Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: This is SLASH. Don’t like, don’t read.

A/N: SS/HP, R&R, thank you!

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It was graduating day. A fine day. The sun was shining brightly and the lake glittered in the background. The ceremony was decided to be kept outside, and there were hundreds of chairs lined in front of a platform where the teachers stood. On both sides of the platform were chairs facing the audience, for the seventh years.

The seventh years walked one by one to the platform when their name was called, to receive a certificate. Then they would shake hands with the teachers.

Deadly silence erupted when Harry Potter was called forward. The Boy Who Lived had succeeded in destroying Lord Voldemort five months earlier, losing almost all of his magic in the process. A small part of it was left, and he would have to rebuild it. He had said that he would disappear from the Wizarding World and return only if he could rebuild his magic completely.

The Boy Who Lived had grown to be strikingly handsome, even if he was still shorter than most. He walked gracefully up to Dumbledore, who looked sad when he set his eyes on Harry. When Harry shook his hand Dumbledore clasped Harry’s hand with his both and murmured softly to him. A ghost of a smile appeared on Harry’s pale face, but not reaching his exhausted and haunted eyes. Harry nodded and Dumbledore squeezed his hand before releasing it. He continued to shake hands with the rest of the teachers and stopped in front of the last one in line.

Severus Snape, a man who Harry had befriended after Lord Voldemort’s fall. It was Snape, to the surprise of many, who had pulled Harry out of the darkest depths of his depression, not Harry’s long-time friends Ron and Hermione. Snape had become very attractive after he let Madame Pomfrey fix his nose to its original form, and letting his hair, which wasn’t greasy anymore, grow longer.

It was an unusual friendship, but still it had been good for the both of them.

Severus wasn’t able to maintain his unreadable mask when Harry stepped in front of him, and let a sorrowful expression slip onto his face.

They shook hands, staring into each others eyes. Harry felt his own eyes filling with unshed tears.

“Thank you,” he whispered, lingering a moment before dropping Severus’ hand and turning away to walk off the platform. Severus watched Harry return to his seat, where he sat shoulders slumped and looking at his hands. His heart ached for the young man.

When the ceremony was over, the seventh years got up from their seats and went to their friends and families. Except for one Harry Potter. He had already said his goodbyes. He sat still for a while, and then finally he looked up at the sky and sighed deeply. Getting up, he made his way to the gates. Many heads turned to watch him go.

Severus saw Harry rise from his seat. The thought of living without the young man he had come to adore in the last few months tore him apart. He knew that what he felt for Harry was deeper than just friendship, something stronger and more intimate. It was… Severus’ eyes widened at the realisation.

Love. Not love for a brother, but love for someone you want to share your life with.

Harry was already halfway to the gates.

Severus pushed several people aside, earning himself several angry shouts, while making his way through the crowd. Once clear of it, he sprinted towards Harry.

Everyone had turned to watch the scene.

“Harry,” Severus said, out of breath, when he reached the young man. Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Severus’ voice. Severus walked up to him and touched his shoulder gently, turning Harry around.

Severus stifled a gasp when he saw the tear-streaked face. For a moment they just stood still in the silence that dominated the grounds, Severus’ hand on Harry’s shoulder, drowning in each others eyes.

“Oh, Harry,” Severus said softly, took hold of Harry’s head with his hands and wiped the tears away with his thumbs. Harry looked confused and a few more tears escaped his eyes.

“I won’t let you go. I can’t,” Severus said stepping closer to Harry. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but a thumb on his lips stopped him. “Harry, I love you. I love you so much.” A tear leaked from the corner of Severus’ eye. Harry stared at him wide-eyed. The green eyes that had been dead for so long came alive, with emotions dancing in them.

Severus closed the distance between them and captured Harry’s lips with his own. Their eyes fluttered shut, Harry’s hands gripping the front of Severus’ robes, while Severus’ tangled one hand in Harry’s unruly hair and slid the other around his waist. Harry pulled away.

“I love you,” Harry whispered against Severus’ lips. Severus captured Harry’s lips again, now pushing his tongue into Harry’s mouth where they began duelling.

Some from the crowd had begun whistling, cat-calling and clapping. But Harry and Severus didn’t hear them.

The air around the two began crackling and soon a wind of magic began swirling around them. A bright light began to glow from Harry, growing brighter and brighter, until Severus and Harry could not be seen through the light. And then the light faded.

Severus broke the kiss and looked at Harry whose face was practically glowing from the dazed smile, the green eyes full of life. Severus could feel the magic pulsating through Harry’s body.

“Your magic, it’s… back,” Severus said amazed.

Harry squealed and threw his arms around Severus’ neck, and Severus lifted Harry from the ground by his waist and began spinning around. Tears of joy flowed freely down Harry’s cheeks.

Their laughter rang through the grounds.

‘The power the Dark Lord knows not,’ Dumbledore thought amused. ‘Here it shines again in Harry.’

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A/N: Technically, if Harry lost his magic five months before graduation, he couldn’t have completed his NEWTs, right? Sorry, I didn’t want to change it. :P

Anyway, I’m not too pleased with this. But I didn’t know how to rewrite it, so… well. What do you think?

And yes I just had to make Harry squeal.