This story is for a belated birthday gift for a friend of mine and finally got this story in process and progresses. Happy belated birthday!

Enjoy the cuteness, fluffiness, and Snarry-ness fanfic here!

Forgive me as my grammar is still learning. I am deaf myself, meaning not all words are heard through hearing aids as I grew up with and can be difficult to know what is missing or sounded like correctly. I am currently with Cochlear Implants, which is a slight and small improvement. Therefore, don't be an jerk saying "I can't understand" or "Horrible grammar, go fix it." Instead, be the change and actually help or recommend someone who would be willing to work with.

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The last two years have been rough for chosen one, but it's worth for what came through. The Gryffindor reads through paperwork behind the desk in the headmaster's office and wears dark red robe with buttons from the chest to the navel, split open to reveal black trousers. Harry finishes the last paperwork and hears a soft squawking as he looks over to see the phoenix tired. He could tell the phoenix is nearing to regenerate soon and the echoing thoughts of the conversation the headmaster said to him back in his early years of Hogwarts.

Harry snaps his fingers and it sends the paperwork to the owls for deliveries. He gets up and almost walks past the familiar portrait. Harry looks at the portrait of a deceased headmaster and sighs miserably. The headmaster tilts his head and frowns at the young man.

"What is wrong, my dear boy?" The voice that Harry misses to hear.

Harry shakes his head, "…Why do I have to fill in your place as a headmaster? Why did you make me promise something that it's…"

The portrait Albus agrees, "Like a haunting memory. I know…but I do not wish you to be left alone and have a chance to live your life now. It is only for five years, Harry, you will see that it helps you instead of troubling you."

The emerald eyes glances away, "We should have left Hogwarts and plan the rest. We could have done it better…you could have been alive still, Albus."

Albus nods, "I know, my boy, but it was the only way to stop him. If we had planned how to stop him, it could have gotten worse. We battled him until we destroyed the last shred of his soul." He glances up ahead and back at the young headmaster, "Your students need you and they trust you, Harry."

Harry looks over and understands the time to teach Defense Against Dark Art is nearing. He nods and leaves his office. It always feels strange when being involved of the headmaster's office and no one is allowed to take his place until contract completed. Two years ago, Voldemort came and attacked with his army during the school days. He struck his way in and battled against anyone who came his way. The people drew out their true colors and fought until the end. When Voldemort found Harry, Albus joins in and dueled heavily against Voldemort. Albus and Harry fought as they sweat and bled in the final hours of desperation. Somehow, Voldemort used a dangerous spell and almost struck against Harry. Albus took the hit of the curse that tortured him, suffocated, and ripped him apart. Harry watched the headmaster in his last dying moment and noticed the strength to fight one more spell. He recognized the spell and joined in to strengthen the cast.

Their spell combined and succeeded the hit against Voldemort. The spell warped into the enemy and weakened him until no longer possess magic to his call. His body slowly dries up, cracking, shattering, and nearly bursting. Voldemort's body dropped to the ground and turned into ashes. Albus dropped his wand and Harry rushed over to him, attempting to save his life, and tried not to break down. Harry screams for help, but everyone realized the end came. No one was able to help or save the headmaster.

Harry couldn't ignore that day of a memory…it hurts and bothers him that Albus saved him. There was so much anger that day, the death eaters were realizing the potential danger being around Harry. They fled the battle and the light side won. There were too many death loss and the damage of the costs would never be the same. The savior brushes off those ending memory and places in his lessons in his mind. He walks down along the hallway and head over to the classroom. Students rushes to class, some chatting about the assignments or studying, and others heading to the great hall to eat. Minerva and Harry walks the opposite direction of each other and nods in silence of their greeting.

"…snape is bloody bastard bat," A snort follows, "He needs to go back to his stupid cave."

Somehow, that comment didn't comfort Harry at all and stops in his track. He turns around and sees it is a Slytherin student who is in his third years attending. Potter walks over to the young Slytherin and sees his friends in same bitterness. They agreed about Professor Snape of being a bastard bat and all that. Harry stands behind the young Slytherin with his arms crossed and the friends glance up in worries.

"We do not tolerate insulting anyone, mister Greogovitch. You are displaying disrespect of your Head of the House and professor." Harry hums curiously.

Greogovitch jumps and spins around surprisingly, "Potter!"

A light cough, "Professor or headmaster Potter will do, mister Greogovitch. If I hear any forms of disrespect, I will have you in detention every weekend until school year is over. That includes no trip to the hogsmade. Am I clear?"

The Slytherin nods immediately and Harry dismisses him. The young boy and his friends dashes out of his sight and head straight to their classes. Harry turns around and sees the potion professor standing there curiously. The young headmaster walks up to him and notices that he happens to be taller than Severus.

"Is everything alright, Professor?"

Severus hums drily, "I'm merely surprised you defended me, Potter, considering our history."

His brow raises high, "Oh? You mean I cannot be professional about respecting a professor who has done nothing wrong?"

"Despite the fact that brat has nearly blew the classroom earlier today?"

Harry nods, "Which you hate when any students nearly risking lives, he still needs to be respectful regardless."

Severus crosses his arms comfortably, "So, you respect me anyway, Potter?"

Harry softly smiles, "Even if I hated you, you deserve respect as a professor. You deserve my respect for your behalf in spying for the war and they do not realize how much you have done, Professor Snape." Hums briefly, "I best be going. I do have to teach classes and assign them research tonight."

Severus nods, "Of course and I am informing you that I will meet you tonight to discuss important things. Do you think you can handle that?"

The tone almost sounds insulting, but a hint of an amusement. Harry nods along and waves the professor on his way. Severus shakes his head and walks to where he needs to be. Harry couldn't help, but recall the times Severus has gotten him on his feet. When Albus died in his arms, Severus helped him through grieving the first few months. Severus expected him to understand that Albus knew the risk of being dead in the war and took the chance. Severus was the one who revealed the contract that Albus had left Harry to take over the headmaster's position and guided him whatever he needed to know. Harry sometimes turns to Severus for running school business and ensuring education system would follow through.

Harry arrives to his class and all of his students already here for the lessons. He begins to teach and shows them how to perform a spell.

… … …

Harry deals with a floo call and trying to assure the parents of the second-year students that they are fine. It took a while to get them to end the floo call and finally ended it with agreeing to owl a letter to their children to ease their concerns. Once the call ends, a loud huff within a short distance and Harry jolts as he turns around to see Severus standing by.

"They waste your bloody time, Potter. As a headmaster, you do not have to be responsible to answer all of them. Only to the ones that matters like suspension or threats, an actual threat."

Harry rolls his eyes, "I know. They're bloody insane with separation and they knew I'd be in my office at this odd hours. How long have you been standing there for?"

Severus shrugs, "Enough to see you fail to lose them several times and the idiots failing to have some competent understanding you are too busy."

Harry groans, "You could have bloody well interrupt, you git."

Severus snorts, "I thought you don't insult me?"

"I am not insulting you, I'm blaming you for not bailing me out of that parent mess I got stuck in. You failed to save me from those idiots." He stuck his tongue out.

The potion professor shakes his head, "I am not your savior, you're the savior yourself, Potter. You need learn to get yourself out of the situation and remember to lock that damn floo network of yours."

Harry huffs, "I'm working on it." His head shakes, "So, what's the discussion about this time? Need more funds for potion classes or a student repeatedly to have similar behaviors that needs to be address immediately before chaos happen?"

Harry sits down in his chair and gesture a seat for Severus. Severus takes his chair as if he always has and prepares what he has to share.

"Actually, neither. There is an upcoming rare event that we must prepare for students. It happens every twenty-three years and it will take place next week." Severus sighs for his annoyance.

Harry tilts his head, "What event is this? If it's that bloody games, merlin no."

Severus grimaces, "I wish it is about that. No. Hogwarts' tradition every twenty-three years, we get visitors of rarest creatures coming here for one week. Whichever creatures that visits will have everlasting effects on everyone and we need to be prepared for any scenarios."

The emerald eyes blinks, "Oh…I never realized there is a serious event like this. How bad is it?"

"If we do not get the students and staff to respect the visitors, we cannot promise what new curses will take place against them. They deserve upmost respect and they somehow provide everlasting magic for the better."

Harry nods, "I guess I'll work on the speech and hope no idiots chooses to be stupid enough. Perhaps threaten Hogsmade being banned for the rest of the school year and no desserts will ever be served be enough?"

Severus blinks emotional-less, "Where have you gotten creative idea from, Potter? Last time I checked, you are a Gryffindor."

Harry snorts, "I almost landed in Slytherin, but persuade the sorting hat to the Gryffindor." He sighs, "Probably should have been in Slytherin, might save the headmaster's life."

"Any changes may be worse, Potter, but thankfully you have not landed in my house. That Weasley friend of yours would not last long."

Harry hums and gathers himself up from the chair. He walks over to gather a book on the other table and walks over to Severus.

"Your book will be published soon and been agreed to be selling for the next school year. You will get the large royalty payment for each purchase and Hogwarts will not have any payment received."

Severus blinks, "You have actually managed to make this happen, Potter?"

"Say thank you, Potter, Severus."

Severus accepts his book back and couldn't believe his luck with Potter. His book on potions for lessons would be more valuable on education system and not depending on books that do not follow his methods.

"Of course, appreciate it so, Potter. Will that do?"

Harry chuckles, "Never the ones to say thank you, are you?"

"I believe not."

Harry sees the man gets up and heads out of his office. Once Severus is long gone from his office, a chuckle follows up.

"Severus hasn't changed a bit…well, it seems he has." The portrait Albus comments, "I am surprised he did not get Minerva involved for this rare event. He was a part of it last time before he graduated Hogwarts."

Harry glances over, "Really? What rare creature visited?"

Albus shrugs, "I am not sure. I only remember that week changed him drastically." Meeting the emerald eyes, "I suggest you add in triple points loss if no respect shown to visitors coming soon."

Harry can imagine the deep fear of losing large amount of points for the houses would scare the students into complete obedient and respectful state for one week. He yawns and heads over to the bedroom for the night.

… … …

A few days later, Harry stands up before supper begins. All of the students look over to him and prepared to hear the announcement. He sees all of their attention and understands things would change for a week and it is temporary.

"As all of you can see, a rare event is happening that only occurs every twenty-three years and we are most honor by this opportunity. We are having special guests coming in and they will impact on us for eternity of our blessed magic. We must provide the upmost respect to show our visitors of our appreciation and welcome." He briefly lowers his chin and rise back up, "Therefore, any forms of disrespect will serve heavy consequences. This entails of the punishment that there will be no Hogsmade trip and completely banned. Desserts will be removed completely. Last of all, it will be triple the house point loss." He could see the sheer of fear, but understanding this is a serious visitation happening, "Please welcome them when they arrive, respect them, and show kindness. They do not ask nothing more or less."

Harry sits down along with the rest of the staff members and everyone begins to chat about this event coming up. Harry could see in the corner of his eyes, Minerva shaking her head, and picks up her glass of pumpkin juice.

"It will not be easy…I wonder what kind of visitors we will have this event?" She sips her juice.

Harry sighs, "I have no idea, I tried researching, but it says that it is impossible to predict otherwise. Just…a piece of history before Hogwarts started and a magical contract in this specific spot that will never waiver."

"Seems like you've done your research, Potter," Severus sips his coffee.

Harry hums drily, "I have to…what kind of a headmaster who didn't?"

"Inexperienced one."

"Right…and I've got the talking portrait and helpful Potion Master getting me through this."

Minerva shakes her head, "I take it that he's driving you crazy all day in the office?"

"What do you think?" Harry glances over to her.

Severus rolls his eyes, "He tends to travel over to my hall portrait and it is getting irksome."

"But you don't have him in your quarter, do you?" Harry turn to him.

He scoffs, "Absolutely not."

The grin pulls up, "I'll be over tonight."

Severus blinks and stares at Potter for thinking of self-invite to his quarter. Minerva shrugs and keeps herself quiet.