unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2006-12-01 12:11:00 |
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A Mother's Love
Original poster: alisanne
Title: A Mother's Love
Author: alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Summary: Severus loves this time of year.
Word Count: 450
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Slash
A/N: Written as my thank you to the lovely and oh, so talented lilyeyes, whose Snarry drabbles are amazing. If you've not read them, you should. She is a gift to us all, so here's a gift for her. :)
Beta: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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A Mother’s Love
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“So what is your favorite Yule tradition?” Harry asked. “You never have told me.”
He was warm and quite comfortable, tucked against Severus, a blanket about them both to hold out the chill air. The fire blazed merrily, but Harry still welcomed the warmth of Severus’ body next to his. This old castle could be drafty, as he well knew.
Severus considered the question. “I enjoy the Yule log,” he said. “And the many legends surrounding the Yule are amusing... but my very favorite is the mistletoe.”
“Of course,” Harry said, grinning. He turned up his face as if expecting a kiss, and Severus shook his head.
“Not just because of that tradition, impudent brat,” he teased. “There is another legend, you know.”
“There is?”
“Indeed.”
Severus arranged himself so that Harry was cradled between his thighs and then told the story in a low voice. “My mother told me this legend. It dates back to the time of the Norse gods.
“Balder was the most beloved of all the gods; the god of light and purity, joy and innocence. His mother was Frigga, the goddess of beauty and love. She loved him so much, that she spent years on a quest around the world. She obtained a promise from every element, fire, water, earth and air, that none of them would ever harm her son. He had been dreaming of his death, you see.
“But Loki, the trickster, was jealous, and hated Balder. He disguised himself and went to Frigga, and found the loophole to her protections, the one thing that could harm Balder. Mistletoe. So Loki made an arrow from its wood, and, tricked Balder’s blind brother, Hoder, into shooting Balder through the heart, killing him.
“Balder died, of course, and Frigga was bereft. She cried white tears that became the berries of mistletoe, and because of the depths of her love for him, he was restored to life.
“She was so overjoyed, that she forgave the mistletoe for its role in his murder, and made it a symbol of love, vowing that anyone who passed under it would receive a kiss as a sign of her gratitude for the return of her son.”
Harry sighed. “You made that up,” he said softly. “But it’s a lovely story, nonetheless.”
Severus rested his chin atop Harry’s head. “I did not,” he said. “And you, of all people, should know the extent to which a mother will go for her child.”
Harry nodded, thinking back over their many years together, and the hardships they had endured to get to this point. “I do,” he said, a soft smile on his face. “As I know the extent that a man will go to for his love.”
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