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FIC: Birthday Celebrations
Title: Birthday Celebrations
Author: lilyseyes
Other pairings/threesome: None
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100 x 6
Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Implied child abuse, Implied Mpreg*
Summary/Prompt: There were memorable birthday celebrations in Harry's life, but 2017 is particularly poignant.
A/N: Happy Birthday, Harry! 😊
The first birthday Harry ever remembered celebrating was when he turned six. His first teacher had told him the date on the last day of classes, while wishing him a happy birthday and a good summer. Good in Harry's world was getting to eat and not getting smacked.
Harry hummed the birthday song softly to himself as he plucked weeds out of the flower garden and watered everything. Cleaning out the shed was the last on his list of chores and Harry would have no problem finishing. Maybe he'd even get some old cheese tonight.
Harry never saw Dudley coming.
Harry's sixteenth birthday went by in a haze, despite the fact he was at the Burrow and they'd had a party for him. What he could remember, were the feelings of guild and grief, despair over the Prophecy, and the fear he was putting Hermione, the Weasleys, and everyone he cared for in danger. So many had died or were missing after Death Eater raids, on both Muggles and magical people. He'd worn depression like a cloak, the rainy gloom and cold of breeding Dementors adding to it.
Harry was sure he would die before he could fulfil his destiny.
His eighteenth birthday Harry spent at the bedside of a heavily bandaged Severus Snape, who was still in a coma. All the funerals were over, as were the endless celebrations; Harry had attended every one of the former and none of the latter. For the past two months, Harry had divided his time between helping with the repairs to Hogwarts and sitting by Snape's bed, talking about anything and everything.
He'd even admitted he was attracted to men and Snape specifically.
"Will you stop your caterwauling, Potter?" A raspy voice interrupted Harry.
"Severus!"
Harry carefully threw himself across Snape's chest.
Harry turned twenty-three on a tropical island in the Caribbean, amid sun, sand, lovemaking, and the gleaming new bonding ring on his left hand. Severus had proposed a year before, after a tumultuous courtship. Harry knew it would always be a relationship of filled with clashes, as both were stubborn men with strong personalities, but he also recognized the deep passion Severus showed him as love. The bonding vow Severus recited was the first time Harry had heard Severus say those words.
Now, sated and wrapped in Severus' arms, Harry sighed at the amazing tropical sunset.
"Happy birthday, my heart."
On his twenty-sixth birthday, Harry shared a bit of the chocolate icing from his cake with his three-month-old daughter, Serena Lily, who loved it. Severus glared at him, arms crossed over his chest, his disapproval clear.
"See, I knew she'd like it!" Harry gave Severus a smug smile as he coated the tip of his finger with more icing.
Severus arched an eyebrow. "I had no doubt our daughter would love anything chocolate from the way you ate it during her pregnancy."
Harry snorted as Serena sucked his finger.
"However, you will deal with her sugar-fueled crankiness later."
"Uh oh—"
The owl carrying Serena's Hogwarts letter arrived on Harry's thirty-seventh birthday, her delighted squeals making Harry's heart sing and eyes fill with tears. She danced around the garden with her two envious brothers. An arm slipped around his waist and Harry turned to bury his face in Severus' throat. He felt Severus kiss his temple, making Harry sigh.
"Happy?"
Harry lifted his face, pressing close. "Ecstatic."
Severus' eyes darkened, his lips hovering over Harry's. "You're a tease!"
"Never—"
"Dad! Father! Presents before snogging!" Serena yelled.
Severus kissed him anyway. "Slytherin, I believe."
Harry smiled. "I happen to love Slytherins."