In Loving MemoryHarry had just opened his eyes and realized it was morning, when he remembered the days event. They had planned this for the past three weeks, and even though he felt a certain emptiness every time he talked of it, he knew it would be a good day. At least it would be good when it was remembered later.
He yawned, and rolled over to kiss Severus good morning, only to discover he was already up. Or on his way out of bed at least. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Loosely wrapped in one of the large white sheets. In contrast to the white, his firm, but pale, and severely scarred body seemed tanned. Harry couldnt help thinking back to the first time theyd been together. How scared Severus had been to show Harry his body. Harry was scarred too, but not as bad. And not so badly scarred on the inside. Being neglected was one thing. Being abused was a whole other story.
He had let go of his fairs towards Harry. It had taken a quite a while, and things had been moving slow. It h
ReflectionsThere was no way in Azkaban this was gonna happen! None what so ever!
Severus was looking at himself in the mirror, that Albus for some insane reason had put in his cupboard, with the words that it would be safe from horny teenagers there.
Well, he wasn't a teenager, that was true...but as far as the reflection could tell, it stopped there. His reflection was rare to anyone who knew the "most sucsessfull potions master in modern history". Not only did it picture the man accompanied, witch in itself was a strange change in behaviour. In addition, he was smiling.
The grumpy feeling he had inside wasn't visible in the reflection, and he couldn't help wondering how it felt. He looked truly happy, and not being able to recall the feeling that brought upon a heart, made him sad. But the reflection didn't change. He couldn't stop staring - stop wondering. If the reflection of that other person would have changed to this as well, if he was told about this.
No!! It was NOT gonna happen. It was