Somewhere

just a quickie because i had it finished
about 11 chappies till the kiss....
and i've just written the first smut scene... but that's a while off yet
there is a tiny wee bit of non snarry smut in 15 chappies but the snarry starts in about 17...
so you have a while to wait and no matter how much you ask you're not gettin anything before then
it's already written and i'm not changing it

another thing
i'm SO sorry that i had anon comments off!
i didn't realise and it bugs me when people have it on so i'm my own worst enemy... but it's off now

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“Why did I have to leave it to the last minute?” he growled.

They were getting ready to leave for Diagon Alley and he’d left his packing to the last minute. Muttering angrily to himself he threw clothes and books haphazardly into his trunk, not caring how they landed. Weapons however were a different matter. Each one had been lovingly cleaned oiled and then wrapped in separate pieces of buckskin that Severus had conjured for him. Each one had then been shrunk and stored snugly in a small padded box.

That was how they’d spent most of the last week, Severus trying to make sure that Harry had finished all of his assignments for the new year and continually telling him to pack and Harry ignoring him in favour of cleaning, polishing and saying goodbye to his new animal friends. Now he had to be ready in ten minutes and he was nowhere near done. Picking up another t-shirt and a renegade sock he suddenly stopped and mentally slapped himself.

“Call yourself a wizard!” he mumbled as he pulled out his wand, “accio Harry Potter’s belongings.”

A myriad of things shot across the room and landed on the bed, including the gifts from the animals. Not wanting to leave them behind and offend his wrapped them in a t-shirt and shrank them down, tucking them in a corner of his trunk. Then pointing his wand at the rest of the things on the bed, he transferred them into the trunk where they arranged themselves neatly.

“Thanks Hermione,” he muttered, snapping the lid shut and shrinking it.

Snatching it up he slipped it into his pocket and headed downstairs. With Severus nowhere to be seen he got himself a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table. Checking one last time that he’d not left anything downstairs he finished his drink, set the glass on the sink and banished all the food from the kitchen, saving his beloved Rice Crispies first, of course. Sitting back at the table he delved into the box, eating a handful dry, waiting for Severus to appear. Finally he heard footsteps and the other man appeared followed by three floating trunks.

“I’ve been waiting ages. What took so long? What’s in the trunks?”

“I’ve been salvaging books from the study. That should answer both of your questions. Now if you’re ready, we shall be going.”

“Ok, but let’s do it outside, I want to see the garden one last time.” he said, shrinking the box of Rice Crispies and pocketing it.

Taking a last look round he thought about all the things that had happened here. He’d gotten over his fears, come into an inheritance, finally realised he was in love with Severus and got himself a kitten. Thinking about Shale he was glad that Dumbledore had come back the day before, offering to take the kitten and Hedwig with him. He missed the little ball of fluff already though and couldn’t wait to be reunited with the two of them.

“Come on before I change my mind about going back to teach you snot nosed brats.”

“HEY! We’re not all that bad.”

“That is simply a matter of opinion.”

Walking outside Severus shrank his trunks and put them into the pocket of his robes. Although they weren’t as cool as muggle clothing he was grateful to be back in his teaching robes. For one thing there were a lot more pockets.

“We’re going to have to wear glamours until we reach Hogwarts I’m afraid. If you don’t mind I’ll place them now then I’ll remove the wards and we shall leave.”

“Sure thing. Pimp me up Scotty,” he said with a giggle, earning a puzzled look from Severus, “never mind you won’t get it.”

“Obviously. Now please stand still.”

He felt an odd kind of tingling sensation run over his skin as the other man waved his wand over him and suddenly the rather painful effects of the Polyjuice incident came to mind. This time though, thank Merlin, there was just that weird tingling.

“Done,” said Severus, handing him a conjured mirror.

His hair had, well, shrunk back into the shirt messy style he used to have only now it was blonde, a bright sun bleached kind of blond, reminding him of a surfer beach bum. Along with that his scar was gone and his trademark emerald eyes were now a warm honey brown. He defiantly wasn’t going to be recognised.

“Cool. That’s pretty nifty. How come we don’t get taught that?” he said handing back the mirror.

“You do. This year.”

“Oh.”

Harry then watched as Severus turned his wand on himself and repeated the process. At first he couldn’t see any change, but then he blinked and a completely different man stood in front of him. For one thing, this man had a tan. Light, ice blue eyes, short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard finished the look. To anyone else the man in front of him would be stunningly attractive, but to Harry, he wasn’t. He wanted Severus back, pale skin, limp hair, sneer and all.

“I don’t like it,” he said before he’d even realised that he’d opened his mouth.

“Oh?”

“Ummm… no,” he said, rapidly turning a rather interesting shade of red.

“Well it’s lucky that it’s only temporary isn’t it. We wouldn’t want to upset the Boy Wonder.”

“I’ve told you not to call me that. I hate it.”

“I’m sorry, old habits die hard. Come, we should be going.”

“Ok,” he said moving along side the other man, ”Can we do this side along? I’m not particularly great at apparating yet.”

“Very well, arm around my waist please.”

Ok, so it was a bare faced lie. He could apparate perfectly well, he just wanted to be close to Severus one last time before they got back. He might look different but he was still the same man, still the one he’d fallen in love with. So putting his arm around the firm waist he shuffled closer and waited.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, go for it,” he said as he felt the wards drop.

They were just about to leave, when he saw the blackbird come hurtling across the garden towards him.

“Harry!” it shouted, just before it landed on his shoulder and they all disappeared with a pop.


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to the reviewers

Nanashi -- mmmm... Haji... i must say my affections are wavering slightly and i'm really glad you're enjoying it

Slowly_Disappearing -- chocolate rice crispies?! okay we don't have them here!! do yours still have snap, crackle and pop on them? they've just changed them here and they look funny now... yeah anywho thankies

ladyroo88 -- i've added you now and thankies for the cookies *chows down* nomnomnom :D i'm suprised that everyone like the knife bit so much... i actually debated on taking it out!!

Werewolf Mistress -- oo perfectly written... i like that! as for puppy dog eyes... it won't work... i'm friends with Vy the queen of puppy dog eyes... i am now immune!!

Angela -- in about 11 chappies i just counted

kunitsu -- sorry sorry sorry *grovels at your feet* i didn't no anon comments were disabled!! sorry! i'm glad you're enjoying it though

Kurai -- well i couldn't leave them behind... writing the weapons training bits have been some of my favorite bits to do!

mis -- lol yeah PLENTY of time yet. somehitng interesting happens in the next chapter and they finally get back to good ol' hoggywarts