Coming Together (In more ways than one)

Chapter 9

Severus caught Harry just outside the Great Hall. He was standing beneath the statue of Dumbledore, a determined look on his face. Severus watched as he slowly turned to look at the people lingering about inside the Great Hall, most of them crying over the loss of Dumbledore. Severus quietly approached him.

"Listen, Harry. It's been a hard day for everyone. Voldemort isn't going to come marching in here tonight."

"And what's there to stop him? Dumbledore's dead, the school's in shock…what would be a better time?" Harry replied, the candlelight flickering off his face. Severus rolled his eyes.

"You're here to stop him. Now let's go get some rest. We have the next two days off and then a weekend. We can go about finding the chamber first thing tomorrow morning. And another thing. I will not participate in this if you drag along Weasley and Granger. It's bad enough with you as my partner. There's no way I can keep all three of you from getting yourselves killed at one time." Severus said with his hands on his hips. Harry smiled sadly.

"I guess you're right. But it won't be as hard as your thinking it will be to get into the chamber. I know it exists, I've been inside it. I'm a parseltongue. In fact, the entrance is in the girl's bathroom." Harry informed as the two boys made their way back to the dorm room. Severus looked surprised, and then resigned.

"I keep forgetting this is the future…" Severus started, only to be interrupted by a voice somewhere behind them.

"Harry, Luke!" The shaky voice of Professor McGonagall called. Both boys turned, observing the frazzled woman's approach with sympathy. She looked pointedly at Severus when she reached them. "As you know school won't resume until Monday, but we are now absent a Transfiguration teacher. I would cover the class myself, but there is so much that needs to be done with the loss of Albus…I've asked Sirius to cover teaching Transfiguration until a permanent teacher can be found. This, unfortunately, leaves the potion classes without instruction. Draco, as Head Boy, and Hermione, as Head Girl, are more than capable of teaching the first and second years. Draco has said he will take on the fourth years as well, but they have demanding schedules…" Minerva looked like she was going in a million directions at once. Harry could see she was an emotional wreck. He was surprised when Severus spoke.

"I will conduct the remaining classes. I'm far more advanced than any substitute you could find." Severus said, managing to offer help and sound snobbish all at the same time. McGonagall looked like this was what she had been hoping for.

"I'm sure Harry can help you if you need anything, but I will need Harry's help most concerning tying up the loose ends left after Voldemort…" She said as if going down a mental checklist. Harry looked at her nervous, frazzled form.

"Professor, I think you need to come up to our dorm and hear some news I've gotten recently. Se…Luke will whip up a calming potion for you, and give you something for dreamless sleep." He said gently, taking McGonagall by the elbow and leading her towards the stair.

"Whatever it is, Harry, it will have to wait…all those people…"

"I'm afraid it can't, Professor. No one will notice if you are absent for the rest of the night. I'll come back down and wrap things up." Harry said, leading the older woman towards Gryffindor tower. Severus trailed behind.

When they reached the boy's dormitory, Snape quickly rummaged in his trunk until he expanded his cauldron, startling Minerva by how effortlessly he tossed ingredients in, appearing as though he didn't need to focus even the tiniest bit. He used no measuring tools, going by the way things felt in his hands and under his fingers. He almost lazily concocted, tossing and dicing as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You make it an art form, Lucas. There's something about the way you work…something genius in it." She commented, almost entranced by his flying fingers and skilled hands. The potion was responding to him with overwhelming enthusiasm, reacting to his every whim. Minerva finally drew her eyes back to Harry. "I was never naturally talented at potions…Albus seemed to have that touch no matter what…" She got choked up and tears began to roll down her cheeks. Harry didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, letting his teacher cry softly on his shoulder. Soon Severus passed him a steaming goblet. He took it and gently pulled back.

"Here you go Professor, drink up." He said insistently, waiting until she had finished and looked a great deal calmer.

"Thank you boys, you don't know how much I appreciate this…Now." She said in her old, authoritative tone. "What is it you need to tell me?" She asked, waiting expectantly. Harry took a deep breath and pulled a chair up in front of her. He took her hand.

"I know this is going to sound unbelievable, and horrible…but I want you to promise me that you won't worry yourself over it. Luke and I have got it under control, and we're already doing all that can be done." He prepped, not wanting her to have a panic attack when he told her. She nodded curtly, though looked tense.

"Voldemort's back." Severus said quickly, breaking the awkward silence. Harry immediately began to speak.

"But I don't want you to worry! Albus knew, and so did Luke and I. I can't tell you how long it will take, but we're working on something that will destroy him for good."

Silent tears were beginning to roll down Minerva's cheeks. It seemed it was all too much for her. Severus watched with awe as a change came over Harry. He brushed at the tears on her cheeks, practically radiating with strength.

"I'm not going to let anyone get into Hogwarts. No one will be hurt while I'm here. I refuse to let it happen. Voldemort may be alive, but his cause is not good. If there is anything Dumbledore taught me, it was that good always has a better chance than evil. We're going to pull through this, because we're stronger than he is, and we're smarter. He will not endure our next attack. Trust me, Minerva. Everything is going to turn out alright." Harry said quietly, trying to transfer some of his heart stone's magic into her, willing it to give her courage and strength. She nodded again, more firmly this time, and stood, tear free and looking like the intelligent Professor Harry knew her as.

"I trust you, Harry. If you need anything, all you have to do is ask." She said, pausing only a few moments before hugging Harry tightly. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you." She said softly in his ear, patting his back once before heading for the door, hugging Severus as well much to his surprise.

Harry collapsed on the bed.

"Well, all things considered I think she took it well. I only wish I could back up my claim." Harry said as he closed his eyes, hands gripping his face. Severus sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're already doing it. We have a plan that will shut Voldemort down, and you have your friends to keep an eye out for Voldemort. I know you aren't exactly on the best terms with him, but Draco could help you a great deal in that aspect." Harry scowled darkly.

"Best to just leave Draco out of this, Sev." He mumbled before crossing an arm over his eyes and resting one hand on his stomach.

"It didn't mean anything. Draco doesn't feel that way for me…and I don't think I ever really felt that way for him. You're going to have to let it go if we are going to ever have a chance." Severus said firmly as he slid into the bed beside Harry. Harry didn't respond for a few moments.

"Give it time, Sev." He said as he found Severus's hand and intertwined it with his own. After a few moments, he turned and cuddled into Severus's side, yawning loudly into his hair. Severus was not surprised to find Harry was slumbering peacefully, snoring softly into his ear. He quietly got out of bed and removed his clothing, using his wand to free Harry of his. He carefully worked the covers out from under Harry, sliding them over the sleeping man. He stuffed a pillow under the sheets on his bed and drew the curtains, just in case anyone should happen to peek. Then, with a heavy yawn, he crawled in beside Harry, breathing contentedly as he was immediately entangled with him.

Harry awoke in complete bliss, the body of his beloved holding him close. For the first time in a long time, Harry knew things were going to be okay. He'd lost his mentor, and his archenemy was rising, but there was nothing that made him stronger than the beautiful being in his arms. He kissed his nose, then the corner of his mouth, finally brushing his lips over his chin and exposed neck. Severus murmured something, revealing an expanse of creamy white chest as he rolled, the glittering snake medallion sliding over his skin. It was enough to make Harry feel himself growing hard against Severus' sculpted thigh. Severus rolled again, trapping Harry's arousal in the junction of his legs, Harry's excitement rubbing against Severus' groin. Harry hissed and worried his bottom lip, unable to resist rocking against Severus. He was painfully aware that only two pairs of boxers separated him from what he thought was one of Severus' more appealing traits. Unexpectedly, he felt hot breath on his neck, gentle nibbling on his ear.

"Good morning." Severus said with a note of laughter in his voice. It appeared that he found Harry's perilous state quite humorous.

Harry growled in response, pushing against Severus more desperately now. Severus chuckled, wiggling under the covers and reappearing over Harry's throbbing erection. He smirked wickedly at Harry as he tugged the boxers down his hips torturously slow. Harry groaned and rolled his head to the side, his fingers clutching into the sheets in silent agony. Severus began dragging his tongue in neat circles around Harry's navel, sometimes dipping it in and other times going in broad circles. He then moved to the little bit of skin below Harry's belly button and began to suckle at it, scraping it with his teeth while his chin occasionally brushed over Harry's manhood. Finally Harry's hands acted of their own will and entangled in Severus' hair, pulling him downwards. Severus obliged, taking Harry's tip into his mouth and licking off the pearly ball of liquid that had formed. Harry moaned and arched up into Severus' mouth, using his hands to force Severus to take in more of him. The lithe man did so, alternating between sucking and blowing. One hand slid down his own boxers to stroke his erection, the other hand cradling Harry's balls and running a digit along the sensitive strip of skin between them. Harry began to buck into Severus' mouth, finally arching his back and letting out a soft cry as he came. Severus appeared beside him seconds later, his pink tongue licking his lips. Harry moaned at the site, rolling onto Severus and tasting himself on the man's perfect mouth. He swatted Severus' hand away, replacing it with his own.

Severus began to breath heavily, opening his mouth as though to say something, but only able to form an incomprehensible sound of pleasure. He tugged Harry's hand away.

"I want to cum inside you…" He said pleadingly, looking deep into Harry's eyes. Harry seemed to like the suggestion and rolled over, spreading his knees and bringing his own erection back with a few quick strokes. He felt Severus' hand parting his cheeks, could feel his long finger slide into his tight ring of muscle. Harry gasped; once again clutching the bed sheets as Severus inserted another finger. Rather he was gasping in pain or pleasure Harry couldn't be sure, but he definitely knew it was pleasure when the scissoring fingers were replaced by Severus' aching erection. He arched his ass in the air, pressing his chest close to the sheets as Severus slowly began to pump into him, his slim hands gripping Harry's hips.

"Gods Sev…harder!" He panted, gritting his teeth as the pressure swelled inside him. Severus offered no reply outside of a throaty moan. "Sev…I want you…so…bad…" Harry forced out, clenching his every muscle around Severus, earning another moan, this one as though he was being tortured by the constricting muscles and agonized by Harry's tiny whimpers and moans of pleasure. He saw stars dance into his vision as he finished in a few last thrusts, releasing his seed deep inside Harry. Harry came seconds later, dripping into his own hand. Severus collapsed on top of Harry, sweaty and breathing hard, still buried in the other man. Harry rolled his face to the side and smiled, Severus's face nestled in his hair and neck.

"Let's stay like this for just a little longer…we can go hunting for the stone later…" Harry suggested with a sleepy smile. Severus grunted, kissing Harry's cheek once quickly before sliding out of Harry with a hiss.

"Come on you lazy bum," Severus began.

"Actually, it's going to be a rather sore bum…" Harry interjected. Severus rolled his eyes and playfully slapped Harry's exposed bottom.

"Out of bed, get food, then stone hunting. Let's go." He said in an official tone, parting the curtains to Harry's bed and rummaging in his trunk. Soon Harry heard the shower start. He grinned wickedly and rolled out of bed, snatching a towel and padding into the bathroom to see if he could offer Severus any assistance.

The two met Ron in the common room; the red headed boy staring listlessly into the fire as Hermione rubbed his shoulders.

"Come on love, you need some breakfast." Hermione said gently. Ron didn't reply, opting to continue staring into the fire. Harry sighed heavily and walked over to the couple.

"Listen Ron, you don't have to eat, but we need to talk. Let's go for a walk, alright?" Harry asked, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked up at him and then back at the fire. He nodded slowly and stood, grabbing a jacket lying beside him and putting it on.

"Let's go." He said briskly, heading for the exit to the common room. Hermione looked as though she was on the brink of tears. Harry paused long enough to hug her and place a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Go get some breakfast with Luke, I'll take care of Ron." He said, quickly following his best friend's path. Hermione and Severus followed a bit slower behind, not really talking after they'd exchanged small pleasantries.

Harry and Ron walked over the grounds, not paying much attention to the light snowflakes that were beginning to fall. The minute they were alone, Ron kicked furiously at the ground, shaking his head in denial. Harry had never seen him so close to crying.

"He meant a lot to me, Harry. He was my role model. First my dad, now Albus. Who's next?" He asked frustrated. Harry realized with guilt that he had not been being a very good friend to Ron. He remained silent while his best friend searched the sky, his cheeks rosy and his eyes bleary with tears.

"Ron, I know it seems like we aren't as close as we used to be, and I don't like that. I…I wish that I had been there for you more when you lost your dad, but I'm not going to stand aside now. Hermione and I are always going to be there for you…" Harry started, only to be interrupted by Ron.

"I think she's cheating on me." Ron said quietly. That threw Harry for a loop.

"What?!" He asked disbelieving.

"She's always writing someone, and she won't tell me who. She doesn't like kissing me anymore, and every time I bring up his name, she changes the topic almost instantly. Gods Harry, I can't loose her. I love her so much…" Ron said, collapsing onto the ground beside the lake, tears running down his cheeks. Harry was immediately beside him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. If Harry had been surprised a moment ago, he was absolutely shocked by what Ron said next.

"Why didn't you confide in me? When you found out you were gay? I knew about Snape. Did you think I wouldn't be your best friend anymore? At first as I was mad, but then I was just hurt. And we kept getting further and further apart, and I just couldn't do anything about it because I thought you wanted it that way…you wouldn't talk to me. And then dad died, and Hermione started cheating on me…and now Albus is dead. I can't take much more of this Harry. I just can't." Ron confessed in a rush. He was suddenly on his feet. "I needed you Harry! All those years I never kept secrets from you damn it! All those times I trusted you with everything! But what did I get in return? You forget all about me to be with Snape, while my life falls into shambles! Don't give me bullshit about always having you as a friend, because for the last year you've been dead to me!" Ron shouted, pushing Harry forcefully and storming back to the school. Harry quickly stood up and ran after him, tackling him to the ground.

"You're being stupid, Ron! Give me another chance!" He pleaded, as Ron hauled his fist back and punched him for all he was worth. Harry went sprawling back in the snow while Ron stood up shakily. Harry squinted open his good eye, breathing hard as he stared at Ron. He was looking at his bloody fist with an unreadable expression on his face.

"God that felt good." He finally said, looking at Harry before extending a hand to help him up. Harry took it, shaking his head.

"I hope that's all out of your system…" Harry said ruefully, gingerly touching his busted lip. "Now will you talk with me?" Harry asked, feeling a tooth to see if it was loose. Ron looked up at the castle, then back at Harry.

"Yeah. I guess so." He said. The two young men started off across the grounds, all barriers between them finally dropped.

"I guess I didn't tell you about Severus and I because I just didn't want it to get around at first…I mean, I know a lot of people will be accepting of it, but there's a lot of people that won't…"

"Then they don't matter, Harry!" Ron tried.

"But they do, Ron. It wouldn't be just a few crude remarks or insulting jibes from a passer by in the hall…it would be all over the news. Can you imagine what would happen if someone like Rita Skeeter got wind of it? I won't lie to myself and say that it wouldn't draw attention. And you have to think of Severus too. He was a private man. If it had leaked out, he would have pushed me away. He might have even lost his job. During that time in my life, I needed him in a way that you could never help me with."

"I should think not." Ron replied indignantly. Harry laughed.

"Not like that. It was nice having someone that was gay that I could talk to about it. I was struggling with accepting it and dealing. And when I was around him, I felt protected. I knew he was always taking care of me…it was just a nice change. I couldn't risk what I had with him even if it did mean losing everything else. You know what it feels like to be completely in love with a person. Guess it made me think a bit unclearly." Harry said with a shrug. "I never meant to distance us, it just felt like we were going down different paths." Harry offered.

"I understand. You're forgiven…if you tell me the truth about Luke. You like him, don't you?" Ron asked with a knowing smile. Harry smiled, giggled, and then broke out into full blown laughter.

"If only you knew the half of it…" Harry finally managed. Ron was all ears.

"Okay, I'm going to come clean, and then we're going to think about this whole Hermione thing, deal?" Harry asked. Ron quickly nodded his head. They sat at the base of a tree overlooking the lake, quickly muttering some warming spells on themselves.

Harry told him everything, about the stones, and Voldemort rising again, about Severus coming back, and about Draco.

"At first Severus didn't like me at all, in fact, he had a thing for Draco."

Ron face faulted.

"You mean…Draco's…gay?" Ron asked astounded. "But I thought Hermione was sending him the love letters!" Harry shook his head.

"Draco is 100% gay. He dated Pansy awhile, but then he came out of the closet. They're just friends now." Harry informed. Ron shook his head.

"So Luke…is really Snape…only seventeen years old?" Ron asked incredulously. Harry nodded. "And the two of you are going to work together to get back this kidney stone…"

"Heart stone, Ron, heart stone." Harry corrected as he rolled his eyes.

"And Dumbledore had one too?"

"Yeah, just before he died he used his heart magic to connect with mine. We had a long talk, even though it only seemed like a few seconds to everyone else and we didn't say anything out loud. Dumbledore used his heart magic to fool everyone's memories, so that none of them recognized Severus." Harry told him.

"Blimey." Ron commented, relaxing against the tree as if to soak it all in.

"Yeah." Harry agreed as he mimicked Ron's pose. "Now it's your turn." Harry said. Catch me up on all I've missed over the past year." He said with a smile.

"Not much…" Ron said in a tone that suggested otherwise. "I'm sure you knew that Sirius and Remus started dating…"

"WHAT?!" Harry exploded, turning to stare open mouthed at Ron.

"Oh come on! As if you didn't see that a mile away!" Ron said.

"I…I just thought they were really good friends…" Ron started laughing at Harry's naivete.

"Right Harry, do you need me to explain the birds and the bees, too?" Ron asked jokingly. Harry shook his head, a scowl on his face.

"Damn those two. All those times I worried they would be mad over me being gay…all those times I needed someone to talk to about it that wasn't fucking Dean like a damn rabbit…" Harry trailed off, of course referring to Seamus. Ron sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose it would have made it easier for you. I just assumed you knew. Everyone does. I mean, god, even McGonagall knows…" Harry looked like he would spit fire.

"Oh just wait till I get my hands on those two…" He muttered.

"So anyway, I found out about that, and then it all started with Hermione." Ron said sadly. Harry immediately forgot his godfather and adopted uncle and gave his attention to Ron.

"Why did you think it was Draco?" He asked.

"Well, every time I talked about him, she'd change the subject. I could have sworn she was cheating on me with him…" Ron started.

"I changed the subject because I didn't think you knew about Harry being gay, and because I thought Harry was sneaking off to the dungeons to be with Draco. I'm not cheating on you with anyone Ron. All those letters I'm writing are to a man, but they aren't romantic. It's just that it's an old friend that I know you would get jealous over." Hermione interrupted as she sat down beside Ron.

"You mean you knew about me too?" Harry asked, completely pissed that all the secrecy he'd worked for had been completely obvious. He mentally snorted. If he had wanted a secret relationship, he should have probably taken some tips from Remus and Sirius.

"Oh honestly Harry, everyone knew you were gay except you, and you had to have Snape shagging your brains out before you even got the hint…no wonder you didn't catch on to Sirius and Remus…" Ron stated slightly sarcastic. Hermione looked surprised.

"You were seeing Snape? But he was a teacher, Harry!" Hermione accused. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Only you Hermione. Anyone else would have said 'But he was a man', or 'But he was old enough to be your father', but you…you say 'But he was a teacher!' Sometimes I worry about the way you think…" Ron commented.

"Thanks Ron, that helped." Harry said dryly.

"Any time, Harry. Any time." Ron replied cheekily. "Who are all the letters to, Hermione? I can't stand not knowing." Ron said. Hermione looked at him, taking his hand in hers.

"Victor Krum. He wants to come back to Hogwarts as a teacher. I've been corresponding with him for a long time." Hermione confessed. Ron looked serious.

"But it isn't anything romantic? I mean…you still love me?" He asked. Hermione nodded.

"Nothing romantic, and I'll always love you Ron." Hermione replied. Harry sniffled.

"I'll always love you too, Ron." Harry said as he wiped at fake tears in his eyes.

"Shut up, you blind git!" Ron replied huffily. Harry laughed and soon Ron and Hermione joined him. After awhile the three friends sat in silence, simply looking out over the lake.

"It feels like we're kids again, nothing between us." Hermione commented lightly, tilting her head to watch a bird land gracefully in the water.

"Oh, there's still a few things you need to know, Hermione." Harry said quietly. Harry spent the next hour filling her in. She remained silent.

"So Harry Potter is about to embark on yet another adventure." She said, looking at him with a smile. "Of course, you know Ron and I are coming with you." She stated, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Harry started to protest when Ron began to speak.

"Of course we're going with him. Snape doesn't know how to be a proper adventurer. He'll be completely clueless. He'll need us to teach him the subtle art of adventuring with Harry Potter…you know, the unspoken rules." Ron commented. Harry laughed.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Like you aren't ever of any use until the very end. And how one of us always has to get fatally injured in the final battle so that you can save us. Come on Harry, it's always been like that." Ron said jokingly. Harry laughed, and the group talked for a few more minutes before they lapsed into comfortable silence that Hermione eventually broke.

"You know, it seems everyone is on their way to a happy ending except one person."

"Who?" Ron asked curiously.

"Draco." Hermione replied. Harry scowled darkly.

"I thought he was my friend, and then he…he…" Harry couldn't even bring himself to say it.

"Oh Harry, don't you see? Draco is in love with you! He's always liked you, in a twisted kind of way, but now he really does like you! He's jealous of Snape; it's so obvious! I mean, think about it. Snape likes Draco, Draco likes you, and you like Snape. If Draco wanted to keep Snape away from you, all he'd have to do is sleep with him, make a few false promises…and then Snape is completely under his spell and you don't have a chance of winning him back. Then you think you've lost him, and Draco is there to pick up the pieces. No doubt that was what he wanted things to happen like." Hermione said. Harry and Ron let this soak in.

"So…you're saying we should find him someone else?" Harry asked.

"That…and I think we should tell him all about the stones and about Voldemort. I mean, he's going to find out sooner or later, and I think it would be better if he was firmly on our side just in case Voldemort does get powerful again." Hermione concluded.

"What about Blaise?" Ron asked.

"Blaise Zabini is gay?!" Harry asked surprised. Ron smacked his forehead.

"How many times are you going to ask that today?" Ron questioned with mock exasperation. Harry crossed his arms moodily.

"That's a good idea Ron…yeah…I think they'd make a great couple. Blaise is kind of mischievous, and he's definitely handsome. Not to mention we know that he's on the good side. We'll have to hook the two of them up…"

Very few people were left in the Great Hall, thankfully, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally made their way back inside. It was mostly those who had slept in, as it was already nine thirty. Harry spotted Severus talking with Dean, Seamus, and Neville, even cracking a smile at some of Seamus' antics. Draco was talking quietly with Pansy, and a few Ravenclaw third years were sleepily eating their breakfast. Professor Sprout was just getting up, and McGonagall was chatting with Flitwick.

And there was Remus and Sirius, talking and joking over a light breakfast as they did every morning, seemingly just best friends…

But really so much more…so very, very much more. Harry felt his anger taking control of him. He stormed up to the staff table, slapping the table in front of Sirius and Remus loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

"So I suppose you just didn't get around to telling me, huh? Let me think you were just good friends. But no more. I know the truth! Did you think I was blind? That I wouldn't find out?" Harry accused. Ron hopped up onto the table, breaking the tension of the moment.

"Oh sod off, Harry. You would never have figured it out if I hadn't told you." Ron said laughingly.

"That," He spoke sharply to Ron, "is completely irrelevant."

Sirius sighed wearily and put his napkin on the table. He shot a 'look' at Ron.

"Thank you, Ronald, for your intervention. Come along, Harry. Let's go have a talk. I'm sure you have some questions…" Sirius said, shooting a look to Remus that said he wasn't going to suffer though Harry all alone. Remus mimicked his sigh and abandoned his breakfast, standing and following Harry and Sirius out of the Great Hall and towards the two men's sleeping quarters.

When they entered, Harry promptly sat down and indicated they did as well.

"Okay, how long has this been going on?" He asked, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Since we were at Hogwarts." Sirius informed, casually relaxing into the sofa and crossing one leg over the other. Remus looked far more uncomfortable.

"Harry, I know that you might not approve of gay relationships…" Remus said worriedly. Harry cut in.

"Oh for Christ's sake, I'm very gay, or hadn't you both heard? Ron made it sound like I was walking around with it tattooed on my bloody forehead! And trust me, you two don't have anything on me." Harry said absently as he uncrossed his arms and began pacing. "It's just that I went through a really hard time when I was trying to come to terms with my sexuality, and it would have been so much easier if I had had someone I could talk to. Severus was helpful, but I needed you guys…All that time I was worried you wouldn't accept me…that you wouldn't want me in your lives anymore if you knew I was gay." Harry confessed, collapsing into the chair and looking ashamedly at his feet. Sirius was now standing.

"You mean…your…gay, Harry? And…SNAPE! What did he have to do with any of this?!" Sirius asked. "You mean you went to SNAPE before you came to one of us?"

"No Sirius. I didn't talk to Severus. I screwed him. We were lovers for a good part of last year and for some of the beginning of this one. We loved each other…and still do. Severus isn't dead." Harry said quietly, placing his head in his hands as if to shield himself from the onslaught that was sure to come at that revelation.

Surprisingly, none came. Sirius had simply passed out.

AN: God I love this story. This is my baby. My little fanfiction baby. I'm gonna give this to my kids some day.