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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vignette (1) AN: Book_addict_89, thank you so much! Even I get the feels reading the epilogue, and I wrote it and I've read it a lot whilst writing this. Glad you liked the last line, it was simply “All was well” for the longest time, and I only added the 'luckily' a few days before I posted this. Wanted to put it in to link to the Felix Felicis.
Yes, the vignettes show moments during the 19 year gap. Enjoy the first three this time around. The next three will be posted some other time.
As for the centaur, I really went back and forth with whether or not to put in: Harry grinned to himself. The same rumour had circulated every year since Theo's first year. Didn't in the end. Not sure why. Should I?
Hope you got my response about YWFBMA.
Percyplusoliver, thank you. It was pretty adorable.
Phoenix-rob, yes, you did have Trelawney like powers. It was spooky! Enjoy the vignettes, which explain a few things about the kids and why/how they interact.
Thunderbird, yes, after all the agro of these two stories, finally Severus and Harry get the happy ending they deserved! As for feeling jealous, I'm not off to Orlando, I'm going to Watford (for the fifth? time). Taking my Dad during the Dark Arts exhibition. My brother and I bought it for him for his birthday so we're having a family day out. Dad is super excited!
There is a preview for the new story after the second set of vignettes. Be lovely to have you along. And yes, I might be more on top of things, but I have to write when the muse strikes, usually when I have another deadline I'm meant to be dealing with!
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Vignette 1 - Another ...
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“You've done so well, Harry, he's with us! Our son, our beautiful son is with us!” Severus was sweating, staring at the shuddering man lying on the bed, their child still attached by his umbilical cord.
“What time is it?” Harry panted. His hands were clenched tight. One was gripping a silver locket decorated with black swirls.
“It doesn't matter. Look at him. Look at how perfect he is.”
“Does matter! What time is't?” Harry slurred, yawning.
Suddenly aware that, for some reason, the time was bothering Harry, the older man said, “It's one minute to midnight.”
“NO!” Harry tried to sit up but instead clutched helplessly at his ruptured belly. “No, Sev, please, no,”
Stroking messy hair, the former teacher calmed his partner. “What on earth is wrong?”
“Don' wan' 'im younges' in year. Big disadvan'age. Le's recor' his birth as 1^st Sep'ber, not 31^st Augus'. Please, Sev.”
Thinking back, Severus remembered all the children he'd taught over the years, how he'd come to learn which ones were the youngest in their year. It hadn't been size that had defined them, it had been a certain immaturity of thought. Harry was right; their son didn't need a disadvantage like that.
“I haven't cut the cord yet, so he's still being nourished by you,” even if the baby was snuffling and giving little cries, “and our chat has taken us after midnight. So, I'll cut him loose and we'll have a beautiful September baby.”
A certain tension left Harry's body and he slumped into the bedding, murmuring his thanks. He was asleep in moments and slept soundly through his son being disconnected, the various gross parts of birth being dealt with, and missed seeing his son's eyes open, even if only for a second, showing bright blue orbs before he kicked out his feet and fell asleep.
Severus, who had only just dodged being sliced by the wickedly sharp claws attached to their son's heels, smiled down at the two sleeping males. Then, feeling overcome, he looked away, just for a moment.
His eyes roamed to the bookcase on the wall. There, amongst the volumes and bits and piece of junk, was a small, carefully locked box. In it were their memories from Harry's first few changes. Sitting on top of the box was one chipped empty glass vial that had once held the memory of Harry and he having sex for the first time. The true memory was locked away in a replica vial. This vial, the one now sitting on the box slowly gathering dust, was special. It had contained Severus' 'horcrux'. When he had regained his soul, it had fallen to the floor and a glass shard had chipped off. Severus had found the shard later the next day (by putting his foot on it), and had had it placed in a locket. He had presented it to Harry just before the younger man had gone into labour.
He liked to think it was this expression of his love that had prompted Harry's labour of their darling son. Theodore Felix Prince lay snuggled in a blanket, eyes shut, face reddened and blotchy from his exhausting birth.
The man he had torn himself from was asleep too, hand still holding the locket that had made his eyes fill with tears of love.
“My perfect family,” Severus whispered before casting the spell to heal Harry's torn flesh.

-3-
Harry had visited Fenrir in Azkaban regularly since his sentence. The Wizengamot had wanted to throw away the key, but the Chosen One's testimony, coupled with a pregnant wife, had gone a long way to ameliorating their desires. Since Theo's birth, Harry had taken his son to see Fenrir only once. Not because he hadn't wanted Theo to get to know the other werewolf, but because Azkaban was no place for a pup. He knew Tonks took her son, Ted, to see his father, but she too hated the atmosphere of the prison, even without dementors controlling the place. Teddy, though, even at only two months old, seemed to adore his werewolf father. Certainly, his hair and eyes always changed to match Fen's when he went to the prison.
Now Theo was just over eighteen months old and was spending the day with his Papa. After some initial confusion, Harry had agreed to be 'Daddy' and Severus 'Papa'. If 'Father' or 'Dad' was used by any of their children as they grew up, it would mean either (or both) of the men.
But back to Azkaban, and Fenrir...
It had been Fenrir who had known Harry was pregnant only minutes after Severus and Harry had mated.
“Another pup?” he asked, eyes glowing with pleasure. His nose sniffed the air in deep gulps.
“Ano- what?” Harry said, gaping. He and Severus had been unable to keep their hands off one another that morning and had fucked with wild abandon. The previous night had been the full moon, but due to an emergency potion request, Severus had been brewing all night and had been unable to join the wolf for their monthly tryst. That morning the remnants of the wolf's desire had been in Harry and he had been quite desperate to have sex. Of course, in his human form, he was underneath, but it had still been very satisfying for his Fluffy Half. He remembered now that his mate hadn't cast the Protection charm to stop him becoming pregnant.
“Am I really?” he asked, grinning.
“Oh, yes, young one. It is obvious to me. And I am so happy. You should have six in your Pack.” He paused before asking quietly, “I don't suppose you've ever been told that you only have eight chances to produce your young, have you? It's meant to give you a safety net in case something happens and you lose a pup, but I've heard of wolves who, after a string of bad luck, end up with only one or two pups. Worse, I heard of one who lost all eight. So, please, little one, take care of yourself. Yes, you have two spares but ...”
“I don't,” Harry said, throat clogged. “I lost a pup before I met you. So, now you've told me that, I know I need to be very careful. And I will be.”
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When Titus was born, he was glad he had been more cautious than his nature might have tended to make him.

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Harry sat in their new home and rubbed his swollen stomach. It was a blisteringly hot September and he felt tired all the time. It didn't help being seven months pregnant. And this time, he was larger than before. Theo was now an energetic four year old, having celebrated his birthday a few days previously, and his brother Titus was eighteen months old. It made for a tiring time, even without a third child kicking his innards to pieces every time he shifted.
Severus came into the room and smiled at his pregnant mate. “I'm glad you're relaxing. The last few things are away now, so we are officially moved in.” He moved closer and dropped a kiss onto the messy black hair before coming around the sofa and picking up Titus for a kiss too. Theo saw his Papa approaching and giggled and waddled off. Harry managed a grin as his usually stern-faced partner chased a four year old around the room, finally swinging Theo up into the air and mock scowling. “Theodore! You tried to run away, so I want an extra kiss from you!” Theo, who had a good sense of humour for his age, grinned and pecked his father on the cheek. He smiled before kissing Severus again. And added a third for good luck.
Smiling, Severus swung Theo back to the floor and settled beside Harry. “How are you doing, really?” He asked.
“Tired, fed-up and grumpy.” Harry groused. “And really not looking forward to the full moon in three weeks. The pup gets more agitated each change, just like Theo and Titus did.” rubbing his face in his hands, Harry admitted, his voice thick with tears, “It hurts, Severus.”
The older man pulled the younger one into his arms and rocked him softly. Harry tended to be more emotional during his pregnancies. Even when not pregnant, he was usually more forthcoming with his feelings than Severus was, but the depth of their commitment to one another was never in doubt.
Once Harry had finished crying and was snuffling against Severus' damp shoulder, the former teacher made a suggestion. “Why don't you have a lie down? I'll take the boys out for a few hours so you can have a nice quiet sleep with no one bothering you.”
Harry felt two tears slide down his face. Severus was so good to him. “That sounds wonderful,” he replied.
With the two of them working together, Harry was able to get out of the couch and waddle up the stairs. Once Severus was sure Harry was settled down he headed back downstairs. The house was filled with protective charms and enchantments to let them know if their children were doing something dangerous. As no warning blare had gone off, he felt calm about having left them for a few minutes.
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“We're back!” Severus called, his feet throbbing. Chasing after two energetic children – moreover, children who were sons of a famous father – had been exhausting. So too had been all the conversations he had been forced to have with people asking about 'Harry's boys'. Finally, when the last witch had kept asking how 'Harry's boys' were getting on he had snapped and barked out, “They are my boys too, you know! Harry didn't have them without help!” Seeing her embarrassed blush and the stuttering noises emerging from her lips had been worth the slight stab of guilt he had felt for losing his temper.
He felt positively grateful when he spied Kreacher's ugly face and knew he could offload his sons onto the elf for a few minutes. He loved his children, he really, truly did, but that didn't mean he wanted to be with them every second of the day.
He ran upstairs, taking the steps two at a time, not because he felt energetic, but because he longed to see Harry.
“Hey,” the other man said softly, yawning adorably.
“Feeling better?” Severus asked, sitting on the bed and stroking a red line on the drowsy face. “You fell asleep on your sleeve again, didn't you?”
“Huh?” Harry gave a huge yawn and rubbed his face. “I guess I must have done.”
Snape smiled. Digging into his cloak he pulled out a pair of small boxes. “I bought a present for you – for us.”
“Present?” Harry struggled upright, eyes shining. After growing up without them, the word 'presents' held a magical power over him. “Gimme!” he said, holding out his hands grinning.
Severus handed over one box and watched Harry's face closely.
Harry opened the black box and stared at the silver coloured ring inside. It was a plain band on the outside, whilst the inner side had two twining black lines cut into the metal. They twisted around the circle, joining together to form a paired ring. “It's lovely,” Harry said, sounding confused.
“I know we can't marry officially, and you are already Mr Prince,” Severus said quietly. He took the ring from Harry and began sliding it onto his ring finger. “But a marriage is about two people choosing to spend their lives together. And this is a wedding ring.”
And then he saw Harry's face beam.
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