A/N: I've added a new POV to this chapter to get a few details across, and
mostly because I needed a third person POV- I was sick of writing in all
first person. So, at any rate, this took longer to get up because I had a
debate tournament (I did really well!!!) and I didn't have too much time.
Also, the narrator POV is represented by this: ~~~~~
Part Seven
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In the next few years, Harry severed all ties with everybody, citing his need to "be alone" for a time. The wizarding world believed that Harry was under the Fidelius charm, with Dumbledore as his secret-keeper. In reality, however, it was Severus Snape who knew the only way to contact him. Finally, in the summer that he turned 21, Dumbledore asked that he allow Severus to come visit him.
**Harry**
I didn't know exactly what day Severus was going to get here, so I decided to get ready for work. I was a "punisher", a dom for an underground club. Everyone who asked me in the daylight hours what I did for a living thought I worked nights in a bar. Of course, most of the building was filled with my friends and coworkers, so it was fine. I didn't have any nosy neighbors spying on my routines.
I got out a pair of leather pants, a long black leather jacket, and a long riding crop to hang down my belt. I tied back my shoulder-length, black hair, and finished the outfit with black eyeliner. Just as I finished, the doorbell rang, and I went to open it, figuring that it was my friend, Mark. Instead, I found Severus.
/ / Severus \ \
He opened the door and I was. speechless. He had grown into his pale, good looks. The long hair fit him, and the outfit. I never realized someone could look that good in leather. I very literally looked him up and down before I realized that he was staring at me, also. As soon as we both realized, however, he stood aside and held the door open for me to walk into his flat.
"Harry." I said, with a nod.
"Severus." He replied. "Do you need to put any of your things down? I can transfigure you up some curtains to make a separate 'room', if you wish." He had a top-floor loft apartment, with large windows, and another section off to the left, that cupped the hall entry, which I assumed held his bedroom and bath.
"That would be very nice of you. Thanks." As I looked around the apartment, Harry turned and transfigured up a large bed in the corner and a set of curtains to partition it off from the rest of the apartment. "Now, may I ask, what are you doing dressed up like that?"
Harry looked awkward. "It's my job. I can't explain, but I can show you. If you like. The boss doesn't mind if we bring friends to watch, but they have to be dressed right. So, if you want to know, you'll have to come over to my friend Mark's apartment and you can borrow some of his clothes. They should fit you about right."
I nodded and followed him out of the apartment.
**Harry**
I knocked on Mark's door just down the hall, and I heard his answering yell, and we walked in. Mark walked into the main room already dressed. He was neutral, neither dom nor sub, but he was the bartender. He used to be a dom, like me, and showed me the ropes. "Hey, Mark, this is my friend Severus Snape, from my school in England. I wanted to bring him in tonight, to watch. Could he borrow some of your old clothes tonight?"
"Sure, man, I think mine'll fit him just about right. Follow me." I motioned to Severus to follow us into his bedroom, and we went to the closet. Mark picked a bundle of clothes and handed them to Severus, and pointed him towards the bathroom. "Go in there to change. If you can't figure out how to put something on, leave it off and we'll tell you when you come out."
As Severus walked away, he began to ask me questions. "How do you know him?"
"He was one of my professors back at school. In my final year, about halfway through it, I was transferred to another House, like a dormitory or a fraternity, and he was my Head, and my friend, when I had no one there to turn to."
"I thought you had a clean break with your past. Didn't you say that before?"
"Yeah, I did. Severus was the only one who knew how to reach me, and only in case of an alarming, horrifying, awful eventuality. It seems that the time has come. I presume, however, that he has come under the guise of asking me to take a particular teaching position that has never held anyone for more than a year or so."
"What position?"
"Personal Defense. Teachers never seem to do well in it, but it was by far my best subject."
"Oh. There's the door. I think your friend is coming out now."
I turned around to look at Severus, and I decided that he looked good in black leather. He held a fishnet top in his hands, trying to figure it out. I sighed and shook my head, and started to walk over to him, as I said, "here, let me do it." I took the top out of his hands, and deftly wrapped it around his body properly, and then took black eyeliner from my pocket, and smudged it on his eyes expertly. In the background, Mark wolf- whistled, and we set off for the club.
Part Seven
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In the next few years, Harry severed all ties with everybody, citing his need to "be alone" for a time. The wizarding world believed that Harry was under the Fidelius charm, with Dumbledore as his secret-keeper. In reality, however, it was Severus Snape who knew the only way to contact him. Finally, in the summer that he turned 21, Dumbledore asked that he allow Severus to come visit him.
**Harry**
I didn't know exactly what day Severus was going to get here, so I decided to get ready for work. I was a "punisher", a dom for an underground club. Everyone who asked me in the daylight hours what I did for a living thought I worked nights in a bar. Of course, most of the building was filled with my friends and coworkers, so it was fine. I didn't have any nosy neighbors spying on my routines.
I got out a pair of leather pants, a long black leather jacket, and a long riding crop to hang down my belt. I tied back my shoulder-length, black hair, and finished the outfit with black eyeliner. Just as I finished, the doorbell rang, and I went to open it, figuring that it was my friend, Mark. Instead, I found Severus.
/ / Severus \ \
He opened the door and I was. speechless. He had grown into his pale, good looks. The long hair fit him, and the outfit. I never realized someone could look that good in leather. I very literally looked him up and down before I realized that he was staring at me, also. As soon as we both realized, however, he stood aside and held the door open for me to walk into his flat.
"Harry." I said, with a nod.
"Severus." He replied. "Do you need to put any of your things down? I can transfigure you up some curtains to make a separate 'room', if you wish." He had a top-floor loft apartment, with large windows, and another section off to the left, that cupped the hall entry, which I assumed held his bedroom and bath.
"That would be very nice of you. Thanks." As I looked around the apartment, Harry turned and transfigured up a large bed in the corner and a set of curtains to partition it off from the rest of the apartment. "Now, may I ask, what are you doing dressed up like that?"
Harry looked awkward. "It's my job. I can't explain, but I can show you. If you like. The boss doesn't mind if we bring friends to watch, but they have to be dressed right. So, if you want to know, you'll have to come over to my friend Mark's apartment and you can borrow some of his clothes. They should fit you about right."
I nodded and followed him out of the apartment.
**Harry**
I knocked on Mark's door just down the hall, and I heard his answering yell, and we walked in. Mark walked into the main room already dressed. He was neutral, neither dom nor sub, but he was the bartender. He used to be a dom, like me, and showed me the ropes. "Hey, Mark, this is my friend Severus Snape, from my school in England. I wanted to bring him in tonight, to watch. Could he borrow some of your old clothes tonight?"
"Sure, man, I think mine'll fit him just about right. Follow me." I motioned to Severus to follow us into his bedroom, and we went to the closet. Mark picked a bundle of clothes and handed them to Severus, and pointed him towards the bathroom. "Go in there to change. If you can't figure out how to put something on, leave it off and we'll tell you when you come out."
As Severus walked away, he began to ask me questions. "How do you know him?"
"He was one of my professors back at school. In my final year, about halfway through it, I was transferred to another House, like a dormitory or a fraternity, and he was my Head, and my friend, when I had no one there to turn to."
"I thought you had a clean break with your past. Didn't you say that before?"
"Yeah, I did. Severus was the only one who knew how to reach me, and only in case of an alarming, horrifying, awful eventuality. It seems that the time has come. I presume, however, that he has come under the guise of asking me to take a particular teaching position that has never held anyone for more than a year or so."
"What position?"
"Personal Defense. Teachers never seem to do well in it, but it was by far my best subject."
"Oh. There's the door. I think your friend is coming out now."
I turned around to look at Severus, and I decided that he looked good in black leather. He held a fishnet top in his hands, trying to figure it out. I sighed and shook my head, and started to walk over to him, as I said, "here, let me do it." I took the top out of his hands, and deftly wrapped it around his body properly, and then took black eyeliner from my pocket, and smudged it on his eyes expertly. In the background, Mark wolf- whistled, and we set off for the club.