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Making Happy	By : neelix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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5. Where They Wait, and So Do We

‘It kills you to see them grow up.

But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.’

~Barbara Kingsolver~

Hermione

‘Severus! That’s enough!’ I can feel my body shaking as I forcefully remove his wand tip from Ron’s throat. They stare at each other unmoving before Severus grudgingly steps away. I stand between them to keep them apart, only this time I am keeping Severus from Ron, not the other way around.

‘We have to hear what happened before you hex him,’ I say firmly, even though I feel precisely the same way. At no point during the war did I ever feel so helpless.

‘It had better be a fucking good story, Weasley.’ Severus stands his ground, a nerve twitching near his jaw. I’ve lived with him long enough to know that his temper is just simmering below the surface and it will take very little for him to blow again.

‘I am really sorry, Hermione.’ Ron pleads with me but all I hear is his eleven year old self, whining about Snape and too much Potions homework. He has never truly matured, but I did know that deep down.

‘You should be apologising to both of us, Ron. Severus is Happy’s father and I suggest you don’t forget it.’

I feel suddenly exhausted, and as I glance at Severus I see the storm has past. His shoulders slump and the fire in his eye is replaced with anxiety and pain, a look I haven’t seen since… Well, since the time everything changed. Judging by the dark shadows, he’s been drinking too much. I don’t have the energy to ask what has driven his mood to seek solace in the Firewhisky. I know already, of course.

I sink into the nearest chair, not looking at either of them as they find their own seats on either side of me. I want to be with Happy, but Harry was insistent that he carries out the scans in the Stasis Room, and the least amount of adult magic in there the better, apparently.

‘Explain,’ Severus murmurs, loud enough for his voice to reverberate across my cheek. Ron leans forward warily to look at Severus and I know he’s gauging just how safe he is. He shouldn’t worry, because yet again I sit between him and perceived danger.

‘We were playing Soft Quidditch. Happy was on my broom with me, and I promise you, we were only a few feet from the ground, and I used a Sticking Charm to make sure she wouldn’t slide around too much. I thought she was safe, but as we turned to dodge the Bludger, I swear to you, she just flew upwards. I think when she realised she was just floating in the air; she panicked and started to fall. I turned back to get her, but I just wasn’t fast enough. Honestly, it really was an accident.’

Severus has stiffened in his seat and I know exactly where his thoughts are going.

‘Don’t you dare,’ I whisper, laying my hand on his forearm. ‘She was always going to inherit some of your traits, Severus, just as she has mine. It’s not your fault.’

‘I should have considered…’ he mutters.

‘Nonsense. We can’t wrap her up in a Cushioning Charm all of her life, and this is just another aspect of her magic she can learn to manage. You can teach her, Severus. You’ll have to, because she will be too scared to do it on her own.’

I feel him relax, and I’m aware of Ron watching us as I speak. I turn to look at him and he shakes his head.

‘Unbelievable. How do you do it, ‘Mione?’ He smiles a wan smile, and I know he needs forgiveness. I’m not ready yet.

‘You told our daughter about the Dark Lord,’ Severus says quietly.

Oh, fuck.

‘Harry said I had to keep her awake, I had to tell her something!’ Ron is indignant now, and I can’t blame him really.

‘It’s okay, Ron. We just didn’t want her to know until she was older, when we can explain it properly,’ I say quietly. I really cannot be bothered with this tennis match any longer.

The waiting room has a small kitchen area to the side, so I get up and grab a glass and fill it with cold water from the jug beside it. I hear Ron telling Severus that Happy thinks he made the story up, but it’s too late for all of that. She’s an inquisitive girl.

That’s one of the traits she inherited from me.

***

Harry

I feel like I’m on automatic pilot. This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with such an injury, but despite this and any previous positive outcome, I can’t seem to shift the ball of fear in my stomach. This time, no matter how far apart we’ve all been and no matter how professional I appear to be on the outside, this is personal.

This is the child I would never have had if things had been different. That he would never have had. What would his life be now if he and Hermione hadn’t… No. I can’t think about that now, for fuck’s sake. And yet I can’t shake the image of them together in the treatment room, so cosy, so close. As Minerva would have said, they’re a good fit.

I’m staring at the girl as I watch the changing colours of the scan. Thank God Marcus is recording the results, because I haven’t been paying attention at all. She seems paler, but that could be because I’m looking at her through a pale, yellow haze.

Hang on a minute. Yellow is not a positive indicator.

‘Marcus,’ I say urgently. ‘Let me see the results so far.’

He’s frowning as he passes me the clipboard, and as I scan my eye over his notes I can see why.

‘Compound fracture, internal bleeding… Shit.’ I close my eyes and take a slow, inward breath.

‘Shall I put the child in steady stasis, Mr Potter?’ his voice is clear, organised, and I’m very glad to have him with me because suddenly I’m all over the place.

‘Yes, do that. I’ll go and speak to her parents again. I think surgery is the only option.’

I see Marcus nod and walk to the side of the bed, his wand at the ready. I leave the room and feel chilled to the bone.

I had often imagined what I would say to Snape if I ever had the good misfortune to bump into him, but never had I thought it would be me telling him daughter could, might, possibly will, die.

I enter the waiting room before I can turn around and come back later. The air is charged, the silence deafening. Snape is staring into space, his face a pale mask of tension and concern. I realise I have seen this same mask staring down at me from the Hogwarts head table on any number of occasions, when I thought he hated me. How wrong I was. We all were.

Hermione is up first, wringing her hands tightly, and her eyes searching mine for any sign of hope. I look away and speak to a point beyond her shoulder.

‘I need to speak with you and Severus in my office,’ I say calmly. I don’t know how I got the words out, but they hang there momentarily until I turn and walk away.

As I try and formulate my next sentence, I can hear the familiar thud, thud, thud of dragon hide boots behind me, and I wish they were following me for a better reason.
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