opening the door as quietly as he could. Harry looked through the crack in the door and watched as McGonagall Traded looks with a portrait above the mantle. A man a couple years older than him walked from the sofa next to McGonagall to the mirror.

Harry opened the door farther and stepped silently into the room leaving the door open behind him. He watched as the man inspected himself in the mirror. The man was beautiful in all terms. He had smooth masculine features and Beautiful sharp ebony eyes. He watched as the man reached a slim hand and moved some of his long black hair over his shoulder. His black tinted nails skimming over his pale skin that joined the neck and the shoulder. The man really was beautiful. And he was turning around.

Harry was now starring at Ebony eyes.

Minerva and Salazar watched as the potions master walked across the room and inspected his image in the mirror. They also watched as Harry crept from the room and starred at him. Harry stood there and starred at the man he didn't recognize. A lust in his eyes that he probably didn't even realize was there. And as Severus turned around and gave him the same lust filled gaze. Yes Severus, why can't he be yours?

Part 11: Harry

Harry Potter stared at the man in front of him. Harry noted the look of hunger in the man's eyes, and an unknown emotion he couldn't place, that kept flashing across the mans and disappearing. He gulped down his own emotions and felt a burst of anger and embarrassment. And he in turn felt hurt. He turned away from the gorgeous man and glared around the room looking for his Potions Professor. But the only people in the room were the headmistress and the man. He felt his magic surge under his skin in anger. That man left him here. Alone.

Harry tilted his head to the side in thought. Why would he feel that way? He admitted he was curious about the man, what these feelings were. His thought strayed to the diary he had under his mattress… well it was probably in his trunk now. The older man was attractive. His was reminded of his dreams. And he froze mid thought. Shaking his head violently he cursed himself. He did not trust the man as far as he could throw him. He needed to desist these thought immediately.

Harry quickly pulled in his anger. Why was he angry in the first place? His professor didn't leave him with Voldemort in the least. He walked over to the couch and sat next to his headmistress, and gave her a nod.

"Professor."

"Hello Harry. Are you feeling well?" She gave him the knowing look that harry would guess she learned from the old fool.

"Well that really depends on what you want to hear." He half scowled at her, and most likely in a very good Snape imitation, if the slight wince was anything to go by. "I was just taken from the Family," He nearly spat the word and watched as everyone in the room flinched, "that was supposed to protect me by someone that hates my guts and would rather hand me off to Voldemort than bare to be anywhere near me."

Harry looked at his hands in anger, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes. Not wanting to see that the people he thought he could trust, people that he actually thought wanted him, that the they didn't. The man next to the mirror had moved next to the couch and was now looking pale. He gave himself a minute to calm the rage that was boiling inside of him. And when he did he looked up at the two people in the room, feeling tears sting his eyes. "I understand now why Dumbledore left me there, why no one bothered to ask if I was okay." he stood. "I'm sorry to have bothered you with this professor. I will go back to my room."

Harry crossed the room and closed the door behind him. Sending up silencing and locking charms. And let all his pent up anguish from the previous years out. Screaming until his throat was raw and he could not bear to scream any more. And then he just cried.

What he didn't notice was the looks the people in the other room were giving him as he had left. How they had wanted to follow him, catch him, hold him, comfort him. He didn't see the plethora of emotions cross the faces of the two occupants. He defiantly didn't notice that all magic that he had just done had been done wordlessly. Or that it had been completely wandless.

A/N well good morning everyone. I hope you have enjoyed this story so far. It's the one I started editing first, I plan on editing all of the stories before writing chapters… but we all know how plan can change right. I'll be where ever the muse takes me. I just hope you guys stick around and enjoy it. Thank you!

Also if you hadn't noticed that the harry and everyone still refer to the old man in an endearing tone is because despite what he did they still care. But that changes later on. I know this one is short but I hope you still enjoy it.

+NOTE+ oh my FH! So edited this story but this computer decided to do some retarded technological goof. I'm sorry for the delay. Enjoy!