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Author's Note: Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it? And to be perfectly honest, this was a challenge to myself more than anything else, which might account for how long it took me to write and my conflicting feelings about the outcome.
There were three tasks I set myself: no shifting perspectives, no temper tantrums, and a Severus Snape/Harry Potter pairing. I'll let you be the judge of how well I fulfilled these requirements :)

Warning: This is an experiment, so scale down your expectations and enjoy!

Step 1

"I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, this many and many a year."
-Alexander Brome-

As the room spun in lazy circles around him, Severus Snape concluded that quite possibly he was drunk. But it was a pleasurable sort of drunkenness with the sharp-edged reality of his life becoming fuzzy and the flickering flames of his fireplace producing a quite impressive myriad of colours. Even his memories, painful as razor-blades when he was enjoying the dubitable merits of sobriety, were dimmed and too fragmented to do any harm.

The war was over, and he, Severus Tobias Snape, was for all intents and purposes still alive. He was almost certain that sooner rather than later the ugly downside to his fate would be revealed, but he was drunk, for the first time since he had been a teenager, and he was content not to overanalyse this unexpected stroke of luck. He was alive. He was a hero, Order of Merlin, first-class and all. His life was perfect.

His thoughts were swirling, puzzles that he had been agonizing over for years suddenly solving themselves, connections appearing where previously there had been only dots and everything becoming crystal clear.

He should definitely get drunk more often, now that he didn't run the risk anymore of the Dark Lord ransacking his mind. Dumbledore must have been drunk quite often – that man had been a genius. Rest in peace, yada, yada, yada. A scowl appeared on his face, but the expression seemed to require an unnatural amount of concentration so he let it slip again. He would miss the old coot, but Merlin, would it be nice to have some quiet after all this. What was this again? They were celebrating something, weren't they? Something important...

Not really a full chapter, is it? Good thing the next one is already getting off the starting blocks... But of course, you're welcome to leave a review, nonetheless :)