Oh, I know who wrote this! This is a lovely, lovely story. Among other things, I love how realistically more mature your Harry is, but still with the imprint of his life on him, his questing for a place to belong and someone to belong with. And it's just so very *Severus* to go on a holiday as a kind of self-flagellation, while at the same time hoping, somewhere so deep he probably *can't* acknowledge it, that he really *did* come looking for Harry. His deep insecurity and fear of being vulnerable always touches me so, and I love that he was able to bring his courage to bear and reach out for what he wanted. And yay for happy endings! I was uncertain right up until the very end.