Snape spotted Ginny coming out from lunch early. She was currently reading a letter. From the colour of the parchment and the colour of the seal he could tell it was sent from London. Her smile told him it was probably from Longbottom.

"Miss Weasley, did Potter go to lunch?" He asked, causing her to look up in surprise not having expected to hear anyone.

"Um…" Severus resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the eloquent answer. "No professor. Well, I thought I saw him pass by, but he didn't come to eat." Severus nodded accepting her reply.

"Which direction was he going in?"

"Oh, well, I thought I saw him going to his room." She replied with a look on her face that told him that she was attempting to decode exactly what had happened. Without giving her an explanation, he turned around and walked back to their quarters hoping Harry was indeed in the room.

Reaching the bricked up Archway, he tapped the necessary bricks and just like in Diagon Alley, the door opened, allowing him entrance.

He found the other in his side of the room, under the covers of his bed holding his pillow against his chest. The guilt that he had been trying to suppress rose to the surface. He approached the bed, wondering how he was to go about this. In his experience apologising to someone he cared for rarely gained him forgiveness.

"Potter," he started but the young man interrupted him.

"Don't talk to me!" He snapped and pulled the covers over his head leaving only the top of his wild hair showing. Severus felt the corners of his mouth raising slightly as he looked at the other with fondness. He said that on the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He said. He heard Harry taking a little gasp. No doubt hearing him apologise twice in one year was a rare sight to behold. "But I didn't mean anything bad by it. I just sometimes forget how innocent he still are." Harry didn't take the covers off but at least he hadn't told him to go away again so he was taking that as a good sign. "I promise not to use legillimency on you again… I don't like it when you avoid eye contact with me." With those words he gently reached to pet his hair whilst his other hand, reached to pull the others covers off enough to expose the others face.

Harry didn't look at him, his cheeks red from embarrassment. "You laughed." He mumbled. Snape chuckled softly and made him turn to look at him.

"And I'm sorry." He said, leaning down to kiss him again. "Don't ignore me again." He said gently, going in for another kiss. One hand held Harry's chin in place, whilst the other helped Snape remain propped up, supporting his weight over the boy. He managed to get the other to smile and he knew he was forgiven even if as he pulled away he didn't see any evidence of it. In fact the other was glaring at him.

"You didn't have to laugh." he said. Snape reached forward gently moving the other's fringe away from his face before using the same hand to cup his cheek.

"You surprised me, I thought it was maybe something I did." Snape said Harry was still pouting but nodded.

"Alright, fine." He said gently and propped himself up to kiss him again. "You swear you won't use legillimency on me again?"

"I promise." Harry blushed, realising the intense way the other was looking at him, and how close the other was. He had to look to the side unable to maintain his gaze. Then in that sultry tone, he spoke against his ear. "Look at me."

Harry was almost afraid to, not knowing if he would be able to reject Snape should he decide to make his dream into reality. "Professor, I…"

"What did I say you could call me in private, Potter?" He asked, kissing his neck softly just beneath his ear. Harry squirmed in his arms slightly.

"Then, you should call me Harry, Severus." he whispered, knowing that he was incapable of speaking any louder at this moment. Severus smirked and was about to lean in to kiss him, when a look of realisation filled Harry's eyes and he suddenly turned to look at him without warning, slamming against the potions master causing both of them to pull away from each other holding their injured faces.

"Potter!"

"Ow… Sorry!" Harry winced as he rubbed his injured cheekbone. "But it was you wasn't it?"

"Me what, Potter?" He grumbled. Harry pressed his lips together try not to laugh at their situation.

"Well, you were the one who used 'levicorpus' on Viktor weren't you?" He said. Harry looked horrified for a second. "Oh God, I left him hanging there! I have to go get him down." He said moving his sheets as if to get up.

Yet again, Krum ruins the mood. Snape placed an arm around Harry's waist and pulled him back down.

"Just leave him there." Snape said. Harry chuckled.

"I am not leaving him there." He said struggling against the others hold, whilst the other seemed unfazed by his movements. "I cannot believe how… Jealous you can get." He said.

"Well…" Harry was frozen in place by the look the other gave him. "You are mine, aren't you?" That did it, Harry pulled the covers over his head before the other could see his embarrassed expression. Snape smirked, unable to believe how comfortable he was getting with this whole situation.

'Forgive me, Lily.' He thought to himself trying to pull the other's covers back off again. Harry keeping himself hidden underneath. 'But it seems… That my heart is letting you go.' He leaned in.

"Harry… Look at me." He slowly managed to pull down the covers enough to expose the other's face. He leaned in and kissed him once more.

-o-O-o-

"I am losing my patience Lestrange." Greyback hissed. He was not a happy puppy. The full moon was coming up and he still didn't have Potter at his disposal.

"Patience, Greyback, not long now." He said, bringing the fine china cup to his lips sipping the hot herbal infusion.

Before Greyback could reply Yaxley walked in, looking excited, with an intricate golden casket in his hands. It bore the crest of the Black family. Lestrange put his cup down and waved the other over with a sinister smile.

"Just in time Yaxley. Greyback here was getting restless." he took the casket and the deatheaters came over to see just what was contained inside. Dipping his fingers into the casket he pulled out a golden signet ring also bearing the crest of the house of Black. "My good friends, do any of you know what this is?" Neither of them knew. "Well, the Black family didn't always burn the black sheep in their family tree." As he spoke he turned a ring around trying to memorise every intricate detail that was carved into it.

"Whatever Lestrange, what's it for?" Greyback asked. Lestrange rolled his eyes at the other and turned to Yaxley once more. He extended his hand and Yaxley, as if knowing what he was asking for, extended him a smaller wooden box.

Lestrange looked at it and smirked. "My dear wife always was meticulous when it came to those she didn't trust." He turned to Amycus Carrow and handed him the box. "Finish the polyjuice potion." He ordered. The Carrow brother turned and went to the kitchen had also become a makeshift potions lab.

Greyback growled and threw the chair closest to him across the room where it shattered against the wall. "Are you ever going to tell us your plan, Lestrange?" He hissed.

"I can't tell you all of it, you'd want to go yourself and from the way you talk about your plan for Potter, I very much doubt that you would be able to restrain yourself in order to capture him effectively." It was obvious Greyback was about to kill the closest thing to him so Lestrange continued.

"Harry Potter has a skill with wandless magic, he may not have much control over it, but it's obvious that he is powerful. This Ring," he said raising the ring that was held between his thumb and forefinger. "Holds a powerful curse that seals a wizard's powers, with or without a wand. It's very ancient, very dark magic. I will go get him. I will put the ring on him and bring him here." Greyback and the rest seemed to like this plan very much, as they smirked and realised that Potter was only hours, maybe days, tops, from being in their hands.

"Only I would be able to remove the ring." The widower said and stood when Carrow brought him the potion. He rose the cup in a toast and at their cheer he gulped it down. Seconds later he morphed into a familiar face, Harry Potter's beloved soulmate and most trusted person.

The deatheaters laughed maliciously as Lestrange, now Snape, put the ring back in its casket and walked out of the house, apparating to the magical school, whose location they had all figured out from simply reading the Daily Prophet's coverage of the Triwizard's Tournament.