(This story is in the process of being rewritten. So small typos and grammar errors will be taken care of. If by any chance we do miss something then, oh well. I am only doing this once for every chapter because it is so tedious to go through the entire process more than once. Nothing in the story will be changed as this process goes on. There is no need to worry about that. I would like to thank {TinkerVine le Fey} for all of her help since she is the one who took it upon herself to go through all of this story herself. Thanks Pixie.)

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This story does NOT follow canon. Some things do since I want to keep it close to it, but it's going to take a left turn fast. I wanted to give Snape and Potter a chance at happiness. This is my attempt at it. I will bash heavily on Dumbledore. I hate him with a passion. There is no reason no matter how justified by a 'greater good' philosophy to ever leave a child on a doorstep in November and never check on him. "Hey Petunia, your sister and her husband are dead. If you don't take care of this kid you won't get protection from the nut jobs that followed the bastard that killed them. So here's her kid." Even if they were estranged, that is no way to tell someone their sister died. I'm also going to bash the Dursleys. I will bash on Dudley lightly only because he is a kid and raised by those two idiots. Ron and Hermione will also get bashed a bit. Yes, I know. I love Hermione but the girl has issues brought on by years of anti-social behaviour and bullying. Ron is just over-coddled by his mother and has deep insecurities, jealousy and anger problems.

Severus Snape was born on January 9, 1960.

1990 he is 30 years old.

I have also made a technology jump. I can't stand the thought of not having the common use of basic technology in the Wizarding World already.

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Severus Snape woke up with the worst headache he had ever felt. His mouth felt dry and fuzzy with a horrible aftertaste. His head felt like a couple of bludgers were bouncing about in his skull. His body ached in different places like he had fallen multiple times or gotten in a fight all night. He winced as he heard his back pop in multiple places as he sat up from the bed. He wandlesssly and wordlessly accioed a hangover potion of his own making and drank it down greedily. He took a few breaths to centre himself and then began to look around.

He was startled by the lurid décor. The room was a gaudy bright purple from hell - or Dumbledore's closet. It was huge with cheesy 'art' on the walls. The carpeting was hypnotic and nauseating. The clock on the nightstand next to him said it was three in the afternoon. Three! He had never slept in so late. Ever. He looked around and noticed the open door leading to the bathroom and went inside. He froze once he looked into the mirror. Only wearing pants so he was mostly bare to the world. He was covered in scratches, bruises and... love bites? He was confused about the last one but he was sure that's what they were. He normally saw them on the horny brats he had to pull apart on patrols.

He quickly pulled his pants away from himself and stared. He had definitely had sex last night. Severus quickly went about his morning ablutions and a quick shower. Walking into the bedroom in a towel while drying his hair off the muggle way distracted him for a moment. He wasn't alone. He quickly spun around and locked eyes with a smiling woman with the sheets to below her waist one hand draped casually on her hip while the other held her head up. She looked like a siren calling him back to bed. Years of discipline, however, didn't allow him to show how much he was affected by her while he maintained his 'mask'.

Clearly he had been affected by the alcohol more than he thought if he didn't sense her presence after the potion. His eyes raked over her and he was surprised at what he found. She was beautiful. Tanned skin with few tiny freckles dotted about. Even from a distance, he could tell she took care of herself. Her raven black hair fell straight down her back and arm as she rested on her side. If he was honest with himself he was envious of her non-greasy hair. Her breasts looked to be about a handful to him and he was glad for having big hands. When he looked up to her face he could see her smile turning into a small smirk. He had not been subtle in his perusing. Her brown eyes met his and he could see the amusement in them at his expression. Her makeup was still in place without a single smudge. He hoped magic did that.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello," she replied. An American accent greeted him. There was a hint of something else though but he wasn't in any capacity to think on it.

"Did we spend the night together?" he asked trying to remember what the fuck he did last night.

"Yes," she said. The amusement was growing in her eyes. She still didn't make a move to cover herself.

"How did we meet?" he asked as his mind drew a giant blank.

It was terrifying. He had never gotten so pissed that he lost his memory. His Occlumency didn't detect any Obliviation so whatever happened was alcohol-induced.

"You don't remember how we met?" she asked.

She looked genuinely surprised. He was tempted to dive into her mind but thought better of it. The last he remembered he was in a magical hotel and he wasn't sure if she was a witch or not. He shook his head to indicate the negative.

"Well, we met at the Lucky Leprechaun around 10 p.m. last night. I was with a few friends enjoying the nightlife while you were drinking what looked like fire whiskey. You were still alone at the bar when it was my turn to get our drinks. While I was there you made a rude comment about my heels. I believe you said 'Those bloody things look like murder on your toes.' I said 'They are but they make my ass and tits look great.' You then eyed me from head to toe and said 'I concur. Your ass does look delicious.'," she said with a flirty smirk on her lips.

Severus cheeks only slightly pinked from her story. He could not believe he had been so crass. Sure, he was an ass but he never talked to women like that unless they insulted him first. Even then he mostly took the high road. At least now he knew she was at least magical or a squib since the Lucky Leprechaun was a wizarding bar.

"You have my sincere apologies for my uncouth comment last night. I should not have said that" he said. He was now picturing her with heels on and it was making things 'hard'.

"Don't be. I appreciate the comments since I actually did dress up and made an effort. It's nice to be complimented by someone who didn't follow up his comment with his hands trying to see if they felt as good as they looked," she said with a smirk. He was starting to like that smirk.

"Oh, then... you're welcome?" he replied not knowing what to say.

It's not like he had any experience with a receptive woman. He lost his virginity to a muggle girl during his seventh year Yule holidays. He was drunk then too and it wasn't that great to begin with. Then, his later attempts were with one Death Eater female and three hookers. Each one left him feeling only sated but empty. Yes, he was 30 and had only had sex five times. Well, apparently now it was six.

"Do you remember anything after that?" she asked.

"No. The entire night seems to be a blank. Would you mind telling me what else you remember?" he asked in perfect politeness. One did not associate with the Malfoys and not pick up a thing or two.

"Well. I laughed at your comment then thanked you and headed back to my group with our drinks. Later we all decided to go out to the muggle side to dance. The music is usually better there anyway. You were still at the bar and since I was the fifth wheel that night so I decided to invite you with us. My friends encouraged you to join when you protested and only gave in when I said I needed a dance partner for the night. After that, we drank some more and went to three different clubs. Then we came back to the magical district to go to our hotels but you and I stayed at the bar. After that, I have no idea but I'm guessing we ended up in your room since this isn't mine," she said.

It took Severus a second to come to a realization.

"This isn't my room, either," he replied. "House elf!" he said in a commanding voice.

"Master called?" an elf said while popping into the room.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Master and Miss are in an upgraded suite. Master won last night and the hotel upgraded his room for free," the elf said. Apparently it was used to people asking it where they were.

"Thank you. That will be all," he said. "Well, apparently we also gambled last night."

"It would appear so. Do you happen to have another hangover potion on you? I don't think I could stand - let alone walk - without one," she asked as she raised an eyebrow only slightly.

"Of course," he said as he summoned another bottle from his coat pocket.

Her mouth tilted upwards at his impressive display over his control of his own magic. He handed her the potion and moved away from her quickly to gather his clothes before he lost his nerve.

"Thank you," she said then grimaced at the taste. She took her time to gather herself and then proceeded to take out her wand and summon her things.

Severus was mercifully back in his pants and was buttoning his trousers will she was distracted. He really didn't want to make this more awkward than it already was.

"I am sorry for those. Would you like me to heal them?" he heard her ask.

"No harm done. I already checked them over in the bathroom earlier and they are nothing serious. Are you alright?" he asked while carefully glancing in her direction.

She had the sheet wrapped around her like a toga while she gathered her things. Her clothes, from what he could tell, consisted of a slinky dress that was a deep shiny blue, almost black. The shoes that started it all were a crazy five-inch thin heel with too many straps to be comfortable. They did look sexy though. Taking a closer look at her he could tell that she was incredibly short. 'No wonder she needed those heels.' He knew he was above average in height at his 6'2" But she looked to be a tiny even 5' maybe give or take an inch or two. She had a slender body with modest curves that managed to make her look sexy and innocent at the same time. She turned to the side for a moment and he got the first view of her ass. Yes, she did have a delicious looking ass. He turned his back to her to give her more privacy. He was beginning to button up his shirt when he heard the bathroom door close. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dressed.

He was fully clothed when she reemerged from the bathroom in a knee-length, dark blue, short-sleeved dress with three-inch casual sandals. 'Nice Transfiguration,' he thought.

"Thank you for the potion and what I assume to be good sex last night," she said with a smile on her lips as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

His mouth twitched in the corners. Even if he didn't remember last night his body sure did.

"No thanks needed. I just wish I remembered it," he replied.

"So do I. I must be going, though," she said as she approached the door.

His manners kicked in and he opened the door for her. He took her hand and with a slight bow he then lightly kissed over her knuckles.

"It was surely a lovely night. Have a good day Miss..." he paused, realizing he didn't even know her name.

She looked bemused when he kissed her hand and had a slight blush. She burst into light laughter when he was stumped on her name.

"Oh my, I don't know your name either!" she said with laughter evident in her voice.

"My name is Severus Snape," he said. "What. It is." He said when she looked at him in disbelief. Did his past reach the States?

"I have never heard the name Severus before. I thought you were making it up. Like when someone says their name is Joe Smith," she said with amusement. "My name is Adrianna Vega."

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Vega, and I assure that is my real name," he said with a slight inclination of his head.

She gave a slight pleased grin at his manners.

"Likewise, Mr Snape. Have a pleasant day," she said as she walked out the door.

"You as well," he said as he closed the door behind her.

Severus sat back and took a deep breath. It wasn't what he thought would happen this week, but he wasn't complaining. With those final thoughts in mind, he simply went about his day and put the whole experience behind him. Overall, this trip could have ended a lot worse.