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Breaking Forwards	By : lastcrazyhorn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 13749 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowling's fandom. She's makes money off these stories and I do not. Nor will I ever. Harry Potter is all hers. sniffles But the weird twisted shit? Muahahhaa.

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Chapter 19 – A Fluffy Interlude
A/N – Drat. I went and made myself cry on this chapter.
"Severus?" Harry's hesitant voice interrupted his thinking one evening a few days after Blaise and Draco had taken it upon themselves to foist a family intervention on them. Severus was seated on the sofa, where he had been surrounded by lesson plans. At hearing Harry's voice though, he had gathered them up into a pile and set them aside.
"Harry? Don't stand there in the doorway like a stranger. Come and sit down," he said, waving the boy over to the spot next to him.
"What's on your mind?" He prompted when the lad didn't immediately say anything.
"I just wanted to ask a few more questions, if that's okay," the small teenager said nervously.
"Certainly," Severus agreed easily. "It's a completely new situation for you. It's natural that you should have questions."
He watched in mild amusement as the boy fiddled with his pajamas, brow furrowed in thought. Severus was glad that Dennis was spending the night in the infirmary in order to be near his brother. It meant that they could have this conversation to themselves.
"Does—," Harry finally started out slowly. "Does this adoption thing mean that I'll now be considered your son?"
Adoption thing; yes, that certainly was one way of putting it.
"It does," Severus nodded, looking closely at the teen beside him.
"Are y-you sure that you really want that?"
"Want what, Harry?"
"I mean, are you sure that you really want to saddle yourself with me?" Harry finished the sentence with a small squeak, his hands tightly clasped together around his knees, which he had drawn up to his chest.
Severus frowned and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, turning him easily to the side so that they were facing one another directly.
"You say that as though you consider yourself to be worthless," he admonished gently. "You don't really believe that, do you?"
Unfortunately, Severus already knew what the child's answer would be. It was far too obvious.
Harry shrugged and tightened his arms even further. "Well, I'm not exactly a great catch, you know? Wouldn't your time be better spent adopting Draco or Blaise? I mean, it seems to me that they really need someone too, and I'm just gonna get in your way really, and—," Severus cut him off with a hand, but managed to keep his glare down to a minimum.
"If I tell you something, can I trust you to keep your mouth shut about it and not mention it to another soul?" Severus asked, deciding to let the boy in on something he hadn't ever planned on telling anyone else.
A wide eyed Harry nodded warily.
"Then listen to me, and listen well, because I shall not be repeating this in such concise terms ever again."
Harry nodded again, unconsciously leaning forwards a bit in his earnestness.
"I care for Draco and Blaise deeply. And truthfully, I do tend to think of them as my family. But you Harry, I think of you as more than just everyday kind of family. I want you as my son," he had taken the teen's cold hands in his much larger ones, and was gripping them securely.
"B-B-But why?" Silent tears were shimmering in the lad's large green eyes, making them just that much more expressive.
"Why?"
The boy nodded, wiping at an errant tear with his shoulder, as Severus had yet to release his hands.
"Because I'm fond of you, silly boy. Every time we interact, you remind me so much of myself. Your past guardians hurt you badly, but you are not damaged goods, despite what you might believe. You are smart and have an eye for detail that most of my students lack. You could become a great potions master someday, do you understand?" Severus could keep his voice steady no longer; and abruptly found himself releasing the child's hands, and pulling him up against his side a moment later.
"I want you to rise, triumph over those who have hurt you. I want to help you in that task, but more importantly, I want to give you the tools necessary for living as an adult in our world and in the muggle one. You are so very bright, so intelligent. And your heart is kind. It is obvious from your interactions with the younger students, not just my little snakes. You could do whatever you wanted with your life. Don't you understand child? I am lucky to have a chance to provide you with a family. I am the lucky one. Me."
Thin arms had crept around his torso as he had talked, and now in the silence, he could hear—and feel—shuddery sobs coming from the lad from where his face was pressed tightly into Severus's chest.
"Me," Severus said again, whispering into Harry's hair, one hand wrapped around the teen's head and the other around his shoulders. "I want you to be my family, and trust me when I tell you that I can think of no better person to make my son."
. . .
Harry felt warm from where he was pressed up against his guardian. His tears had faded, but now instead of the empty feeling often leftover after an unhappy outpouring of emotion, the feeling within him was one of fullness, and perhaps even a wary sort of completeness.
Would it last? Was he even allowed to be happy? Was that okay?
Sometimes—if not most of the time—Harry felt as though the universe was conspiring against him, purposely keeping him downtrodden in order to fulfill its own sick, twisted goals.
Or maybe that's just Dumbledore, he thought darkly.
His head slipped a little on Severus's shoulder, but instead of shooing him off to bed, his guardian merely pulled him down a bit further, so that Harry's head was now resting in his lap. Automatically, he moved his legs up on the sofa and curled up against his professor comfortably. He could feel Severus's long fingers stroking his hair gently, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted to giggle or cry at how nice it was.
"Severus?" He asked softly.
"Hm?" The hands on his head didn't slow or stop, and he was grateful.
"You want me," he stated, trying it out for the first time.
"Yes," Severus's low voice rumbled gently through him.
"As your son," his voice felt thick in his ears, but he pushed through, because he very much wanted to say it aloud.
"Yes," Severus confirmed softly.
"And—And not as anything else, right sir?" Anxiety just barely in his voice. He knew what Severus meant, but he wanted to make sure. He just wanted to make sure.
"I just want you as my son, correct Harry," Severus answered gently, touching his fingers lightly to the scar on his face; the one that he had gotten from Uncle Vernon that previous summer.
Harry's heartbeat came up into his throat and he whimpered, turning his face down into dark charcoal coloured slacks.
"Shh, child," the hands resumed their petting of his head and he slowly relaxed again, blinking hard from where his tears had unexpectedly made an appearance in his eyes. "We will find a way to repay that wretched former family of yours, mark my words son."
Son! It was all he had ever wanted and then some.
"You won't get into trouble?" He whispered, feeling unusually fearful. The adoption hadn't even been finalized yet! What if something were to happen?
"I am a Slytherin, son. I know how to cover my tracks," Severus answered with a small smile just for him.
Harry relaxed a bit at his words. Being around Severus was nothing like being around the Weasleys, or hell, even Dumbledore. His guardian said nothing of luck, or of waiting for things to work out on their own. A Slytherin made plans. A Slytherin was proactive. And since Severus was the penultimate Slytherin, at least in his mind, then that meant that he—that they were safe as they could possibly be.
He shivered a bit and realized that the fire was dying down.
"Is it time to go to bed?" He asked, feeling very small, very young for the first time in a great while.
"Perhaps it is, child."
"Will you tuck me in?" Yet another dream he had given up on a long time ago.
"I will," the normally stoic man said, that same small only-for-Harry smile still on his lips as he answered.
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