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Extracts from the Diary of S. Snape	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9296 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi all!
Clearly I was the only one who was amused at poor Sev being told by Harry he's hung like a baby mouse. Oh well! Anyway, enjoy this final chapter. SP
Severus Snape and the Man Who Lived (1997 – 1998)

Severus Snape knelt at the Dark Lord's feet and kept his thoughts locked safely behind his mental shields. It would never do, whilst bending and cowing and adoring, to reveal that he was thinking of one Harry Snape and their beautiful daughter. In the days since he had left Hogwarts, there had not been a minute go by when he hadn't thought about his child and her parent. At night he tried to let no notion of the distress and loneliness he felt leak, even when drifting off to sleep, and during the day he was too concerned with avoiding death to let the guards on his mind slip even a little. It was exhausting.
During a visit to the Ministry, he had learned of plans to move the boy, and had made his suggestions into a gullible ear so that Harry, at least, would be safe.

On July 28^th, the Dark Lord attacked the house at Privet Drive. As the wards held, Severus could only assume that somehow the Dursleys had been talked into having their unwanted relation back, even if only briefly. He really hoped that Suzanne hadn't had to spend any time there, and the thought of her being badly treated made him feel positively murderous.
But now he was swooping around in the air, seeing multiple versions of his husband flying about. Not one of the ones he came across was the genuine article and each time he saw a fake, it made him ache to find another and another until he had the real man in his sights and in his arms. But that was what Voldemort counted on – not that he thought Snape cared for the brat, but that the boy himself would respond to seeing his ex-lover and that reaction would give away the true Potter. The Dark Lord hadn't heard that Harry had taken Severus' surname, and wouldn't have cared even if he had known. For him, the youth would always be 'Potter'.
However, the Boy Who Lived escaped and Voldemort let his rage fall on his servants for their perceived weaknesses. His punishment was hardest for Severus, as he had been displeased with the man's actions.

Limping to his small room after another session surviving the Dark Lord's 'disappointment', Severus felt a tingle run through his body: the ornate clock in the hallway was ringing out midnight. It was July 31^st. Harry was legally an adult.
Entering his room, closing and warding the door, Snape slumped onto his bed and whispered, “Happy birthday, my dear sweet idiot.”
---
The forces of darkness searched high and low for the Potter brat and his Mudblood friend. Weasley was apparently at home with spattergoit, an illness that seemed all too convenient as it was difficult to get too close to a victim of it. In fact, Severus would not have been the least bit surprised to discover that Harry was out there with both of his friends.
The Dark Lord had insisted again and again that Severus must now be able to give him the location of the Order's headquarters, but Snape had sworn he couldn't: two had been secret keepers. And although Dumbledore was dead, the other secret keeper still lived, but Severus himself did not know who held the details. Having prepared the lie long beforehand, Snape knew all the things he needed to say to make it convincing.
Even though it was convincing, that didn't mean the Dark Lord was happy to hear it.
Snape still wasn't sure if his sudden promotion to headmaster was meant to be a reward or a punishment as he felt thoroughly unqualified to be the leader of Hogwarts, and even less qualified to give a damn about hundreds of hormonal children. He did what he could to protect the youngsters, his mind drawn again and again to his daughter, but what he really wanted to see was his husband.
When the Fidelius Charm had been broken by the Granger girl, Greyback had loved going through the house, sniffing everything and getting the scent of his prey in his nostrils. He'd terrorised Kreacher and threatened to bite him, but the elf was made of surprisingly stern stuff and hadn't told the werewolf or his cronies anything about the boy that wasn't public knowledge.
After all the hubbub surrounding the Black house had died down, Severus visited and quietly dismantled all the charms and jinxes cast by his peers that were designed to alert them to Harry's presence. As he faced Moody's hex (Dumbledore's ghost), he felt that loss, not just his friend, but the mad Auror as well. How many of them would it take before the lunatic bastard was defeated?
“Master Severus?” Kreacher croaked the words, limping a little.
“Kreacher?” Snape was horrified that tears sprang into his eyes. But even blurred, he saw the change in the elf – the neat fluffy hair, the locket bouncing on his chest.“Are you okay?”
“Kreacher is tougher than Death Eaters, Master!” Kreacher announced, rubbing the small of his back, “Death Eaters tried to make Kreacher talk but Kreacher pretended he was stupid and didn't understand.”
“They believed you?”
“Kreacher pretended. The Death Eaters didn't need to.”
Laughing at the house elf's comment, Severus asked, “And Harry?”
“Master Harry was here, with the girl and the boy.”
“Granger? Weasley?”
“Yes, Master. They were hunting for things to defeat You-Know-Who. They – they never came back. Then the Death Eaters came.”
Snape knew that fear. “They haven't been caught. I don't know where they are, but they haven't been caught.” He paused before asking, “Was Suzanne here too? Our daughter?” He clarified, not sure Kreacher knew who Suzanne was.
“Master Harry took her to stay with the boy's family.”
“What?” Severus whispered it. Surely Harry wouldn't have left Suzanne with the Dursleys?
“The red family.”
“Oh, the Weasleys. Suzanne's staying with the Weasleys?”
“Yes. Master said he wanted her to be safe. And what he was doing was unsafe. He wanted to visit her but said he couldn't.” Kreacher cocked his head on one side and added, “Master was miserable.”
“So was I. So am I.”
“Will Master Severus look for them?”
Snape nodded. “Yes. And if I can, I'll bring them back here. It's safe for them again, there are new spells to protect them.”
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Severus knew roughly where Harry was camping thanks to Phineas overhearing Granger speaking one evening and cast his Patronus. He was sure that the shape – still a doe after all this time – would draw out the one person in the world who recognised it and whose Patronus partnered it. And he was right. He saw a dark shape moving slowly and cautiously through the blackness and could hardly breathe. In amongst the trees, almost no moonlight penetrated, but one beam shot across the face he knew so well.
He stepped into Harry's line of sight.
“Severus?!” His name had never been said like that before, like it was a prayer and a blessing all rolled into one.
Telling dignity to go and fuck itself, Snape ran towards his husband and held him tightly as they both wept; the long lonely months finally ended. Harry rubbed his face against the older man's chest and clutched helplessly at him, as though too weak to stand.
Dipping his head, Severus whispered, his voice nearly gone with emotion, “Light of my life,”
At once Harry nibbled the ear lobe and gasped out, “Make love with me. Fuck that, fuck me til I can't walk!”
Snape dropped to his knees as Harry turned around, undoing his trousers as he did so. He slid out of his clothes, leaving the material bunched around one ankle, and spread his legs, hands gripping a tree for support as Severus gently kissed each perfect buttock and rubbed his finger against the eager hole. As he was now used to, there was slickness there and he found it easy to release his prick and slide inside the channel.
His eyes fluttered closed as the tight heat grabbed him greedily and pulled him in deeper and deeper.
Harry moaned and begged and rolled his hips and Severus didn't even try to resist. He kissed the back of his husband's neck and began pounding hard and fast into the perfect hole.
Neither man lasted long. It was Harry who came first, spattering semen against the tree and his clenching grip drew Severus over the edge and he poured his seed deep into his partner's body.
Turning around, Harry held Severus and spoke urgently, “Please, stay with me. Don't leave me again. I need you.” He glanced down at his swollen stomach, “I'm – I'm pregnant again.”
Severus looked down at the younger man. “Oddly enough,” he said dryly, “I had already noticed that.” A flash of what seemed like hurt crossed his face. “When did that happen?”
Harry looked up and knew what Snape was thinking. “It's yours, you moron. You really think I moved onto someone else the minute you were out of the picture?” He glowered at his husband. “Don't be more of a prat than you can help!”
Sitting down, Severus pulled the heavier man into his lap. Somehow, Harry ended up riding the thick shaft as they kissed and gasped out a conversation. “You can't … mean to have … the child out … in the … forest?!” Snape panted as he held onto the younger man's hips and ground up and down.
“Herm … iohhhhh … ne has found a … book to help … when the … time comes,” Harry moaned, rocking his hips down to meet each thrust.
“Go back to … Grimmauld Place,” Severus advised, one hand sliding around to feel where their two bodies joined, enjoying the groan of pleasure from Harry. “I've made it … safe for you.”
For a few moments there was no conversation as they gave all their attention to fucking. Then Snape said, “I came … here to … give you … something...”
“I'm … getting … it!” Harry gasped.
Fighting the urge to laugh and climax, Severus grunted, “Not that! … No, the sword … of Gryff … indor. You need … to be brave … daring, and chiv … alrous to claim … it.”
“Can't I just … pay for it … with sex?” Harry moaned, slamming his body onto the shaft he was enjoying so much.
This time Severus did chuckle and came; hot fluid gushed into Harry and made him throw his head back and spurt too. Slumping on his lover, Harry asked, “The sword?”
“I have put it in a small pond near here,” Severus admitted, stroking the messy black hair, “and then you were meant to dive in for it, but there is no way I'm letting you do that in your condition! Just how pregnant are you?!”
“I think it was that last time before you had to go,” Harry replied, “so that was May. I'm at about seven and a half months. Hermione reckons I'll give birth around the middle of February.”
“Just Granger? No Weasley?”
Harry's grim, “No,” paused the conversation.
“I didn't just come here to fuck you and give you the sword.”
“Although all fucks are gratefully received,” Harry smiled.
“Brat! No, I have been working on a way for us to communicate in safety. Get the two bits of blue parchment and the quill out of my cloak pockets,”
Harry, unwilling to lift off the other man's softening dick, leaned and managed to get two fingers around the paper and drew them out. It was easier to tug out the feather. He passed the items to the other wizard and clenched his muscles, trying to keep the feeling of the cock inside him a little while longer.
Snape groaned. “Now, I've spelled these two pieces of parchment so that a message sent on the one will appear on the other.” He wrote something on the one.
Looking at the other sheet, Harry said, “It's changed colour, but no words have appeared.”
“Touch the paper with your finger, it's spelled to work only for us, and the parchment changes back to blue and what I've written will show.”
“So, when it goes pink that means there's a message? How will I know it's from you?”
Snape kissed his husband, glad that finally Harry seemed to have woken up to the gravity of their situation. “I will mention either the words 'doe', 'light' or 'life'. You should include 'stag' 'love' or 'ear' in anything you write.” He pulled Harry close and held him, loving the feel of this beautiful young man in his arms. “So, when you give birth, I expect to be informed.”
“Of course I'll tell you!” Harry gave a low moan, “I miss Suzie so much.”
“Suzanne, her name is Suzanne!” Snape tried, yet again, to remind Harry. “And I miss her dreadfully. I haven't seen her in months. What does she look like now?”
Harry bit back tears, “I haven't seen her since we began camping, but when I last saw her, she still had black hair, but her eyes are no longer blue, they're black, like yours. Thankfully she has my nose though.”
Severus pretended irritation at the slight, but secretly was glad she took after her more attractive father. Sighing, he said quietly, “You should get back, Granger is in danger alone. I take it Weasley was with you at some point?”
Harry looked angry, “Yeah, he was but Ron ...” he stopped, too annoyed to go on. And suddenly they heard someone moving around in the trees. “Shit!”
Dressing swiftly, the two men kissed passionately and Severus left, hoping to goodness there was some way for Harry or Granger to get the sword of Gryffindor.
---
As February approached, Severus found himself turning more and more to the blue parchment, hoping there was news from Harry. He hoped too that the man had gone back to the Black House as it would be infinitely safer there than out in a forest. Remembering the noise last time Harry had given birth, he thought there was a good chance any spells cast to hold back the screams wouldn't hold.
On the 12^th, he settled onto his bed and took out the sheet. It was pink. Excitement and pain coursed through him. Had Harry given birth and he had missed it?
The note was short: He's got green eyes and your nose! We're with Kreacher. Love, me.
A boy? I have a son?! Snape's face split into a most un-Snape like grin as he digested the news. He longed to tell someone but there was no-one to tell. There was certainly no-one at the Manor he thought would keep such news to themselves: not that Harry had given birth again, but that somehow Severus Snape knew about it only moments (presumably) after it had happened.
Feeling a warmth inside him that made tears of joy roll down his cheeks he promised his absent child, “I will see you. I love you already.”
---
As a cruel joke for Valentine's Day, Voldemort had told Severus to have another look for his husband. The Dark Lord loved calling Harry 'husband' or 'spouse' in Snape's presence, and all the Death Eaters sniggered at the piss poor joke of Harry Potter married to a man who served his sworn enemy.
“Don't hurry back, Severus. If you do find him, perhaps you will enjoy him before presenting him to me?”
Snape had bowed, letting no hint of his excitement and joy show as he had apparated to London, apparently aimlessly, and had ensured he wandered Knockturn Alley for a few minutes, supposedly enjoying the sight of half-blood and Mudblood witches and wizards begging for succour. In truth it turned his stomach, especially seeing people he had taught, who had every right to carry a wand.
He apparated very precisely onto the top step of 12, Grimmauld Place and pushed on the door. It didn't open. Quietly he called, “Kreacher?”
The elf appeared beside him on the step. “Master?” he croaked softly.
“Let me in, would you? But don't tell anyone I'm here. Which room is Harry using?”
Kreacher opened the door and Snape followed him inside. Keeping a sharp watch, the elf led the way up the stairs until he reached a partly open door. “Master, let Kreacher check in case the girl or the red boy is there.”
Severus slipped into an unused room (the air of neglect hung heavily about it) and waited until Kreacher beckoned him. As he stepped into the room, he was sure he could see a ridiculously goofy smile on the old elf's face.
Harry was facing the grimy window, a black-haired bundle in his arms, and talking softly to the baby as he rubbed the child's back, “Somewhere out there is your other Daddy, and he's brave and strong and ...”
“Here,”
Harry span around and shrieked, actually shrieked, with surprise and joy. His hand, luckily, tightened automatically around their son as he raced across the room and almost knocked Severus over as his head smacked onto the taller man's chest.
Snape slid his arms around Harry and smiled stupidly, looking, should anyone have observed him, like a man utterly and completely in love.
“How are you here?” Harry asked when he had got over the first shock of the man he longed for being there.
“Later! First show me my son!”
Proudly, Harry sat on the bed and cradled the baby so that Snape could see the tuft of black hair that already seemed to have Harry's trademark messiness, and a normal sized nose.
“You said he had my nose, you little liar!”
Harry smiled. “He's gorgeous, isn't he?”
“Perfect,” Severus said, eyes roving from the child to the man who had carried it. “And you had no problems during labour?”
“It was like last time. I screamed the place down. Then finally the contractions stopped and Hermione could get him out. By that point I was almost unconscious, like I was with Suzie...”
“Suzanne,”
“... but I came round more quickly this time, and she was still getting him out. Ron had fainted, but Hermione was brilliant!”
“Weasley's back then?”
“Yeah. That night in the forest? You know we heard someone? It was him. He dived into the pond and got the sword and destroyed a horcrux too.”
Severus tenderly kissed his son before giving Harry just as tender a kiss. “You've been busy.”
“Yep, one more down.”
“And, I have found one in the Lestrange's vault and destroyed that myself without their knowledge, so that's another gone.”
“Hang on, there can't be many left now: diary, locket, the ring, the one you did... that leaves the one we think is in that giant snake he has, the one in You-Know-Who himself, one possibly at Hogwarts … and that's it, right?”
Severus held out his arms mutely for his son, whom Harry passed to him. Sorrowfully he told his partner the truths Dumbledore had kept hidden.
“I – I'm the last horcrux? But, then that means I've got to be ...”
“I'm sorry, Harry. Dumbledore only told me yesterday. Well, I mean his portrait did. Part of me is glad I murdered the manipulative bastard.”
Looking at the boy sleeping in Snape's arms, Harry began to weep. “It's not fair. Why should I? Haven't I lost enough in this stupid battle already? Now I have to die too?!”
Pulling Harry in for a one armed hug, Severus let his own despair and misery flow out as well.
Stilling his cries, the younger wizard commanded, “Make love to me,”
That was an order Severus was eager to obey. He placed his beautiful child into the crib by the bed and turned to his husband. He removed the glasses and kissed each eyelid softly, then the nose, the cheeks and finally the red mouth. Harry kissed him back with a gentleness that seemed so at odds with the last time they had had sex.
Once naked and deep inside Harry, Severus dropped his head and nuzzled the younger man's neck. Under him, he felt the other wizard shift and grab a hold of the chain still looped about his throat. He heard the sound of lips kissing the metal band, and looked up to see Harry placing small kisses all over the ring.
Severus was moved beyond belief and pulled Harry's hand towards him. He smiled as he saw the gold band displayed there and let his own lips worship the symbol of their commitment.
Eyes soft, Harry reached for Severus' cheeks and pulled his mouth down for more gentle, tender kisses.

Asleep beside Severus, Harry seemed so much happier than he had been. Snape turned his dark eyes onto that peaceful form and wondered what the hell he had ever done right in his miserable existence to deserve Harry, even for a moment, let alone for life. Although, and his thoughts soured, that lifetime they had wasn't very long if Harry truly was a horcrux.
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Waiting in the Shrieking Shack, Severus prayed Harry wasn't stupid enough to pay any attention to the Dark Lord's words, especially the ones that chilled his blood, “Beside me kneels your husband. I shall kill him in a slow, tortuous fashion if you do not freely come to me. You have an hour.”
Snape also fervently hoped the Dark Lord didn't intend to torture him to death, but the next words made that hope fade.
“Severus, this wand I have taken from the tomb of Dumbledore. It does not obey me.”
“My Lord? You have done extraordinary magic with that wand.”
“No, I have done magic. My own magic, which is extraordinary. But this wand, this wand that is meant to be so powerful? It disappoints. And I think I know why, Severus, I am not this wand's master. You are. It was you who defeated Dumbledore by killing him, you who own this wand. You whom I must kill to truly master it.”
“Try it and I'll rip you apart!” Harry's voice came loudly and seemingly out of nowhere.
“No!” Severus moaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Harry, you idiot! Go!”
Harry pulled the invisibility cloak off and dropped it by Severus' kneeling form. His hands clenched and unclenched, but he held no wand and stared calmly and defiantly into the face of his parents' killer. “Tom,” he said quietly, “I'm here. No need to kill Severus. This has always been about you and me, so let's finish it, shall we?”
Snape felt sick. “Harry...” he groaned.
Dropping beside him, Harry stroked Snape's back. “It's fine, Severus. When I'm gone there'll just be the snake left. Hermione, Ron and Neville will take care of it. Then you can destroy Snake Face and be free.” He kissed the black hair. “Tell Suzie and Daniel I was brave.”
Voldemort sneered. “You feel affection for him? Even knowing he is my loyal servant?”
“My marriage is fuck all to do with you, Tom,” Harry shot back, “but as it happens, he is ten thousands times better than you. You should be kneeling at his feet begging for mercy, cos if you kill me, I guarantee Severus will see you rot in hell if it is the last thing he ever does!”
Great, Harry, no pressure!
“Enough! Avada Kedavra!”
Snape cried out as Harry fell to the floor. He didn't spare a glance for Voldemort, all his attention was fixed on the young man lying so still. “Harry,” he moaned brokenly, “please, no,”
Bellatrix, who had just returned from some mischief, heard him and jeered, “Poor ickle Sevvy-Poo, crying over his bitch! Does Sevvy-Poo miss spreading the bitch's legs?”
Fury rolled over Severus and he strode towards Bellatrix, not even trying to dodge, but every spell she cast missed him. He reached her and tugged the wand out of her hands, snapped it, and slid his palms around her neck. Tightening his grip, he squeezed and squeezed, throttling the sneering life from her.
“You … haven't got … the balls...” she choked as he loosened his hands to get a better grasp on her throat.
“Oh, Bellatrix,” he said mockingly, “you never understood subtlety. I'm killing you like this because it's such a Muggle death. No magic, no charms, just me choking the life from you. Such an ignominious ending to a life filled with pathetic attempts to gain the love and respect of a creature who could never love you. He isn't capable of it.”
Her eyes were bulging as she struggled to breathe, but he held on, implacable and relentless until she slid onto the floor, unconscious. Then he withdrew his wand and cast the killing curse. He had intended to curse her, but he had wanted her to believe she was dying like a Muggle, and feel the horror of such a departure. But all this had delayed him from Harry.
Too late.
The Dark Lord was standing up unsteadily. “Is he dead?” He asked. When no-one seemed willing to go near the still prone figure, Voldemort indicated Severus, “You. His husband. Go and check.”
Snape went and touched the skin. Still so warm. Biting back sobs he placed his cheek close to the mouth, desperate to feel some breath. Had he imagined it? Was there really life still there? The hand hidden from Voldemort's sight twitched and Severus had to throw up every shield he possessed to disguise his elation.
“He's dead,” he said tonelessly.
“Good, and what will you do about it? Fight me, as he said?”
Snape swallowed his revulsion and the feeling that he was betraying Harry by even pretending to still respect this foul being. “N – no, my Lord.”
“Well, you can carry him so that all may see he has been defeated.” But then Voldemort changed his mind. “No, I do need you dead more than I need you to carry him.”
“M – My Lord?”
Voldemort raised his wand and flicked it. Severus dropped onto his face, his back broken. “Nagini?” the Dark Lord called. “A feast for you.”
Harry yelled and screamed as he arose and after that, Severus passed into peaceful oblivion.

He returned to consciousness with carnage around him: blood spattered him and Harry, there was a grotesque green shape coiled close by, and a robed figure flat on the ground as well. Other than the dead, he and Harry were alone.
“What did you do?” he managed to get out through dry lips.
“You're alive! Oh thank god!” Harry cried, rocking Severus.
“Harry! Now would be a good time to explain!” the older man said.
“Well, after Voldemort cast the killing curse we both kind of went to this place that could lead me to the next life or not. Well, I chose to come back and then he tried to kill you, so I went a bit mad. I yelled something stupid and punched Voldemort on the … well, on where a nose should be.”
“You punched him?” Severus was sure he'd died and no-one had told him.
“Yeah, and then suddenly I was holding the sword of Gryffindor, so I used it to fillet Nagini and then he tried to kill me again, but I rolled, dived and tried to get his wand off him. We were both holding it and suddenly he cast the killing curse again, and it went off right in his face!”
Harry started laughing. “It was just brilliant. He killed himself in the end. And I've been casting healing spells on you for ages now. How does your back feel?”
Snape carefully moved himself. “Sore, but I can feel my legs, so I'm sure I'll recover. Now, try explaining all that again, slowly this time.”
“Oh, Sev!” Harry cried in mock irritation. “What does it matter? He's dead, you're alive, I'm alive, oh, and Dumbledore said...”
“Dumbledore said? How can he say anything?”
“He was waiting there in the after-life to talk to me. Anyway, he said he could see a glowing light inside me and to tell you that he liked the name Alan.”
Snape groaned. “You're pregnant... again?!”
“Seems like!”
Severus seemed to struggle for a moment, then had to stop as exhaustion washed over him.
“What is it?”
“I want to put my wedding ring back where it belongs.”
Harry fished it out and helped slide it back in place. He kissed the finger and the band. “Property of Harry Snape,” he said, eyes serious.
---
Epilogue – Nineteen years later

Severus and Harry strode along the platform, four children surrounding them. One of their children had already run ahead, eager to catch up with friends as he was returning to Hogwarts, unlike the boy clutching Harry's hand in quiet desperation. Even now, so very many years later, Severus still found it hard to believe that he was the father of a brood. It had much to do, he realised, with Harry's fecundity, and his own inability to cast Protection charms when he was being looked at in that particular way Harry had that turned his cock rock hard (Although, in all honesty, almost any look from his partner made his cock hard).
Suzanne and Daniel had finished their education and were both considering their futures: Suzanne had expressed an interest in teaching Potions one day, and her brother seemed keen to pursue a professional Quidditch career. Alan, the son born nine months to the day after his brother, was in his final year and was Quidditch captain.
Severus rubbed his head as he remembered, after a gap of a few years, Harry admitting he was pregnant again. With the birth of Cassie (even Severus had given up on insisting on her full name of Cassiopeia) in 2001, that had started a flood of births: Sage a year later, followed by Jeremiah, then Malachi, and finally Oliver. Severus had insisted after that that he and Harry did something to stop them having any more children. Harry had cruelly suggested that they stopped sleeping together, which Severus had vetoed.
Now though, with Cassie standing quietly by him, her black eyes so like his, he knew he would be happy if Harry gave him child after child.
All around them parents hid their heart-break as they entrusted their most precious commodities to the care of strangers for the next nine months. Sage had spotted a friend and gave her fathers a hug each before she went off to find a space on the carriage. Jeremiah, so like Sage in looks, but so very different in temperament, waited patiently by Harry who was dealing with a nervous Oliver.
“It'll be fine, Oli,” Jeremiah said.
“Oliver,” Severus interposed wearily. He was so tired of fighting his entire family who had picked up Harry's habit of shortening names.
“Erm, yeah, Papa, Oliver. Oliver, honestly, it'll be great! Dad and Papa have told you all about Hogwarts, and we do every time we come home. You know what it will be like!”
“But, what if I ruin everything and get put in Hufflepuff?” he wailed. “Suzie, Alan and you are all Slytherins, and every one else is Gryffindor apart from Cassie. But at least she's Ravenclaw! What if I'm Hufflepuff?!”
“Then we have the full set of Houses,” Harry smiled. He wasn't ignoring his son's distress. He had had variations of this conversation every year with his offspring and knew how important this was for them.
“Oli, sweetheart, Papa and I want you to be happy. So go into the House that's best for you. Don't feel we're expecting you to be in a particular House.” Harry glanced up at his husband, “Anytime you want to chip in, Sev!”
Crouching, Severus added, “Oliver, look at me.”
When the boy had wiped his nose and was looking at his older parent, Snape went on, “When you get to Hogwarts you will be told a little about each House. Each House has a noble history and has produced brilliant witches and wizards. That isn't just some rubbish said to make children feel better, it is the truth. You know your Dad was a Gryffindor and has lots of Gryffindor friends, but he married a Slytherin. And those are traditionally the two Houses that never get along. Doesn't that tell you that we really don't mind? And Teddy, your Dad's Godson, was a Hufflepuff. So, it might seem like the most important thing in the world right now, but I promise you, it isn't. And I also promise you that we will not love you any more or any less whatever House you are put in. Understand?”
Oliver, tears rolling down his cheeks again, nodded. “Thanks, Papa.”
It always took longer than you realised to get children ready for departure, but soon all trunks were on board, all animals locked safely away, and even all students where they should be (and some stowaways hauled off).
The train gave a massive jerk and began pulling out of the station. Severus and Harry waved at their numerous offspring, smiling broadly as tears poured down their cheeks.
“Finally!” Severus said as the train vanished from sight. “Peace reigns. They're all at school now. It's just you and me.”
Harry took his husband's hand and gave it a squeeze. “Want to go make some more?” he asked cheekily.
“It may have escaped your notice Harry, but I am nearly sixty. After eight of them, I am done with midnight feeds and running around as they cast uncontrolled magic.”
“Sixty isn't so old, not when we expect to live another few decades yet.”
“If you keep springing children on me, I won't.”
“'Springing' them? They don't appear one day out of thin air, Severus Tobias Snape! You have plenty to do with them 'springing' as you well know.”
“Oh, we're fighting dirty are we? Using middle names? Well, Harry James Snape, I'll happily join you on our bed and do what needs be done to create a child, but for the love of Merlin, make sure you've cast the Protection spell!”
Still bickering, the two men left the station and returned to their (eerily) quiet home.
When Harry was naked and riding him, Severus knew that whatever else life threw at them, they could handle it. All was well.

September 1^st, 2017

We forgot the Protection spell.
SHIT!
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Hope you liked! As always, please review! And, below is the start of my next story (well, one of my next stories: I have one being logic picked at the moment, two in their early stages of being written, one most way done, and the one I'm showing below, that is most way done). I will post it as I get somewhere near completion.
CHANGES
Chapter One
“RUN! Harry, run! Just … run! NOW!”
Who was that calling him? Harry stumbled blindly through thick mist that fogged his every step. The mist wasn't white, this was black, grey, brown, and all around him. It was thick, like wading through mud, and twisted into fantastic and terrifying shapes around him as he ran. Feet slipping on leaves and moss, glasses slipping from his nose, wand almost slipping from his sweaty hand, Harry ran. But still the mist was everywhere – swirling and hiding and coalescing into a shape ... and Harry knew he was doomed.
He had been frightened before; now he was terrified. All thought of standing and fighting fled as he turned and sprinted away, hurdling over fallen logs and twisting roots. His breath filled his ears as he raced away from the deadly thing. But it was coming closer. Even over the sobbing of his own breath, he could hear it, and it was growling, drawn by the chase – blood lust overwhelming it.
A huge body slammed into him and he fell, wet leaves scattered, half covering him. His wand flew from his hand as all breath was knocked out of him and he stared desperately around, hoping to see it in the dark. But it was impossible to see through the mist, and the muddy gunk smeared across his glasses. All there was was that awful shape growling and snarling close by. Frantically he tried to turn over but a claw raked across his back and he screamed. The thing attacking him howled its pleasure and hit him with a massive paw, making him skid across the muddy ground and land on his injured back. Harry shrieked as mud and debris worked their way into his gashes. But he didn't just lie there, he wormed away, aiming for tangled roots the size and shape of a small prison cell. Maybe that would give him some protection. He rolled over and began clawing his way there, a cry bursting free when he caught his front on a sharp stone.
The shriek made the creature pounce, front paws on either side of his head, and sniff him, eyes gleaming with intent. It knocked him onto his back and he closed his eyes, back arching to be free of the clinging mud. He was covered with green and brown slime. It clung to his skin and hands, covered his face and neck, some even edged into his mouth, but he swiped it away. But still the creature was by him, sniffing past the mud to smell him, his scent, his humanity. It clawed his front, slashing across his top, nearing taking off a nipple. He sobbed and tried to cover himself, pulling in tight, so close to the roots that would have protected him, but it was too late: the animal was there, between his legs and biting.
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Extracts from the Diary of S. Snape