A5mia: Severus still has some truths yet to confront, and many more fears yet to deal with. He will gladly put aside his fears to tend to another, especially if he considers that person someone he deeply cares for. Dawn has learned to accept Severus' bitterness and acknowledge that there are some things you just cannot change. Maybe she finds Roman noses appealing HEHE!

PearlM21: Aww, that's nice of you to say – I am taking great care of how things fall together, even if it takes a little more time to do so.

BlueWater5: Thank you! I really enjoy writing alternative POVs. Lily is a part of his history that he still needs to come to terms with.

Author's Note: Upcoming, non-graphic intimate sex scene in the first segment. And also, apologies for the extremely slow updates. I haven't been writing much in the past month, mainly due to a lot of current personal grievances and stressors preventing me from being able to focus on it.

Also, I am SO excited to share this chapter with you! It contains one of my favorite scenes I've written in this story so far.

"You. I see you for all that you are. Skin. Bones. Unfulfilled wishes. Starving of passion. Loneliness. I know how empty you must feel, how lost you are. It's okay because I feel just as heavy and just as tired. I see right through the mask you wear every day. Write your story on me. I want to read you until the sun comes up."

– Johnny Nguyen

CHAPTER 35: Slow Burn

May 10th, 2003

[Harry Potter]

Saturday quickly rolled around and as soon as the sun rose that morning, Harry made his way back home to Godric's Hollow to visit Ginny and Teddy.

He didn't always venture there every week, but he tried his best to visit even for a few hours over the weekend. It made the weeks all the easier to bear, knowing he'd be seeing his family at the end of it, welcoming him once again. His heart felt content the moment he stepped into the threshold of his home. It was as if he never left and yet he knew that although the physical distance was great, he was lucky to have the quick means to travel and visit.

Magic made his busy life so much easier and that set his worries at ease and working away from his family wasn't all as difficult as he thought it would be.

Harry lay on the sofa that afternoon after they had their fill of lunch made by Ginny – she's had plenty of recent practice in her magical culinary skills enough to make Molly proud – with his wife curled up against his chest. Teddy lay on the rug, with colored pens and crayons littered across the floor. Pages of colored artwork lay in bundles at the child's side. He was getting bigger and his artwork improving. Knowing he wasn't spending every single day with them; he was now noticing how quickly Teddy was growing.

He heard Ginny hum joyfully at his side, "It's really good to see you doing so much better."

Harry's fingers danced circles upon her shoulder as he held her, "In what way?"

"As in, mind-wise, " Ginny's hand rested upon his chest, "You're not zoning out as you used to, and your memory is finally working in your favor."

He smiled, realising that he really did feel different, "Yeah, I suppose so. I don't feel as foggy as I was before. I can actually think clearer, now. Severus has been helping me a lot with that."

"How has he been settling in?"

He paused for a moment, "It took him a while to find his feet. It was really difficult for him for a while, but I think…I think he'll be okay. Change isn't easy for him."

Ginny's chin nuzzled at his neck and Harry's skin rippled, "I'm glad to hear of the news. I was getting worried about him. Give him more time and he'll be glad he came back..."

Without so much as a thought and with a sudden swell of his heart, he gathered his wife tighter in his arms and squeezed her familiar body against his. He missed her so much and the time away made him long for her touch even more. He planted several satisfied kisses upon her forehead, feeling Ginny sigh wistfully under her breath. "I love you so much, Ginny. You've been nothing but supportive of me and I honestly couldn't have gotten this far without you."

Ginny's nose nuzzled against him, soon planting a single soft kiss upon his lips, "I love you too, Harry. I always will. Besides, someone has to keep you in line."

Harry chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again, this time much more passionately and deeply. His tongue weaved circles across her lips, "Really, now?" Now Harry felt cheeky. His eyes glanced quickly to Teddy, who was too engrossed in his artwork to notice his godparents in their long-awaiting intimacy. His hands slowly made their way to her breast and Ginny murmured breathlessly in pleasure at his touch.

It drove him crazy in longing.

Eventually, the heated pair took themselves into their bedroom, with Teddy still blissfully unaware on the sitting room floor engrossed in his own little world. And barely moments after the Potters shut their door, clothes peeled effortlessly from each, both aroused by the sound of their hungry breaths upon the other's skin. A passionate dance so far rehearsed, feeling the way across their bodies as if it were unfamiliar ground. Exploring each curvature, each depth of their skin, moaning to the beat of their own hearts until finally, euphoric bliss erupted between them.

They lay together, still panting feverishly. Their warm bodies plastered together and feeling the racing hearts of one another until they subsided in calming reprieve. Still tangled up in each other, they talked for what felt like hours, catching up on lost time. His love for Ginny, despite the distance, grew stronger. Every time they saw each other again, he wanted her even more than the last. At first, he was worried about how their relationship would fare given his new career. But this was a test of how much they were willing to withstand and yet it only proved their love much stronger.

Ginny herself had taken up a new job as a Quidditch reporter in the Daily Prophet, writing articles and updates on the happenings of the World Quidditch League. He knew she had longed to play again, but she had received an offer that would at least keep her Quidditch career going even if it was in a different way. But she enjoyed it still and at least allowed her time to be with Teddy.

When Harry returned to Hogwarts the following day, his goal was to seek out Neville. The idea of asking him if he'd be willing to follow with Severus' proposal had been fresh on his mind since the discussion. He had mixed feelings about it, and in all his honesty, he wasn't sure how Neville would take it.

Did it seem cruel? A small measure of guilt crept up on Harry but weighing up the possible options, Severus had spent years perfecting it. He knew Severus wasn't about to give someone a personal concoction of his if he wasn't confident in its effects. He wouldn't trust this task to anyone else and if this worked, there was a possibility the minds of the Longbottoms could be saved.

…Decades later.

After hours of searching, he managed to find Neville in the staff room, rearranging a fresh bouquet of soft pink peonies for the table in an ornate marble vase.

Upon Harry's appearance, Neville turned to greet him with a toothy smile, "Hey Harry!"

"Neville, " Harry admired the flowers, with its pink hue warming the already dull-looking room, "I was wondering who was leaving flowers scattered around. They look great."

Neville wore a proud grin, straightening his patched, brown robes as he stood tall, "Hagrid gave me permission to pick them, and I figured they'd look good here. It'll liven up the place a little, at least. Pomona has already asked me to help set up wreath displays for the end-of-year ball."

That had already slipped his mind, given it was a little over a month away, "Blimey, I forgot about that."

"I'm glad it's happening, " Neville planted his hands within his robe pockets, "Gives us all a chance to wind down a bit. It's been a hectic year. Ginny and Ted coming along?"

"Oh yeah, she'll be there. We're still debating on Teddy. Ginny seems to think we should just keep him at Molly's, " Harry shrugged, not caring too much about the ball. He wasn't sure how keen he was about the idea of it when Minerva announced it, although he knew why she suggested it would be necessary. House unity. Sure, it seemed easier said than done, but perhaps Neville was right. It might give people a chance to wind down a little, even for a few hours. To leave all troubles away and enjoy the moments as it happened.

Harry took one hard look at Neville and slid himself slowly into the closest chair. He figured this would be a good opportunity as ever, even though he really had no idea how to approach this. His hands folded tightly on the table in front of him, and leaned over heavily, "Neville, I have a request. Well, it's not from me…It's Severus."

Frowning, Neville took the adjacent chair beside him, "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he's fine, " He nodded, swallowing hard, "There was something he wanted to ask you, but he was, well…hesitant in doing so."

"Severus nervous to ask me something? Well, that's a first, " Neville chuckled, but as soon he noticed the seriousness in Harry's gaze, his grin melted away, "No, seriously, is everything alright?"

Harry bit his lip, figuring he'd have to start somewhere, "He's been working on something for the last few years and it's something that could possibly be life-changing if it's at all successful. It's been a project that has caused him a bit of grief, but he's almost close to finishing it."

"Well, no doubt it would be brilliant. I can't ever imagine him failing anything as such, " Neville tilted his head rather curiously, "But what does this have to do with me?"

"He's…He's brewing a memory potion. It uncovers lost memories. But he needs a test subject."

"My memories? I can't even remember to put on socks half the time, so I doubt I'll be the right person for that."

"No, Neville…Your parents, " Harry said, finally, feeling a small bit of tension settle within his chest, "It was my idea."

Neville froze, with his jaw hanging open. His eyes fleeted, coming to terms with what was proposed. He had never seen him look so shocked before as if he'd been scolded by Pomona herself. Eventually, Neville shook his head as if to clear the racing thoughts in his mind, "…He wants to test it on my parents?"

"I know this sounds bad, " Harry said quickly, "But Neville, what if this works? They might be able to gain something back…Parts of themselves that have since been lost."

"Harry, they lost their minds 21 years ago, " Neville said quietly, "What makes you think they can regain anything in this time?"

Harry sighed, and nodded slowly, "I know. It's a long shot. But I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't think there was any hope. I trust in Severus' abilities, and he's been testing it on himself in order to make it appropriate for someone else."

Neville remained silent for a moment, staring hard at Harry's serious gaze. He saw him nervously nibbling at his lower lip, with his eyes darting around the room for some ounce of courage. It wasn't an easy proposition, and in a way, it felt a little cruel.

But what more could the Longbottom's lose?

"I – " Neville swallowed hard, " – I think I will need some time to think about this."

"I'm sorry, Neville…"

"What for?" Neville's frown eased, "I think…It's just…The idea of a cure, finally, is a lot to consider. Especially after all this time."

Harry tried to offer a reassuring smile, but he wasn't sure if it showed as much as he assumed it did, "It's a lot to think about. To be honest, if they were my parents…I'd be willing to try anything. Severus was on board with the idea, but he felt strange asking you himself."

"I'll have a think about it, Harry – "

There was a knock on the doorframe, revealing Professor Rheingold, adorned in a dark red and silver-embellished Auror attire, "Sorry to interrupt - Mr. Longbottom, Pomona is looking for you. She's at greenhouse number three."

"Thanks, Dawn. I'll go right away," Neville turned to face Harry, crinkling his brows in deep thought, "Harry, I'll consider Severus' offer. It's just going to take some time to decide."

"Take as much time as you need, " Harry remained seated, as he watched his friend rise from his seat and departed the staff room without looking back.

It wasn't an easy proposition, but Harry could only anticipate it gave Neville a glimmer of hope for the wellbeing of his parents. To be able to offer a better quality of life for those who had lost their memories very tragically, was a difficult thing to fathom. Harry couldn't even begin to imagine Neville's position, knowing his parents were alive but did not know it. It would have been too devastating, and still, yet even after decades have passed. The Cruciatus was a horrible affliction and knowing this was how it would leave its victims at the mercy of it, would leave anyone horrified.

Harry realised that Dawn was still present and watched as she took the seat Neville had since vacated, "So, your first teaching year is almost at an end. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I guess. I can't believe we are almost done with it."

Dawn smiled warmly, "You've been a brilliant addition, and have since picked up the confidence you didn't have before. You've proven how well you can take a class without my assistance, so I have absolute confidence in you."

He felt his cheeks flushed, not used to the platitudes, especially coming from someone like Dawn, "You've taught me well."

The woman's gaze lingered upon Harry, causing him to feel slightly overthrown by the scrutiny. She leaned back in her chair and rested her hands neatly over her crossed legs, wearing a look of intrigue in the soft crevices of her face, "I couldn't help but hear you mention something Severus was working on."

"Oh, uh, it's a project that he's been focused on for the last few years. He had a difficult period of time where he had hit a wall with it, but since being here, he's been able to power through it."

"He's a man of many mysteries, " She responded, rather coolly.

A small chuckle escaped his lips, "Understatement of the year."

Dawn sighed softly, "I do worry about him, you know. I can see that he is still facing certain struggles."

"He is a difficult man to confront."

"Anything I should know?"

"Just…give him time. I know I keep saying that but being overbearing about it will do him more harm than good. He needs patience, " Harry paused to offer a small smile, "And I think you are doing just fine."

Dawn's smile faded and it seemed as if a light dulled behind her eyes, "It doesn't always feel like it."

"I know him and in the last few months, I've seen him change. In a good way. You've been helping him too, and it's showing. He trusts you."

The woman appeared relieved, exhaling strongly, "I hope so. It…It hurts to see him so…saddened, sometimes."

Harry nodded, completely understanding where she was coming from. He knew that feeling all too well, "Remember, a lot of what he had to endure in both Wars, he did completely alone. Now, accepting genuine people in his life takes a while for him to feel comfortable with."

"I sensed that."

"He may not show it, or say anything, but he'll appreciate the support. He just doesn't always admit he needs help, sometimes. Don't give up on him. I've been through the same with him after the War. It took a lot for us to learn to trust each other."

"I won't. I can't – " Dawn said exasperatingly, eventually closing her eyes briefly to pause, " - Turning my back on him goes against everything that I fight for. That is not who I am."

She then opened her eyes. Harry suddenly felt a strong wave of emotion overcome him unexpectedly, and he was able to usher the next words without him breaking, "…Thank you."

"He means a lot to you, I see, " Dawn's smile seemed to reassure him, and her empathy exuded through her demeanor, "I'll make sure I look out for him."

Harry felt a sense of relief, knowing he wasn't the only one concerned about Severus' wellbeing. Genuinely. And there was a strong sense of pride building within him knowing the support that was surrounding the wounded man, including that of Dawn, who seemed to understand his predicament with ease. He already knew Dawn had immense patience, but she was more than willing to help him, and to Harry, that meant more than words could express.

Severus was in a good place. And he was exactly where he needed to be. Healing wasn't always linear, and he knew he'd go through periods of decline before he would rise above it yet again. Harry was going through that, too. Moments where he felt completely happy and content, were suddenly disrupted by sudden periods of hopelessness and despair. His anxiety would rear its dangerous head at the most unexpected times, causing his heart to palpitate and his chest to constrict. Sometimes he would be halfway through teaching, and he would need to take a few minutes to regather his sense of self.

And he knew Severus was dealing with something similar. He could see at times when Severus was comfortable, most noticeably when he was with Dawn. But there were also times when he knew the past came back to haunt him again, causing the man sudden bursts of frustration and anger, hiding away from the world until he felt ready to face it again.

Severus had already come so far – Not only by giving up certain addictions but by shedding old ways and approaching things differently, such as his teaching. Already he had heard fewer students complain about him, and he could see the Slytherin's picking up the pace yet again. Some of the Slytherins he noticed before who looked lost and afraid, were regaining their own confidence and drive again. Perhaps Severus' presence was finally working for them, and even Cyrus Hastwell appeared to find his feet and feel a sense of safety now. Despite that bullying still going on, he now felt like he had people to turn to like Severus – His own Head of House.

Cyrus has mentioned to Harry how much Severus had been helping him, and Severus himself would express how much that child has overcome under his guidance. Harry could sense within the man a sense of jealousy that Cyrus was receiving the help he needs to push through the torment of certain Gryffindors. The support he only wished he had when he was his age, so Harry could see that he was trying to be better and give this child a chance where he did not.

That alone gave Harry a sense of pride. Severus knew what he had to do and shedding old habits was his most difficult. Realising that he has control over his own life now, has since given him a freedom he never had, and to be a version of himself not constrained by the biggest commanders of war.

Severus had changed in ways Harry could have only ever imagined, and even if the man didn't know it himself, Harry did. The man's drive and ambitions for the future showed clear as day when it was once void and non-existent.

There was hope – even for Severus Snape.

May 15th, 2003

[Severus Snape]

If it was one major downfall of Severus, it was his overthinking and the ability to make himself frustrated. He didn't know why he was having so such recent thoughts of Lily, but it was enough to drive him mad.

Why now?

Perhaps every moment with Dawn was almost a bitter celestial wake-up call on what a friend was supposed to be. Maybe it was the universe's message to him that he had someone else in his life now - one that wouldn't give up on him - who was willing to do everything within their power to support him and help him through the pain he knew deep down he couldn't deal with himself.

Something Lily could never do.

The more he pondered this realisation, the sadder and more dismal he felt. He didn't want to hurt Lily's memory, but it was the harsh truth. Bitterly.

Dawn is, what Lily could have been.

Should have been.

Even he hadn't said that unforgivable word.

It didn't do so well to ponder on what the past took from him, and he knew it. But somehow the past usually finds its way back to the present, haunting and malevolent, filling him with unrest until those ends were severed. Harsh reminders of a time that was unkind to him but reminded him of all things he did wrong and couldn't fix. But of course, given the strange trajectory of his life now, he knew that things have been changing. For better or worse. Severus didn't cope much with change and the idea of the same old routine of thoughts and feelings eased his calculative, overdriven mind.

But he needed something else. As much as the change around him – and even within him – was promising, he admitted he couldn't help but feel there was a void waiting to be filled.

And this…friendship.

Is that what it was? Is that what it felt like?

A genuine, honest friendship. One each could confide in the other, their exchanges so pristine it felt like he had known her for years. Their paths were never able to cross before and now he knew it wasn't meant to at that time. Not that he believed in fate or destiny, but somehow the familiarity of her presence was so warming, it felt like he truly had known her for so long. The emotions he had was uncanny, and he couldn't sort through them no matter how hard he tried.

Her smile became his remedy. Each time she caught his curious eye, her lips curved into a friendly warmth that left Severus silently endeared, almost as if she reserved her brightest for him. Rare were the moments where she didn't smile in his vicinity, and despite the usual sourness in his own sullen features, his heart felt weightless when he noticed.

Dawn had a fierceness in her demeanor and a determination in her ocean gaze – the way it lingered, hopeful and calculating, wonderous ideas sparking behind them. Her pupils shifted as her mind ticked away, but she was indecisive. A woman with so many ideas couldn't settle with one, and despite trying to plan, her heart leaped first crushing those ideas and starting over again. She listened to him, paying close attention to his words and train of thought, taking in every piece of his exposed soul, straight to her heart.

Her mind was witty and sharp, but her heart beat strong with the empathy within, leading her way and igniting her path. He loved that open mind of hers, but her heart…Her heart was something else. A beacon, to all those who are lost, gravitating to her in safety and comforting relief.

A friend.

Severus could only hope with every morsel of his soul, that he didn't mess this one up, too.

That Friday morning, Severus was approached by Mr. Hastwell in confidence of an incident that happened prior to breakfast. One of his fourth year Slytherins were caught using dark magic on a young Hufflepuff, causing rage to bubble within him like a dam about to burst. He approached the student responsible and reprimanded him in front of the entrance to the Great Hall, deducting a whopping fifty points and giving them double detention scrubbing the kitchen floors without magic. Perhaps Severus should have been a little calmer, but he couldn't grow soft on them. They needed appropriate discipline that only he could give, and there was no way in hell he was going to allow his own students to use dark magic within school walls.

This wasn't the first time this has happened and yet time and time again Severus summoned his House to a stern meeting, to lecture them on the dangers of using torturous spells and those designed to inflict harm. Despite the incident that occurred, they seemed to be happening far more sparsely, but it still ignited a raw anger within him.

Sometimes it seems that he was running circles around Slytherin house, but Cyrus himself had told them that they were cautious to do such things now that Severus was keeping a close watch on them. Severus was quite pleased with how swiftly Cyrus was communicating with him during such similar incidences, and as the days rolled on, his firm decision on electing him as the next Prefect was a wise one.

He was a good student. Obedient and not reckless. He was positively calculative and knew not to unnecessarily get involved in matters beyond him. And with Cyrus' confidence and newfound skill in the shield charm, he noticed the Gryffindors targeting him less as well.

It was such a simple thing. All he needed was someone to fight in his corner, show him how to protect himself, and be a safe port of call whenever he needed help. The mere fact that Cyrus trusted Severus, and even Dawn and Harry for that matter, enough to approach a teacher, was such a marvelous development. On behalf of a child that reminded him so much of himself, he felt a strange sense of pride and satisfaction that he was able to develop such a quiet strength. He was able to offer his support to the child and that made all the difference.

That's all it would have taken – a listening ear and the power to do something about it.

That's it.

Severus found himself at dinner in the Great Hall, seemingly sapped of his energy. All day Lily had been on his mind, invading his thoughts and causing his heart to race. Some irritability snuck through and found himself remaining quiet, so he didn't snap at anyone unsuspectingly. It was getting to the point where he was becoming irritated with it, and he wished he knew why.

Why was her memory still haunting him?

Guilt and regret were powerful things and just when he thought he had overcome it, it ravaged him once again, relentlessly. He couldn't understand it and it was slowly driving him irate. He couldn't focus on his own dinner, moving things around his place with his fork and only managed a few forkfuls of potato bake, when it eventually appeared unappealing. Losing his appetite, he excused himself early, eyeing Dawn speaking to Gregory on the other side. She heard her hearty laugh, breaking through the usual student chatter of the hall, and yet that was the only voice he could hear. He didn't know what they were talking about, but she appeared very much engaged with the conversation.

When the smell of food became too much, he took himself back to his quarters to retreat for the night. Halfway down into the eerie dark halls of the dungeons, he could see the ghostly residue from the mischievous Poltergeist hiding around one of the corners.

"Peeves, I swear to Salazar, I will banish you if you continue to be my personal nuisance. I'm in no mood."

Caught in the act, the Poltergeist chuckled and disappeared into the ceiling above, most likely to find another target to bother.

Finally reaching the safety and privacy of his small abode, he stripped off his traveling cloak and wandered into his tiny laboratory to work ahead on the next batch of Deflating Draught for the Hospital Wing. A friendly match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was set to take place tomorrow, so he usually ensured he had appropriate healing potions ready in case of unfortunate mishaps and reckless young children who never follow the rules. There was never a match that didn't end in avoidable injuries.

He then slowly unbuttoned his dark blazer and hung it up on the stand just outside of the room. With his sleeves rolled up slightly, he immediately got to work, laying out all necessary ingredients from his own private stores carefully placed in their usual spot on the workbench. On the far side of the workbench, was the latest batch of his memory elixir slowly simmering away in its pale blue hue, emitting puffs of colored smoke in intervals as it brewed.

Severus took much solace in that project and thanked the stars that such a potion helped to keep his mind focused and steadfast. Since giving up the liquor that ruled most of his prior year, the project alone gave him the melancholy reprieve he needed to focus on what was really important and the possibilities such a potion would open up should it become successful. After his failure at St. Mungo's due to certain published slander, he was determined to make a better name for himself. To clear the air and override the vileness written about him, burning his name from any future prospects he may have acquired.

This time, he had a chance to make it right. It wasn't so much as gaining trust from the community that he cared about, it was ensuring his future remained safe enough for him to live in. He did not want to live in fear again. He did not want to take precautionary measures simply venturing out in public. He was tired of enduring filthy names and reprimanding from beyond the walls of Hogwarts from those that did not know him. Of what he had to face.

Here, at least, he finally felt safe.

There was a sudden knock at his door. Severus was halfway through crushing one of the shelled ingredients when he considered ignoring it. He continued with his task, only to hear the soft knocking once again. Patient, but the visitor was still lurking. He furrowed his brow. Harry had automatic access and Minerva was usually contacted before she arrived.

"Severus?"

…Dawn.

Placing down the pestle, he wiped his hands on the cloth on the workbench, tapped the newest simmering cauldron with his wand, and wandered briskly to his door. Once he opened it, he found her standing by with her hands clasped in front of her, wearing her usual day attire, and her voluminous hair swept over one shoulder.

"Good evening, Severus, " Dawn greeted warmly, "Apologies for the intrusion."

"What brings you here?"

"Do I need a reason to visit a friend?" She responded with an amused smile, but it since faded once she took note of Severus' blankness, "Besides, you left early. It's been a while since you've done that."

He hesitated, realising she must have quickly noticed his absence. And here he thought he had snuck out quietly enough. Lowering his head, he took a step to the side, allowing her to pass him into the warmth of his sitting room. Once he closed the door, he led her back to his laboratory to resume his task.

Dawn followed closely behind and glanced over the ingredients littered all over the table until she turned to him, "So, I was thinking of informing my superior of your involvement."

"I much prefer my name to remain anonymous."

"Well, I expect him to want to ask you several questions of his own. I can't be the messenger, and I need to approach this professionally."

Severus drew in a sharp breath, not desiring his name to be made known to them, "And if I decline?"

"If you decline, then there is a chance your anonymity will be questioned and may be rendered void."

He paused for a short moment, resting his hands on the workbench in thought and his desire to lean against something, "And if I agree?"

"And if you agree, you will be a credible source and much more valuable to us, " Dawn responded, "You've already been cleared by the Ministry of your charges, so that already makes you far more important as a liaison. Not to mention, as I understand it, the Minister himself already has your backing. My superior will not take kindly to an anonymous assistant in times when the group we are pursuing remains hidden."

Severus thought hard for a moment, weighing those options within his mind. He didn't like the idea of his name making itself known to the Auror Department, but she was right. His name was cleared and supported by multiple people including the likes of Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter himself. He had an advantage, and if his name was shared with her superior, then it gives more credibility to her investigation.

He tilted his head in her direction, quickly meeting her gaze, "And will you remain safe? You won't be questioned if so, my name is known?"

Dawn's lips curved into a soft smile at the sudden sentiment and slowly shook her head, "I appreciate your concern, but yes. I will be covered, and you are a great source for this investigation."

He clenched his jaw, weighing up the decision within his mind. Both options had their own pros and cons, and the idea of his name being made legal for the investigation was a strange one. In all honesty, he wanted nothing to do with the Ministry. But a realisation crept up within his chest – he was doing this for her. For Dawn. In the months he had observed her flustered state, and stress upon this investigation, something within him felt compelled to lend his assistance with the knowledge he had. The evening Dawn arrived injured to Hogwarts sparked a slight unrest within him and given the damage that was inflicted upon her, he couldn't bear to see that again.

She needed help and he knew he would be able to do so. He was confident that much that he would be able to tread this dangerous ground with her.

"Alright, you have my permission. Granted, that I will not be needlessly questioned by him and that your investigation, or yourself, is not jeopardised."

Her face lit up in relief, and admittingly, Severus took some silent pleasure in that, "Oh, Severus, thank you. Your input already has been immense, and with your knowledge, you can help us put an end to this."

"I am not one to assist the Ministry, but I will assist you as I can. You'd be foolish to pursue this alone."

Dawn's smile widened, "You have no idea how much relief this brings me."

Distracted by a glimmer at her neck, his eyes trailed to her necklace again, glistening silver barely visible upon the collar of her vest. The candlelight reflected off from the silver, catching his eye. She followed his line of sight and her eyes softened in a sudden sadness when she realised what had caught his attention.

Severus nudged his chin towards it, "Heirloom?"

"A memory, " She flashed a quick smile, but he knew it was a mask hiding something else incredibly empty, "Someone long since passed."

Her ocean-blue eyes blinked slowly and her voice was heavy with longing. The scratchiness of her voice in those last few words carried what felt like familiar grief and pain buried within it. What few words could explain so much and Severus very well knew that, as well.

"Partner? Relative?" Severus didn't necessarily care who, but his desire to want to know more about her felt strong. He realised she does not often mention her family and he only had to wonder about the significance of the necklace. Especially one that was faded in age, in all of its ornate design and engravings, and something she was never seen without.

She stared at him hard, and yet, she refused to answer. Instead, she remained vague, "Losing people changes us, doesn't it?"

He nodded, drawing in a wavering breath. There was a silent kinship with the woman, and it was comforting to know that they were connected by a burning grief. Grief itself was lonely enough of a journey, "As does the guilt of knowing you were the reason someone who was once close, lost their life."

Dawn's eyes seemed to gloss over, but with the flickering candle casting shadows within the room, he couldn't quite tell. But the broken emotion in her voice was evident, "War is terrible, Severus. Our lives can change at the flip of a coin. We all carry some sort of guilt about things we wished we could have done differently. But some things are far beyond our control, and we must learn to make peace with that. It's the only way we can truly move on. Somehow."

"The pain is excruciating and exhausting, " He couldn't even believe he let those words slip.

"I know that well. Trust me on that, " Her brows raised, and her eyes grew wide as if she had seen the deaths of thousands, "You're not alone in this fight anymore, Severus. I will be with you through it. You have my word."

Dawn's face shifted until her eyes rested and fixated on something else that caught her attention. To Severus' horror, he realised a part of his Mark on his left forearm remained exposed. He froze on the spot, not knowing what to do, and he barely had the thought quick enough to pull down his sleeve. She eventually broke through his racing thoughts with her soft voice, barely audible amongst the loud, crackling fire in the other room.

"May I see?"

Initially, Severus considered telling the woman to leave, but the thought of casting her away so ruthlessly now of all moments struck a sensitive chord within him. She meant well, but something in his mind told him to resist for fear of being mocked and shamed for something that had caused him so much pain. She would not even begin to understand what that Mark did to him. It changed him; warped his own mindset, fooling him to presume his decision to initially join, was once a wise one.

It was so very far from the truth. And that decision hurt so many, including himself. The damage the Mark made, was irreversible, and even more ironic by the scarring that was left behind as a cruel reminder.

After wincing every so subtly at the request, he slowly extended his left arm to rest upon the wooden bench, soon shuffling himself onto the stool beside it. Gingerly, he slowly rolled up the rest of his sleeve to reveal the full Mark now faded and scarred permanently into his pale skin. It was even enough to make himself look away.

Following his lead, Dawn gathered up her robes and silently took the seat beside him, leaning forward onto the desk, reaching over to his arm illuminated by the flickering candlelight before them. Before she made contact, she looked at Severus for further confirmation. Severus dismally sighed to himself, saying not a word, allowing her to observe the faded dark symbol etched upon him. He nodded and with soft hands, she finally made contact with his skin.

With a tenderness he'd never felt before, her fingers gently traced over the faint remnants of his Mark as she studied each curvature of the snake which had ruined his life for so many years. Her brow furrowed in innocent curiosity staring upon the jagged scarred lines inflicted by his own hand as if she were reading a book, each stroke sending his sallow skin tingling. She was focused as if she tried to burn it within her mind to remember for another time. Her touch was delicate and methodical. She was careful to ensure he did not recoil in discomfort, but something about her touch left him wanting more. Against his cold skin, she was warm and comforting and he didn't want her to let go.

His heart fluttered – heat encompassed it, giving him a strange flurry of emotions he couldn't quite decipher. Lighter and calmer than the erratic darker ones he usually endures.

Something…something was there…

Why did he feel so strange? Why was his heart beating more feverishly?

As her fingers trailed down his scarred forearm, she gently took his slightly trembling hand in hers. Wordlessly, she allowed her thumb to trace over every crease, callous and bony prominences of his hands. Hands that have both healed and hurt. Hands that had tinkered with glass and dangerous liquids for many years, and hands which had frequently scoured through each dusty tome of knowledge he could find. Hands in which were once covered in blood, and tears.

And yet, Dawn found intrigue within his battered form; his skin told stories and even though he had no desire to retell them to her, something within the back of his mind realised that she already knew. The urge to walk out of the room in repulsion of the sight of his own Mark was strong and yet the desire to melt into her was even stronger. His dark eyes looked upon her in silent appreciation upon her acceptance and no judgment harshly cast. Something he usually expected from others, except for a woman who had such an interest over him and the only one who ever truly did. And for once, he allowed her touch to linger upon his hands until finally, he curled his fingers over her own, relishing in that rare contact he had deprived himself of for so long. Instantly her fingers entwined within his and they sat there together with what felt like an eternity connected.

Severus' lips twitched ever so slightly, but truthfully; he was merely at a loss for words. He glanced up at the mesmerising blue eyes softly gleaming at him. He was lost within them, and he couldn't pry his own away. His heart was beating fast in his chest and suddenly he felt anxious.

This was all happening too fast, and Severus was overthinking things again. He was still standing at a crossroads in his attempt to get his own life together. And yet for a daft reason, he had intimacy on his mind?

Her smile…Her eyes…something about her eyes…

They melted him. Soothed him.

He had been through this before…

…Severus, enough of this nonsense. You are repulsing. Focus on your task, and do not meddle with such things. It will only hurt you again.

Squeezing the woman's hands gently and politely, he slowly retracted his own and placed them back within his lap.

Dawn lowered her head slightly, sensing Severus' elevated anxious breaths, "…I've over-stepped, haven't I?"

Shaking his head, Severus lowered his voice, "No. Not necessarily. I'm just – "

" - It's alright, Severus. I understand, " Dawn looked at him empathetically, "This is a lot, I know. I'm sorry."

"You mustn't apologise, " Severus responded quickly, hoping that his pale cheeks were not as reddened as he presumed, "It was…it caught me by surprise."

Dawn's lips twitched slightly into a smile, "Well, it would have killed the sincerity of it if I told you beforehand."

Severus gave a small snort, still feeling wretched with himself.

"Although, I suppose, the fact that you didn't hesitate this time surprised me even more."

Severus shifted, initially averting his eyes, as if in doing so, would bare his entire, bleeding soul. But a few heart beats away, he looked back upon her rather earnestly, "Small steps, I suppose."

Dawn's smile of relief suddenly lit up the room, causing his heart to flutter once more, "I'm glad to hear that, Severus" She rose up slowly from her seat and retrieved her wand from the table, "It's getting a little late, and I still have a few essays yet to mark. Will you be attending the match tomorrow?"

Severus hadn't even thought of it as his mind was still focused on her touch lingering as an imprint upon his skin. He slowly pulled down his sleeve, covering and guarding the warmth she left behind, "As Head of Slytherin, I don't have another choice."

Crinkling her nose, she shook her head with a small smirk upon her lips, "Well, it's only Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw. A friendly match."

"And?"

"Minerva wanted me to recheck the wards in preparation for it and I require assistance with it."

Giving in, Severus sighed, "Alright."

Dawn flashed a friendly smile, "Wonderful. Meet me at the northeast bridge by ten. We'll start there. Have a good night, Severus. Don't be late."

Severus rose from his seat and bowed his head slightly as Dawn turned and left the room. The flame at the table flickered and he reached to the spot on his arm from Dawn's touch, wondering what the hell he was doing. He cast his eyes upwards until he closed them deep in thought allowing the sounds of the simmering cauldrons to send his mind at ease once again. His heart was still racing, and he found himself trying to settle his panicked breath.

Severus Snape, was undoubtedly, nervous.

It was just a friendly touch, that was all. She wanted to see my Mark…She meant well.

Still staring at the now-closed door, he almost expected – hoping – for the woman to re-enter. But after a short period of silence except for his racing heart, he turned back to the now neglected sloshing cauldron on the table. Cursing to himself, he waved his wand and immediately the potion ceased to bubble.

What a strange evening, indeed.

May 21st, 2003

[Dawn Rheingold]

The other night Dawn had witnessed some of Severus' scars, which opened up her heart to another side of him buried so deep within. A side she was not expecting. The admiration in the strength she found within him, melted her completely. For all that he has endured, there he was, heart beating. Alive, and yet remained hopeful in his own way.

She didn't want to admit it at all but seeing those additional scars - some accidental and some clearly intentional - on his arms made her emotional. It took all of her strength just to hold it together and sleep eluded her that night keeping her awake and embedding the image of him in her mind unwillingly. She couldn't let it go. The pain of those scars, not just physical, shattered her heart. He was nervous, that she could tell. But she didn't hold it against him and felt the connection was something he needed. The way he allowed her to touch him, was no doubt, endearing. And she was careful and considerate. She knew she would have very well pulled away if she noticed how uncomfortable he was getting.

She didn't want to cause him any more pain.

Dawn managed to look upon the faded remnants of the Dark Mark, but she found more than she ever thought she would. Thoughts of the investigation and the other mark she briefly witnessed were shifted from her mind. Instead, she thought of him, and he plagued her thoughts all through until she woke the next day. For every time after that she had passed him by, she offered him a friendly, smile. It's all she could do to help ease some of his pain if at times words weren't enough.

But after that night, she had noticed him growing distant again. She considered what she had done and had mentally kicked herself afterward, thinking that maybe she crossed a line that he was not ready for.

However, she didn't know how she felt about him. She felt drawn to him and she was compelled to support him as best as she could and help him mend those wounds that were so deep, and still so very raw. She knew he wouldn't ask for help, so she would try in her own way.

Patience. That's what Harry had said. Now she knew why.

There was something about his company she enjoyed. Perhaps it was his sardonic bluntness and dry, dark humor which settled some of her own worries. His methodical approach and a keen eye for detail were refreshing and being able to discuss her investigation with a clear set of eyes, helped her focus on it far better than she did before. He wasn't necessarily encouraging as his sharp realistic approaches made it a little impossible, but at least it kept her grounded to the case and not allow her own emotions to rule over it. That alone had caused too much heartache, so she was silently thankful for Severus' logical pull.

But she couldn't forget the way he looked at her. Severus' eyes were peeled at her, as if he had witnessed a miracle. He seemed distracted, however not in a bad way. She had to marvel at this composure but she wasn't sure what else she had seen. He was a difficult man to read, therefore Dawn didn't know how to approach him at times.

Patience.

Her feelings towards Severus were complicated. She felt a connection that she hadn't felt since her own family had shattered, and through those lonely years, finding someone else again was not at the forefront of her mind. She was hesitant to delve into that world again, but there was a curious thread that always seemed to lead her to him.

Within Severus she found an affinity – a soul that managed to weave its mystery within hers. Slowly unraveling the hidden parts of the man so lost in his own turmoil, had been something she never foresaw when she first met him. It was strange to think that he was once so quick and ready to cast her away, baring his teeth so no one would dare go near him. Now, it seemed like he welcomed her company with a measured comfort that deeply satisfied her and made her feel a little more accomplished.

She saw his inner strength, his potential, and the sealed light attempting to burst through the cursed cracks of his soul. He was trying, and she knew it. Harry knew it, too. And in time he will push past everything holding him back, to make way for the man he wanted to be. A man he prevented himself from becoming, and a man who no longer wanted to feel that darkness again.

He needed time and care. And she wanted nothing more than to help him find his place in the world again and to leave all of that bottled-up anger behind. She could tell that he was slowly unraveling and revealing parts of himself as the weeks rolled by, as subtle as they were. But he was beginning to trust her more and with that, and she felt a sense of silent accomplishment with that. Allowing someone that wounded to feel safe in one's presence was not an easy feat.

But she knew the consequences of those who could not be saved. She saw enough of that in her time.

That Wednesday after the morning period, Dawn made her way to see Minerva in the Headmaster's office. Word of the end-of-year ball had been the topic of conversation since it was announced, and students had been so distracted by such an event, that they had been neglecting their exams as of late. Of course, the event sounded appealing, but frankly, she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it.

On one hand, she could see the appeal and it was a nice way to settle student's nerves and break some of the ice between Houses. House unity had been challenging to implement, but this would be such a great start for such a step forward in resolving post-war tension.

On the other hand, Dawn wasn't so sure that such an event was a wise decision given the investigation that was pending and the dangers that could be possible. Severus himself had stated the same and also did not feel it was necessary. Or at least, not yet. Dawn couldn't help but agree that the timing wasn't good, but perhaps she was feeling a little too defensive over it in her constant worry about the wellbeing of her students.

"I will re-implement the wards surrounding the event, " Dawn shuddered a breath she had held for some passing minutes as she paced the Headmistress' office.

The older woman's gaze followed her with every step, "I realise you were not particularly on board with this idea, but it might be an opportune way to bring the Houses together and send off those students who will soon be leaving us."

"I never found you in favor of such an event."

"Not initially, " Minerva tapped her inked quill against her parchment, dotting a few of the straggled i's as she went, "I've had many a time to think about it. Filius, Pomona, Rubeus, and Aurora are implementing the majority of the decorations, as with a few eager student volunteers."

"I know, but…"

Minerva placed her quill down within its crystal holder and looked at Dawn with a touch of amusement upon her face. For a moment, Dawn found it rather frustrating that she wasn't as bothered about it as she was, "Dawn, dear, this is not worth worrying about. I think this will benefit us all, to be frank."

Dawn took a moment to stop pacing and turned towards her appearing rather hopelessly, "I suppose we could all use a bit of an icebreaker. But Minerva – "

The older Gryffindor gently raised her hand to silence her, " – It will be alright. One night will not hinder, and I think we could all use a celebratory glass of wine…or two."

"I'm more of a gin woman, but I'll settle for a wine to keep it appropriate, " Dawn responded humorously. After her grin died down, she slid into the vacant chair opposite to the desk, her expression now grew sterner. "So, what of the Campbells? I found them throwing Miss White's textbooks off the clock tower yesterday afternoon. This is getting beyond ridiculous."

Dawn studied the older woman hard – Minerva's face, although not as wary as it had been in recent months, crinkled in deep thought. Her lips parted to say something, but it took several moments for anything to be spoken. Once the woman appeared to properly compose herself, she tapped a single finger on the desk before her, "I have sent word to their parents for an urgent meeting this Saturday morning."

"May I be present?"

The woman gave a single nod, "As their Head of House, I deem that very appropriate."

Dawn felt satisfied, but not as much as she had hoped, "So what is the ultimatum?"

"Suspension in the new year and the stripping of certain rights if they so do not use the holidays as a chance to reflect and learn. Detentions are clearly not enough, and I think it is very safe to say we are all at wits' end. We shouldn't have to give a single student protective measures for the senseless attacks. They are the problem."

Dawn bit the corner of her lip, "You must be careful, Minerva. You know what that family is capable of. You could lose your position as Headmaster."

Minerva appeared nonchalant, "And they do not know what I am capable of. I don't want to be ruthless, but I must remain firm. As Headmistress, I also have a duty of care for the students within this school so that they remain safe, and their well-being taken care of. That cannot happen when a few notorious menaces can attack others and get away with it. It is unacceptable."

"You know we will always have your back and I think the Minister does as well. He will have jurisdiction here, " Dawn reassured, "We've given them multiple chances to fix their errors and cease their nonsense, so we take it a step further. The parents have been made aware of this months ago, and yet no action was taken. Letters were useless. We have no other choice."

"Oh yes, Kingsley is well aware of the problem, " Minerva signed heavily, "I do not want to have to expel students for constant misbehavior, but I fear that's what it may come to if this continues."

"Tell them. If they do not guide their children on a better path, then by not taking appropriate action, allows them to continue their antics."

"They will be known, and Dawn, your support here is greatly appreciated, " Minerva nodded respectfully, "I can't allow students to hurt themselves anymore, or live in fear in a place that is supposed to protect them. We cannot be so cruel as to allow what is meant to be a safe haven, to become a place filled with dread and unmanaged pain."

Wordlessly, Dawn nodded. A tinge of sadness touched her chest, knowing how that felt. And how others must have felt in such dark times. No student deserved to live in fear anymore. Times of war have now passed, and yet students are still struggling with each day.

They are still at war with themselves, as many others still were.

Dawn left the Headmistress' company and proceeded with her usual day of lessons, soon skipping the evening feast to pay her superior a visit. It wasn't the most opportune time of the week to travel to London, but Rowan had sent word for an urgent update, of which left her incredibly worried.

Over the last few weeks, she had since debated with herself to make the decision to inform Rowan about Severus' input. It wouldn't be one for him to take lightly, and she very well knew she'd have some difficulty reiterating this to him. But she did not want to keep those secrets away from him, and if Rowan was on board with Severus' expertise, then perhaps they'd be able to tackle more if they knew what they were up against.

Although she was much rather surprised that Severus even allowed her to. He knew the importance of her job and the requirement of trust in order to keep it.

She arrived at Rowan's flat and knocked hastily on the door shy of nine o'clock when the familiar greeting smile welcomed her inside. He had winded down in almost very casual attire of grey tracksuit bottoms and an oversized white shirt with faded writing she couldn't decipher. Once he led her past the threshold, Rowan tapped on the doorknob with his wand, magically sealing it shut with a string of protective enchantments.

"Apologies to pull you away on such notice, " Rowan motioned for her to take a seat at the kitchen table.

Dawn sunk into the chair, shrugging her shoulders, "Don't apologise for requesting my presence."

"I did not want this to wait any longer, as there are several updates, I must inform you of, " Rowan's face adopted its usual grim expression, whilst his jaw tensed, "A few days ago, another child was stolen from a Muggleborn family in the dead of night. The child was three years old. One parent perished, and the other fled to safety. The father is currently receiving counseling."

"Oh, bollocks – " Dawn sat, aghast at the news. Another child was taken. Another family torn apart. She felt her heart race, " – Did the father see anything?"

The man before her nodded, "Yes. One of them wore an old, broken Death Eater mask. The rest were covered alternatively. But that one stood out. A husked, gravelly voice."

Dawn's heart skipped a beat, "Sounds like the man who has been stalking me."

"Why he hasn't targeted you fatally yet, remains a mystery."

She paused, trying to think back to the two incidences that resulted in those confrontations, "He obviously wants me alive. Why, I am still yet to discover it. There is something about him I can't quite place."

Rowan tilted his head, attention captured, "How so?"

She drew in a shuddered breath, "It's almost like he knows me. Or knew me. I don't know, Rowan, it's been on my mind for so long, and yet I can't figure him out. Any further information about that Felix fellow?"

He looked disappointed, "Unfortunately, not. He remains under high security of which I have been able to be granted access. From the rumor vine, he refuses to talk to officials, and yet at nights he has been discovered to be ushering incantations and has done so for many nights now. They had to cast a tongue-tying charm to shut him up."

Dawn crinkled her face, "What on earth is he chanting?"

"No one knows. It's a language no one recognises, " Rowan paused for a short moment, "Although one guard swore to have noticed a tattoo appear on his left forearm, and when he looked again, it faded. I suspect it's the Dark Mark – "

She immediately shook her head confidently, "No, it isn't."

Roman frowned, "You can't have known."

"I saw it when Ronald and I apprehended him. Though at the time, I presumed I was going crazy. I even sifted back through my memories using Minerva's Pensieve and saw nothing."

"You didn't think to tell me this?"

Dawn's shoulders slumped, "You'd have not believed me if I told you. Besides, I wanted to be sure, and now I know. Which also begs something else I wish to disclose in secrecy."

"But again, how do you know?"

"From the remnants of Felix' Mark that I was able to see, I saw upon another. A similar Mark. Neither are the same, therefore it isn't the mark of a Death Eater, " Dawn tried to explain, but she had since noticed a small measure of confusion flood his expression. She knew deep down he needed to know about Severus. She paused, trying to gather her explanation and she only hoped she was doing the right thing in proceeding with it, "I have been having an, erm…An unofficial liaison for the case. Only very recently."

Rowan straightened himself in his chair, "Who?"

She drew in a large breath, and exhaled slowly, "…Severus Snape."

Dawn had never seen such whites of his eyes so prominently and quickly in its surprised, widened state. Rowan appeared very speechless, and she noticed his frown gathering at the bridge of his nose. "Him?!"

Bugger.

"Yes, but – "

" – People like him are the reason we are still hunting this filth!" She noticed spit flying from his mouth. She had never seen him this furious before.

"He is no longer a Death Eater anymore, Rowan, " Dawn said, exasperatingly, "Besides, I work with him. His knowledge and experience can truly help us, here. He is not our enemy."

Rowan bared his teeth, clearly enraged with the idea of it, "Tell that to those who lost their lives at the mercy of those dark wizards! We are still cleaning up after Voldemort, and that is evident in the case that has begun to take such a stark contrast to what they stood for. Dawn, you should not have engaged with him about this."

"Rowan, he offered to help. Why must you doubt him so? If anyone is as good as a liaison for what we are investigating, he is our best choice."

"Given his past of identity foolery, can you blame me? How do you know he is truly on your side?"

"I just know."

Rowan paused dangerously, almost mockingly at Dawn's response, "You cannot always trust your instincts, Dawn. You know the ramifications of allowing your emotions to cloud your judgment. We need to remain level-headed."

Dawn suddenly grew furious herself, and found herself desiring to defend Severus against him, "Yes, because Aurors have been so level-headed in the past as if to blindly follow a cause we once opposed? Because they quelled their own instincts and emotions and allowed darkness to take them. No, I will not abandon my instincts. You may do so, but not I. You know me better than that."

"These situations could compromise us all. I do hope you know that."

"I trust him, " Dawn said, firmly, "Trust me, Rowan. We've been stuck on this investigation for so long, and all we do is run into danger and more victims. Babies are being stolen! Who knows what pain they are inflicting on them? Do you not want all the help we can get?"

Rowan stood up from his seat and wandered around the kitchen running a hand through his greyed hair as he did so. He looked conflicted, but the anger was still simmering there. She knew he had to know, but she also needed to further convince him of his value.

Her superior turned around and eyed her pointedly, "Dawn, you are one of our best assets here. That is why you were elected by the Minister himself. We've run into moral problems before in past cases, that of which you no doubt still remember. But please, be cautious. We are at the point now where we can trust very few people."

She nodded, "I know you detest him. And you have every right to. But you don't know him as I do. He is not that man anymore if he ever was. He wanted to help. Give him a chance. He's on our side."

Rowan still appeared apprehensive, but she could tell he was taking in every single word, "Do what you must. But remain cautious."

"I always do, " Dawn responded.

FOOTNOTE: Aaaaaand, a rare footnote! Hope you enjoyed this significant chapter! I wanted to add here that I am in the process of commissioning an artist piece from an amazing artist of the Dawn/Severus scene in the potions lab. I will let you guys know when it is complete and ready to see.