"Of course not. You accelerated," Al huffed, landing next to Severus. "Sneaky."
Al carried his broom as Severus discarded what was left of his and still carried the child. Slowly, together, through the chill of the evening, surrounded by ancient stone, they made their way toward the lit Bell Towers of Hogwarts.
Home.
They walked in comfortable silence until Al thought of something slightly alarming and gave the hump over Severus' shoulders a suspicious stare.
"Your mum is planning to take him back, isn't she?"