How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Severus and Harry woke early the next morning and quickly packed up their belongings in the new truck and said their goodbyes to the others. With Harry safely buckled into the middle and the puppies tucked into their box on the floor boards, Severus pulled the truck out of the campground and headed into Sturgis for one last look around and to get some breakfast before they head east for West Virginia.

“Are you excited Harry?” Severus asked as he pulled the truck into a small greasy spoon and shut it down, casting a quick cooling spell to keep the puppies safe while they were inside. Truth be told, Severus did feel bad, this was supposed to have been a vacation for the younger man and it seemed to have been anything but relaxing for him. At least he could comfort himself in the thought that he had the rest of his life to treat the younger man to vacations.

“I am Sev, I am looking forward to having a home that I can say is ours.” He said almost bouncing as his husband gave him a hand down from the big truck. Giving the Dodge a critical eye, Severus decided he’d have running boards installed soon to make it easier for Harry as he got further along in his pregnancy. He really didn’t want to watch an eight month along pregnant wizard attempt to climb in and out of his truck.

“I do have to apologize though Harry,” Severus said as they walked across the car park and he opened the door for the younger man.

“Apologize for what?” Harry asked, he didn’t think his husband had anything to be sorry to him for.

“This was supposed to have been a holiday for you, Harry, and well you’ve not gotten a chance to see much.” The older man said as they were seated and he ordered for them.

Harry only grinned at him and shook his head. Only Severus would think of something like that.

“Sev, you great git, I’ve had a good holiday with you. It’s not every hol that a bloke marries his knight in shining armour, now is it?” Harry smiled as he sipped his juice, his eyes sparkling at the raven haired man sitting across from him. The older man only snorted and then smiled at him affectionately as their food arrived.

“Eat every bit of that Harry; the Bump needs plenty of nourishment.” Severus teased as he cut into his own steak and eggs. He watched as Harry tucked into his pancakes and they continued their conversation when out of nowhere a man stepped up to their table and dropped a black leather bound notebook between their plates.

Both men jumped in surprise and then Severus froze as he realized just who their visitor was. Officer Byron Ridell, one of Sturgis’ finest and just so happens a wizarding liaison for the Dakotas and other northern Plains states was now gracing their breakfast with his noxious presence.

“Fuck me.” Severus muttered under his breath as he sat up slowly and looked at the uniformed man standing to the right of him. He’d had more run ins with the man than he cared to remember over the past ten years for different minor muggle infractions. Severus Snape was not a stupid man, he had always known enough not to draw his wand on someone while in the States, that would only get him barred from ever crossing the border again.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Severus Snape as I live and breathe. We hadn’t had to come out to your camp yet this year, thought you might have gotten a clue and kept your limey ass at home where it belongs, boy.” The portly law man drawled as he pulled up a chair and sat uninvited at their table.

Severus smiled a tight little smile and seethed inwardly, all he wanted to do right now was hex that baboon’s skin from his body and watch him dance in a pit of flaming napalm.

“Just getting in Snape?” Ridell asked as he poked at Severus in the chest with the butt end of his billy club. Harry just watched this idiot’s actions open mouthed, he was clueless as to what was going on, he couldn’t figure out why Severus hadn’t laid into the man yet.

“Afraid not officer, we are leaving this charming berg just as soon as we finish our meal.” Severus said, still smiling his tight little smile and giving Harry a look that spoke volumes. Please love, don’t question this now, just go along with this for me, was what it said. Harry gave a discreet nod and continued eating.

“You know the routine Snape, give me your papers.” Ridell demanded as the waitress brought him a cup of coffee. As Severus was reaching behind him slowly, Ridell quickly grabbed his arm in a vise like grip.

“Give me your wand first.” He demanded icily as he looked at the dark wizard with mistrust, one hand on his own wand in its holster.

Exhaling through clenched teeth, Severus removed his wand from his back pocket and laid it on the table in plain view. Once he saw the other man was satisfied, he reached back again for his wallet and brought it to the table. Opening it, he extracted his papers and handed them to the man.

The officer picked them up gingerly as if he expected them to be cursed and shook them open. Harry watched this with some amusement, he supposed if one knew Severus Snape then they could expect something to be cursed. Ridell glanced over them and shoved them back at the wizard rudely, then turned his attention to Harry.

“So who’s your pretty little companion Snape?” he leered as his eyes traveled over Harry lecherously. Harry felt the slow burn of fury start, he wasn’t there to be on display for this bastard, he looked across the table at Sev. His husband’s face was dead white with two red spots on his cheeks, Harry knew he was close to simply killing the man and the so called officer was provoking him for some reason.

“I am Harry Snape, Severus’ husband.” Harry answered coolly, refusing to give in to temptation and try to hide his body behind his hands. Ridell sat back in his chair at that, an amused smile on his face as he looked at him thoughtfully.

“Well well well, got yourself married did you, boy?” Ridell said like it was one of the funniest things he’d heard in ages. “I’ll need his papers too then, can’t be too sure about the likes of someone that would marry a piece of Deatheater shit like you, Snape.”

Severus gave Harry an apologetic look and then removed his husband’s papers from his wallet and handed them over to the officer of the peace. Why on earth couldn’t they just leave him alone? He hadn’t done a damn thing this year. Now last year, yes, he deserved the harassment, and the years before, but not this year. One day he really hoped they’d forget about the stupidest thing he’d ever done in his life, yeah and maybe he’d wear a tutu and want to be called Lolita. Shaking his head slightly, he refused to allow himself to slink down in his chair, he was in the right, and he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Holy shit, if it isn’t Harry freaking Potter as I live and breathe.” The big man said with a low whistle and rocked back in his chair to look at Harry again. “What the hell are you doing with him?” he asked jerking a thumb at Severus.

“From the looks of things, I would venture to say I’d be spending eternity with him.” Harry said with quiet steel in his voice as he met the man’s eyes. He didn’t like this overgrown auror wannabe, and like Sev, he wanted to hex him and hex him badly. Ridell suddenly leaned forward into Harry’s face and grinned dangerously.

“You should watch your mouth boy. You also need to know what kind of monster you are spreading your legs for.” Harry could feel the hot breath of the man as well as smell the sour bitter coffee on his breath; he tried to fight the gorge that was rising in his throat.

Harry narrowed his eyes and smiled sweetly before he answered.

“To be perfectly honest, when it comes to body counts, I think I have Sev beat hands down.” Harry said quietly and then brought his glass of juice to his lips sipping the sweet liquid before speaking again. “One more thing officer, I’d really like it if you’d stop ogling me like I was a jelly filled pastry behind glass.”

Ridell had his hand on Harry’s wrist and the young man half out of his chair before Severus could get to his feet. He was planning to drag Harry out in the parking lot and teach him a thing or two about manners when a woman stepped in and leaned against the table.

Harry yanked his arm back with a snarl and glared at the man, he was furious; this man had no right to touch him. One look at Severus told him that he was in no danger of being reprimanded at all; the older man looked fit to be tied himself. He glanced up at the woman that had just intruded upon the charming little scene. It was Severus’ friend, that Domme from New York, Jo Velden, Harry wouldn’t have cared if it had been the Easter Bunny as long as it had gotten his sweaty hand off of him.

“Why hello there Officer Ridell, Severus, and Harry; I hear congratulations are in order. We ran into Grant and Damon this morning and they told us the good news.” She said as she pasted a false smile on her shrewd face. She knew exactly what was going on. She’d had to defend Severus several times for minor charges over the years and knew Ridell had a hate on for him. It figured that the bastard would try to harass him on his way out of town, especially when Sev had actually been good this year for a change. She smiled at Harry and dropped a hand on the back of his shoulder in a very protective gesture; she’d also seen how Ridell had been cruising Sev’s young husband.

“Velden.” Acknowledged Ridell, he knew his fun was over now that the attorney was there. He turned back to the older Snape. “So when do you leave for Scotland?”

“Actually, we don’t. We are staying in West Virgina.” Severus said and then wished he’d kept his mouth shut. They neither one had filled out any paperwork for immigration or asylum. They could very well be turned away from the border, especially him. It seemed the United States had serious issues with Deatheaters or former Deatheaters being within it’s borders. Both Ridell and Velden looked at him with interest. Ridell’s smile was predatory, Velden’s sympathetic. Bugger, he was screwed.

“Well well well, now this is interesting, yes indeedy it is.” Ridell smirked as he pulled out his mobile and made a call, turning from the table to speak to someone.

Harry watched and listened as Jo spoke quietly with Sev for a few moments and then smiled back at him. She pulled up a chair and joined them.

“Put your wand away Sev, no need for it to be out.” She said gently as she nudged it toward him. Severus did so and sighed as he looked at Harry.

“Harry, I am sorry, it seems my past is going to cause us trouble. I will understand if you decide to….” Severus began as Jo looked the other direction and Ridell looked on smirking.

“Don’t say it Husband.” Harry said with a little crooked smile. “We deal with our pasts as they come, and then we have our future.”

“How touching.” Ridell snorted as he took a swallow of coffee and looked at them both. “Okay Severus, this is what is going to happen. Are you asking for asylum?”

Severus was quiet for a long moment and looked across the table at Harry who only smiled gently at his husband; he knew what sort of life Severus had had back in Britain. Severus nodded slightly.

“Yes, I am asking for asylum, it would be dangerous if I were to return. I am a traitor to Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort and his followers. There are many left that would like to see me dead. Here I have a chance at new life.”

Jo Velden conjured several legal documents and Severus and Harry both signed them as well as herself and Ridell. She gave each party a set and looked at the couple.

“The first available court date will be two months from now, you will appear and need to show that you are supporting yourselves, that you have a place to live, that you are upstanding members of your community, and all that good stuff. Your sponsors will also need to appear within seven days of today to make it official that you do have a legal representitative here in the United States.” She held out a thin black metal band that resembled a bracelet and sighed.

Severus grimaced once, nodded and stuck his wand hand out in front of her.

“What is that?” Harry asked as she fastened it around his husband’s wrist and murmured an incantation over it. Ridell turned to him to answer, this time, there was no malice in his voice.

“It’s a tracking bracelet son; Severus has ties with a known terrorist group. In order for us to allow him to remain in our borders, he has to be kept track of at all times. That bracelet will alert authorities if a spell is cast that shouldn’t be or if he is in contact with someone he shouldn’t be.” Ridell explained. For all the grief he’d given the proud wizard, he hated to see him brought to heel like this. He knew that under all the gruffness that there was a good person in Severus.

Severus only sat there and stared down at his wrist, looked at the black circlet that branded him as a subversive in society just as that awful tattoo had done for so many years. He licked his lips and swallowed his revulsion; this was his ticket to a new life, a new life with Harry at his side. He was willing to pay the price. He looked up at Harry and gave him a small smile.

“It’s going to be okay Harry, I promise.”