Author's Note: Roughly follows after DH, rated T for now. Not sure yet if I want to make it spicier.

Remember Me Not

I'm tired of sitting in this hospital bed. Only a few nurses come in. They hardly speak to me, except to ask the usual questions about my well-being. I wanted to get out of here. I tried to think about what I knew, and what limited knowledge I did remember. Apparently, there had been a war. And I was one of the casualties. But there were some things that the others were not telling me. I was tired of them evading my questions.

One day, I heard the door opening, and I pretended to be asleep so that I didn't have to talk to the stupid nurses. But I didn't hear them advance or do any tests. It seemed like they were just standing there. Curious, I opened my eyes to see who my 'guest' was.

The young man in front of me was beautiful, to say the least. I think I recognize him from the newspaper. But what was unnerving was that I seemed to have startled him. He looked like a little weary animal. "I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to disturb you. I just… I just wanted to see if it was really you." He said. Either he knows me or knows of me. Either way, it's something.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"I… I thought you were dead… I'm sorry… I… I'll leave you alone…" With that, he headed for the door.

"Wait just a minute." I'm almost desperate for answers. I don't want him to leave yet. "Come here." I decided to sit up so that I could properly talk to him. He came back, but was looking more nervous than ever. "Why are you so weary of me?"

"Well, Sir. You practically died in my arms during the Final Battle. I never even got a chance to thank you for all you've done." He said. So he knows me personally. Regards me with enough respect to call me 'Sir'. He continued, "Look, I know that I'm probably the last person you want to see. I'm just glad to know you are alive." He was turning to leave again.

This just gets more interesting. "If you were the last person I wanted to see, I would have said something to that affect, now wouldn't I? I would like to get some answers from you if it's not too inconvenient." He tentatively came back again. I kept looking at him, trying to see if something was familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"If you have questions Sir, could you please ask them? Because I'm starting to feel like a bug that you want to crush with your shoe with all your staring."

That seems a bit harsh. "Would I really do that?"

"Perhaps before, I would have said yes, but now that I know the truth… no."

"Interesting. What truth?"

"The memories you gave me."

"The memories…" I thought about this. There's something important here.

Just then, one of the idiot nurses came barging in without warning, and was startled by my guest. "Mr. Potter. You shouldn't be here. They are all waiting for you downstairs. Could you please keep this knowledge a secret from the press. The last thing this man needs is publicity."

So he is the one I've been reading about in the papers. He's the hero of this war. Why would I know this famous hero? I don't understand.

"Then why do you have his name on the door?" He asked.

"That's policy. Unbreakable, because the name automatically appears when we assign the room. But this hallway is the least traveled, and the best place to hide something is out in the open, is it not?"

"But why? Is he in danger from other Death Eaters?"

"That is one concern. But his current condition is… well…" She made it sound like I was crippled or worse.

Those expressive green eyes turned back to me with worry. How interesting. Two minutes ago, he was scared of me. Now he seems scared for me. "What happened?" He asked.

The nurse answered before I could get a word in. "He had an antidote in his system, probably one he made himself, to counter the poison, and it took longer to take hold than he must have anticipated. He was mostly dead when he was found."

I'm tired of this bimbo. "Could you please stop talking about me as though I'm not here?" I asked.

The nurse ignored me and went on. "He… suffered a side effect. As a result, he's lost several of his memories." The young man looked somewhat shocked by this piece of news.

"Mr. Potter did provide some interesting information. He was there. And I apparently gave him some memories." Now that the nurse shut up, she will hopefully take this information into account. If I released those memories to Mr. Potter, then it might be possible that more memories slipped out without my knowledge, or control. Meaning they are somewhere floating around, and need to be collected rather than remembered.

"Do you remember who I am?" Mr. Potter asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Then how do you know my name?"

"She said it as she walked in, dunderhead." I crossed my arms. I meant for it to just be teasing, but he looked down as though he'd been thoroughly chastised.

The nurse picked that moment to speak again. "Come to think of it, Dumbledore left us sealed instructions should one or both of you end up here. His word was enough for us to believe in Mr. Snape's innocence. So as instructed, he is being treated with the best of care. However the problem is that he is ready to be discharged soon, and I've been informed that all of his estates have been warded by Auror's. He is still considered 'dead' to the ministry, and since there's no other family members, the Ministry confiscated all properties. He's virtually homeless now. Dumbledore mentioned that you would probably be able to take him in, if he ever needed a place."

Mr. Potter looked shocked by this, but it quickly shifted into acceptance, "Yes. I believe that won't be a problem."

"He's not to be seen outside unless he has a glamour. Until the Ministry settles everything war related, he won't be safe outside." Again, she's treating me like an invalid. Mr. Potter kept his gaze on me.

"Will it be alright if you came to live with me?" He asked.

I was shocked by the question, but still, it didn't seem like I had any say. "It doesn't seem I have much of a choice." I was surprised to see sadness in his face. This young man is quite the puzzle.

"It's probably the safest choice at the moment. I'll try to help anyway I can, and the place is big enough that we don't even have to cross paths if you don't want to." This unsettled me. He really was afraid of me. Yet, he jumped at the opportunity to help me. I wish I knew why. At least I'll have a chance to find out. The important thing is that I'll be able to get out of here.

He didn't look at me again when he jotted down his information and left the room. I didn't like seeing that sad look on his face. Perhaps I can change that.

I step out of the Floo, glad to be away from that infernal establishment. I had already sent along what belongings I had to my new place, and here I was face to face with Harry Potter, my new house-mate.

He immediately went into what seemed like a well rehearsed speech. "Good afternoon Professor. Welcome to the old Headquarters. Now, it's just a really big and hidden house. If you'll follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying." He turned and started walking. I had no choice but to follow. We entered into a room on the second floor, and I was amazed at how homey it looked. Harry leapt into his tour guide mode. "I've taken the liberty of arranging a few things, but you can change whatever you wish. In here, you have a sitting room and library along with a non-Floo fireplace. There is a desk, full of the standard office supply materials. If there are any books you need me to purchase, let me know. Unfortunately, I've found that the Ministry has frozen your accounts, but I will be able to cover any purchases you need. Through that door there, is your bedroom and master bathroom. And through here," Harry opened the door at the far end. "is your new laboratory. I tried stocking the cabinets with as many ingredients as I could find, but I don't know if you'll require something else. Same thing with equipment. Let me know what you need and I'll get it."

It was clear that he didn't expect us to interact all that much. "If you really wanted to shut me away, you could have installed a kitchen . Then my seclusion would be complete." Again, I meant for that to be teasing, but his face fell, and I immediately regretted my words.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked what you would have wanted. I was just trying to think about what you would need, and…"

"Stop!" I said firmly. He obeyed so quickly, almost as though I had slapped him, that I wondered just what I had done to cause such reactions. "Breathe" I told him. Thankfully, he started inhaling deeply and seemed to ease up slightly. I decided to be honest with him, "This is more than I was expecting. I just don't like the idea of being hidden away like some dirty little secret."

"I understand Sir. That's why I tried… it's just… I know how much you like your privacy."

"I have more privacy than I think I'll ever need. Any more, and I'll still think I was in nothing but a fancy prison. Hence the sarcasm."

"I'm sorry Sir."

"Stop apologizing and please just call me Severus." Harry hung his head, but nodded anyway. I couldn't help but stare at the young man who put so much thought into my well-being. "I'm still adjusting to everything, and I appreciate you're allowing me to take things at my own pace, but I need some human interaction, otherwise I think I'll go insane."

His eyes started to sparkle with a little bit of what looked like hope. This was a good start. "I'll be around. I need to find something useful to do with my life, and this is the first time I've been allowed to think about it." He said. From what I've read in the papers, it sounds like this young man has had a hard life.

"It seems the two of us need to do a bit of soul searching then."

He nodded. "Um… are you hungry? I haven't made lunch yet, and I'm not sure what you'd like. There's tea, shortbread, and various things. I can show you where the kitchen is." Harry was getting a little flustered again.

I moved to block the door. "First of all, I want to make something perfectly clear. Whatever man you think I am, I am not a monster. Therefore, you have no need to fear me. I don't know what sort of man I was, but the last thing I want is to live with someone who is afraid of me."

The nerves were back when Harry answered. "I'm sorry Sir… Severus. It's just that… this is so strange. I owe you so much, even if you don't remember, but we've… never really been on the best of terms. I'm sure the War had something to do with that, but personally… it's complicated and… " I held up my hand to stop him. Again, he obeyed. Too easily for my liking.

"If it helps, think of me as the long lost twin of the man you once knew. I know nothing about him, just as I know nothing about you. Are you willing to get to know me?"

This seemed to brighten Harry's mood considerably. "Yes! Of course!"

This kid sure blows hot and cold, but it's endearing, nonetheless. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Then you can start telling me about yourself during lunch. I am quite famished, and nice cup of tea sounds lovely. After you." I motioned for Harry to lead the way.