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[aurorpotter]

Who: Harry and Snape
What: LOL Harry's like ten years younger than him now. THIS AMUSES ME
When: Sometime Sunday
Where: Library
Rating: Medium-ish
Status: Incomplete

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[potion_stained]

"Ten points from Gryffindor. What are you doing out...out off...."

He voice trailed off as he took in the man standing before him. He couldn't be Harry Potter. Potter was a pimple nosed pre-pubescent brat!

"How is this happening and why can't I apparate home?

[aurorpotter]

"Best I can tell is a really massive displacement." Harry didn't want to put it down to magic. There had to be other reasons for it but it was the idea he came back around to most often. Something was missing that he couldn't remember just then, but maybe if he could unscramble his head, maybe then he'd know what it was.

"We're not the only ones effected, for whatever that's worth to you."

[potion_stained]

"And what efforts have you made to go back? I assume you've tried Appration, that is assuming of course you passed your test. Bloody hell, you're just a child!

[aurorpotter]

"Across the Atlantic? I like both my feet and head, thanks." Harry rolled his shoulders and let out a gusty sigh. "Tried a Portkey. It dumped me in an open field. Tried to Apparate from there, wound up in an alleyway instead of Diagon Alley. Took a bus to my flat and found it being lived in and not obliterated."

That had been yesterday before he found the online community and went looking back through his own personal entries to determine what the hell had happened. None of it looked promising. The best he got from it was he'd been there about as long as he had guessed and managed to get a job on the police force. Snape had been missing for a time too, which explained nothing either way.

"I'm not a child. I haven't been for a long time now."

[potion_stained]

Snape scrubbed his face before looking at Harry again. At least he grew into his looks, and his body was...fit. But it was hard to imagine this was the same boy he taught just weeks ago.

You said I was dead. How do I die?

[aurorpotter]

"Do you really want to know?" Harry asked quietly. All the anger draining from his tone. He didn't enjoy talking about it. He'd talked himself into a state of exhaustion at one point over it. "Or are you just asking to change the subject?"

[potion_stained]

"I'm curious about both. Right now I'm in the summer before your fourth year. Dumbledore had it in his head to have the Tri Wizard Tournament, all things."

"So yes, I do wish to know."

[aurorpotter]

Harry's expression went flat. "You got bit by a snake and bled to death on the floor of the Shrieking Shack."

[potion_stained]

"I find that hard to believe. Considering my recent trip to the Shrieking Shack ended in me being stunned by students, I see no reason to go back."

[aurorpotter]

"Brilliant. You're terrified of students now?" Harry mussed his hair and dropped his head. "Why would I lie about that?"

[potion_stained]

"Don't be ridiculous. The place is decaying and decrepit and I'd rather not fall through the floor!"

Snape didn't see any indications of lying, on Potter's part, but it didn't make sense.

"And when does this happen?"

[aurorpotter]

"About two hours before Voldemort dies." Harry snorted and leaned back on the step.

[potion_stained]

Those words sent a chill down Snape's spine. His voice was a soft and angry rasp.

"When did he return? Does Dumbledore know?"

He couldn't seem to get his mind to sync up his present with Potter's past.

[aurorpotter]

"He did know, yes." Harry frowned and gazed up at Snape's pinched face. It was almost like talking to a ghost. A very expressive, grouchy ghost. Harry'd had a weird enough week that thinking that way honest to God helped him.

"It helped that he believed me when I said it."

[potion_stained]

Snape sat on the library steps, his face paler than usual. Without thinking, he pushed up his sleeve, staring at the Mark on his arm. It looked the same as it always had, but he stared at it, as if expecting the Dark Lord's call at any moment.

"But he is dead now? You're certain?"

[aurorpotter]

"I pretty much obliterated his soul, for what that's worth to you." Harry tilted his head to the side and watched Snape fiddle with his sleeve. The Dark Mark wasn't nearly as forbidding as it once had been. "I died too. That might make you happy to know."

Except Harry knew it wouldn't, knew it rather intimately in a sort of painfully embarrassing, personal type of way. He also knew Snape wouldn't take it as a joke it was intended to be. Eight years gave a lot of clarity, even if Harry was missing one of them currently.

"Or not."