Inevitable

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Who: Severus Snape, Harry Potter with cameos from Teddy Lupin
What: Confrontation
Where: Harry hotel room
When: After Snape has done some snooping
Rating: PG-13

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[aurorpotter]

Silence hung heavily around Harry as he frog marched Teddy back to the hotel. The sky was perfectly clear and stars were just beginning to appear over head, something he missed once he'd moved to London. He found himself lingering over it, since lingering over his mother's stories made his head ache fiercely

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"You failed to ward the door," Snape answered, not moving from his chair. "Sloppy, Potter. If you are actually Harry Potter," he added, studying him in the dim light. "You never seemed to take things like bedtime and curfews seriously," he added, sneering.

A half second later he was on his feet, stalking toward Harry.

"What were the last words I said to you?" he hissed, looking intently at Harry.

[aurorpotter]

Bugger. Harry hadn't thought he'd need to put up wards in a hotel, but apparently he'd miscalculated.

Not that anything was stolen.

Not that Snape would outright steal anything. He'd demand it from him instead.

Harry forced himself to look up and see, confirm what he already knew and maybe try and think about a good way to suffocate himself with a pillowcase later that night.

The world had gone bonkers.

Or maybe that was just him. Snape's condescension was only a mild relief compared to the utter fear he was feeling.

But the last question had his eyes snapping up to meet Snape's, a bit defiantly, because there was no way he'd repeat those to anyone. Those were his and Snape's and as much as he'd love to believe this was Snape, he couldn't trust him.

He barely trusted his own reactions to his mother.

"Why? Don't you remember?"

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"I remember them quite clearly considering I was two seconds from death," he said, wishing he still had his wand. For whatever reason, those words had seemed important at the time.

It wasn't until he'd glared at Harry for a few seconds that he realized that he was different. Older. Yet the eyes were the same.

"Harry! Can you take the tag off, it itches," Teddy said, finally pulling himself out of the closet. Seeing Snape, he went to Harry's side, meeting Snape's scowl with one of his own.

Bartowski had said that time was different here, that people from the past and future showed up with no warning. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your son?" he asked, arched his eyebrow in question. "Or do you often travel with random children?"