conzieu (conzieu) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-05-25 22:57:00 |
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Current location: | Decanter Bay, NZ |
Current mood: | sleepy |
Current music: | Rain on the window |
Entry tags: | drabble, member: conzieu, pairing: severus/harry, rating: g |
Home Sweet Home
Title: Home Sweet Home
Author: conzieu
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Warnings: Pointless fluffety fluff
Summary: Tired Harry comes home, still wired from the job.
A/N: Thank-you serenetragedy for the speedy Beta. No copyright infringement intended.
Harry comes home, weary in body and soul, from a three-day assignment with the undercover Auror squad.
He cannot wait to kiss his husband- or hug their children.
He takes a peak in the lab, where it looks like Severus is brewing five potions at once. Harry knows better than to break his concentration. From where he stands, he can make out the one Severus is stirring (blood red, and thick as soup). Another sits further on the bench, sickly yellow and congealing.
He backs out quietly and closes the door, bumping into Kreacher.
“Welcome back, Master Harry.”
“Thanks. What’s he brewing in there?”
“It’s for the children, Mast…”
“For the children?”
Harry’s blood runs cold. He runs upstairs and approaches the nursery quietly. Kreacher Apparates next to him.
“Master…”
“Shhh… “ Says Harry, as he looks in on their beloved little ones.
Lily and Albus are sitting quietly at their little table, coloring. Four year-old Lily is humming to herself, as six year-old Albus gives her a running commentary of his picture.
“And see the Dragon here, Lily? He is guarding the treasure…”
She smiles adoringly at her big brother.
They look so innocent. Whatever has befallen them, Severus has obviously made sure they did not worry.
“Master Harry…” Kreacher says at his elbow.
But already, heavy hearted, Harry starts heading back downstairs. He has to know. Kreacher follows, grumbling.
Luckily, Severus is just now leaving his lab.
“Severus! What is wrong with the children?”
“The children? Nothing. They are upstairs playing aren’t they?”
“But Kreacher said those horrible potions you are brewing are for them and…”
Severus raises a questioning eyebrow at Kreacher, who rolls his eyes in frustration. “Master Harry did not let me finish, Master Snape. I did try…”
Severus reopens the lab and pulls Harry in by the hand after him.
Moving down the bench, he lifts the lids to four of the cauldrons. “It’s Play Dough, Harry! Hermione Granger–Weasley send me the recipe…“
He opens the last cauldron with flourish. “Look at this one!” he says proudly, pointing to the green goo inside. “I added sparkles!”
Harry, on top of being exhausted, now feels like a fool, until two strong arms wrap themselves tightly around him, and Severus rests his chin on his head.
“Relax, Harry, all is well. Welcome home, Love.”
And finally, Harry gets to kiss his husband…