Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Highlander Universe. If I did I would be famous. I am not.

This is a crossover. Has nothing to do with my other story even though some concepts might appear in both. Enjoy.

November 1979

London

He loved England. He really did. Days like today seemed to calm him. Dark, grey and raining. This thin rain that you couldn't escape, no matter what, that England was so famous of. He really did like it. No, the wet morning wasn't the reason he was frowning. Michael Daniels had other problems than the passing cars drenching him. He had to take a decision.

Michael Daniels was living in London for about thirty years now. He had a relationship with a girl that was too obvious she wanted to move on. He was one of the best astronomers in his field and member of the Institute of Physics. He had a respectable number of papers published under his name, and his students loved him.

Michael Daniels appeared to be in his early forties.

Michael Daniels could age no more. He had even grown a beard to hide his young face frozen in his early or mid twenties. At least that was how old he thought he was when he died for the first time. Michael Daniels was an immortal. And his time in this country was about to end. At least for this century. He stopped suddenly when he felt something strange. He raised his head and swore profoundly in every possible language that he knew.

Michael Daniels was also extremely stupid.

Oh his colleagues might have thought that his self absorbed and introspective character was the price for his brilliance, but he knew better. No one, however brilliant, was stupid enough to wander in an area where the back streets were so abandoned, with no other human life around – even if it was in the middle of London – especially if that man was an immortal. And one of the most hunted ones.

His hand was already reaching for the hilt of his sword, hidden inside his long grey coat – thank the gods for the English weather – when his mind registered that what he was feeling wasn't some one else's quickening. He paused and looked around him, his brows clouded in thought. He knew this feeling. This raising of his hair low in the neck, the feeling of the air around him subtly changing, as if something was about to happen. He just couldn't grasp where he had felt it before. It must have been a very long time ago.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man dressed all in black – robes? – literally appeared in front of him. For a moment they just stood there, Daniels' face betraying his astonishment, the other man's a mask of pain and fear. Then the unknown man groaned and fell to his knees, despite the tight hold on Daniels' coat.

"Help me." It was but a whisper, but Daniels heard it. The other man had a knife pocking out of his ribs in his back. Daniels knew that his hands were painted red, as well as he knew that the man was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. Just be there when he would wake up again, in his new life.

Daniels sighed. He had felt the young man's quickening as soon as he had appeared in the alley. And with it he had remembered what the feeling he had earlier was. The young immortal was also a wizard and Daniels wanted nothing more than to leave the man and get the hell out of there. This man was trouble, he just knew it. And it wasn't just because of the knife in his back. There were incredibly few immortals born as wizards, or the other way around.

He felt the signature in the air change once more, and he knew that both the man was dead and that there was company coming. And he could easily guess it would be people this boy knew.

"Oh well, I did want to change my life, anyway." He said to no one in a strangely surrendered voice. "I really do hope you are worth it." He took hold of the wizard and apparated them away, just as the company arrived.

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It felt like his lungs were on fire. For a few seconds all he could do was cough, trying to get one more breath to appease his starved lungs. His heart felt like lead in his chest. He hadn't felt so bad even when facing the after effects of the Crucio curse.

What the hell had happened?

He felt like he had died.

The severe looking young man stayed unmoving in the bed, for a moment, his eyes closed. It was not the time to panic. First he had to…in the bed!…shit! His eyes snapped opened and he practically jumped out of the bed. Unfortunately he hadn't thought that this might be a bad idea. He landed on the floor, his body weak as a kitten, feeling as if he didn't have a bone inside him.

And that irritating headache. If only it would go away.

"It will fade in a while." An amused voice reached him and he raised his eyes from the floor to meet a tall, lanky man.

"How did you know?" his question seemed stupid when the man nodded at his palm holding his head as tight as if his life depended on it. "Who are you?" he asked, lowering his hand. The headache had indeed receded. He looked around him. This was a spacey bedroom, with big windows overlooking to a lake. Thin curtains blurred the view but you could still see the mountains across the lake. "Scratch that, where the hell am I?" he said in a mere whisper, fear obvious in his voice. It was at that instant that he realised he didn't have his wand, or indeed anything of the things hidden in his robes. Hell, he didn't even have his robes on. His eyes widened as he looked down at himself. He was naked but for a pair of boxers that most certainly were not his own.

"Sorry about the clothes." The strange man told him, his lips turning upwards a bit – as if in a controlled smile. "They were rather ruined by the blood."

Blood?

"As to where we are, in my place, somewhere in Wales. No need to know where, exactly." He said happily, in a manner that bore too much in common with a certain Headmaster he knew. "I will tell you who I am, providing of course you tell me who you are."

"How did I come here? What blood?" the young man raised himself back into the bed, the sheets becoming a sort of protection from the knowing and penetrating eyes of the man before him.

"Don't you remember?"

The young wizard tried to block the memories for a moment, just so that he could study the other man better. He was probably as tall as he was and lean, if not thin. His eyes had the most peculiar colour he had seen. Green in one moment they looked gold the next instance as if the colour had not yet been decided when he was born. A roman nose, smaller than his own, but then again that didn't say a lot. He did have a big nose after all.

The man seemed to be in his early forties, his dark brown hair falling past his shoulders not quite curly, while his beard couldn't hide the amused smirk that he was sending towards him. The man knew exactly what he was doing. A memory flashed in front of him, of this same man in an alley, grasping him when his knees went dead. He had a knife in his back then, hadn't he?

"What did you do to me?" he asked a bit confused, as his hands flied to where the knife or wound should be. There was nothing. "How did you heal me so fast?" he knew that he had a severe injury, that could have proven fatal. And yet here he was. In the company of a man that had apparently saved him, but of whom he knew nothing, with a wound that was healed, no scar added to the others.

"I didn't do anything." His saviour said. "You did the whole hard job of healing yourself from a death wound. I only brought you here, away from those that hunted you. And now you owe me some explanations."

"I…I don't know what you are talking about."

"Yeah, right, and this is the best line ever, I assume?" the sarcasm was dripping from his voice. "Ok. Let's do this the other way around. I tell you what I know of you, and you fill the gaps, agreed?"

"I don't even know you! You've never seen me in your life before." The young wizard said utterly perplexed. "What makes you think you can presume what…who I am?"

"You are a wizard." The man said calmly. "Oh, yes, I know about wizards. I am no muggle, my self, but then again I am no wizard either. And neither are you, if I was to be exact, but you think you are."

"Huh…I don't think I am a wizard. I know I am one."

"Yes, yes of course. But you won't be for long."

"Now you lost me."

"Just here me out, ok? Good. You are more than a wizard. You are also a Death Eater." At that the young wizard gasped and shrunk back at the bed.

"How…how…"

"You mean besides the regalia and the mark on your arm?" the man smiled satisfied as the boy's hand shot to cover the offending arm. "You pretty much gave yourself away now, you know." He walked closer to the bed and scrutinised him. "But that is not all is it? The men after you, they were Death Eaters, right?"

"I…I don't know." He said curled into a ball.

"What is your name, boy?"

"Snape, Severus." The young wizard didn't notice the look of surprise that passed on the other man's face, as he had lowered his eyes. He knew that he was lost. He was cornered. This man knew about him. Knew that he was a Death Eater and who ever he was, he was not going to let him go just like that. Snape could see no way out of it.

"Figures." He whispered. "How old are you?"

"25. Who are you?"

"Just a boy." The man sighed causing Snape to look at him strangely. He seemed tired somehow. Older that he appeared to be. His eyes were darkened as in a far away thought. "Always the young ones, right?" he asked looking – upwards? Snape had a mind to believe that this man was crazy.

"Who are you, and what in Merlin's balls is going on here?" he asked again raising his voice a bit. The man seemed to brighten up again in the mention of Merlin, as in some private joke.

"You may call me…hmm…someone the watchers don't or won't know. Dr. Adams, won't work, and neither will Pierson. Oh, well. Daniels will stay around a bit longer." The man finished his inner dialogue and turned sparkling eyes to Snape's black ones. "You may call me Michael. Daniels."

"Let me hazard a guess. This isn't your real name?" Daniels burst out laughing.

"What gave you that idea?" he replied when he had himself under control. "No, no it is not. But it will do. Now to come back to you, boy. You are a Death Eater, hunted down by Death Eaters. Aurors wouldn't stab someone. They do prefer to keep their hands clean, after all. But Lord Voldemort can't possibly have ordered this. He wouldn't want to loose you, from his fold. You are a Snape. Power, wealth, dark arts are all synonym with your name. That makes you a mystery. Where are your parents?"

"Dead. How do you now all these about me?" Snape demanded to know, trying to hide, not very successfully, how apprehensive he truly was.

"I am a student of human nature. And History." He shrugged the question away. "You are trying to get out, aren't you?" Daniels speculated.

"I am out." Snape almost snapped. Then his eyes grew larger. What the hell? For six years he kept secret after secret. For two years now no one but Dumbledore knew that he was a spy against the Dark Lord, and now, in the space of a few minutes, he actually betrayed himself to someone he didn't know at all. What was wrong with him?

"Ah! A spy! How, very, very interesting." Daniels said, his hands clasping briefly in excitement, his English accent intensifying in purpose. "Against the Dark Lord. How very brave of you." Snape could not help but snort. "Ah. You are not a Gryffindor then."

"Now way in hell." was the curt reply.

"A man after my own heart. A Slytherin. We are going to get along just fine." Daniels smiled widely, while Snape decided that the man had indeed lost his mind.

"What are you talking about? I am out of here, now. I don't know how you healed me and thank you very much, I am in your debt, but I have to go."

"You are not going anywhere." The sudden change in the voice startled him. Before him, no more was the amused, unassuming man of a minute ago, but someone else who smelled of danger and death. "We are not finished. Like it or not, you died in front of me. Like it or not you are now of my people. An immortal. And though I don't like it at all, I am going to be your teacher, for as long as I deem necessary. Understood?"

There really was one reply Snape could give. Only one that was expected.

"Yes."

"Good." The easy going man was back again. "Rest now. We'll talk in the morning. By the way, I have your wand and knives. Impressive, really. Oh, I wouldn't bother trying to escape. The room is warded, and trust me not even your Lord could break them."

And with that he left him alone, the sun slowly fading behind the horizon.

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