Disclaimer: okay we all know that Dea does not stand for J.K. right? Good because Dea doesn't even stand for T.J. and that's even farther from J.K. so obviously I'm not J.K. *hold up hands* just weeding out those who would think otherwise.

Warning: Eventually…. *crosses fingers* hopefully. There will be some man on man soon. Once they stop being stubborn arses. Which means…? Yes virtual cookie to the Blondie in the third row. That after they have finished said stubborn dance of circles around each other, there will be SLASH! LEMON! GAY SEX! HOMOSEXUAL MENTAL VISAGE that may or may not burn the retinas from homophobic people… in all other sense of the phrase. You really do not have to read it if you do not wish to. If you don't like it, you can hit the X in the corner; you do not have to comment, like or otherwise message or flame on this or other stories. I will not be taking out the lemons. I think that that is just cruel and unusual punishment for some people. And I am proud… okay semi proud to put myself in that category…

A/N okay it has been decided… officially in the last 24 hours. I'm crazy. Mental. Often prone to randomly throw something in peoples general directions. Hard. To feel claustrophobic if there are more than two people in the kitchen with me. At said time I grab the nearest knife, often a wooden spoon, and start yelling *back! Back! I say!* evil glint and all. I often try to put this crazy to paper… well Word I guess… and I hope you guys enjoy it… I'd like to hear whether or not you do. Flame or no. *looks up to the ceiling in silent prayer* please…

Part 12: Snape

Severus Snape stared at the Emerald eyes that looked at him with hunger than quickly turned to anger. He felt uncertainty bubble to the top, taking the unease at the situation head on in full battle and win. He hadn't planned on this. Any of this. He watched as Harry looked across the room and half worried that he would figure out that his professor was standing in front of him. He didn't want those angry jade eyes looking in his direction, in accusation, hurt, whatever the young man may be feeling. But that recognition didn't come. Instead hurt had taken the place of anger as he walked swiftly over to the headmistress.

"Professor." Harry said dully. Almost snidely. And all feeling that Severus thought he was feeling for the boy quickly vanished. How Could Minerva just let the boy sit there and show disrespect towards her. He was tempted to walk up to the boy and berate him; slap him upside the head and tell him to show respect. But the look Minerva sent him made him stop halfway to the couch. That look promised pain if he didn't halt.

"Hello Harry. Are you feeling well?" He watched as several emotions flashed across the boys face. But the young man pushed them all back. Covering them all up behind a mask of indifference.

Harry scowled at her and Severus would have ignored the pointed look he had gotten a few minutes ago and punished the boy right then and there but the pain in the boy's voice stopped him from even taking a step. "Well that really depends on what you want to hear." The pain in every word was enough to make Severus want to comfort Harry but along with that the pull that came from the young man was pulling Severus to him. "I was taken from my family that was supposed to protect me by someone that hates my guts and would rather hand me off to Voldemort than bear to be anywhere near me."

Severus flinched. He hid all the hurt that came with that statement behind that flinch but inside he was putting himself under the Cruciatus. He knew he had been hard on the boy, but Harry thought he hated him. Worse Harry actually believed that he was someone who wanted him dead. Harry looked at his hands and Severus watched as he took a couple of deep breaths before looking up with tears in his eyes. Severus lost all train of thought right there. Focusing solely on the look of anguish that harry had tried to hide. A look that made everything in his body tell him to hold Harry. To comfort him. Make all his pain disappear.

Harry stood."I'm sorry for having bothered you with this professor. I will go back to my room." And he turned around. Before Minerva even sent him a look, Severus was following Harry until the door was slammed in his face and several charms were thrown up to block anyone who was listening from entering or hearing what Severus was sure the young man breaking down.

After several minutes of throwing spells at the door, Severus walked to the couch and slumped down in defeat. Calling in his spirits and filling a glass to the rim, he downed the glass in one swoop. Refilling his glass. Repeating this process a couple more times; he was to go again when a voice next to him whispered.

"Severus," the voice next to him made Severus jump. Spilling all contents of the glass over his front. How had he forgotten that Minerva was still in his quarters? He looked at her with a piercing glare, that to her probably looked comical. But to his relief she did not laugh.

"Need I remind you that drowning yourself in that stuff is not going to help you any?"

And the woman actually had the gall to smirk. Like this of all times was one to be joyful. He waved his hand and simultaneously dried his robes and refilled his glass.

"Need I remind you Minerva that a very strong distraught wizard just locked himself into solitude with powerful spells I couldn't even break? He's probably in there doing Salazar knows what, and you are sitting here joking." drinking his glass and staring into it, he mumbles what he thinks is incoherent babble. "Besides the way you're acting now I think you had found that insane senile fools stash of drugged candies."

And in His slightly hazy mind he thought he actually heard the infernal woman laugh.

"Well it's good to know that your sense of humor has not gone as dry as your spirits."

Severus glared for a moment before sighing and putting his glass down. Looking everywhere but at Minerva. His gaze landing on a photo of a younger Severus holding a cat by the tail while the brown tabby with rings around its eyes tried desperately to remove it. The young younger man hand a couple scratches on his face, the irritated looking man had his wand trained on the beast and was poking it, obviously forgetting he was a wizard. And in a sign of how much he had actually drunk he stifled a giggle and managed to suppress a smile into a smirk, and looked at Minerva when he heard a gasp.

"Well maybe I should let you drink more Severus. I haven't heard you giggle like that, nor seen you smile like that since you yourself was in school." She crooked a smile and looked at the photo that had held his attention, as his focus glazed for a minute and then his smirk widened.

"Minnie, the last time I smiled like this I was drunk off my arse and played with the wrong cat." His eyes flashing, he leapt back away from the animagus as she scowled his way making to swat him and promptly tripped on his robes and landed on the coffee table. Minerva looked at him for a moment before laughing at his antics.

"Severus I think you are done for the day." Shaking her head she reached and grabbed his arm to help pull him up. "Let's get you comfortable." And half dragged the drunken man to the bed she had transfigured the couch into. Seeing as Harry was in His room.

Laying him down Minerva took off his boots and pulled the covers up over him. Thinking on whether to reapply the glamour, she turned to the portrait.

"Salazar how one reapply the glamour?" his eyes moved from the passed out young man to her.

"You don't"

"Pardon me?"

He scowled at her "Woman! I said you don't. Only he can apply the glamour. Poke him or something. Wake him and tell him his Father can't see him like that."

Minerva looked horrified for a second before turning to Severus and shaking his shoulder. A growl and a scowl was all she met. She tried again. The young man in front of her cracked an eye open and glared at her.

"Woman I swear on Merlin's pyre, that if you do not have a reason for waking me in my inebriated state, I will hex you to London and back."

"Promises, promises Severus." He sat up and looked around the room. "I was trying to tell you that it would be inappropriate if your father walked in and saw you like that." The man's eyes went wide and he looked down at his hands swiftly grabbing his wand he swished it around in a elaborate motion she couldn't quite follow he whispered. "Velieris"

A dark glow surrounded him and when it softly went out there sat the surly potions master. His eyes glared daggers from the transfigured bed. "If my mind does not deceive me it was you that removed the glamour in the first place Minerva."

She raised her hands. "I do apologize Severus. Rest. Harry will need you fully rested tomorrow. "

"Well that was the plan before I had someone shaking me into consciousness." He bid her goodnight and rested his head on the pillow. Emotions flashing through his eyes. She wished him goodnight and turned to leave but not before she heard him whisper to himself.

"Minnie, I hope he does accept me."

She walked towards the door and silently walked out of Severus' quarters. Walking through the cold dungeons she felt herself smile.

"As do I Severus."

A/N Well I hope you like this chapter. But at least it's here, updated and edited. I have been thinking about how to finish this chapter but figured what best place to end it then to almost *holds fingers a bit apart in show of how small* destroy Snapes image. Le sigh. Too bad there were no students around. Well that were paying attention.

Okay. It has been decided, or I think that there is need of, an explanation. That as a vampire their age will remain at around or between 20 and 25. Severus looks different enough that Harry doesn't recognize him. But everyone can still tell who it is. Harry soon figures it out. Or Severus tells him. Haven't decided. But until it is clear to Harry what Sev is his Glamour remains.

Ah well. Review?