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“Oh this is
so cool!” George gasped as Ron flicked on the lights in the nursery. “Really, really cool.”
“How did
you charm the ceiling?” Seamus had his head permanently tilted back.
“Severus
did it, a brilliant bit of magic,” Ron grinned. “During the day it’ll always be
blue with fluffy clouds, and at night it’s a clear, starry sky.
“I want
it!” George was by the chest of drawers, looking out over the room. “I like the
way you’ve kept it neutral in the room, but the girl’s cot has little roses on
it, and the boys have more stars.”
“I hope
they like it,” Ron breathed, looking around. “After all, a lot of blood, sweat
and tears went into deciding this wall colour…” He placed a finger on the paint
which was too cool to be pink but too pink to be lilac, and too light to really
be either.
“And this
looks really comfy,” Seamus plopped down on the day bed beneath the window.
“You two are going to be great at this,” George smoothed a hand over one of the
cots.
“Thanks,”
Ron murmured.
“So are you
nervous?” Seamus asked, pulling one of the teddy bears
which adorned the day bed onto his lap and making it dance in his hands.
“Nervous that this time tomorrow night I’ll have three babies to look
after?” Ron
raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. A bit.”
“A bit?” George snorted. “And how’s Severus?”
“Better
than I expected, actually. Mostly very excited.”
“Not scared anymore, then?” George smiled.
“Don’t go
that far,” Severus said from the doorway. “But then I’d like to see either of
you be presented with a book on magical baby formula and not be scared at the
twenty different types someone thought it’d be a stupendous idea to create.”
“They like
the nursery,” Ron grinned at him.
“Good, I
like it too.”
“So have
you spilled on the names yet?” Seamus asked.
“No he
hasn’t,” Ron growled and folded his arms over his chest.
“Look, if
you want me to tell you, all you have to do is say the words and I will,”
Severus saved the teddy bear from Seamus. “But you won’t ask me. You’ll know
tomorrow anyway.”
Ron battled
with himself –the suspense was killing him. But Severus was right, he would
know the next day and he’d waited nine months as it was, so one more night
wasn’t going to make a big difference. Except
that I really, really, REALLY want to know…
“You should
see Ginny,” George said to Ron. “She’s going mad. They told her she was on
course for her due date and now she’s late and she is not happy.”
“Neither
would I be if I had a baby in me for that long,” Ron laughed. “She’s got to pop
soon or they’ll induce her anyway.”
“I think
she’s just pissed off that Fleur beat her.”
Severus
looked at Ron to see how he’d take the mention of his nephew by his brother’s
wife. They’d been to see the baby with everyone else but Ron hadn’t quite
gotten over his argument with Bill two months before. Severus had tried to make
him reconcile but Ron was being oddly difficult about the whole thing.
“So, come
on then,” Seamus got to his feet. “Shall we head out and enjoy your last night
of freedom and peace?”
***
At seven
thirty the next morning, Ron was bitterly regretting the last round of
cocktails which Seamus had pressed on them all. His head thumped along with his
nervous heart as he chewed his lip in the room which held the orb, and thus his
children. The hospital had told them that they needn’t be there early, that
they would give it until midday for the natural signs to appear and if they did
not, then they would just go ahead and magically retrieve them.
Ron
realised his hand was shaking when his wedding band made a tapping noise
against the table he was leaning on.
“I can’t
believe you’re going to be born today,” he whispered to the orb. “Nine months
goes fast when you’re… I can’t believe you’ll be here so soon.”
Severus had
gone to the hospital cafeteria to hunt down coffee and left Ron alone with the
babies.
“Any chance
you might wanna come out of there of your own accord? I’m just asking,” Ron
smiled. “So that at least one part of your being is natural?
That sounds like I’m being mean, doesn’t it? I’m not.”
The orb
merely shimmered in response and Ron took a moment to actually consider what
was inside it, even though it made his stomach wobble. There had to be
placenta, surrounding each individual baby… and blood, too. It was so strange
to look at –the shimmering orb with floating colours, but inside was the
replica of the human body.
Ron
shuddered a little and swallowed. “I can’t wait until you’re out of there. I
haven’t told your dad this but this thing really… freaks me out sometimes. Not
you, it. I love you.”
“He won’t
tell me your names,” Ron bit his lip. “I trust him to pick you nice ones, I
just want to know. Think I might
finally ask him when he comes back. The not knowing is tearing me apart. I want
to be able to call you by those names when you come out… though he keeps saying
he needs to hold you first, to check they’re right.”
Ron smiled
dreamily at the orb, thinking how sincerely Severus had taken on the task of
naming their children.
“I promise
you we’ll think of nicknames if they’re all magical and fancy,” Ron whispered
to the orb. “Though I don’t think they will be… he’s-”
“He’s
what?” Severus passed back through the doorframe holding two disposable cups.
“Nothing,”
Ron beamed up at his husband, taking the cup proffered to him. “We’re just
chatting.”
“Odd to think we’ll be able to do that soon and actually have a response from
them, even if it is just a gurgle,” Severus smiled, and sat down on the other
side of the orb to Ron.
“I know.
And tonight they’ll be home with us…”
“Providing
everything goes alright,” Severus worriedly stirred his coffee.
“Everything will be fine,” Ron said firmly.
“That’s the
spirit!” One of the witches from the ward wandered in, a clipboard in her hand.
“How are you two holding up?”
“Nervously,”
Ron blushed.
“Naturally,”
she laughed. “Between you I think you might be the most nervous parents we’ve
ever had.”
“Well, we’d hate to be normal,” Severus commented with a wink at Ron.
“Now, just
to ask –do you both have your birth certificates? They’re essential for
registering the babies’ births.”
“Got mine,” Ron kicked his bag with his foot, and looked at Severus.
“Mine’s at
work,” he looked disgusted with himself. “I needed it the other week.”
“Well, you
can nip off and get it; it’s not going to take you three minutes, is it?” Ron
shrugged, burying his shred of annoyance that Severus should have remembered.
“I don’t
want to miss anything,” Severus muttered.
“You
won’t,” The witch said. “Seriously, I think this lot like it so much in there
they’re never going to come out.”
“They are alright, though?” Ron asked anxiously.
“You can hear three heartbeats just like I can,” she told him kindly but
pointedly. “Don’t panic now, Mr. Weasley.”
“I’m not,
I’m just…”
“Nervous,”
Severus finished for him with an encouraging smile. “About bloody time, too.”
“Don’t swear in front of the babies!” Ron smirked.
“Lets face
it, between me and you these kids will have the most colourful vocabulary to
head off to Hogwarts with, just like you did from your brothers,” Severus
laughed into his coffee.
“The sooner
you go and get your certificate the sooner you can be back,” Ron said
pointedly.
“I’ll go in
a minute,” Severus indicated his coffee cup.
***
“NO! TURN
BACK!”
Severus
heard the shout as soon as he stepped into his office through the fireplace.
The shout had come from Clara, the woman in the portrait behind his desk that
he couldn’t remove and had to suffer daily.
“What?” Severus looked at her, confused.
“Oh you
stupid man,” She fumed, raising her graceful hands to her forehead. “You can’t
be here today.”
“Yes, I know, I just need my-”
“Around an
hour ago a noxious potion exploded in one of the main labs,” she told him.
“They’ve locked the building down, placed anti-apparition wards and they were
supposed to have blocked all of the fireplaces. But nobody thought to block
yours to incoming traffic because you’re meant to be off!”
Severus
froze at the implication of her words. “So nobody can leave?”
“Nobody can
leave,” she actually looked concerned, which if he hadn’t have been filling
with fear and nausea, Severus would have been shocked about –she normally
loathed him.
“Oh fucking
hell.”
“Language,” she scolded him. “No excuse for such filthy words.”
“I think missing the birth of my children is ample excuse,” he looked for the
clock on the mantelpiece. It was half past ten.
Oh he’s going to go absolutely postal. Fuck it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it. Should have come earlier.
Severus
knew if he’d left when Ron had originally told him to, he would have been fine.
He swallowed and opened his office door, but the corridor outside was deserted.
“They’ve instructed everyone to remain in their offices and classrooms,” Clara
told him, examining her nails.
“I need to get out,” Severus strode to his desk and unlocked the draws. “Bloody birth certificate.”
“Language!” She cried again.
“Look, now
is not the time to piss me off,” Severus glared at her, and she retorted with
her own glare, and marched out of the picture frame. “Oh, fucking marvellous!”
Severus watched his only informant disappear.
Anxiety
thrummed through him like the buzz of an annoying insect, and he stood trying
to control his reactions. He pulled out his wand and tried to prepare himself
for drumming up his Patronus.
***
“You’ll be
living in a single parent family,” Ron snarled angrily as he paced up and down
the tiny room. “Because I am going to rip your father limb
from limb when he turns up. If he ever turns up.
I told him! I told him to go bloody sooner and he was so intent on staying put.
I’m going to kill him.”
He groaned
out his frustration and aimed a kick at the chair nearest him.
“Sorry,” he
whispered. “We both have big tempers. Though we’ve both made a pact to try and
not get mad at you. Can’t make any promises about each other though.”
Ron blinked
a few times and took some deep breaths. “Your dad’s father wasn’t very nice to
him. He’s so scared of turning into him. Which of course tells anyone paying
attention that he won’t, and I already know how much he loves you. We wouldn’t
have fought for so long about your room if he didn’t.”
There was a
beeping sound from the monitoring charms and Ron jumped. Nausea of the last nine months is NOTHING compared to this. Can’t do this alone. Fuck. Fuck.
One of the
ward MediWitches came sweeping through the door frame and instantly turned to
him with a big smile on her face. “That’s it, that’s the start of it, you know.
They decided to do this their own way!”
“Nooooo,”
Ron breathed. “Look, guys, can you please just stay put?”
“You’ve been wanting them out for nine months,” the witch looked at him,
confused.
“Severus just sent me a Patronus. His work has been locked down because of a
toxic potion explosion and he can’t get back out to us.”
More
beeping from the monitors and the witch placed her hand on the orb, something
Ron had always been jealous of –only Healers and Medics were permitted to
touch.
“This
really is going to be it, I’d say less than half an hour.”
Ron’s
stream of swear words turned the air blue and he knew Severus would have been
smirking at him. He pulled out his wand to send a Patronus back.
***
“FUCKING NO!” Severus shouted as the dog disappeared into thin air. “No, no, no, no.
I am not missing this!”
He strode
to the window and estimated his chances down the side of the building. Nine
floors up, he wasn’t particularly optimistic.
“This is
what you get for being unorganised,” Clara spoke from the painting, her tone
smug.
“I am the
most organised man on the planet and the one day I fuck up is the one day that
matters,” Severus hissed.
“Well, if
you’re nice to me, I’ll pass on the message that Asteria asked me to give you,”
Clara sat primly down in her chair and blinked her lashes at him.
“What did
she say? Did she call me an idiot as well?” Severus stood in front of the
portrait and folded his arms sulkily across his chest, shoving his trembling
hands in his armpits.
“No, she
says go to her office and don’t let anybody see you.”
“Why would
she do that?” Severus frowned.
“Go and find out,” Clara rolled her eyes. “And don’t forget your birth
certificate!”
Severus had
already made for the door, and had to cross back to his desk for the roll of
parchment. “Thank you.”
“I’m just being helpful because I have a month without you,” the
portrait turned her nose up at him.
Severus
ignored her and darted into the corridor, which was still deserted. Feeling
ridiculous and as un-stealthy as he could be, he managed to make it to the
stairs before he saw anybody. Some of the older professors were gathered on the
next floor down, moaning about the situation and how it was an inconvenience.
I’ll show you a fucking inconvenience. Severus took the stairs two at a
time and ducked into the corridor which housed the office he was looking for.
He rapped on the door twice, sharply, and it flew open, and he was pulled
inside.
“What are
you doing here?” Asteria cried. “You need to be with Ron!”
“Don’t you
think I know that?” Severus’ voice cracked. “He’s just sent a Patronus to say
my babies are coming right now.”
“Now?”
Her mouth fell open, and then she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.
“What are
you doing?” Severus shifted uncomfortably.
“I’m
busting you out of here,” she said, in between hurried whispers of spells. “But
I can’t do it without de-contamination spells. You can’t carry noxious fumes
into a hospital, to your children.”
Severus
stood, feeling the gentle breezes of the spells caress the bare skin they
crossed, felt his hair flutter around his head.
“There,
done,” she beamed, and pocketed her wand.
“See, the thing is, how am I getting out?” Severus
asked her. “Or did you forget that tiny, insignificant little detail?”
“Clara’s right, you’re an old sod at times,” Asteria huffed, and turned away
from him, and Severus thought she was going to chuck him back out. Instead, she
walked to the large, full length mirror next to her fireplace, and looked at
herself in it, preening her hair.
“Yes,
you’re very pretty,” Severus growled. “But I thought you were going to help me?”
“I am,” Asteria cried. “But this mirror demands payment.”
“What?”
“Very
pretty, dear,” the mirror wheezed, and it swung open, revealing a large
passageway concealed behind it.
Asteria
caught the edge of the mirror and held it open. “The mirror only opens the
passage when she is presented with beauty,” she told Severus with an eye roll.
“She told me on the day I moved in she hadn’t opened for nearly a hundred years
because all of the old Professors before me were trolls.”
“Where does
it go? You’ve tested it for traps?”
“It leads
into the stairwell of the muggle block of flats next door. It’s a quick escape
route, and it’s perfectly safe. Now go, before the protection and
de-contamination spells wear off and I have to do them again.”
“You’re a
lifesaver, Ron threatened to rip me limb from limb-”
“Just go
already!” She bounced slightly. “You don’t want to miss this, Severus.”
He looked
at her, trying to think what he could say to express his gratitude, but nothing
would come. She shook her head. “I know, just go. Now.”
He nodded
and stepped into the tunnel and didn’t look back when the light faded and she
closed the mirror behind him.
Mirrors that open when presented
with beauty. Well that’s subjective! Bloody cracked up
Academy. He
muttered in his mind all the way to the end of the tunnel, where he walked
through the wall into the muggle block of flats. He turned on the spot and
apparated before anybody could see him.
***
Ron had
never felt so nervous before. Even awaiting Severus’ trial hadn’t wracked him
with nerves like he was feeling at that specific moment. All the sickness of
the past nine months paled into significance and he paced back and forth in
front of the magical curtain.
Going to kill him. Actually going to kill him with my bare hands.
Ron’s
breath caught in his throat as he heard more beeping behind the curtain. They’d
offered him the chance to be behind it but he wanted to wait for Severus.
Screw magic. I’m going to kill him
with my bloody fingers and have done.
Ron didn’t
want to admit that he was outside the curtain because he was terrified of
seeing something wrong within it. He was alive with fear that something would
be wrong with one of the babies, that there would be a heart-rending moment
where one of them didn’t cry on removal and he would fall apart.
Everything is going to be fine.
Everything is going to be fine. Oh, for fuck’s sake this is us. Everything will
fuck up and one of them will come out with a little pointy beard and be the
Muggle anti-Christ. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
There was
more beeping from behind the curtain and Ron felt just about ready to scream
his anxiety.
“Everything
is going great!” One of the MediWitches called to him, and Ron’s eyes closed
with relief he barely believed.
Come on, Severus. Please don’t make
us miss this.
He paced
again; glaring at the door to be ready should Severus walk through it.
But, with
the grace of an ox, Ron heard Severus before he actually saw him. And then he
watched as he proceeded to slam half into the doorframe as he attempted to
enter the room. And then saw him fall flat on his backside in the hallway.
“Did I miss
it?” he looked up at Ron, face pale, eyes wide.
Ron heaved
him up off the floor and into the room. And then he turned and launched a
bitter slapping attack on the parts he could reach of his husband.
“How” his
voice was a low growl, “Could,” he hit a bit harder, “You,” Severus backed into
a wall, “Do,” Ron grabbed the front of his jacket, “THIS.TO.ME?!”
Severus
panted and slumped against the wall, the stitch in his side hurting like mad.
“Ron, I’ve
just done a very dramatic run through the hospital. I knocked over a little old
lady! I might be dying here, I haven’t run that fast in… ever,” his breaths
came quicker.
“How could you nearly miss this?!” Ron cried.
“I didn’t bloody explode the cauldron!” Severus half-yelled at him. “I got here
as soon as I could.”
Ron froze
then, because a crying shriek rang through the room.
“Is that,
is that-?” Severus’ looked over his shoulder at the curtain.
Ron was
still frozen as Severus stood up straight and made to move closer. Another cry
cut through the air. All Ron could see was his husband’s face, stuck in shock,
and he couldn’t force himself to turn around. A third cry cut the room and
there were some delighted squeals from the staff behind the curtain.
“Ron, they’re here,” Severus looked at him. “Actually here!” Excitement bubbled
in his tone and it made the chain bond blaze.
The ability
to speak had flown far away from Ron. He couldn’t move his legs.
“Come on,
we can see them for the first time,” Severus stretched out a hand to him, but
still Ron didn’t move, he faced the wall and blinked at it, a dead look on his
face.
“What’s the
matter with you?” Severus’ face fell and he recoiled in fear.
“Here, come
and see your babies,” One of the MediWitches threw back the curtain and Severus
wouldn’t have been surprised if the entire world had melted away.
“Two boys
and a girl, like we said,” she told him.
Severus
lost his patience with Ron’s hesitance and stepped around him, following the
witch over to three bundles wrapped in –for
the love of God- pale yellow blankets. He drew in a deep breath, opened his
eyes and properly looked.
He had
never understood how people could find babies, especially newborn babies, so
beautiful. They were always wrinkly and looked somewhat grumpy. But looking
down at his children, Severus felt nothing but amazement and his breath caught
in his throat.
“They’re beautiful,” the witch beamed. “Aren’t they?”
“They’re
amazing,” Ron answered that, and Severus’ head snapped sideways to where it
seemed Ron had recovered from his moment of… whatever it had been. Ron stepped
up alongside him.
Severus
felt shaking fingers lace through his own and he squeezed them tightly.
“They’re
alright?” Ron croaked. “Everything’s… right?”
“Everything
is absolutely perfect,” the witch assured him. “Go on, you can pick them up,
you know… they are yours.”
Ron threw
an excited glance at Severus and dropped his hand to reach for the baby nearest
to him.
“Look at
their eyes,” Severus gasped suddenly, as the boy closest to him cracked open
his eyelids and locked gazes with him. “Sweet Merlin.”
Without
really knowing what he was doing, Severus picked up the baby and held it close
to his body, marvelling at the warmth coming from the bundle. But he simply
could not look away from the baby’s eyes.
“Oh wow,” Ron murmured. “That’s amazing. And their hair… all…”
Severus was
looking into what could only be described as deep eyes which were borderline
deeply pigmented indigo. They were a rich blue-purple which circled to black
around the very edge of the iris.
“Is purple
a normal eye colour?” Ron breathed, looking at the bundle he held in his arms.
“I don’t
care,” Severus beamed at the child he held. “They’re gorgeous. Unbelievable.”
The child
in his arms already had black hair smattering the top of his head. They had
been told that because of the fact the triplets had ample room and time in
which to grow, they might be more advanced on birth, hence the hair. And what
hair it was. But they were all different.
“She’s redheaded like me,” Ron’s voice was a quiet murmur, as he looked at the
girl in his arms.
“But look at him,” Severus looked at
the baby lying contentedly looking at the ceiling still on the bed.
The one
remaining baby had what looked like both black and red hair. Inky black fluff
was sliced with streaks of fiery red where it curled on his head; Ron’s red,
just like the girl had. Severus gently set down the boy he held and picked up
the other.
“They all
look alike, but they’re different at the same time,” Ron walked closer. “He
looks like you,” he nodded at the boy Severus had just set down. “And she has my
nose and lips.”
“And this
one has… my cheekbones, your nose, someone else’s lips entirely and the best
hair in the world!” Severus’ grin was beginning to make his face ache.
“So, do you
have your names?” The MediWitch asked with a big grin, knowing what a secret
they had been.
Ron looked
at Severus and dramatically sucked in his breath.
“I just
need to hold her,” Severus nodded at Ron’s baby. “The boys’ names are right.”
“Going to
tell me what they are?” Ron needled.
Severus set
down the boy next to his brother and reached out for the girl Ron was cradling
in his arms. He pulled her close to his body and almost squealed with delight
at her pretty little face. “Oh she’s so beautiful.”
“Severus,
are you crying yet?” Ron asked, his tone sounded amused.
“Shut up!”
Severus choked, his eyes burning immediately.
“Good,” Ron
sniffed, and swiped at his face. “I’d hate to be the only sap around here.”
Severus
bent his head and sniffed at the powdery scent his little girl emitted.
“So is her
name right?” Ron beamed.
“Its
right,” Severus nodded.
He set her
down next to her brothers and instantly pulled Ron into a vice-like hug.
“Severusjusttellmethedamnnames!” Ron muffled against his shoulder.
Severus
burst out laughing and sniffed. “Okay…”
“Would you like a drum roll?” Ron teased.
“No,”
Severus said calmly. “Okay. This one,” he reached out and stroked the redheaded
girl’s cheek with his index finger, which she nudged against. “This is Rosie
Aurelia.” He moved to the boy with the black and red hair next. “This is Jack
Rafaelle.” He moved to the last baby and paused, blown away at how much he
could see himself within the tiny little face. “This is Elliott Antares.”
“You used
my names…” Ron gasped at him when he was finished. “All this time… all this
time… I can’t believe you remembered!”
He threw
his arms around Severus and squeezed him.
“Of course I remembered,” Severus sank a hand into Ron’s hair.
“What does
that mean, Antares?”
“It’s the
brightest star in the Scorpius constellation –and they’re born under the sign
of Scorpio.”
“Why Elliott?”
“Just a
name I found on the first day I looked, and liked, and kept on going back to
it. It was my favourite of all the very normal
names I searched through.” he winked at Ron. “I only had to look for him. I
knew Rosie and Jack from the very first day.”
“Jack,
Rosie and Elliott,” Ron turned to them, feeling like he may well turn to mush
before too long. “Perfect, they’re absolutely brilliant.”
“Really
lovely names,” the witch said, and both Severus and Ron jumped, having forgotten
her presence. “Shall I get the registrar up?”
Ron nodded
eagerly. He pulled out his wand to send Patronus messages to all and sundry.
Severus couldn’t take his eyes off their children on the bed, heat swelling in
his chest, his eyes burning.
***
“They’re
just so beautiful!” Nobody seemed to be able to shut Ginny up. She wailed
loudly and buried her face in Harry’s shoulder.
Severus
wasn’t going to fault her assessment. He was sat on their sofa cuddling
Elliott, who he had barely been apart from since they’d been home. Their living
room was full of family and friends –who they’d only managed to successfully hide from for two hours after arriving back at
the cottage.
Ron was
bounding around everywhere, an excited smile plastered on his face, cuddling
his children when he could prise them out of his relatives’ hands.
“She looks
so much like Ron,” Charlie marvelled over Rosie. “But, you know, girlish.”
“Thank
Merlin for that,” George grinned, looking down into Rosie’s face. “God, it
feels so weird to be demoted as the family freak show.”
Jack was
firmly ensconced in Arthur’s arms. “Charlie, I think he’s going to be curly
like you, you know.”
Both
Severus and Ron had been alarmed to see that the triplets’ hair seemed to be
growing by the hour. Arthur’s assessment was right; Jack’s hair was curling
tightly, Rosie’s was waving and Elliott’s had grown longer and straighter.
“Its
amazing the way they’ve turned out,” Remus smiled. “Rosie is the spitting image
of Ron, Elliott of Severus and Jack is a mix of them both.”
“Dear
Salazar, a Ron/Severus hybrid. Watch out world,” Harry smirked.
Severus got
to his feet, holding Elliott closely to his body as he did so. It felt so right
and yet so wrong to be standing there cuddling his own
baby. He didn’t quite know what he was feeling.
He jumped
slightly as Elliott let out a cry in his arms. Fear shot through him as he
realised he didn’t know what his child wanted, and every eye in the room was
upon him. He stepped away and the crying stopped, and Elliott gurgled happily
at him. Relieved, Severus stepped back to his original position, but frowned
when the cry came again.
“Severus,
step away again,” Ron looked at them, his hands pausing on his face where he’d
been about to rake them through his hair. Severus did as he asked and Elliott
fell silent again. “Now move back.”
Severus
flicked him a confused glance but did as requested, and was shocked when
Elliott cried again.
“Harry,
step away from the baby,” Ron’s lips curled into a smile as Harry stepped back
and Elliott settled again. “And now go back.”
Elliott
cried even more insistently than before.
“Well just look at that,” Ron laughed. “What a surprise. The baby that looks
like Severus hates Harry.”
“What?”
Harry and Severus yelped as one and then both flushed, looking at one another.
“He cries
when he’s near Harry,” Ron gestured. “You just saw it with your own eyes.”
“Your baby
hates me?” Harry turned to Severus, his green eyes wide. “What have you been
telling him about me?!”
Severus
didn’t know whether he should smile, congratulate the baby on his obviously
stellar character judgement, or deny it. Ron caught his eye and begged
silently.
Oh. Fine.
Just because you sex me up and gave me these. “Don’t be silly,” Severus passed the baby to Harry.
“Just spend some time with him.”
Aaaagh no give me my son back,
Potter. Now.
He managed
to keep his growling inward, however, and stepped back.
“Ron,
they’re so amazing,” Hermione breathed, looking at Rosie over George’s
shoulder.
“That
reminds me, Ron… this… clan? Is it a clan? Is six enough for a clan?”
“Six?” Harry did a mental count.
“You know,” Severus rolled his eyes. “Me, him, the babies,
George.”
“Can’t
forget George,” Ron said firmly to Harry, indicating where he dog sat by the
fire.
“Anyway, they’ll need a god mother and father to counsel
them through the trauma of being parented by us…”
Ron snorted. “Speak for yourself, I plan to be the coolest
parent on the planet.”
“That’s what we all say,” Arthur laughed at his son.
“Anyway,” Severus said pointedly, keeping one eye on Harry
and Elliott out of the corner of his eye.
“We’ve had a bet going for months on this,” George informed
him casually. “I’ve got galleons riding on it so don’t disappoint me.”
“Herm –without you, I might never have snuck so successfully
into the dungeons for all that time… so…”
“Yes!” She squealed, and launched herself at him.
Severus turned to Remus. “Without you and Teddy, I might
never have been brave enough to do this. So…”
“So what?” Remus raised an eyebrow.
“You know what I’m asking,” Severus said exasperatedly.
“I want to hear you say it,” Remus beamed.
“Will you be the godfather of my children?” Severus sighed.
“I’d be delighted. Can I hug you or will you hex me into a
thousand pieces?”
“A hug might be tolerable,” Severus laughed.
Remus grabbed him and hugged him tightly. “Congratulations,”
he said quietly close to Severus’ ear. “And don’t think I don’t know how
thrilled you are that your offspring hates James’.”
Remus winked at him as he pulled away and Severus didn’t say
anything more.
“So are you rich, George?” Ron asked, amused.
“Indeed I am,” George extended a hand out to Charlie. “Cough
up, curly.”
“Well that works out nicely,” Tonks looked around the room.
“Everyone else here is already an Uncle or Aunt to these babies.”
“Exactly!” Ron beamed. “We planned it that way.”
“Did you ever decide on your surnames?” Harry asked
suddenly.
“Weasley-Snape,” Ron said firmly, glaring at Severus in case he dared disagree.
“They’ve all got shortish first names, so it shouldn’t be too hard for them to
learn.”
“Though I want to be there the first time McGonagall snaps
‘Weasley-Snape!’ at one of them at school,” Severus laughed.
“She always first-names the hyphenated kids,” Ron shook his
head.
“You have eleven years before they head off to school,”
Arthur said somewhat wistfully. “Enjoy them.”
“So, is she Rosie elongated from Rose, or just Rosie?”
Hermione smiled at Rosie in her arms.”
“Just Rosie,” Severus said, folding his arms and crossing to look down his
daughter’s face. “It was what Ron wanted.”
“But I thought you said you were naming them?” Harry asked.
“I did. But Ron told me those names a few years ago. I picked the middle names
for them, and named Elliott by myself.”
“You’re going to set me off bawling again, stop it,” Ron pleaded,
rubbing at his eyes.
“I thought you were meant to have stopped all this SED stuff now?” George
grinned at him.
“I’m just emotional,” Ron sniffed.
“As long as the middle-of-the-night cheeseburger runs stop,
I don’t care what you are,” Severus winked at him.
***
“It’s so quiet,” Ron whispered, as he sat curled into
Severus’ side on the sofa.
His family had finally all cleared out and left them to it.
They’d had their first home experience of feeding three babies and Severus
learned he was co-ordinated enough to hold the two boys at once with his wrists
supporting their bottles. And now they were sat, slightly shell shocked,
throwing furtive glances at the magical baby monitor on the table next to the
sofa.
“I really do like the names,” Ron assured Severus again.
“Good, I’m glad,” Severus kissed him gently. “So do you
promise me that you feel okay?”
“I feel great,” Ron promised. “No sickness, just a bit tired
but that’s to be expected.”
“I’m so sorry about earlier…”
“Did you really knock over a little old lady?” Ron asked
curiously.
Severus flushed and nodded. “And I nearly broke my neck
falling down some stairs.”
“Severus Snape doesn’t fall,” Ron raised an eyebrow.
“He does when he’s about to miss the birth of his children,” Severus cringed.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
“Probably a few bruises.”
“Now who’s clumsy?” Ron smirked.
“Me.”
They fell into relative silence again until there was the
sound of speaking on the baby monitor and they both made to leap off the sofa.
“That’s mum,” Severus cottoned on and fell back down, hands
shaking.
“Fuck that scared me,” Ron massaged his ribs.
“You think?” Severus gasped into the air.
“You look so much like
Severus,” the quiet voice came through the monitor. “You look so very much like him.”
Ron’s eyes flickered to his husband and smiled slightly.
“Though I hope for his
sake you don’t throw up as much as he did.”
Severus made a face at Ron who laughed.
“I hope you love him
as much as you should. He deserves that.”
Severus let his eyes close and flicked his wand at the
monitor. “I don’t need to hear that. She’ll tell us if there’s something wrong
with them.”
Ron gave him a squeeze. “You’re just one big softie inside,
aren’t you?”
“Sometimes,” Severus conceded.
“All the time,” Ron laughed.
Severus stroked softly across the middle of Ron’s palm with
his thumb, then raised it to his lips and kissed.
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