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Deserving (Final Chapter)	By : tana97 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 97732 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4: Deserving

Chapter 4

Beta by the wonderful Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com and again I added a bit after she had fixed it, so all remaining mistakes are mine.

The next morning he awoke to an empty kitchen. Kreacher was nowhere to be found. When he came back from the bathroom Harry was already in his seat drinking his tea and reading the morning paper.

“Would you like me to prepare you some breakfast?” dared Severus.

“Accio toast,” said Harry to the bread that had just popped out of the toaster. “No, today is Tuesday; it is Kreacher’s day off. Make sure you make your breakfast. I don’t want my child to be born with malnourishment.” And with that he stood to leave forgetting the toast that had just landed on his plate. Severus followed as he did every morning and once he saw him off, he returned to the kitchen. When he opened the door he found Kreacher placing a plate with eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast in front of his usual chair at the table.

“It is your day off. That means you should not be working. Cooking is working,” pointed out the hooked nose man.

Kreacher did not answer and picked up the plates that Harry had left on the table.

“Will you please let me help? You do so much for me. Please.”

“Kreacher is going to his favorite place on his day off. Will Severus accompany Kreacher?” he said looking up sideways.

“I don’t know if I am allowed to leave the house,” offered Severus as means of an excuse.

“Harry Potter Sir is saying Severus is doing anything Kreacher is saying,” reminded the little creature.

Severus smiled for the first time in Merlin knows how long.

“Why he did, didn’t he?”

Severus ate his breakfast and stood next to the little elf ready to leave.

“Severus should be bringing his knitting,” advised the elf.

Severus would have loved to forget the darn thing but he was supposed to do anything Kreacher asked of him, so he went into the sitting room to get his knitting equipment. Kreacher took the tall man’s hand and popped out of the kitchen and into a beautiful glade. Severus immediately recognized the glade. It was one of his favorite places in the Forbidden Forest. He smiled down to the elf and mouthed a ‘thank you’. The elf snapped his fingers and a blanket appeared stretched out on the ground. Severus sat and placed his knitting to one side wanting to enjoy the view before attempting the frustrating task. Kreacher left him to his musing and went to wonder off into the forest.

When he came back he had some fresh berries, which Severus ate as his midmorning snack. Then the elf snapped his fingers again and a news clipping appeared in his hand and gave it to Severus. They were directions on how to make a purl stitch. Severus read it over and over again. He studied the little drawing to its last detail but he still could not figure it out. It seems the directions assumed a person knew how to ‘cast on’. He did not want Kreacher to know that the paper was useless so he improvised. He knotted eighty- seven loops onto the needle. First he tied them too taut then he redid them in a much looser fashion. From that point he was able to follow the directions and the drawing. The beginning looked off but there was no doubt that he had made progress. Kreacher looked at him with a pleased look on his face. Severus suspected that his daily ten strikes of the ruler were upsetting the tiny creature and he felt humbled by Kreacher’s concern.

They had lunch at the glade and Severus was even able to take a nap in the afternoon. When they got back Severus thought that it had been a good day. He thought for sure that the evening would be a living hell but Potter came home as usual and they ate some takeout that he brought home in silence. And then when they took their places in the sitting room, Severus took out his knitting; with progress.

Potter did not comment on it and Severus was grateful for it. Again their evening routine was disturbed by the stirring of the floo. This time it was Molly’s head that popped up and Harry jumped to his feet granting her access and ready with and outstretched hand to help her through. Molly entered the room and gave Harry a hug and a kiss.

“You are not eating,” were the first words out of her mouth.

“Mrs. Weasley you always say the same thing.”

“Well, then… it must be true,” she said with a half smile.

“Do they know you are here?”

She shook her head.

“Mrs. Weasley, I do appreciate you coming but I do not want you to get…”

He was interrupted when Molly whipped around and looked at Severus.

“Severus, how are you? Now, you do look well,” she said as she looked him over.

Severus stood up quite conscious of the fact that his institutional robe was way too short for decorum, “I am well, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Mrs. Weasley? Since when do you call me, Mrs.…?”

Harry tensed and Severus could see that the mood in the room had instantly changed.

“Mrs. Weasley, I have asked Snape to refer to his superiors with the respect they deserve.”

“So then, there you have it, given the fact that I am far from being your superior; you may call me Molly,” the wise witch retorted. “Oh, what is this, Severus, I had no idea you knit,” she said holding up Severus’ hands that held the blanket in progress.

Severus could here Draco’s words ringing in his ears, ‘Kingsley has a way of helping us.’ Could it be that this was how Mr. Shacklebolt was living up to his reputation?

“I think it is called nesting. Because of my condition,” looking at his non existing belly, “I feel the need to make something for the baby,” being careful not to say his baby.

“Oh, Severus, I think that is wonderful, but really dear; who taught you how to knit?” she said trying to suppress a giggle.

“He is messing–up, isn’t he?” interjected Harry.

“Is this your first attempt, dear,” she asked with her usual mother voice.

Severus nodded.

“Then I think it is a great first attempt. Now let’s see,” she said as she was about to sit in Harry’s chair. She looked up at Harry to make sure she was not getting ahead of herself.

“Please, Mrs. Weasley, do sit down but I assure you; you need not waste your time with Snape, he is a lost cause.”

“Oh,” she said looking quite sad, “for a minute there I thought I would have someone to knit with. My daughter and my daughters in law have no interest in it,” she said bowing her head and twilling her fingers. “Silly, me, I was even thinking we could make this an every Tuesday event. You know, tea, knitting… but it was foolish of me.”

Harry thought about what she was saying. Mrs. Weasley would come every Tuesday evening to visit. Granted it would be to help Snape, but he would get to see her: to see someone from much happier times. He had lost everyone and this was a chance to get a little back. It was because of Snape he had lost all contact with the Weasley; it was only befitting that he gain some back because of him.

“Mrs. Weasley, if you want to try to teach Snape by all means, you are welcome to come and try your best. I would love to have you here every Tuesday. I can order take out. Kreacher doesn’t work on Tuesdays…”

“Oh, dear, no need to order out. If your house elf won’t be here I can surely whip something up for you two boys and bring it with me. It is only Arthur and I and I do miss cooking for a multitude. I think it is called empty nest syndrome,” she chuckled looking at Snape.

Harry had a nagging desire to ask where Ginny was living, but thought better of it. Mrs. Weasley sat and undid everything Severus had done. Severus sat down in his stomp trying to keep all his bits from showing. He tried to stretch the robe over his knees and closed his legs together. She began by teaching him the proper way to cast on and Severus felt very stupid when he discovered that all he had to do was loop the yarn onto the needle. Then she proceeded to teach him the knit stitch. She praised him constantly and Harry had to grit his teeth to control his outrage. Severus did not merit any kind of praise from a lady like Molly Weasley.

“I am afraid I have stayed way longer than I anticipated. Arthur will start to wonder where I am if I don’t get back soon. But as promised I will see you boys next week,” she said smiling at Harry. “Severus, remember seven seed stitches at each beginning and end. The middle is all knit stitches. You are such a fast learner,” she commended as she entered the floo.

Once she was gone Severus felt the heat of Harry’s gaze. He did not dare lift his eyes.

“I will always punish you when you step out of line, but if I wish to be fair I must also reward you when you happen to do something right.”

Severus had no idea where this was going.

“I liked the whole ‘I am nesting’ business. ‘I want to knit something for the baby’,” mocked Harry imitating Severus’ voice. “But I must say I was especially impressed of how you said ‘the baby’; that was good. Therefore you have earned a reward,” Harry waived his wand over the book case in the sitting room, “Pick a book.”

Severus so wanted to pick a book. It would fill his idle days with something that he truly enjoyed, but he knew that he needed something more than a book.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter, but I will dare to ask for the privilege of changing my reward.”

“You think you deserve something more than a book?” Harry asked with a snort.

“I have been carrying for two weeks and have yet to see a healer; Mr. Potter, male pregnancies are very high risk.”

“Afraid of dying?”

“No, Mr. Potter, I think it is plain to see that death would be a welcome blessing in my present circumstance. I was merely thinking about your child,” he threw his bait and waited.

“Very well, Snape, I will make an appointment at St. Mungos.”

“You could do that, but I would have thought that you would want the best healer to ensure the successful delivery of your child,” continued the Slytherin.

“The best healer?”

“Madame Pomfrey.”

“Madame Pomfrey? What does she know about delivering babies? Last time I heard, we get to Hogwarts potty trained.”

“Mr. Potter, I assure you there is no better Healer than Madame Pomfrey. She has had requests to deliver children of very wealthy families. In fact some will not bear children until she agrees to deliver them. You have only to ask anyone at your job and you will hear nothing but praise for Madame Pomfrey.”

“We’ll see, but for now, make yourself scarce.”

Severus walked to the kitchen door praying that Potter would take the bait and have Poppy deliver the baby. He had not lied about her being the best healer in this side of the hemisphere. He needed to feel that his child was safe.

***

The next morning at work Kingsley ended the morning meeting with the Aurors. Everyone was told their duties for the day and left, everyone except Harry.

“May I help you Auror Potter?”

“I was wondering about your Marked One. That night that you visited I couldn’t tell. Is he with child?”

“Do you know of any other way I could have gotten him out of this forsaken Ministry?”

“So, I know we have to provide them with medical care…”

“You have taken Severus to see a healer right?”

“Actually I haven’t had time.”

“I see. Will you be taking him to St. Mungos?”

“Are you?”

“No! My son will have the best care available. Male pregnancies are very high risk. So many things can go wrong.”

“So where are you taking him?”

“I told you, Potter, only the best for my family. No one else will do but Madame Pomfrey,” he said with a smug look upon his face.

***

Harry went to his office and was very upset that the Ministry had done away with owls in the facilities. He would have to firecall, but it was less of a hassle than he had thought. Madame Pomfrey was more than happy to accommodate Snape into her schedule. Then he firecalled Kreacher to let him know that he would be picking Snape up an hour earlier than his usual arrival. Kreacher asked what would Severus be wearing to his appointment and Harry said it would be his usual attire; the institutional robe.

Once Harry flooed in, he found Severus waiting with his head hung low. He obviously did not want to go wearing the robe but he knew he had to get medical assistance and Poppy was the best. He held on to Harry’s right arm as they flooed to the hospital wing of Hogwarts where Madam Pomfrey greeted them with a smile.

“Severus Snape, I was about to go hunt you down. You of all people know how precarious a male pregnancy can be and you took this long to seek medical assistance, really,” she said with a huff.

“I am sorry, Madame Pomfrey, I really have no excuse,” said Severus not raising his head or eyes.

“Madame Pomfrey? What is this ‘Madame Pomfrey’ business?”

“Madame Pomfrey, I have asked Snape to refer to his superiors with the respect they deserve,” cleared the Chosen One.

“And whom, may I ask, decides who is his superior,” said the matriarch with a raised eyebrow.

Harry decided not to answer the question and Severus felt the tension building. He decided to do something about it.

“Madame Pomfrey, I have not felt any morning sickness; should I be concerned?” he said trying to gain her attention.

She did not sway from her sizing of Harry Potter as she began her answer, “No, Severus, not everyone gets morning sickness,” she turned to look at him. “Do not fret, you are under my care now and I will not allow any harm come to you my friend.” Then she took a better look at her old colleague, “Severus, how long have you been wearing this rag?”

Severus’ cheeks flushed, “Kreacher cleans my robe every day.”

It was her turn to flush but with anger not with shame.

“Mr. Potter, did you or did you not read the contract that you signed where you committed to meet all of your charge’s needs?” again with an eyebrow practically disappearing into her hairline.

“Madame Pomfrey, if you cannot limit yourself to Snape’s medical need I will be forced to take him to St. Mungos,” threatened the Gryffindor.

Madame Pomfrey took in a deep breath trying to reign in her anger. She gave the ‘Golden Boy’ one last murderous glare then turned to Severus with concern and care in her eyes.

“Severus, take off this robe and lie on your stomach.”

“Isn’t his stomach what you are supposed to be checking?”

“Mr. Potter you did say to meet his medical needs and if this is the way you are treating him I can only guess that he has other medical needs besides his pregnancy.”

Harry did not want to argue with the matriarch. He knew she would have no qualms in kicking him out of her office and he wanted to be present during the examination.

Severus turned to face the wall and slip out of his robe he then slid onto the bed trying to keep his manhood out of sight. Poppy scanned his back from head to toe and then went up to his midsection and stopped. What she found was heart breaking. Her friend and co-worker had been brutalized. She tisked and murmured something about animals then started chanting healing spells. Then she guided Severus to turn on his back and covered his mid section with a hospital blanket for which he was grateful. She scanned his stomach and smiled at him.

“A boy,” she said with a smile.

Severus looked at Harry, not sure if he had heard but when he saw his stone expression he realized that he had. He lowered his gaze.

“Very well, Severus, you can sit up,” said Madame Pomfrey, guiding him by the arm. He flinched. “What is this?” she said looking at the scar on his arm.

“He was taking what did not belong to him and got cursed.”

“And what exactly was he taking?” she asked trying not to lose her temper.

“My books...”

“HE WAS PUNISHED FOR READING!”

“What do you think would have happened to me if I would have gone to his dungeons and helped myself to a book?”

The matriarch took a deep breath, turned on her heels and left the examination room. She came back caring some potions and two paperback books.

“You will need to take these potions every day. Severus, do you hear me? Every day,” she admonished.

“Yes, Madame, I assure you I will do as you say.”

“And these books are for you. This way you do not have to be punished for looking at Mr. Potter’s books. They are muggle detective novels; you know how I have always had a weakness for them. You may find them quite entertaining,” she said with a tender smile.

Severus looked at Harry for permission when Harry did not even look back he took it as a consent and thanked the healer for the books.

“I want to see you in two weeks, but you will notify me at once if you do feel that something is off; is this understood?” she said handing him the robe. “I think you still have some of your clothing in your old quarters. I can get them to you.”

“That won’t be necessary. It is after all my responsibility to dress him. He will simply have to make do with what I provide him with,” warned the younger man.

Poppy gave him a murderous glare and then turned to help Severus down from the examination table. The two men took the floo and were out of sight before the Matriarch could think of a retort.

***

Once they were back at the house Harry called out to Kreacher and had Severus give the elf the potions.

“Kreacher, you will make sure he takes his potions every day, I do not want my child to suffer because of his pigheadedness,” ordered the Gryffindor. “And you…” pointing to Severus, “can make yourself scarce.”

Severus was more than happy to get to his little piece of floor next to the hearth. He sat in his chair and took a look at his books. He read three pages before the words started to get blurry. He put the books down knowing that without his reading glasses the effort would be in vain. Serverus sighed. Too long without books had made him forget that after almost forty years of mistreating his eyes with small text and darkened rooms Serverus’ sight had no patience for him and would leave him after only a few pages.

Kreacher popped up in front of him with a questioning look.

“I need reading glasses,” he said with a defeated sigh.

Kreacher popped out of the room and minutes later popped back in with a pair of very old fashion pointy spectacles.

“This is being Kreacher’s Mistresses’ glasses,” he simply stated before he popped out of sight.

Severus tried them on but immediately realized that they were too strong for him, so he decided to use them as magnifying glasses; placing them over the page instead of wearing them. He was soon called to dinner and then was asked to get out of his Guide’s sight yet again.

That night when Kreacher came for his robe…

“I really appreciate the fact that you wash and press this robe, but I get very cold at night. I know I sleep next to the fire yet I feel the chill go straight to my bones.”

Kreacher disappeared and appeared a moment later carrying a heavy flannel nightgown. He placed it on Severus’ lap. When the Potions Master unfolded it he found that it was a woman’s nightgown and by the looks of it a very old nightgown. It was lavender with purple roses, but he did not care, it looked warm and he really appreciated the elf’s attempt at keeping him comfortable. When he put it on he felt the gown warm his soul and had the best night’s sleep since arriving at the Potter household.

A/N

I wanted to point something out. Severus Snape is my same age. We were both born in 1963 so I gave him my same vision. I can read a couple of pages without glasses but then I need those darn reading glasses. I know many of my readers are very young and might not get how he could read three pages without glasses and then need them. It’s a turning 40 thing.

Thanks again for your great support with this story.

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