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Original poster: snarrymod
One of our Games participants, Silver award medalist, Team Angst member eeyore9990, was so tickled by the thought of drabbling the prompts, that she did those AS WELL AS HER entry! All 44! Un-freakin-believable. Awesome.
I believe these are the last* of the Closing Games Drabbles, but I still have a couple things I wish to wrap up, so this will not be the last entry for these Games. *g* Some questions will be answered about future Games, including our Art Games, coming to you at the end of the summer!
Without further ado:
Author: eeyore9990
Title: Snarry Games Drabbles
Warnings: Angst and Romance and everything that goes with all that.
Rating: R (I think)
Disclaimer: Characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and various companies. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Sleep Deprivation
Angst
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“Do you dare, Potter? Do you truly dare fall asleep in the Dark Lord’s presence?”
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“Malfoy, touch me again,” Harry rasped, spitting blood, “I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”
Snide laughter greeted this remark; the change it wrought in Harry was… interesting.
“Severus?” he whispered, eyes frantically searching.
“Do you hear that, Severus? Your lover is calling for you.”
“I simply must know, Potter,” Severus said with a smirk, walking into Harry’s line of vision. “What will you do with Lucius’… dick… when you cut it off?”
Eyes locked with Harry’s, Severus turned to Lucius and kissed him.
Sleep Deprivation
Romance
Harry’s head hit the table, his eyes ringed with dark circles.
Hermione looked at him, pumpkin juice halfway to her mouth. “Oh, Harry,” she said softly. “You must stop pushing yourself so hard! You haven’t slept in days!”
Just then, Snape approached the table. Harry straightened quickly, eyes locking on the forbidding man.
Snape looked down his nose at Hermione, and turned to Harry. “Are you well?”
Harry hid a small, telling smile. “Oh, yeah. Bit difficult to sit, today, but I’m sure I’ll get you back tonight.”
Snape’s eyes flared. “You may make the attempt.”
“I plan to.”
Always Hungry
Angst
Harry turned over, mouth dry, stomach rolling with acid, eating away at itself.
“Severus?” he asked, voice a bare whisper in the dark, cold cell. “Severus, are you there?”
He started to panic, needing to hear the one voice that could keep him sane in this endless blackness, could feed his soul as his body starved to death.
There came no answer.
He used what little strength he had left to drag his body to where he knew Severus lay. He bumped into him and collapsed, weak with more than relief. “Severus, why didn’t you say something?”
Silence answered him.
Always Hungry
Romance
“Slow down, boy,” Severus said, pulling on Harry’s head. “We have all night.”
Harry kissed up the pale, lean chest, licking and sucking every inch of skin he could reach. “Mmm, don’t care. Been too long. I want to eat you, to taste you on my tongue, to fill myself up with you.”
Severus barely held back a gasp as Harry bit roughly at one of his nipples. “If you’re hungry, Potter, might I suggest the kitchens?”
Harry pulled back and smiled wickedly. “I hunger only for you, Severus. And it’s a hunger that will never be satisfied.”
Courage
Angst
“What, then, is the meaning of courage?” Voldemort asked, voice amused. But his eyes showed clearly that the amusement was a lie. He was furious and his anger crackled on the air.
“Is it courage to let your friends and comrades run off to fight your battles for you, while you lie in the arms of your lover? Is it courage to allow them to die while you call out your lover’s name as you reach orgasm?”
He lashed out with his foot, catching the faces of the two men bound on the floor before him.
“Is it, Potter? Severus?”
Courage
Romance
Harry stood straight and tall, but his mind wandered as Scrimgeour went on and on about his ‘heroics during battle,’ his ‘courage in the face of certain death.’ Harry snorted quietly and felt the man at his side shift the smallest bit.
“Problem, Potter?”
He gave a small grin and replied, “If they only knew why…”
A heavy sigh. “Rub it in, then. Go on.”
“I couldn’t let them have you, sir. You’re… the only reason I had to survive.”
Silence. Then, “You had everything to live for.”
“You’re the only thing that makes me feel alive.”
“Then we agree.”
Benediction
Angst
The scent of the incense, cloying and thick, filled his nostrils, bringing tears to his eyes. Of course it was the incense. If he allowed himself to cry over this service… Well, his lover might just rise up and hex him. He stifled an inappropriate chuckle at the thought, feeling the eyes of Hermione Granger silently chiding him.
He scanned the small, select crowd and noticed the tears that flowed freely. A final benediction on a life cut too short.
“Rest, Harry.” Severus bowed his head and touched the casket. “Farewell, love.”
Benediction
Romance
Harry looked up, his crown of wildflowers slipping down for the dozenth time into his eyes. With a laugh, he took it off and flung it into the crowd, eyes widening in amazement when Fred caught it and was immediately swept into a deep kiss by George.
“Didn’t see that coming,” he said, eyes wide.
His husband of barely an hour smirked. “I caught them several times over the years. I think they wanted me to. Perhaps they thought I’d give them my blessing.”
Harry traced a finger over Severus’ lips. “You should. They gave us theirs.”
Things Left Unsaid
Angst
Harry trembled. He shook his head over and over as Hermione gently broke the news to him. “No,” he said, the word hardly more than a breath. “No!”
Hermione held out her hands, pleading with him to understand, to accept. “Harry, it’s true. It’s true. I saw the body. I saw him, Harry. He’s gone, sweetheart. Snape is gone.”
“Don’t you see? Don’t you understand, Hermione? He can’t be dead. He can’t be. I never told him! I never told him I loved him! He wouldn’t let me!”
Hermione held her broken friend as he screamed out his grief.
Things Left Unsaid
Romance
Severus paced around the room, picking up objects and returning them to their designated places. As he paced, he looked everywhere but at the man lounging in his bed, sheets pooled at his waist.
“I… yes, well… you see, Potter.” Severus stopped speaking and closed his eyes, massaging the spot between them where a dull throbbing had begun.
A hand touched his and he started violently, eyes flying open.
A soft smile and vibrant green eyes met his gaze. “Severus, you don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know that I love you.”
Vertigo
Angst
A bead of sweat rolled down Harry’s forehead, burning his eyes, making his head spin, something he couldn’t afford right now.
He had to stay focussed, keep his balance. A small tug from behind him let him know that Severus wasn’t faring any better.
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” he asked.
“Because your dear friend Ronald exposed me,” Severus replied. “Because you thought it would be lovely to let your friends know of our relationship.”
The coldness of his voice caused Harry to wobble, oversetting them, and plunging them both to the rocky ground one hundred feet below.
Vertigo
Romance
He sat in detention, watching Snape’s hands. He watched them pour and measure; he watched them slash through the air; he watched them handle a delicate quill and use it like a weapon.
His breathing quickened, causing him to become light-headed. He stood shakily, stumbling forward, feeling the room tilt crazily around him. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Potter! Release my hand immediately!”
Harry moaned and held on, sucking a finger into his mouth.
“Potter…” Snape’s voice was different now, less sharp, more… husky, needy.
“Please, sir,” Harry whimpered, turning the hand over to lick at Snape’s wrist.
“Yes…”
Masquerade
Angst
As he watched the old man fly backward over the battlements, Severus allowed himself a small, pleased smile. Turning to Draco, he was about to explain the need for haste when he was hit from behind.
“Nooooooooooo!” shrieked a distinct voice. Potter. “You killed him!”
Severus stood up and accepted his wand from Amycus before turning to the young, shocked man still screaming at him. He raised his hand for silence, and said, “Quite obviously I killed him. My masquerade ends here.”
“He trusted you! He loved you! I loved you!”
Severus smiled cruelly. “Then join him.”
Masquerade
Romance
Severus watched the beautiful man flit through the throng of Ministry employees, heading for the door to the balcony. Submitting to impulse, he followed.
“I felt you watching me,” the stranger’s voice said as he stepped out.
“A man such as yourself is unaccustomed to the admiration of strangers?”
The man started, before smiling softly. “Admiration?”
Severus stiffened, hearing amusement. “Excuse me. I should not have--”
“Yes. Yes, you definitely should have.” That voice sounded… familiar.
“Who are you?”
“Wrong question. What I am is very, very interested. In you.”
Midnight chimed. A time of revelation.
“Potter?!”
Deja Vu
Angst
Harry whirled, wand raised. He’d done this, this same action, over and over. One black robed, masked individual after another fell under the force of his anger and grief. Voldemort’s death had not stopped the wave of powerful, insane Death Eaters. Drained as he was, Harry had to keep fighting, keep fighting, keep fighting…
Finally, a sea of bodies wavered in his vision, and he stumbled to his knees.
“Finally giving up, Potter? I always knew you would.”
“Snape,” he croaked painfully. “I knew it would be you. Kill me, then.”
“Stupid boy. Death is too swift for you. Stupefy!”
Deja Vu
Romance
Every night, the dream was the same: a tangle of black hair winding through his fingers, piercing eyes mocking him even as they watched him fall apart, thin lips descending…
Harry woke with a startled gasp. Why was he tormented by these dreams?
As he moaned into his pillow, a figure at his side shifted, making him tense with alarm before he recalled the night’s activities.
Black hair tangling in his fingers as piercing eyes looked at him, hooded and slightly unsure. Thin lips twisted into a smile as Harry opened to him.
“You’re still here.” Wonder.
“Yes.” Peace.
Nightmares
Angst
Harry woke screaming. He expected to be back in his dorm, safely amongst his friends.
Instead, he was chained to the wall, surrounded by laughing, taunting Death Eaters. Beside him, blood trailing a path down his chest, was Severus Snape.
He had woken from one nightmare, only to be thrust into another.
Straining against his chains, he threw himself at Snape’s tormentor, Bellatrix.
“Leave him be! You bloody bitch, take me instead!”
As Snape’s head fell forward for the last time, she turned her malevolent gaze on him. “So eager. But, if you insist...”
His nightmare was complete.
Nightmares
Romance
“Why do you keep walking away from me?! I know you’re not a coward, so stop and face me, dammit!”
Severus heard the confusion in the anguished voice. “Why do you want me, Potter? You’ve never seemed the sort to indulge in masochism. I am nothing but a man tainted by death and evil and darkness. I am the embodiment of every nightmare you’ve ever had.”
“Nightmare? You know nothing of nightmares if you think you could ever be a part of mine.” Desperate kisses filled the moment before Harry pulled back. “You silence my nightmares.”
Last Dance
Angst
Harry stood in the crowd, fighting back the pain in his chest, swallowing the words he wanted to cry out. Words about injustice and the inherent wrongness of executing a man who had done so much to ensure their freedom.
They were hanging Severus. Hanging him for crimes he had been forced to commit. Harry closed his eyes and gave in. He Apparated to the platform, throwing himself against the man he loved and hated equally.
“Let me take you away. Please. They’ll never find us,” he whispered harshly.
“It is too late.”
Moments later, his feet danced their last.
Last Dance
Romance
Harry’s feet tapped, his eyes locked on the clock above the entrance, his pulse speeding through his veins. This was the leaving feast, and in celebration, it had turned into a dance. But, at midnight, in two minutes, he would officially be an ex-student.
Harry silently willed the clock to go faster. He could swear he heard the ticking in his heart, slow and steady.
Then, finally, the hands lined up and he was free. Free to ask for the last dance of the evening. And the first dance of the rest of his life.
“Professor Snape?”
A Test of Wills
Angst
Wands locked in mortal combat. The familiar light bound them both and Harry used every bit of his will to force it down to the tip of the opposing wand.
“Tell me, Harry,” Voldemort hissed. “What do you suppose it would take to make you lose your concentration? Would telling you how sweet the screams of your Mudblood girlfriend were take your mind from your quest? What about the pleas of that redheaded brat as I made spiders dance along his skin? Would that do it? No?”
“Lucius, bring the spy forward.”
“Severus!”
The connection broke. And then, Harry did.
A Test of Wills
Romance
Severus liked to test him. He would sneer and insult and do everything in his power to drive Harry away. But every time, Harry would simply walk up to him and stare into his eyes as he leaned in and kissed the horrid rush of words away.
And every time, Severus felt his will weakening. He tried to keep his heart for himself. If he gave it away, there was no guarantee it would be cherished or cared for.
“Why do you persist?”
“Because you own my heart.”
His will broke as his heart found its owner. It remained safe.
Labyrinth
Angst
Harry ran, feeling the walls closing in on him. He’d been running forever, running toward freedom, toward happiness, but it was always just beyond his grasp.
He stumbled and fell; he could feel the darkness closing in on him. Jumping to his feet, he ducked left, then immediately turned right again, twisting and turning, trying to outrun it, to stay just one step ahead.
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“Will he ever wake up?” Severus asked, eyes tinged red from lack of sleep.
Hermione covered his hand with her own, pity shining in her eyes. “He’s trapped in his mind, sir. He can’t escape that.”
Labyrinth
Romance
Harry followed him, stalking the sound of his robes as they whispered against the bushes. Suddenly, the sound stopped and Harry’s pulse raced with anticipation.
As he rounded the next corner, strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him into a dark nook, lips immediately attacking his neck.
“Severus,” he whispered, pressing ever closer. Harder he pressed, needing the feel of Severus’ body against his own. As they kissed voraciously, bushes parted; the world tilted.
They landed in the middle of a group of Ministry officials.
A gasp; then, “These parties do bring together the most unusual couples.”
Superstition
Angst
Harry stared down at the broken mirror in his hand. It had been three years since he’d found it in his trunk, three years since he’d broken it, three years of horribly bad luck. If superstition was correct, he had another four years remaining.
He wouldn’t last through even one more year like the last.
He squeezed his eyes shut as, once again, he recalled his lover cursing his mentor.
“Why, Severus? Why?”
A thousand faces reflected back to him in the shards of glass. It was Severus, locked in a passionate embrace with… Draco Malfoy.
The glass remained silent.
Superstition
Romance
Severus Snape watched the Quidditch match, a smirk gracing his lips as he blatantly eavesdropped on the two witches behind him.
“Why is it that all the most fit wizards are gay?” one witch bemoaned.
“I don’t really know, mind you, but I‘ve my suspicions,” the other answered. “My Muggle gran used to tell me that if someone swept under my feet, I’d never marry.”
“Oh, tosh!”
“They all ride brooms, with their feet propped atop...“
Harry finally caught the snitch, and, as always, swooped down for a victory kiss.
“I think your gran may have been onto something.”
Posthumous Request
Angst
“Forgive him, Harry,” was written in Dumbledore’s scratchy script.
‘I can’t,’ Harry thought, and for the first time acknowledged why. “He didn’t just betray you, old man,” he murmured out loud, finger tracing the words. “He betrayed us both.
The certainty of youth recognises truth too late. Harry finally understood Dumbledore’s posthumous plea.
“Severus Snape, you have been tried before a panel of your peers and found guilty. You will be Kissed at noon tomorrow.”
Harry felt the scrap in his pocket and locked gazes with Snape, who finally let his mental walls come crashing down.
“No…”
I loved you.
Posthumous Request
Romance
Harry felt a tear slide down his cheek as he smiled down at the fragile, yellowed parchment.
‘He was my best friend,’ was written in his mother’s diary, which he had found beneath a floorboard at the ruins of what had been Godric’s Hollow. ‘I wish someone worthy would come along who would look beneath the gruff, surly exterior and see the beautiful boy he is underneath.’
Harry chuckled at his mother’s audacity. Severus would not like knowing she had referred to him as a boy.
Turning to his lover, he asked, “Am I worthy?”
“Of what?”
“You.”
“Silly boy…”
Sacrifice
Angst
“Promise me!”
“You won’t die. I won’t let you.”
“Damn you. Promise me, now; help me. Please.” That word caught him off-guard; he didn’t think he’d ever heard it pass those beloved lips before.
“Yes. I promise.”
“Thank you,” he said amid a spasm of coughing. His breathing was ragged, his lungs seizing.
“Don’t thank me. Please, don’t thank me.”
For the second time in his miserable life, Severus Snape lifted his wand and cast the Killing Curse on someone he loved above all others.
And finally, Harry was at peace.
“Never again,” Severus vowed, snapping his wand in two.
Sacrifice
Romance
Harry was uncharacteristically nervous, making Severus watch him closely for signs of illness.
The longer he watched his boy, the more agitated he seemed to become.
“Harry,” he called, frowning slightly when Harry jumped like a startled rabbit. “Whatever is the matter?”
“Nothing!” Harry burst out, eyes wide with apprehension.
“It’s obviously not nothing. Please tell me.”
“I… I… I—“
“Just spit it out!”
Harry’s face turned green, but he manfully croaked, “Severus Snape, will you bond with me?”
Severus smiled, touched. “It will be a sacrifice, but I suppose someone must bear this responsibility.”
“Git. I love you.”
Seven Year Itch
Angst
Harry came to a halt, his world narrowing to a pinpoint as all he could focus on was Severus. Severus in the arms of another man.
Rage flowed through him as he pulled Severus off the other man.
“What do you think you are doing, Snape?! I leave for the afternoon and return to find you… doing this?” he hissed, furious and betrayed.
Severus smirked down at him, eyes neutral, as he said, “I’ve decided I want to see other people, Harry. You understand, I’m sure?”
“Do I mean nothing to you?”
“You were a good seven year itch.”
Seven Year Itch
Romance
“Who is that?”
“The blonde?”
“Yes.”
“Marilyn Monroe. She was a famous American actress. I think she made something like thirty films before she died. It was tragic. She was loved by so many, and yet, couldn’t love herself.”
Severus kissed the fading scar on Harry’s forehead lightly. “The price of fame. To think how I treated you…“
Harry smiled and kissed him. “I forgive you.”
Severus frowned back at the screen, where the image of a beautiful woman flickered, a woman who should have been nothing but happy.
Harry grabbed his face. “You love me. That’s all I need.”
Proving His Independence
Angst
Harry stood in Severus’ chambers, anguish in his green eyes as he appealed wordlessly to the brooding man standing there so closed-off and unattainable.
“Please, sir, don’t go to him.”
“Why not, Potter?” Snape growled from the corner, clutching at his burning forearm.
“Because, I…we need you.”
“You mean Albus needs me. The Order needs me.” With a shout, he swept a shelf clear of jars and phials. “They do not own me!”
Sneering blackly at Harry, he grabbed Floo powder and left to answer his Master’s call.
Harry closed his eyes and whispered into the silence, “No, he does.”
Proving His Independence
Romance
Harry stood there, scowling around at the arguing Order members.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I’d put my private life up for debate,” he said quietly but firmly, cutting through the protests. “If you don’t like the choices I’ve made, fine. You don’t have to live with them. If you want to beat this dead horse, fine also. I don’t have to come back.
“You don’t have to love Severus. That’s my job.”
Just as he was about to storm out, a loud clapping started, soon joined by more and more.
“About time you stood up for yourself, Potter.”
Ancestry
Angst
Severus shoved him back, eyes glassy. “Damn you, Potter!”
Harry made soft, soothing noises and cupped Severus’ cheeks with his hands. “Harry. It’s Harry. Please, Severus, please focus. It’s me, love. Harry, not James.”
Severus blinked, fury and humiliation giving way to a quiet despair. “Will I never be able to hold you without the ghosts of my past haunting me?” he asked softly. “I want to be able to love you, and I cannot.”
Harry simply wrapped his arms around the man he loved, once again cursing his father for implanting the demons that came between him and Severus.
Ancestry
Romance
“Here, in the sight of your ancestors, with the blessings of the gods and goddesses, I bind you one to the other. May your lives be filled with peace and love.” The Minister smiled at them, adding, “No couple ever worked so hard or deserved it so much as you.”
As the final words were spoken, the knots of the rope binding their wrists glowed briefly before separating, leaving two bonding bracelets in its stead.
“Finally,” Harry murmured, turning toward his husband.
“Always impatient, brat,” Severus returned, before pulling Harry into a passionate embrace, their first as a bonded couple.
Pensieve Memories
Angst
Severus walked purposefully toward the Pensieve and pulled strand after strand after strand of memory from his head, placing them in the stone container before nodding farewell to the teary-eyed witches behind him.
Sucking in a deep breath, he leaned forward, thrusting himself into his past. A smile touched his face as he saw Harry once again.
“How could we let him do this?” Minerva asked, shivers wracking her elderly frame.
“We love him too much to make him live without Harry. This way, they’ll be together ‘til the end,” Hermione answered, tears streaming down her face.
Pensieve Memories
Romance
“If you truly want to know how I feel about you,” Snape said, back turned on the young man glaring at him, “look in the Pensieve.”
With an impatient sound, Harry plunged his head into the bowl.
Several hours later, he pulled free and fell to the ground, face pale as he looked around for Severus, who was seated in a chair, pretending to read.
Harry stood up and went to him, taking the book in his hands before he climbed into Severus’ lap and kissed him.
Severus pulled back, confusion lighting his gaze.
“Severus…I love you, too.”
Correspondence
Angst
Insolent Brat,
You should be happy now. The Dark Lord is dead. Congratulations are in order, I suppose. I would say you worked hard toward this end, however, that would be far from the truth. You never did anything without someone, usually me, pushing you forward.
I’m sure I’ll receive no credit for that, as well. Anonymity suits me.
Before you get maudlin, yes, I loved you, too.
Farewell,
S.S.
Harry smiled softly, tears tracing his cheeks. He returned Severus’ letter to its place in the box atop the mantel, along with Severus’ posthumously awarded Order of Merlin, First Class.
Correspondence
Romance
Git,
I hate you.
Harry
~
Brat,
I don’t care.
~
Why?
~
‘Why,’ what? Elucidate, boy.
~
Why everything, damn you!
~
Because sometimes things have to be done. Things that heroes cannot do.
Leave me alone.
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I can’t leave you alone. I’m sorry.
~
One would think you had a crush on me, Potter.
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…
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Silence, Potter? Interesting.
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…
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Will wonders never cease? Potter lusts after the murderous Git. Amusing. You’ve piqued my interest.
~
Meet me in Hogsmeade, Madam Rosmerta’s old tavern. 7 pm Saturday.
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Only if you say ‘please.’
Scruples
Angst
The stone cut into Harry’s hands as he was thrown to the floor. He looked up at Snape through his dishevelled hair and thought of pleading with him.
One sharp look from those onyx eyes changed his mind.
So he tried reason.
“I know you’re not a killer. I know you have honour, no matter how twisted, somewhere under those robes of yours.”
“Potter, my robes are not your concern,” Snape said coldly, drawing his wand and pointing it between Harry’s eyes. “As for my honour…you’ll know soon enough how wrong you are and how few scruples I have.”
Scruples
Romance
The neon sign outside the nightclub flashed and danced with all the garishness that was promised inside.
"Welcome to Scruples; may I take your cloak?" Severus handed his cape over to the attendant and sat down.
"Want a lap dance, sugar?" the exotic dancer swayed and writhed in front of him, as if showing off his wares.
"Only if I get to kiss you."
"That's against the rules, baby." He leaned over; green eyes met black. "If I kiss you, I'll have to kiss everyone."
"Like hell!" And with that, Severus kissed his husband.
Ending Harry's brief dancing career.
Dollhouse
Angst
Voldemort smiled grimly as he watched through the gazing ball as the students and teachers scrambled around like tiny dolls in an oversized dollhouse. Scanning quickly, he searched for his faithful, using his link to them to find them in their dorms and classrooms.
He was able to locate all but one, and as he furrowed his brow in intense concentration, he finally discovered him. He was in a tunnel behind a statue of a witch, fumbling with the robes of… Harry Potter.
With a shriek of rage, he reached for his dolls and pins and smiled as Severus writhed.
Dollhouse
Romance
Severus pulled at his hair and nearly screamed out his rage. Harry walked in and hid a smile as he gave his husband a large glass of Firewhisky.
“We have exactly five hours, maybe less, to figure this out, love,” Harry said, looking around at the assorted pieces.
“Tell me again why I can’t simply use magic to do this?” Severus asked, aggravated beyond belief.
“Because it’s our goddaughter’s first dollhouse. We’re going to do this right.”
“Magic is right! Especially when the fu—when the instructions are written in Chinese!”
Harry smiled and sat down. “I love you.”
“Whatever.”
fin
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