McKay (scribbulus_ink) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2007-10-31 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: g |
Happy Halloween/Happy Birthday!
I participated in hp_halloween this year and was assigned to write for lore, and since today is lore's birthday, I added a follow-up to her gift as a special Halloween/birthday treat. :D
Title: Parlor Trick
Rated: G
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word count: 400
It was a parlor game for young women, not almost-forty year old werewolves, but Remus was alone and lonely, and it was midnight on Halloween, Severus' favorite night of the year.
Dousing all but one candle, Remus stood in front of the mirror. "Show me," he whispered. "Show my true love."
A long, agonizing moment of dread hope passed, and the mirror remained empty save for Remus' own reflection; he tried not to be disappointed. It was only a game, and he had never been good at Divination anyway.
Then – a shimmer of movement behind him. Severus' face appeared over his shoulder. He whirled, wide-eyed, expecting to see nothing, but instead, he saw Severus - all of him - standing in the bedroom doorway.
"Are you real?" he whispered.
Warm, thin fingers closed around his outstretched hand, tugging him closer, and he fell into Severus' embrace with a strangled sob.
"How?" He clung to Severus, breathing in Severus' familiar, beloved scent, scarcely able to believe he wasn't dreaming or mad.
"Idiot." Severus' deep voice was full of fond affection. "Did you think I would not have a plan?"
"I should have known you wouldn’t leave me."
"Yes, you should."
After several minutes of soft murmurs and gentle nuzzling, of reassurance and re-acquaintance, Severus released Remus and stepped back, moving to peer into the cradle.
“He’s a redhead like his true father,” he noted. “His married father.”
“Yes, he reverts to his natural coloring when he’s asleep and can’t control the changes.” Remus moved to stand beside Severus and slid one arm his waist possessively as they gazed down at the slumbering infant.
“Do they know?”
“No.” Remus smiled wryly. “Well, Fleur might suspect. She’s been awfully keen on getting pregnant ever since she saw Teddy napping.”
Severus gave a quiet snort.
“Does it matter?” Remus asked softly, worriedly.
Severus heard all the implied questions: will it bother you if people believe he’s mine? Will you mind raising a child not your own? Will you leave me because I love him and want to keep him?
He answered all of them at once. “No. Let them remain ignorant. The world thinks he is your son, and now he will be our son.”
“We’ll be an odd family. I’m sure there will be talk.”
It was Severus’ turn to ask. “Does it matter?”
Remus smiled and pulled him close again. “No.”