There really is no excuse for why I haven't uploaded in so long, I'm sorry.

Harry sat at the kitchen table doing his homework. He couldn't concentrate, the events of that day still prominent in his mind. Why couldn't he just forget?

The wizard hated himself for still hoping for a future together with Edward.

Of course the vampire had kissed him and he definitely had enjoyed it, but his mate still had a girlfriend and it wasn't looking like he was planning on breaking up with her.

Harry had seen him roll his eyes a lot when with Bella, but that didn't mean anything, did it?

Everybody was annoyed with somebody else sometimes, especial when spending a lot of time with them.

Shaking his head to disperse the annoying Edward-thoughts, Harry packed up his homework –he wouldn't finish it now anyway- and stood up to make something to eat.

Severus would be home from work in about 20 minutes and he was always hungry after a long day. Cooking always relaxed him and it helped clear his mind concentrating on making food.

Even though they hadn't been living in Forks for long, this little house surrounded by trees, felt like more of a home than the Dursley's ever would. It didn't quite reach what he felt for Hogwarts, with all his friends and housemates, but the silence and peace of an own room was nice in its own way.

Harry missed Hermione and Ron a lot, he couldn't even write letters to them because Dumbledore was paranoid Voldemort was tracking every kind of communication in hope of finding Harry.

Fawkes had delivered a few messages to update them on what was happening in Britain, but they were very short and they had to be very careful of what they sent back just in case the dark lord found a way to intercept the phoenix.

Harry worried that Voldemort might get frustrated with searching for him and would instead try to make the boy come to him with kidnapping one or multiple of his friends. He tried not to think about that.

Voldemort strode down the main hall of Malfoy Manor.

He had a problem. A big problem.

The scripts hadn't said anything about this, he was sure of it, he had read them thoroughly. Twice.

The Dark Lord was wearing a Robe that was covering every part of his body but his face and he was also wearing gloves to hide his handy. It wouldn't do for his minions to see what was happening to his vessel.

Charms his what was happening to his face, but he always had to concentrate at least a bit of his magic on holding them up or people would see. Would see the slow degradation of his body.

Voldemort would have to ask Snape to look into a potion that would slow down or terminate the rotting of a body. Thinking of the potions master, he hadn't been there at the last death eater gathering. Slowing his stride and then changing directions the Dark Lord went on his way to look for the owner of the Manor.

"Lucius!" The man's shoulders stiffened and he turned around slowly, schooling his features.

"Have you seen Severus lately? I'm in need of his expertise" Voldemort said.

"No, I haven't seen him, he is in Germany right no. He said he needed to attend some business there. Some herbs only available overseas I think." The Malfoy patriarch answered in a cold tone.

The Dark Lords face clouded and Lucius could feel the dark magic snapping around them.

"Why didn't he ask for permission?"

"I believe it was a quite rash decision. If that is all my Lord, they are in need of me at the Ministry." With that he bowed and apparated after receiving a grim nod from Voldemort.

The Dark Lord was furious.

All attempts of getting a hold of Severus had been fruitless. It seemed as if the potions Master had vanished of the face of the earth and that just wouldn't do. Not with the changes his body was going through.

Not even with the dark mark he could be found and that frustrated the Dark Lord to such a degree that even Nagini had taken to avoiding him as much as possible.

It had been weeks since Voldemort had seen Snape lastly and with each passing day his rage grew.

How could that man be so insolent as to not show his visage when his lord called for him.

Severus had been on edge the last few days. His Dark Mark had been itching for some time now, Dumbledore had found a way to intermit the connection between the Dark Lord and Severus' Mark so that the Dark Lord was not able to find him with it.

Severus hated that he was even marked at all. The doctor from the hospital had been on his mind a lot. He made him think of his incapability to maintain a relationship, Dumbledore and Voldemort had always demanded his full attention, not leaving any time for prolonged human interaction.

He didn't blame Dumbledore as much, even though the Headmaster had laid a lot of responsibility on him from a young age on. Voldemort was the cause of all of it in the end, hadn't he chosen to become the next Dark Lord, Dumbledore wouldn't have been forced to lay all his hopes on Severus and Harry.

The dark lord, even more than ever, ad become the bane of Severus' existence.

At the same time he felt guilty for not being able to give his mate a whole man in a way. Voldemort and his childhood had chipped away most of his natural personality and left behind only sarcasm and a broken man.

Even though the doctor might be his true mate that surely meant his self before all of his suffering.

There was no way anyone would want a broken soul. Hell he didn't want it.

The only thing making him feel better lately was Harry, he was starting to feel and act like Molly Weasley, fussing over the boy like a mother Hen.

He really had gotten used to living with the boy and he enjoyed it immensely.

I hope to update more often from now on