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Deserving (Final Chapter)	By : tana97 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 97738 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 9: Deserving

I am posting early thanks to:

#1 the fact that my wonderful Beta Ellie took less than 24 hrs to correct all of my blunders. You have no idea how much of a better story you get because she gets to it first. Thanks Ellie

#2 Because one of my favorite authors LadyJayVee who stated in her review: “Since that was such a mean place to end the story give your readers a break and post a day or two early.” And she also said and promised “I promise I will start working on “Our Only Hope” just for you.” So you are all my witnesses I am keeping to my end of the bargain. ;0) OK so I took that last bit out of content; don’t authors have that privilege?

#3 My internet is acting up so I am using it before it completely shuts down on me. Enjoy!

Title: Deserving

Author: Moon of the Sea

Beta: Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com

Chapter 9

They were gone for almost two hours and Denise was horrified to hear loud, agonizing screams coming from inside the house. He looked to Harry who seemed unmoved by the cries. Dennis jumped off his broom before it even landed and ran into the house, climbing the steps two at a time with Harry close on his tail. When they got to the room Severus was quiet and his eyes were closed. Dennis waited for a moment: no more screams. He looked to Kreacher…

“Severus will die soon,” announced the small creature sliding off the bed.

“Dilly,” yelled Dennis and in an instance Kingsley’s elf was before him. “Bring Poppy at once,” he said in a louder voice than necessary. The elf didn’t seem to take offence because she immediately popped out and back into the room with Poppy at her side.

It took Poppy but a second to realize how critical the situation was. “Potter! Why wasn’t I called?”

Harry knew that the matriarch meant business. She was cross in a way he had never seen her.

“He is not due for another week or so; you told me so yourself,” said Harry, placing the ball in her court.

“I told YOU that was not an exact date. These things can never be predicted. Get out of my sight, NOW!”

Harry tried to grab Dennis by the arm to take him with him, but he simply turned, gave Harry a hateful glare and pulled his arm out of Harry’s reach. The Chosen One could feel the animosity towards him in the room and he left. He had not reached the bottom step when he heard Snape screaming yet again. It surprised him to feel a relief at hearing the piercing sound, but he justified his feelings by telling himself that he was worried about his child; child that cried moments later.

Harry sprinted up the stairs and was startled to find his son in his arms as soon as he opened the door.

“Here, Potter, you take care of your child. You find a way to feed him as his birthing father and the only one capable of feeding him lies in a coma. Go on, take your child out of here, I have to try to save my friend from your cruelty,” said Poppy. Harry had never seen eyes so cold, except maybe Voldemort’s, and had never thought the mediwitch that had healed and watched over him in the Hospital Wing was capable of such a look. Angry yes, but never cold. Behind her sweet little Dennis had his back to him, couldn’t even stand to look at him. His house elf, who had lead a house elf army out of love and respect for him was nowhere to be seen. Somewhere in there was a man that Harry had given a death sentence.

But nothing in that room was more surreal then the bundle he was holding. Harry looked down to find the tiniest little creature in his arms. He was not crying and seemed way too alert for a baby that had just entered this world. He stared up at Harry with big black eyes framed by messy black hair pointing out in odd directions. He was not smiling. He was simply looking up at Harry who did not know how he ended up in the hallway in front of his bedroom. Poppy must have shoved him out while he was still spellbound by his son. The Guide had no idea what he was supposed to do with the baby; he had always expected Snape to take care of him. Snape, the idea hit him like a train, Snape was going to make it. He was a strong man and there was no way that he was going to be defeated by something as simple as childbirth. After all, how hard could it be? Women have been doing it for ages.

***

Inside the room Dennis was baffled at having witness the birth of a new wizard.

“Is that normal?” he asked, helping Poppy discard the bloody blankets.

“The blood? No, if Potter would have called for me on time, there would have been no blood stains whatsoever,” said a very cross Poppy.

“No... Well... I was talking about the blue light. That was like something from out of space.”

“Mr. Creevey, all magical babies display the magical light at birth.”

Dennis considered her words, still helping her with the lifting and the turning of his former professor.

“Madam Pomfrey, I was born in a muggle hospital.”

Poppy was very busy trying to get Severus to react but had to stop when the kid threw that out. Did she miss something in the conversation?

“...And” prodded the matriarch.

“Wouldn’t they have seen the light at the hospital? Or is it only pure blood babies that display the light?”

“Pure blood, indeed,” scoffed the witch. “All magical babies display the light. And no your family would not have seen the light because you have to be magical in order to see it. Imagine the commotion?” said the woman getting back to her task.

Dennis stroked his former professor’s lank hair. Would Colin have seen his light? He was only a year old at the time and probably wouldn’t remember. Stupid Dennis! Colin wouldn’t have even been in the delivery room. Where was his brother when Dennis had been born? Where was he now? Dennis clenched his jaw. There were too many people who should be here, making each others’ lives happy, but weren’t. I’m not letting you go too Professor, he though as he continued his caresses.

***

Harry took his baby down to the sitting room and sat in his favorite chair and began to whisper to his child, “Hi little one, I am you dad and I am going to take such good care of you. I will never let anyone be mean to you or tell you that you are worthless. You will always have more food than you will care for and on Sundays we will go to the ice-cream parlor and you can have the biggest treat on the menu. And I will take you to the zoo, the aquarium, museums, parks, beaches…” Harry had to think, “Oh, yeah the Lake District, I’ve never been there but that was the first holiday I remember the Dursley’s taking. Duddly bragged for days how he had seen the World of Beatrix Potter. I will have to read you the stories first. You know I think you have a copy in your room. You have loads of boo…”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” screamed his child. Harry couldn’t understand what could have upset his child so.

“Hush, little one, hush, we don’t have to go if…”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,”

Harry stood up and began to pace the room in hopes of soothing his baby but his baby would not stop crying. Suddenly he felt someone yank his child from his arms. It was Dennis.

“Severus is not waking,” said Dennis, not lifting his eyes from the baby that was now in his arms. “You are going to have to try to bottle feed him. Go to the drug store and ask for baby formula and bottles. Make it quick.”

Harry couldn’t understand what Dennis was saying. Why wasn’t Snape waking up? And why would bottles help?

“My baby is a wizard. He can’t be bottle fed.”

“A few have done it. Your ex-friend and classmate, Neville Longbottom, earned a spot in the history books as one of the few of our kind who have survived on the bottle. Now, go!” ordered the younger man.

Harry went off on his task with a renewed sense of hope. If his son did take to the bottle then he could get rid of the ugly git as soon as he woke from his slumber. And Harry was sure he was going to wake up; he just had to.

When Potter came back with the formula and bottles he found Dennis pacing the sitting area with his sobbing son in his arms.

“I’ve got everything the pharmacist said we would need. See? The formula is already packed in these bags and the bags pop right into the bottles. It’s that easy,” he said holding up the bottle for Dennis to admire.

Dennis gave him a hurtful glare, “and I suppose he neglected to tell you the part where you are suppose to sterilize that nipple?”

Harry did remember the man mentioning it, maybe even more than once, he thought as he deflated with the bottle falling to his side.

“Oh, give me that,” said Dennis placing the bottle on the coffee table and whipping out his wand to cast a sterilizing spell on the nipple, doing it all with one hand because the baby laid on his other hand.

He took the bottle to the baby’s mouth as Harry leaned over to watch but the baby would not even open his mouth. Dennis lowered the bottle and the baby began to cry but as soon as he would try to place the bottle in the baby’s mouth the imp would close his mouth.

Harry decided he would give it a try and took his baby in his arms. “Listen to me little one, I love you and I need for you to be alright, please take the bottle. It will be good for you I promise,” he pleaded lifting the bottle to his baby’s mouth but again the crying baby closed his mouth. Harry shoved the nipple into the baby’s mouth and was pleased to see the baby was not able to expel the bottle. He looked up at Dennis with a smile.

“He is taking it,” he proclaimed.

“I don’t see him swallowing,” contradicted Dennis.

Harry lifted the bottle up to the light and found that Dennis was correct: no formula had left the bottle. His son had to suck or everything would be useless.

“Please, little one, please take the bottle. It is good for you, I promise. I would never lie to you, please” cooed the Savior of the Wizarding World.

The baby whimpered in response. He did not have the energy to cry like before and this worried Harry.

“What can I do?” he asked looking at Dennis.

“You sealed his fate,” was the ominous response and with that Dennis got up and left Harry with his hungry and sobbing child to go upstairs and check on his dying friend.

Harry had never felt this lonely and abandoned in all his life. He could remember being alone in his cupboard but back then he thought that was simply his life. He did not know any better but now he was alone with no one to turn to. No family, no friends, no one that cared about him or his child. He looked down and could not believe that he was failing his child already. The promise he had made not two hours ago was already a broken promise. Tears rolled from his eyes and regret filled his chest.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry I screwed things up for you. I do love you and if you would only give me a chance I will prove it to you. I can’t do so if you don’t try; if you don’t live. Please, take the bottle.” The baby simply yarned and fell asleep. Harry knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he woke again hungry but he was grateful for the reprieve.

He fell to his knees in front of the fire and prayed for solution to his baby’s hunger. He was startled out of his prayer by his baby’s low sobs. Was he so weak that he could not open his eyes; those big black eyes that just a couple of hours ago were full of life.

“Listen to me, little one, your papa is going to be alright. He is a strong man and if you hang in there he is going to wake up and take good care of you; I promise,” and to his utter surprise his baby opened his eyes and Harry swore he saw his child smile up at him. “That’s it, little one, papa is going to feed you soon and he is going to show you your new room. Would you like to know a secret? He thinks I don’t know that he designed the room for you. We will keep it our little secret. He is not a very good man, but when it comes to you I think he tries. He tries hard you know. I think it is because he never had a good papa so I think you are going to be the only wizard in the world who will never have to fear Severus Snape…” the baby made a noise that to Harry sounded like a giggled and his heart swelled with joy.

“Harry Potter Sir is to take the baby up to Severus. Severus wishes to see and feed his baby,” announced Kreacher, appearing out of nowhere.

Harry looked up, not daring to believe his ears. Was Snape actually awake? Was he actually fit enough to feed the baby?

“Harry Potter Sir must take the baby up now!” warned the determined elf.

Harry woke from his haze and sprinted up the stairs with his baby close to his chest. He did not bother to knock in his own home and at his own room so he simply entered and found Poppy and Dennis ironing out the wrinkles of Snape’s bed sheets with their hands. They had just finished bathing Severus and laying down new bed sheets for him to lie on. Harry looked down at Severus and saw a ghost of the man he once knew. He seemed nothing more than an apparition that had come back to fulfill a deed. In fact Harry was convinced that the only thing keeping Snape alive was his sense of obligation towards the baby and for this Harry was grateful.

“How are you feeling?”

Severus simply responded by stretching out his arms to receive the hungry child. Harry placed the child in the expecting arms but was afraid to let go. Snape looked so weak. The birthing father opened his pajama top and placed the baby to his nipple. The baby took to it like a fish takes to water. Harry couldn’t help but to notice that Snape flinched.

“Does it hurt?”

“It takes some getting used to,” was the labored answer given by the tired man.

Poppy approached him and gave him some water.

“Remember you are to keep your feet up and drink plenty of water while you are feeding the child,” she said ignoring Harry’s presence.

Snape simply nodded his understanding.

“Should he be drinking some kind of pepper upper potion?” Harry dared to ask.

But Poppy completely ignored him and went to the corner of the room to conference with Dennis when Kreacher popped into the room.

“Mr. Single is requesting entrance,” announced the elf.

“Granted,” said Harry not taking his eyes off his child.

Soon the ministry official was entering the room with a parchment in his hands. Poppy took the parchment and started to write on it, confusing Harry.

“The birth certificate,” explained Mr. Single.

Just then Poppy walked over to the official and handed him back the document. He read it and gave it to Harry.

“Name?” Harry read then looked at Severus. “Snape, it is asking for the baby’s name,” he said in a more clear and direct way.

“Sir, it is your privilege to name your child,” croaked the birthing father.

“I know it is and I also know that you have no rights.”

Harry saw the corner of his eyes that Dennis holding Poppy back.

“The only privileges that you have are those I grant you and I am granting you the privilege of naming the baby.”

Severus looked into his Guide’s eyes expecting him to laugh at any minute and say he was just jesting but when the laughter didn’t come he started to think and came up with a name.

“Richard.”

“Richard,” repeated the Guide. “Why?”

“It means powerful and brave,” said Snape while looking at the child that was suckling in his arms.

Harry considered this and, deciding that he liked the name and the fact that it had no connection with the past, with the dead, sealed the deal. He took the quill and wrote the name down then signed the parchment and handed it over to Mr. Single. The official looked at the parchment and smiled.

“The name of the birthing father is not given; shall I assume that it is your wish to keep the Death Eater’s name out of the child’s record?” asked the Ministry Official with a raised eyebrow.

Dennis had two hands on Poppy now and was using unknown force to keep her from hexing the Savior of the Wizarding World.

“That is my wish,” stated the Guide.

Severus leaned down placing his lips on the baby’s forehead, not actually daring to kiss while Poppy turned and hid her frustration in Dennis’s chest. Mr. Single seemed pleased with Harry’s answer and left with a smile on his face.

Harry knew he did not owe Severus an explanation but decided to give him one anyway. “After what happen to Kings, I don’t think Richard should be linked to a Marked One.” He said, hoping Snape would understand and adding, “for his safety.”

Severus knew his guide was right to take precautions. He knew that if anything, Harry would never allow anyone to point a hurtful finger at his child. He nodded his understanding with his lips still pressed to the baby’s forehead.

Harry stood and turned to where Poppy and Dennis were and asked again, “Are you going to tell me what he needs or do you also have a reason to punish him?”

Dennis held on to Poppy with all his force and decided it was wise to answer the question for the healer.

“Kreacher has already been given the potions that Severus will need for the next two weeks. Dilly will come by every day to make sure he is alright. You have no control over her so she will be able to alert us if he is unwell. Is there anything else you wish to know?” asked the young Gryffindor still holding on tight to Poppy.

Harry could have challenged that last bit but decided against it.

“Is there anything I can do to make his life easier while he is feeding my baby?”

Poppy thought that was the last straw and fled before she had to be hauled to Azkaban. Dennis closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “Just try not to bring physical harm to him.” Then he walked over to the bed and kissed Severus on the forehead. “Anything, anything you need, please don’t hesitate to call me.” And with that said he also left.

Harry resented that his friend and perhaps one of his biggest fans had turned against him and all because of Severus Snape. They were left alone and Harry glared at Severus then turned and left the room. Severus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had survived and he had his child in his arms and that was more than he could have hoped for.

A/N

Thanks again for all your great reviews. As you can see I read them all and when I can I try to grant wishes. You have kept my story in the top 10 most reviewed and for that I am grateful.

Your grateful servant,

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