Confusion Chapter 16, a harry potter fanfic

A/N:Wooow, so I decided to update this second chapter at the same time as both have been sitting on my laptop (which has no internet) glaring holes into my forehead.

Warnings and Disclaimer: First few chapters.

Harry woke to clean sheets and late morning sun. A slice of panic flickered through him as he glanced at the clock that pointed at morning tea. He was late!

Before he could even sit up properly Dobby appeared on his knees a sad look on his face.

"Mister Harry will be leaving Dobby tomorrow. Dobby will miss him very much. Mister Harry Potter has been taught so much, he is good at learning." The tight hug the sleep befuddled Harry got and the sniffling in his ear reminded him of previous years as the house elf gave one last squeeze and disappeared. It was the second last day of school.

And it meant no classes.

All teachers allowed these last two days before the end of school to be free from classes. Even Snape never held classes during the two days, instead he was avoided at all costs as those in his path were forced to clean the potions labs from top to bottom. This was a time Harry remembered he had dreaded the most, waiting while apprehension knotted his stomach, those around him joyful to be going home for the summer, nothing to take his mind off packing, of what was waiting for his return.

But now the knots in his stomach weren't from the coming holidays, they grew from the knowledge that he would have to face Snape. He knew the man would be able to read what he had done last night in his eyes, that the world would be able to see in the way he held himself, that he desired his potion's master. That the boy-who-lived lusted after a man twice his age.

He didn't know what made him shiver when he thought about it. Was it the fact he was attracted to a man? That he was a teacher? Older? That it was Snape?

He had been afraid to admit to himself that he felt attracted to men, he knew the Dursley's saw it as an abnormality, that he had heard Vernon curse under his breath about poofs and homos, but he had also seen the way people accepted the small differences of sexuality, but then Vernon also cursed under his breath about Goths, punk freaks, skin head bikers. But Harry had never heard him curse more than when it came to magic.

He knew the Dursley's were narrow minded, but it was hard to ignore when they were your only true contact with the outside muggle world.

He had read a little bit about wizarding views on homosexuality, but he didn't really know how people would react, everything was so different in books compared to reality. Sure Hermione had reacted well, encouraged him, but she knew him. Everyone else only saw what he put on show, and even though he enjoyed his secret, he still felt afraid that it would someday slip from his grasp to be printed in big bold letters and he would once again be labelled as abnormal, as a freak. He knew it was a stupid fear, but all he ever wanted was to be ordinary, average, common, and he didn't feel he would be treated like that if they caught wind that he was again a little different from the majority.

He was a little apprehensive about the fact he was gay, by the label people placed on the title, but not so much about the fact he found men attractive, if women didn't turn him on, how could he help that?

He wasn't sure if he found the idea of falling for a teacher so immoral, the man was human, it wasn't like being a teacher gave him any larger status in the balance of things. Hermione had poured over the textbooks when she had been captivated by Lockhart and it had become common knowledge to most of the school that student teacher relationships were allowed if the student was of a legal age and the relationship was conducted in a subtle manner, to the best interest of both parties. That hadn't stopped younger girls from throwing themselves at the older man's satin clad feet.

And there in lay the problem. The age difference. Butterflies swamped Harry's stomach as he tried not to replay last night, and the images it brought up. It wasn't so much that Severus was older, that's what attracted Harry to him even more, it was that Harry didn't feel he added up, that he was inadequate. He didn't have any experience in these matters, he'd only ever kissed Cho a limited handful of times, and he'd never even allowed himself to imagine kissing one of his dorm mates. And he didn't even want to think about his visions in this context, they didn't come under this topic, they came under the heading of torture.

Besides the older man oozed sex appeal, he could probably have any one he wanted with a select phrase with that voice of his. How could Harry ever even begin to compete with… well anyone who had progressed further than a quick kiss. He could just see the sneer and the scorn in the man's dark eyes if he found out.

What Harry feared most of all was rejection.

Severus squirmed under Madam Pomfrey's cold hands. Oh, she was never Poppy when she poked and prodded him, she was all business, a thorough and efficient nurse.

"You're free to go." It sounded like the end of a jail sentence and Severus smiled as he pulled one of Potter's shirts over his head. Waiting for the follow up. "But be sure to take it easy, rest if you feel tired and don't strain yourself."

"Of course Poppy." He toned in the voice that he knew would aggravate her.

"Get out of here." She waved him off good naturedly, and he slipped out of the hospital wing. He was just in time for lunch, having spent the morning testing the extent of Potter's wandless magic and speaking with the headmaster. Getting closer to the Great Hall he noticed the steady rise of noise, the excitement reverberating in the air, he could feel it, the hum of students as they waited for the holidays to start.

Stepping into the Hall he couldn't help but smile, many held that same frantic air of last minute packers he had always had, while others sat calmly watching in superiority, those who were organized, had checked and double checked already that everything was ready.

He slid into the seat beside Hermione, who was watching Ginny with amusement as she fussed over her boyfriend.

"I told you to pack last night." The girl had the look of Molly Weasley, Snape knew that being on the receiving end of that glare was a frightening place to be.

"I know." The boy whined, not meeting his girlfriends eyes. He played with the hem of his shirt. "But the guys wanted to spend the last night together, you know. I didn't have time."

"Don't give me that. I thought we could spend these last days together, but you are going up to your dorm straight after lunch to pack. We might still be able to catch tomorrow together, if I'm not to busy spending the last day together with the girls" She snorted and Seamus took the beating with nothing more than a nod of his head. Nobody messed with a female Weasley.

"Feeling better?" The now familiar voice to his side asked and Severus nodded, picking at the food on his plate.

"Much." Nibbling on a piece of potato he felt the gaze of the bushy haired girl on him. He merely raised a questioning eyebrow.

"How do you think Snape took it?" Severus shrugged, unsure how to answer the question hidden behind the innocent simplicity. How had Snape taken the information he had received? He still wasn't sure what to make of this Crusader organisation.

"In trouble again Harry?" Seamus asked, sympathy in his voice, interpreting the question the way Hermione had purposefully phrased it. "We missed you last night."

"Was in the hospital wing." He answered around a mouthful of potato, that didn't seem to want to pass his throat. He forced himself to swallow, followed by half a cup of water. It sat uneasily in his stomach and the rest of lunch was passed by with him concentrating on eating, while others talked around him.

"I have to check a few things in the library, I'll catch up with you later." The girl whispered in his ear, apparently pleased with what he had eaten. He nodded, determined to eat the piece of toast he had picked up for himself, not noticing the glance the girl shot at him and the man who had just entered the Great Hall.

Harry swallowed the sigh of boredom, trying to fight the urge to stretch the kink in his neck as he watched two students silently scrub the last of the cauldrons clean. He'd found them teasing a young girl behind the fawn fountain and had set them to work.

He had no idea what Snape usually did during these last two days of school, but if he spent them like this no wonder the man was always avoided at all costs just before the holidays. The boredom was just about to send Harry around the bend, and the chair he had thought comfortable two hours ago was definitely trying to remould his spine.

He couldn't let his mind wander because he knew it would stray to subjects he didn't want to examine too closely during the light of day. He'd ignored his thoughts as thoroughly as he avoided Snape and all mentions of the man. It was however practically an impossibility when he possessed the man's body and was forced to play the part. It also didn't help that every time he looked at his pale hands he saw the way the potion stained finger pads played along strong thighs.

He had been forced to shake himself out of those thoughts too often, glancing guiltily around him in case anyone had read the truth from his face. He was terrified that he'd reveal too much if he came face to face with the potion's master, and so he had stayed away from the hospital wing.

He had tried to distract his mind by marking essays, but he couldn't mark any more of them as only the older years were left, and he had had trouble just trying to work through the essays from his year. Those above his level had described potions and effects he had no idea about and when he had glanced at a potions book he had found in the man's desk, the explanations and diagrams meant less to him than pictures found in tea leaves.

In his desperation he had resorted to going through the man's pockets, finding nothing except the parchment of bloody handwriting he had confiscated from the Defence Against Dark Arts professor. He'd put it back into the deep folds of the robe with the intention of asking the man later about it, before his mind supplied him with the reminder that he was to avoid the man at all costs.

Sinking back into boredom he returned to watching the boys clean.

He was definitely going to find something else to do for the remainder of the day.

By the time the last of the cauldrons was cleaned and the boys had escaped with a few deducted points Harry rose gratefully from the chair, enjoyed the way the man's spine cracked as he stretched and headed toward the Great Hall for lunch.

Halfway through the unappetizing piece of bread, Severus looked up, to find dark eyes watching him. As soon as their gaze met, the onyx eyes looked down, a troubled look flushing across pale features. Severus frowned as Potter pretended to ignore him, avoiding his gaze, tense and agitated. Had something happened that he didn't know about? Had the Dark Lord called? Had he been confronted by the toad? By the ministry? Maybe that was why the headmaster was absent.

Harry stared at his plate, feeling the flush spread across his cheeks. He hoped no one noticed as he tried to swallow his food. He shouldn't have let his eyes wander over the Gryffindor table, he should've know that Madam Pomfrey would let the man out from the hospital wing today. And he definitely should've known not to watch the man in his body struggle with his food, hadn't Snape always know when he watched him? Hadn't the man always had that uncanny sense to look up exactly the same time that Harry lay eyes on him?

He escaped from the Great Hall as fast as he could without rasing suspicion.

It was too hard to even look at the man.

Brushing off the boys reaction as just another of his new peculiarities, Severus swallowed the last of the toast with difficulty. He left his half eaten meal to be magically cleared away, a little worried about the amount of food the boy's body could handle. It couldn't have been healthy.

Setting a steady pace towards their rooms, he made a decision that he would confront Potter about everything the boy had been hiding, he had questions he needed answering if he was to be stuck in this body for the first few weeks of summer. And he needed to tell the boy about their summer living arrangements. He was sure the boy would be thrilled to know he would be forced to spend half his summer with his greasy potions master.

"I'm warning you Weasley." The growl was familiar, and Severus detected a sliver of fear that no one else would have recognised.

"What are you planning to do Death Eater?"

"Yeah, you think your so good." A second voice, nasally.

"You're nothing without your Bid Bad Daddy." A third laughed.

"Stay away from Granger, Death Eater scum." Weasley's threat was answered by a taunt.

"Is wittle Weasley jealous? Can't even live up to the standard of scum." Words twisted to fire back at the other boy. "You're nothing but a pawn to be used and thrown away. Don't believe you'll ever be anything else."

"You piece of-"

Severus was around the corner, wand out and ready by the time the first curse was aired. He didn't have time to be surprised by the fact there were seven against one, or that Draco was holding them off.

"Expelliramus!" His voice echoed off the walls and two of the boys flew backwards, hitting the walls as their wands flew in the opposite direction. They were all cloaked, and Severus was surprised by the efficiency and effectiveness of the outfit's they wore, he couldn't recognise any defining features, even their heights seemed to waver. The voices were the only defining feature, and even they weren't distinct, he only recognised Weasley's from the previous conversation.

He dodged a curse, felt the air leave his lungs as another curse hit him in the chest and he muttered the counter curse under his breath, feeling the burning that had started in his lungs ebb. These weren't school yard pranks.

"Khorde torquere." Flicking his wand, he muttered the charm just low enough so those battling wouldn't hear the ancient spell they would probably never happen to hear in their life times. The five still standing fell beside the other two, their movement constricted by the binding spell. This was only the mild version, where the magical binds would only sting slightly if they struggled.

It was ancient Greek and Latin, a magic deemed dark due to the verifying degrees it could be used. Each spells strength was controlled by the caster, it wasn't like the weaker magic taught these days where each spell cut the strength into layers. A stronger version of the same spell had a different pronunciation, a different wand movement, while this older magic needed only the intention and the will.

Khorde torquere was a simple binding spell at its most innocent stage, but being both the derivative of the English words for torture and torment, where the old words for entrails and gut was formed, this curse could work from the outside in, or from the inside out, tearing a person slowly into pieces by their own doing, their own struggle against the growing consuming agony, causing greater pain than a Crucio could ever begin to imitate.

Ancient magic was dark, if the intent was so.

Severus had always loved the charm of ancient words, the stories and histories behind language, behind curses and charms. His brother had been a great study of the ancients, and he had passed his love and knowledge of the subject onto Severus. Potions was a great example, a craft which had changed very little from past years, only with newer revelations, the basics were still the same, even many potions had remained unchanged.

"What do you think you were doing?" Severus felt the words slide out between his teeth, a dangerous low hiss. He could feel his jaw ache as he clenched his teeth. How dare they try and hurt his Godson.

The boys struggling on the floor didn't answer, and Severus nudged the one he thought was the red head, a little harder than he probably should've as the boy grunted in pain.

"You better watch yourself Potter, wouldn't want to ruin your image hanging around with Death Eater scum. But I guess you already have, traitor. Don't think your welcome back in the Gryffindor tower."

"Mature Weasley, do you think you can stop me from entering my own dorm room? Why don't you take heed of your own advice and watch yourself, then you might not trip over your own feet."

"You've changed for the worse Harry." The boy growled from the floor and Severus only smirked at the boy, nudging him again with his foot.

"It's Potter."

Severus uncurled his fists, as he turned away from the boy. His feet guiding him toward the headmasters office. This had to be dealt with now.

"Potter!" The voice called out from behind him. "Harry, wait."

Severus glanced over his shoulder at the blonde who had followed him.

"Are you just going to leave them there?" Draco motioned back over his shoulder where the five boys had been left still bound.

"Why not?" Severus snorted. "Their little minions will help them out." He could feel the tenseness from the attack still pinch his shoulders. He frowned, he really should've thought about it before using such magic, muttering a quick reversal under his breath he felt the magic flow from him, but the tenseness remained. He hated problems like this.

His Godson had been attacked, ganged up on by seven assailants, who he didn't even now if all were Gryffindors. He had used ancient magic which Potter shouldn't have even heard of, a mistake he shouldn't have let slip so casually, especially if this anonymous group leader looked more thoroughly into the boys failed attack. He could feel a steady ache grow behind his eyes.

"WhistlePop." He frowned at the Gargoyle, as it spun out of view.

"Are you feeling all right Potter?" The blonde at his elbow asked and Severus snorted.

"Just dandy thanks." The blonde didn't have time to reply to the sarcastic answer before the headmasters door swung open to an empty room.

"He isn't here."

"I can see that Dra- Malfoy." Severus spat as his eyes swept the room looking for clues as to where the old man could be.

The blonde glanced at him, an eyebrow raised.

"You are definitely spending too much time with Professor Snape."

Severus merely frowned, ignoring the boy. A burst of flame appeared above them and the blonde jumped.

"I need to see the headmaster. Now." He spoke to the bird and with a whistle and a pop the feathered creature had disappeared.

They had only to wait a few moments before the fire place burst into life and the old man stepped out of it, brushing down his immaculate robes, as if there was soot in the creases.

"You called for me Se-Harry." Severus saw the questioning glint in the blue eyes, as they twinkled at the blonde boy.

"I want Weasley expelled." Severus ignored the choke of the blonde beside him, as he tried to stare down the headmaster.

"You know I can't do that." The blue eyed man frowned at Severus and he felt frustration and agitation flow through him. Why was his wishes never granted? Here was a perfect reason, the boy had attacked his Godson using dangerous spells, he had been causing problems for a few months now. "You're being too hasty Harry." There was a greater emphasis on his name and Severus knew the older man was trying to stop him from revealing too much in front of the blonde.

"Then what's his punishment? He can't get off scott free."

"If I remember correctly Mr Weasley has a number of detentions with Mr Filch to carry out. I'm sure they will remain sufficient for now."

"What?" There was a dangerous low in his voice as he felt his eyes narrow. This was not fair, his Slytherin's always bore the brunt of house rivalry, and if this organisation was indeed called the 'Crusaders' and they had attacked many others, he finally had the proof that Weasley had been the one to instigate many of the attacks. The boy should be punished, should be stopped.

He rubbed his forehead, as the scar throbbed in time with his growing frustration.

"It's almost the holidays, why don't you boys go enjoy the rest of your days here."

"But sir-"

"I have important business to attend to, had I know it was only a small matter such as this Harry, I wouldn't have seen it fit to come, house rivalry will always be present in this school. Mr Malfoy is in perfect health thanks to you, and there has been no one injured, or property lost." Fawkes burst into the room and then burst back out again before Severus could protest. "I'm needed back. Try to stay out of trouble." Severus blinked and the man disappeared back into the flames.

"I can't believe it."

"Come on Potter, it's not like it hasn't happened before." Severus winced at the memories that flickered through his mind, yes it definitely had happened too often on previous occasions.

"But the Crusaders…"

"The old man doesn't know about them, and if he does, he isn't worried about it. Come one, let's get back, this place doesn't feel right without the crack pot." The term was said with abstract fondness.

Severus glanced at the previous Headmasters all watching them in eerie silence. Draco was right, this place did feel off without the man's presence.

They left the room and Severus frowned, so Draco had already given up on the headmasters help. He had been slighted so often that he no longer complained, but then the boy had been one to carp and whine when he had been younger. Severus had watched him grow into his Slytherin skin, he now hid his wounds without so much as a complaint, he had become self-sufficient and could help himself, he didn't ask for help. It was a flaw he knew many Slytherins possessed.

Severus couldn't help kicking the stone floor a little as he stalked from the headmasters office, the migraine that had started that morning protested to the swift walk, and he could hear Draco following him, but didn't slow down, even as he spun the corner and skilfully rounded the person who came from the opposite direction. He didn't even pause to see who it was.

A muffled cry stopped his swift walk.

"What are you doing in this part of the castle?" The low voice asked and Severus turned back to see Draco on the floor at the feet of the tall raven haired man he had once been. He hadn't even realised it had been Potter he had dodged, for some reason he felt he should've know who it was.

"Sorry sir."

"Answer the question."

"We were seeing the headmaster sir, about the Gryffindors." Draco had answered before Severus could say anything. He noticed Harry seemed to be paying most of his attention to Draco, avoiding looking at him, or maybe it was just his imagination.

The small voice in the back of his mind snickered. Maybe he was jealous.

"About the Crusaders." Severus added with a dry tone.

"Did I ask you Potter?" Dark eyes didn't hold his for long, and the glare withered away as the boy turned back to Draco, who had climbed to his feet. "What happened and what did the headmaster say?" Severus frowned as he was tuned from the conversation and the small voice popped up again. It wasn't his imagination, Potter was ignoring him. But why should it bother him?

"Is that so?" The rise in the voice cut through Severus' thoughts. "You have handle this incorrectly. Lion cubs are never disciplined by 'the King of the Jungle'. Follow." Black robes swept the stones as Severus watched the boy stalk the corridors, having perfected the walk, he, Severus Snape was most famous for.

An irritated twitch developed in the back of his mind. How did Potter think he could punish the boys when Severus had tried everything he could think of over the years. The loud knock on a familiar door answered his question.

"Minerva, may I come in?" The man had already pushed himself into the woman's office before she could answer.

"Sit." He command the two and Severus sat to see how this would all play out.

"You know I would not come to ask for your assistance if I didn't believe this was serious." The woman had barely time to nod, glancing at Draco and Severus who sat watching the raven haired man, before he ploughed on. "But I have been having reoccurring problems with a select number of students from your house." The woman turned to Severus and he felt himself shrink under her piercing gaze.

"What has Mr Potter done this time?" Severus saw Harry blink, before he realised the woman had mistaken his intentions.

"Surprisingly the boy is not at fault, this time." Severus almost breathed a sigh of relief as the glare was shifted from him. He hadn't know his college could hold such an intense look, no wonder his Slytherin's never misbehaved in her classes. "However it is another group of students who have maliciously ganged up and attacked individual Slytherins on a number of occasions. I would not come to you if these were mere school yard pranks, but as the headmaster does not see fit to acknowledge the seriousness of these attacks, I believed you had the right to know of the behaviour of your students."

"I see." There was a hard edge to the woman's voice and Severus watched in amazement as the boy in his body wrought a punishment on his own housemates, that he couldn't help feel proud of. The boy definitely lived up to the standard of the body he possessed and the small voice in the back of his mind cheered.

"I do hope I can trust you to look into it. These are the details of the attacks." Severus watched the other hand the woman a small scrap of paper, that she unrolled and read. A frown forming on her features.

"I don't wish to deal out punishments on the last days of school, however, this I will investigate. I shall deal with it." It was a dismissal and Severus had already risen with Draco, neither wanting to face a woman on a the warpath. The raven haired potion's professor was half way through ushering both of them out the door before the woman called him back.

"I do hope we can speak of less serious matters the next time you come visit Severus."

Severus bit his tongue as the boy nodded, pushing him and Draco out the door, the boy in his body almost bouncing with nervous energy. Severus could sense the way the boy sent him hidden glances, and he noticed Draco sense something as well.

"Why haven't you ever done that before?" The question caught him off guard and Harry glanced at the blonde who had aired his curiosity.

"I didn't believe I needed to. However it is an important lesson to learn, one must ask for assistance if one needs it. We can't always struggle through everything alone." Harry frowned, avoiding looking at Snape.

"Although some try to." The voice that had been his own, accused him with the simple statement. He noticed the blonde shoot a quick glance between them, an emotion passing across his face too fast for him to detect. Harry bit his tongue, his eyes quickly sweeping the shorter form, noticing the way the man held himself, the darker quality he lent the emerald eyes. He tore his gaze from the glare, his mind firing memories, images and past fantasies at him, faster than he could stop them.

He shouldn't have admitted anything to himself. As if admitting he wanted the potions professor cold change anything? How could he have been so stupid? The small voice in the back of his mind protested, it had in fact lifted a great weight off his shoulders, and he did feel a lot better, though the guilt and self-reproach hung over him.

The silence had drawn on too long for Harry to reply without making it awkward, and he saw the way the words had jarred between them, how Draco noticed the way Severus Snape had not snapped at the golden boys obvious disrespect.

They reached the Great Hall in a thick silence, Harry could almost hear the gears in Malfoy's mind working over something, while the short boy beside him with his shock of black hair and emerald eyes sent him searching looks which Harry tried desperately to ignore. The three splitting their ways but the silence followed all of them.

Severus was struggling halfway through his evening meal when Minerva descended on the Gryffindor table, whisking away five boys and a girl from their meals. Watching them as they were dragged from the hall his gaze descended on Hermione and Draco, who stood casually at the doorway of the Great Hall, others had noticed them as well, and were staring as if they had never seen two people before.

To their credit neither were taking any notice of the stares, however Severus felt suspicion flood his system as the two sent a hooded glance at both himself and the man sitting at the Head table, before leaving the Great Hall deep in discussion.

Leaving the uneaten food to congeal Severus put his best spying skills to use and followed the two out of the hall, along a short but confusing path to an abandoned classroom somewhere on the second floor.

Severus frowned, if they had somehow figured out that he and Potter weren't exactly themselves at the moment he would have to stop the information from spreading, and that would mean either confronting the two, or being forced to use something a little more drastic, maybe even a memory altering spell.

"Didn't I tell you?" The girls voice seemed almost reverberate, as they stepped into the classroom, Severus could feel the silencing wards spring up around him. "Did you see the look they shared?"

"You only told me about Potter, you never mentioned anything about Professor Snape as well."

"But they're both so different. Isn't it obvious!" Severus felt panic slice through him. So they had figured it out.

"They've both been stressed lately, spending a lot of time together. So they've picked up a few of each others mannerisms, it doesn't mean anything." The blonde didn't seem convinced and Severus sighed in relief, so he would only have to alter the girls memory.

"Come on Draco! It isn't as if there aren't any signs, you can't ignore the evidence right before your eyes. You know both of them have been acting different, not just Harry."

"I still find it hard to believe. My Godfather wouldn't hide something like that from me." Severus felt guilt shift through him, he did feel like he was betraying his Godson playing this game with him. But he had told himself this act, this lie was just many he was forced into, to protect the boy.

"So I'm not so sure about Snape, but that's why I need you to try and wheedle it out of him."

"What makes you so sure about Potter?" The boy asked and Severus frowned, he was also a little curious about the girls confidence in that regard.

"He told me himself."

Severus felt his jaw drop. So the brat hadn't been able to keep this mess to himself! He felt irritation and a small sense of betrayal flicker through him. He was going to go have to deal with that boy. Didn't he realise how dangerous this situation was? How many people he could endanger by spreading the information. With each new revelation came the increased likely hood of being found out, of the dark lord figuring out this play.

He had spun and stalked off to go find the raven haired man before he could hear the way Draco's voice pitched and bounced in astonishment along the stone walls of the abandoned classroom.

"Potter Admitted He Fancies Snape!"

"Shhh. Not so loud."

The girl's tone cunning.

"Besides, you're going to help me get them together."

A/N: Beloved cliffhangers.

Severus and Harry are finally going to come face to face, confront some issues. We found out what Hermione's been suspicious about, Dumbledore is on important business, a student organisation has been thrown into the works and the holidays are looming ever closer.

A perfect place to leave this for a while.

Plus I've started a smaller, lighter fic, Sweet Tooth. A Harry Potter crossover. It won't come before this, and so won't be update as often. It's SS/HP if anyone is interested.