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A Marriage of Convenience	By : NinaSweets Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 158901 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 44
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I’ve been writing all day to get this out. Today is my birthday well it’s been over for nearly an hour but it was my birthday. Because I got so many wonderful gifts I wanted to give you a gift too! So here is another chapter and I’m so sorry about the long wait, enjoy guys, Nina.

Chapter Four
Harry awoke the next morning alone in bed and very disorientated. He shuffled over to the bedside table and slipped his glasses on. He could hear the shower running answering where Snape was. He sat in the bed for a few moments wondering what to do. A glance at his watch told him it was about time to be getting up but he wasn’t sure whether to wait for Snape or if that was a bad idea. The man had been quite... nice last night but you could never tell with someone like that. He went from one extreme to the other though this was the first time Harry had ever had the pleasure of seeing nice Snape. He was usually brutal toward Harry in class; now that they were married he wondered if that would continue. Well it would have to or people would cry favouritism but now that Harry had seen something more than just a sour man who hated children he didn’t really want to go back being yelled at every second.
Harry slid out of bed and got dressed into his spare uniform as the other had been taken off for cleaning after his food fight with Ron last night.
He was packing his school bag for the day when Snape came out of the bathroom in a towel.
Harry hadn’t realised that he had actually just paused midway in putting his Care of Magical Creatures textbook in his bag.
“Potter, the book won’t pack itself especially not if you hold it in mid air.”
Harry blushed and turned away, quickly packing his books away along with his notebooks. When he looked up again Snape had put on his pants and trousers and was in the process of buttoning up his shirt. Harry couldn’t help but stare something Snape found amusing if the man’s smirk was anything to go by.
“You have a tattoo?” Harry said catching a glimpse of a swirling black design on Snape’s left arm.
“Yes,” Snape growled and Harry frowned.
“Show me,” Harry said
Snape thrust out his arm and Harry pulled the shirt sleeve up. It was a black skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. Harry had to stare at it for a full minute before he could remember where he’d seen it.
“Isn’t this... his mark?” Harry asked quietly.
“Yes. All Deatheaters have it,”
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times. He wasn’t quite sure how to react. He knew he should be mad but he wasn’t sure what about. The fact Snape never told him? That he’d been a Deatheater in the first place? He had no reason to be angry. Snape had joined before Harry had even been born. Also they had only been teacher and student before yesterday Snape didn’t have to tell him anything,
“So...?” Harry finally muttered. He raised his eyebrows and stared at Snape’s face hoping the man would offer something. Reassure him a little that he wouldn’t be taken to Voldemort at any moment.
“It’s very complicated Potter,” Snape said shortly.
“Either you are or you aren’t it’s not that complicated,” Harry said.
“You don’t just get to leave Potter; he decides when you’re done.”
“Dumbledore knows?”
“Yes,” Snape said watching Harry carefully to see how the boy processed this. He frowned in thought for a moment before speaking.
“Okay. Just one thing... you won’t kill me right?” Harry asked.
“Rest assured Potter if I wanted you dead I’d have killed you long before now. There were many potions classes where I dreamed of doing just that.”
“Thanks,” Harry muttered
“No, thank you,” Snape said and Harry offered a small smile and shrugged uncomfortably.
“Well Hermione keeps saying if Dumbledore trusts you then I should. Plus you just said if you wanted me dead I’d be dead and that’s surprisingly reassuring,”
“Yes you do have an oddly long list of people out to kill you for a fourteen year old,” Snape said
“I don’t understand it. Who would want to kill me? I’m adorable,” Harry said with a wry grin making Snape chuckle.
Harry sat himself down on the bed and watched Snape finish getting dressed. It was an interesting process to watch. Seeing the man transform into snarky Potions Master with just some stiff black robes was fascinating.
“It’s not you at all is it?” Harry commented and Snape simply raised his eyebrows as he finished lacing his boots.
“You’re actually a softy; it’s the robes that make you evil,”
“Yes they do so I suggest you watch what you say while I wear them,”
“Going to give me detention?” Harry asked cheekily.
“You already have one and if you don’t curb that wayward tongue of yours I shall be giving you a detention as your husband and not your professor.”
“What’s the difference?”
“One is extremely unpleasant the other is extremely unpleasant,” Snape said and Harry frowned in confusion.
“Wait-”
“To breakfast Potter.”
“But-”
“Breakfast.”
Harry reluctantly made his way to the Great Hall with Snape. They didn’t speak a word on their trip and separated at the doors without a look at each other. Harry made his way over to the Gryffindor table and spotted Ron and Hermione who waved him over.
He slid into the bench seat opposite the two of them. They were both grinning at him and he frowned.
“What?” he asked
“How was it?” Ron asked his grin widening.
“How was what?”
“Your wedding night,” Ron said and Harry frowned.
“What? Oh! We didn’t... I mean... nothing happened...” Harry muttered blushing and looking down at his plate.
“Really?” Hermione asked quietly and Harry nodded.
“Did you get to nervous? Or was it him?” Hermione pressed, “Because there are all sorts of spells for impotency,”
“He’s fine!” Harry said and Hermione shared a smile with Ron
“So something did happen?”
“Well nothing like... that... it was just a bit of kissing,”
“Yeah we can see that, you’ve got a hickey the size of the moon on your neck” Ron said nodding.
“What?” Harry asked his hand flying up to his neck to hide it. Hermione began to giggle while Ron just shook his head.
“Don't worry Harry I can fix it,” Hermione said and pulled out her wand healing the livid red and purple bruise on Harry’s neck where Snape had been gnawing.
“Brilliant. Thanks,” Harry muttered and Hermione smiled brightly.
Harry and Ron started on their breakfast while Hermione began to read the morning paper. She wound up spitting pumpkin juice all over it and coughed, Ron unhelpfully thumping her on the back. She slapped him away and managed to clear her throat properly.
“Harry, you have to-” she stopped to laugh and handed over the paper.
Harry dabbed the pumpkin juice off the front page and let Hermione point out the paragraph she found so hilarious.
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where Severus Snape is a teacher and Harry Potter is a student, has expressed his joy at the union.
“I think Severus Snape is a seriously misunderstood young man and I’m just glad that someone else sees how wonderful he truly is,”
When asked about what the public will think about a former Deatheater marrying the saviour of the Wizarding world Dumbledore had this to say, “Love comes in many forms. I don’t think the public will worry about something as trivial as that. Severus has been cleared of all charges and the public just love a happy story and what’s more happy then two lonely people finding love?”
Lucius Malfoy on the schools board of governors, returning to his post this year after a twelve month ban following the Chamber of Secrets debacle has also weighed in on the debate. “I think Minister Fudge is just worried about the potential favouritism. I however know that Severus is a professional and will continue to behave in a professional manner irrelevant to his private life.”
The Daily Prophet is fully behind you boys and wishes you all the best along with just about everyone else.
Rita Skeeter reporting.
Harry looked up from the paper and frowned.
“The public is behind you and so is that trash writer Skeeter. The first part of the article is basically her ripping into Fudge for being homophobic,” Hermione said with a smile.
“This article makes it sound like we’re star crossed lovers or something,” Harry said his face scrunched up in disgust.
“Of course it does, you can’t go saying you only married him to get out the Tournament,” Ron said and Harry frowned
“But I did,”
“But you can’t say it. It’s completely insulting to the magic of bonding,” Ron said and Harry nodded slowly not really understanding.
“Harry bonding magic can turn on you if you’re not meant to be together or try to force it. It’s why Pureblood marriages are so shoddy, the bond knows they’re doing it for the wrong reasons so it curses them,” Ron said and Harry stared at him.
“Curses them?” Harry asked sounding worried.
“Nothing horrible. Just sterility and things like that. It’s why most pureblood families only have one or two kids, that and all the inbreeding. It’s also why my parents have so many, they’re meant to be together,” Ron said happily.
“Oh,” Harry said in understanding and went back to his breakfast while Hermione began to ask Ron about Wizard-Muggle bonding.
Harry poked at his eggs and toast while he thought. Obviously it wasn’t too dangerous to bond with someone you didn’t love or Snape wouldn’t have agreed to do it nor would McGonagall have suggested such a thing. Still Ron shooting him furtive glances like magic was going to gobble him up any second wasn’t helping very much.
“Harry,” Hermione said and nodded to the head table. Harry followed her faze and found Snape crouched low next to Dumbledore obviously furious about something.
“Think it might have something to do with the article?” Ron asked, “He looks pretty angry,”
“Should I do something? I mean they might not be talking about the article at all,”
“I think we should go to class,” Hermione said and Harry nodded.
“Good idea, hopefully this will die down quickly and I can feel like a normal student again,”
“Harry you’ve never been a normal student,” Hermione pointed out and Harry grinned.
“Well, certainly not from now on,” Ron muttered and Harry frowned at him.
“Harry?”
Harry turned to find Cedric Diggory standing behind him wearing what Fred and George Weasley liked to call his pretty boy smile.
“Hey Cedric” Harry said standing up to try and put less difference in their heights. He might as well have stayed sitting as Cedric towered over him at nearly six feet tall.
“What’s up?” Harry asked when it was clear Cedric wasn’t going to talk first.
“Not much. I just wanted to talk to you,”
“Oh,” Harry said. They hadn’t really spoken before this. Harry was the Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Cedric played the same position on the Hufflepuff team that was about all they had in common really.
“I wanted ask why you did it,” Cedric said and Harry frowned at him.
“Did what?”
“Why did you marry Professor Snape?”
“Because we love each other and couldn’t spend a moment without one another,” Harry deadpanned. Cedric gave him a knowing smile and clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Well thank you. My parents were... a little upset when they heard you’d be competing too. Well mum was anyway, dad just thought it’d be a good chance to humiliate you by winning. Even when I explained that the only time I did win against you was because of those Dementors,”
“Well you tell your dad you’ll still get your moment to win again. You’ll beat Fleur and Krum easy as,” Harry said brightly.
“You’re a good guy Harry. Don’t let Snape ruin that,” Cedric said and then smiled his charming smile again before heading back over to the Hufflepuff table.
Cedric talking to him at breakfast was like a magic signal and the rest of the school was suddenly a lot warmer to him. The Hufflepuff’s were especially gracious thanking him and offering their condolences on his marriage.
For the first time in a while Harry actually had a nice day. The Slytherin’s weren’t quite sure what to say to him so they ignored him which had been very pleasant and random people had been smiling at him all day which made him feel good.
When he returned to the rooms he shared with Snape the good mood evaporated because Snape was in a bad mood. He didn’t even get a word out of his mouth before Snape was shouting at him.
“Go do your detention! You’ll be scrubbing cauldrons!” Snape snapped. Harry sighed but headed through the door to Snape’s office and out into the Potions classroom where twenty seven disgusting cauldrons waited to be scrubbed. Harry quickly got started ignoring Snape who stormed in a little while later and began to viciously mark essays.
It took hours for Harry to finish scrubbing every cauldron so they were sparkling clean. Some of them had some dried orange goo stuck to them which Harry had had to chip off with a knife and then scrub them smooth and shiny. Anything less Snape would have made him start all over again.
Harry stood up straight stretching his aching back muscles which had cramped from bending over the sink for so long.
“Potter, come here!” Snape ordered. Harry turned and glared at him Snape raised an eyebrow and then glared back.
Eventually Harry caved and made his way over to Snape’s desk stopping in front of it.
“Yes?” he said snottily and Snape narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t take that tone with me.”
“I’m sorry but I don’t like having detentions for things I didn’t do,”
“You did do it though,”
“Hermione did it! She got Lockhart to sign a note for the book in the restricted section. She snuck into your special stores and she’s the one who brewed it!”
“Really willing to throw your friend under the bus are you?”
“No...” Harry muttered
“That’s what I thought. I just wanted to compliment you on your wonderful job cleaning those cauldrons,”
“A compliment? Did you have a brain aneurism?”
“No. Just thinking on what a good little wife you are cleaning for me. If you could cook or give spectacular blowjobs you’d be perfect,”
“I can cook and I don’t know what a blowjob is but it sounds dirty,”
“It is dirty,” Snape confirmed and smirked at the face Harry pulled.
“Why were you in a bad mood before?” Harry asked
“I’m always in a bad mood,”
“Did you want to talk about it?” Harry asked and Snape stared at him.
“My my you really are the perfect little house wife aren’t you?”
“I’m just... it’s... I... Ron mentioned something so...”
“Mentioned what?”
“Well about bonding magic. It can punish people if they’re not right for each other so... I thought if we both at least tried to get along it wouldn’t get mad,” Harry muttered.
Snape sighed and pushed his essays back and his chair away from the desk patting it to indicate Harry should sit on it.
Harry jumped up onto the desk and Snape slid his chair back close and stared at Harry.
“Do you honestly think I would marry you if it was somehow detrimental to me? I wouldn’t even consider it if I thought anything would happen. I’m a very selfish man.”
“Well Ron only mentioned infertility... but nothing else will happen right?”
“Magic has a way of knowing when she’s being mistreated and responds appropriately. Bonding magic is very much the same. No we’re not in love and yes it wasn’t the best reason to marry but there are worse reasons and I know this will be my only marriage and I think she knows that too so she’s cutting me a little slack for marrying the first thing that asked,”
“You won’t get married again?” Harry asked quietly.
“No I don’t think so as my first marriage has put me off it forever,” Snape said and Harry simply stared at him.
“That’s sad. You should find someone.”
“It’s not exactly easy when you work and live in a boarding school where most of the people living there are well under the legal age and those you could probably date are either your students or your former teachers turned colleagues,”
“Oh yeah,” Harry said quietly. “So we’ll be okay?”
“Yes I should think so.”
“Do you think we could still try?”
“Try what?”
“Getting along? Even though the bond doesn’t need it. Could we still try?” Harry asked.
“I suppose,” Snape replied though it sounded very reluctant.
“Good,” Harry said and stood up, “I’ll leave you to your essays”
With a quiet, goodnight he left and Snape sighed staring at the essays he had to mark. The boy was strange. Was he concerned for his own safety or Snape’s when worrying over the bond? It was definitely both of them. He claimed to hate him the past and yet he still didn’t want him hurt. That made Snape feel... good. Happy in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. Someone cared enough to not want him hurt. It was strange. It had been years since he’d felt it. He couldn’t quite remember how to deal with it.

Harry was yawning his way through breakfast while Ron and Hermione argued about homework opposite him. He was sleepily buttering a slice of toast when an unfamiliar owl landed in front of him. The owl held out its leg with the parcel attached but before Harry could take it another owl landed in front of him. And another and another. There were dozens of owls hopping up and down trying to get Harry to take their letters. Harry took the letter off the first one and quickly pulled it open.
Congratulations on your marriage! Please accept this gift certificate for Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions,
Lots of love, Miriam Douglas
“Who’s Miriam Douglas?” Hermione asked when Harry showed Ron and Hermione the note.
“No idea,” Harry replied.
Dozens more owls appeared landing in people’s breakfasts spilling food and feathers everywhere as they clamoured toward Harry hooting softly.
“They’re wedding presents!” Ron said watching as more and more owls arrived all trying to get Harry to take their parcels.
Harry turned to the teachers table to see that Snape was having the same problem. Snape however was ignoring the birds around him and continued to eat his cereal while the owls scrambled on the table or hovered near his head trying to get him to take their gifts.
One particular owl caught Harry’s eye. It was his snowy white owl Hedwig. She wasn’t bringing him a letter though she headed straight to Snape. Harry recognised the red envelope and hurried after her. The owls who had been trying to deliver gifts all followed after him so he had an entourage of owls which all mingled with Snapes’ when he stopped before him.
Hedwig was carrying a howler, a magic letter that would not be ignored no matter how much you wanted to.
Hedwig dropped the letter in Snape’s cereal when he wouldn’t take it from her and landed on Harry’s arm giving him a soft hoot in greeting.
“You can have some of my breakfast it’s over there by Neville” Harry said and Hedwig nipped his ear affectionately before heading over to help herself to Harry’s toast.
Snape shook milk off the howler and reluctantly opened it well aware that every single student and teacher in the Great Hall was staring at him.
The letter exploded and a furious voice screamed at Snape startling all the owls around them into the rafters with angry shrieks.
“YOU ARE DEAD SNIVELLUS! YOU HEAR ME! DEAD! YOU’D BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN FROM NOW ON. IF I HEAR YOU’VE TOUCHED A HAIR ON HIS HEAD I’LL STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!”
Harry recognised the voice immediately and paled when he heard it.
It was his Godfather Sirius Blacks voice that was screaming at Snape. Sirius was on the run from the law after being wrongfully imprisoned for nearly thirteen years. He had escaped last year and lived on the run. Sirius was the closest thing to a family Harry had even though they barely ever saw each other he loved the man fiercely and worried for him constantly. His punishment if he was caught was a fate worse than death.
There was ringing silence in the hall in the aftermath of the howler and Harry was just staring at Snape with wide eyes. Snape stared at him then narrowed his dark eyes, an evil glint appearing in them.
Oh no, he knows!
“Potter. I think you and I need to have a little chat,” Snape said his voice deadly quiet. In the silence of the hall he may as well have been shouting.
Harry sighed and followed Snape through the Great Hall. The students all watching with great interest, whispering guesses on who would dare send Snape a howler.
Snape slammed open the door to their rooms and pushed Harry inside roughly.
“I know exactly who that howler was from! You did help him escape didn’t you and you’ve been in contact with him haven’t you?”
“So what if I have?! The man is my Godfather and he the closest thing to a parent I’m ever going to get!” Harry snapped. Snape grabbed him by the collar gearing up to scream in the boys face when -
“Am I interrupting?”
Snape let go of Harry so fast it was like he’d caught on fire.
Harry turned to find Lucius Malfoy sitting on Snape’s chair like he owned it, sipping at a tumbler of brown liquid. He was a tall man his long legs stretched out in front of him wearing dark green robes that looked very plain to Harry but surely cost a fortune. The Malfoy family was very old and very rich and very proud of the fact they were Pureblooded Wizards. A fact that made them rather snobbish toward anyone that wasn’t Pureblood. It was this reason Harry and Mr Malfoy’s son Draco didn’t get along very well. That and Draco was a complete prat.
Mr Malfoy’s pale blonde hair was pulled back with a ribbon and his pointed face was bent into a cool mask of indifference. His grey eyes looked Harry up and down before they drifted over to Snape.
“Lucius? What are you doing here?” Snape asked.
“I came to offer my good friend congratulations on his nuptials,” Mr Malfoy said.
“I brought you a wedding present,” Mr Malfoy said with a smirk, “Draco!”
The door to Snape’s bedroom opened and Draco Malfoy came out holding a big white feathery thing. He had a pout on his face and was glaring between Snape and Harry.
“Set her down,” Mr Malfoy ordered and Draco put the white thing down on the couch petting it softly.
“What is it?” Harry whispered to Snape and Mr Malfoy heard him.
“Are you honestly so uncultured you don’t know what a peacock is?”
“I thought they were blue,” Harry muttered defensively.
“Lucius breeds albino peacocks,” Snape said and Harry nodded in understanding.
“And now he’s giving you my Princess!” Draco whined miserably.
“Draco,” Mr Malfoy said sternly and Draco sighed.
“But she’s mine...” Draco sighed.
“Well you keep her. I wouldn’t know what to do with a peacock,” Harry said,
“Yes she wouldn’t go with the decor,” Snape sneered.
Draco beamed and scooped Princess the peacock back into his arms for a cuddle. The peacock cooed and head butted him softly with affection.
“It’s rude to refuse gifts,” Mr Malfoy said
“It’s rude to enter someone’s rooms unannounced,” Snape retorted sounding very bored.
“It was a surprise,” Mr Malfoy said simply. Snape narrowed his eyes and stared, Mr Malfoy glared back. There was some sort of silent argument between them because a few moments later Mr Malfoy stood up gave a curt nod to Snape and Harry. He turned to Draco and took Princess off of him to take back to their home and disappeared through the Floo without another word.
Draco held out a letter to Snape, who snatched it off him with a growl, before leaving.
Snape turned to Harry, “Answer my questions,”
“Yes I helped him escape,” Harry said proudly, “He’s innocent I saw Peter Pettigrew that night in the Shrieking Shack and so did Hermione, Ron and Professor Lupin. I don’t care if you don’t believe me I know I did the right thing!”
“You are a bigger idiot then I thought then,” Snape said and Harry glared at him.
“I don’t care. He’s innocent! He didn’t even get a trial. Did you know that? I bet you got one though even though you’re a Deatheater!” Harry snapped breathing harshly. “You don’t have to see him. You don’t have to meet him. You don’t have to do anything. He’s not stupid enough to come back here and he’s not stupid enough to come here and confront you,”
“You don’t know how stupid he is you’ve only known him for a few months.”
“That’s all I needed. I’d only known him a few hours and I was ready to run away with him!”
“You are foolish!”
“No I’m not. It’s those instincts that told me I could trust him and it’s those same ones that tell me I can trust you,” Harry said.
“Go to class.”
“Promise you won’t do anything,”
“Go to class!”
“Not until you promise me! He’s all I have”
“Go. To. Class!” Snape spat.
Harry glared at him but left to go to his first class of the day which was History of Magic. Hermione had carried his bag up to the classroom for him as he’d left it behind in the Great Hall.
“There were some truly wonderful gifts you got Harry,” she greeted him when he returned.
“Dumbledore’s taken them to check them over before giving them to you and Snape,” Ron said and Harry shrugged.
“I don’t want any of it. It’s wrong to take real gifts for a fake marriage,” Harry said.
“Was everything all right? Snape looked furious,” Hermione said.
“It was fine. He just wanted to ask about Sirius.”
“What did you say?”
“The truth. That Sirius was innocent and I helped him get away,”
“Harry!”
“He doesn’t know how I did it or that you were involved,”
“Well what’s he going to do?”
“Hopefully nothing. He doesn’t know Sirius is heading up this way and hopefully some common sense will kick in and he’ll go back into hiding before he can get caught so it won’t be a problem.”
“You should write to Sirius and explain everything so he doesn’t come charging into the Great Hall to kill Snape.”
“I’ll write to him at lunch,” Harry said and Hermione nodded approvingly.
Harry didn’t need to write to him at lunch.
Dumbledore was waiting for him outside the History of Magic classroom when class finished.
“Harry, my boy” he said brightly. “Ms Granger, Mr Weasley, how are you?”
“Fine Headmaster,” Ron and Hermione said together.
“I’m going to need to borrow your friend here for a moment. Not to worry I’ll have him back in time for his next class,” Dumbledore said and gave Harry a smile. Harry nodded indicating that the Headmaster should lead the way. So for the second time in as many days Harry was heading up to Dumbledore’s office.
Once they got there though Harry was immediately pulled into a bony hug. He looked at the shoulder of the man hugging him and saw the dark tattoos running across a dangerously thin shoulder.
“Sirius!” he said and squeezed tighter making the man laugh. Sirius pulled away holding Harry’s face in his hands.
“Hello Harry, how have been?” Sirius asked smiling.
“Great. What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” Harry said worriedly and Sirius smiled ruffling his hair.
“I’m fine. It’ll be okay, don’t worry so much,” Sirius said and Harry looked at him. He said he was fine but he certainly didn’t look it. The first time they’d met he had been on the run for nearly ten months but had been finding scraps and things to live off. He had been thin and dirty with elbow length hair that was a scraggly tangled mess. He had a haunted look that Azkaban gave all its prisoners making his grey eyes dull and his face gaunt. If at all possible he looked worse now, thinner then Harry had ever seen him and far more dirty though he’d hacked off his mess of hair at his shoulders. His eyes though were happy and he was grinning.
“Why did you come?”
“Well I had to. Your scar, this whole Tournament business and I manage to snag a paper yesterday and there on the front page is the news that you got married to your teacher,” Sirius said.
They sat down on the couch, Dumbledore disappearing up the stairs to give them some privacy.
“So, one thing at a time, your scar,” Sirius said and Harry shrugged.
“Voldemort is getting stronger. It normally doesn’t hurt unless he’s standing right in front of me. That dream I had with Wormtail... he’s getting stronger. Planning something big,”
“You don’t know what?”
“Well it’s not like a switch. I can’t just turn it on and off,” Harry muttered defensively.
“All right, all right. Now the Tournament?”
“Someone put my name in. They wouldn’t let me drop out. They said it was a binding contract and I had to compete. I couldn’t. I had to get out of it so I looked through the rule book and the only way they’d let me drop out was if I got injured, pregnant or my spouse forbid me from entering. So I got a spouse who’d forbid me from entering.”
“Snape,” Sirius said darkly and Harry nodded. “I don’t like it Harry. What man marries a fourteen year old?”
“It’s not like that. We’ve only kissed,”
“You kissed!? Where is that paedophile?”
“Sirius! Please! He’s doing me a favour. I mean really when people here everyone immediately thinks the worst of him right? He’s putting his reputation on the line for me”
“Oh what reputation?”
“As a respected Potions Professor,”
“Harry no one respects him.”
“I do,” Harry said.
The door burst open and Snape strode in with a sneer on his face.
“Ah Black I thought I could smell your putrid stench across the castle,”
“Shut it Snivellus!”
“Name calling Black? How mature of you,”
“Both of you stop!” Harry said, “What is your problem with each other?”
“Snivellus is just bitter because I was cool in school and he wasn’t.”
“Get over yourself Black. We have bigger issues then school rivalry. You tried to kill me!”
“Oh who didn’t?” Sirius replied and Snape narrowed his eyes.
“Sirius! Like it or not Snape is my husband now! We are married! It doesn’t matter if it’s for the wrong reasons that we got married we are married. We will be for at least the next few months so you just need to accept it. And you Severus! You are an adult all right!? And this man is my Godfather! I know in-laws suck but you have to deal with it because I will not be in the same room with either of you if you’re going to be so stupid. So if you care for me at all then please try to get along,” Harry said.
“Harry of course I care for you,” Sirius said
“I could take or leave you,” Snape said disinterestedly.
“Ugh!” Harry cried out in frustration and stormed off leaving Sirius and Snape to glare at each other.

Another chapter out. Hope you guys enjoyed it. As always I love hearing from each and every one of you so leave a review, thanks for reading, Nina.
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