The Carrows appeared before a large, abandoned house. The windows were broken, windows were torn, and the paint had faded away into a grey, patchy colour. You could hardly tell it had once been white.

Getting past the wards around it, all that changed. Though it didn't have the grandeur it must have had in its prime, the house still looked pleasing to the eye. If only what lay inside were as pleasant.

As the siblings got closer to the door, it opened for them, to reveal Greyback smirking maliciously at them. "Well, I take it you failed." He said admiring the lack of celebration they portrayed.

"He threw himself off the tower and Snape caught him before he fell." Alecto said angrily. Stepping inside, five other deatheaters were sitting in the kitchen, awaiting their return.

"He trusted Snape that much, huh?" Greyback said with a smirk. Everyone turned to him, it seemed that he was the one who had taken the lead on this vendetta. "The two little soulmates have bonded." He said mockingly. "Nothing more to expect from two half-breeds…"

The others scoffed or laughed. All of them looked gaunt and tired, their loss of hope and stay in prison having put a drag on their bodies.

"I already said their plan wouldn't work, we need to capture Potter alive." Rodolphus Lestrange said, sitting patiently as he thought of what to do. "I want to hear Potter scream… I want his blood to stain these floors but I want his heart still pumping until eventually he breaks… and then send him back broken." He hissed.

"Mmh… I do like your idea Rodolphus… though my vendetta is more against Snape than anything else, seeing as how much he protected Potter, and now turns out they're soulmates… well… let's just say we'll both get what we want just by capturing Potter." He said smirking sadistically.

"So what is your plan Greyback?" Another deatheater asked eagerly, though he had been from outside the inner circle and hence more eager to follow a leader than Rodolphus or the Carrows were.

"Kidnap Potter… imprison him in this house, and have our fun with him. You mentioned no one knows of this location, didn't you Rodolphus?" Greyback questioned. Rodolphus nodded.

"It was a common muggle home until recently, but it was never registered with the ministry, not to mention the wards are so thick that Potter would have as much trouble getting out than anyone getting in." He smirked, giving a shudder, seemingly picturing the many tortures he would administer.

"Then it's settled."

-o-O-o-

"Potter! What part of don't go anywhere unsupervised was so hard to understand?" Snape called as the other walked angrily away from him.

"I'm going to find my friends, sir." Harry said calmly, his tone of voice portraying a completely opposite mood than his walk. Snape caught up to him, grabbing him by his arm and turning him around.

"What is it, Potter? Do you actually want to get captured? Is that it?" Snape spoke softly, but the anger was dripping from every syllable. Harry felt warmth spread from the other's hand onto him, making him shudder as he looked up at the other.

Shocked Snape let go of him, clenching his hand into a fist to try and stop the sensation going up and making his heart race slightly.

Realising what he'd done Harry blushed darkly and looked away. "I don't want to be captured." He settled for just answering the other's question.

"Do you have any idea what seeing you falling to your death almost did to me?" Snape continued, "Falling like Albus did. Except you had a wand when he didn't, but you didn't know how to fly. Something that will have to be remedied." He said.

Harry tried to control his racing heart as he tried to muster the courage to ask the other about the mirror's revelation once more. "Professor…" Harry whispered. "Are you sure you don't…"

Snape was taken back, realising what the other was about to ask, legillimence aiding him in confirmation and tried to remain casual. He needed to exterminate that line of thought. "The only person," He started looking down at him. "I ever loved or ever will love was your mother. I am not about to engage in a silly little relationship with someone barely out of puberty." Snape said walking ahead.

That stung. Harry rubbed his chest where this time it was his own sadness that plagued him. Snape stopped touching his own chest. "So I'm not worth even giving a chance?" Harry countered.

"Leave it Potter." He growled.

"No, tell me! Because according to everyone else you're supposed to be the only one I can ever be happy with! Does that mean I'm doomed to grow and die alone?" He asked.

"Do not be melodramatic Potter, you have always had someone beside you to point you in the right direction!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah! And in case it hasn't registered, or in case you blocked the trauma, that person was you most of the time!" Harry yelled.

"You are Lily's son! Nothing more!" Harry flinched. He felt a sting in his eyes. He would not cry in front of him.

"W-well fine! Who would want you anyway…" Harry mumbled keeping his head lowered as he passed by him, cursing that his voice broke slightly.

Snape clenched his jaw trying to calm down and ignore the throbbing pain in his chest, he felt the other emitting. Was he guilty for telling the boy that? No, why would he feel like that. This is how it was meant to be. He and Potter in a relationship? Ridiculous to even consider. The boy seemed quite taken by the idea though. Snape hoped the boy would come to his senses soon enough.

He watched as Potter went to his friends, who worried and fussed over him. He went straight to his own chair, not looking at the boy, though he never stopped feeling the clench in his chest. Feeling something in his robes he removed the other's Potions essay and unrolled it to take a look, having forgotten it was there.

Reading through it once he narrowed his eyes. He definitely got help from Hermione. He put it away looking at the Gryffindor table where Harry was laughing and Snape felt the throb in his chest turn into warmth.

Maybe he would let him enjoy his Sunday. He did just fall off the astronomy tower after all.

He cursed himself as his heart started racing at the memory. He kept it out of his mind and started eating.