Selah Title: Selah Author:atypicalsnowman Pairing: Severus/Harry Rating: PG Word Count: Another fail. Over 200 Warnings: None. Summary: Sometimes it's good to pause and consider. A/N: Thanks to lemondropseven for the beta. The last line in this drabble has been circulating in my thoughts for a while. Glad it could come out here.
Harry sat back in his chair and sighed.
Today was his eightieth birthday, and he thought maybe it was a good time to take stock of his life.
He looked to his husband first and smiled. Severus and he were happy, had been happy these last sixty years. Severus would retire from the headmaster post next year, and the two of them would finally enjoy that cottage they'd bought all those years ago.
Looking around the room, he noticed the scattered medicinal potions and blankets, the faded pictures taken so very long ago.
He stood up, joints popping loudly, and took a step back from his daily life. Looking around the room, a wistful sort of joy began to invade his senses.
He looked at Severus again, reading a book on the sofa. His lap was covered with an old, worn blanket, his hair a wiry grey mess, his teeth even more yellowed with age.
Harry ran a hand over his head—his hair had been gone for ten years now—and came to a sudden realization. He laughed, then coughed, prompting Severus to look up.
"I just realized something."
Severus quirked an eyebrow, but listened and put down his book.
Slowly, Harry sat down next to Severus on the sofa, taking his hand and kissing him lightly. He felt his heart beat faster as he looked into the eyes of the man he loved, had always loved.