Oneshot: Home for the Holidays
Title: Home for the Holidays
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise, and it would certainly not be considered appropriate for children if I did!
Warnings: Mpreg, possibly hints of D/s if you squint. If you squint really hard.
Summary: This was a oneshot for
shadowsrest in the Secret Snarry exchange over at
snape_potter. Prompt was: “Home for the holidays, songs from the heart, family”.
Home For The Holidays
Harry had always longed for a family.
His home life as a child had been less than perfect, with the Dursleys seeing him sometimes as a target, sometimes a servant but always a nuisance. Even when he had taken care of his assigned chores flawlessly and made sure that his manners were impeccable, they had never failed to be dissatisfied with him. It was difficult to emerge from such long-lasting treatment with spirit intact.
Still, somehow Harry Potter - tenacious as ever - had managed it. It had left its marks though, that much was certain. The young man adored children, doting on his godson Teddy, along with Hermione and Ron’s children as though trying to make up for the affection he had never himself had, at that age.
Over the years he had come to accept that starting a family of his own was just not something that would ever happen, no matter how much he wanted it to. After all, he was irrefutably gay and an unfortunate lack of womb in either partner made such things as getting pregnant decidedly impossible.
Sighing, the raven-haired young man leaned back into the plush armchair he was seated in, feet propped up upon a worn coffee table. A fire was smouldering away in the grate, awaiting the return of the other man that inhabited this space with Harry when not teaching at Hogwarts.
A rather soppy smile tugged at Harry’s lips as he thought about the upcoming holidays. It was almost Christmas and Severus was finally able to come home for the winter break. During term time, it was in the Professor’s contract that he was required to reside in the drafty old castle, in case any of the students should require his aid. Harry, who was training as an Auror, tended to divide his time between their cosy home in Muggle London and his lover’s quarters.
Now though; now the Christmas break was about to begin and he would have Severus all to himself. A decidedly un-Gryffindor smirk made itself at home upon his face as he wriggled further down into his favourite chair, thinking about all the things the pair could get up to over the next few weeks without pesky students scurrying around...
- - -
Morning light streamed through the window the next day, falling directly onto Harry’s face. A sleepy groan protested the beam’s malicious judgement, and the young man rolled away to bury his face in his husband’s side.
This proved to be an unwise move, as his stomach turned. Emerald eyes flew open, accompanied by a gasp as Harry threw himself from the bed and dashed to the bathroom, not even having time to slam the door shut before the retching began.
Severus woke with a start as his younger lover left the bed, and sat up frowning. The expression deepened as dark eyes found the door to the bathroom ajar, and the sounds from within reached his ears. Shaking off the haze of sleep, the potions master strode into the ensuite, crouching to hold the dark hair out of the other man’s face. Breathing heavily, Harry reached back a pale hand and gripped his lover’s leg, as though seeking reassurance. Of course, it was readily given, and long fingers soon began rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“How often has this been happening?” Came the silken voice. Green eyes widened in shock as Harry turned his head to face Severus; he hadn’t realised the man knew that he’d been being sick for a while now. Averting his gaze, he grimaced.
“A few weeks, I think.” Stony silence met this revelation. “Not every day!” he rushed to explain, expression taking on a pleading tone as he implored the older man to not be angry. “I was going to tell you if it lasted much longer...”
Severus sighed, standing and helping Harry to his feet. “We will take you to see the healers at St. Mungo's tomorrow morning. Ah!” This last was snapped warningly as Harry opened his mouth to protest. “I’ll hear no argument on this, after you’ve hidden it from me until now.” The younger man hung his head and chewed his lip sheepishly. Glancing up through his lashes revealed that Severus was still watching him sternly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, stepping forward and wrapping his arms about the potions professor’s lean waist. A sigh was heard from above, before the arms relented and wrapped around the smaller dark-haired man. Nuzzling into his lover’s chest, Harry smiled, comforted.
- - -
The Saturday morning following the last day of classes at Hogwarts, St. Mungo’s was heaving. Doubtless, many of the older students had decided to celebrate their novel freedom by overindulging. There were hangovers aplenty in the crowds that dragged themselves through the sterile halls.
Two men were seated in one of the waiting rooms; Harry casually relaxed, and Severus uncharacteristically agitated. The green-eyed man laughed as he placed a hand on his husband’s knee to stop the impatient bouncing it had been engaging in. “Calm down, love,” he smiled. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Probably just a tummy bug or something.” The taller of the two nodded in response, though the tension in his frame did not ease.
“Mister Potter?” Came a stern voice to their right, and both dark heads swiveled to face the nurse. She held a clipboard in her hands and bags under her eyes. “This way please.”
- - -
Harry lent heavily against the door frame shortly after having Apparated home. His eyes were wide and he was blinking; evidently shocked. “How is that even possible?” he asked, though the details had already been clearly explained to him in the healer’s office. It was just such a bizarre situation that he didn’t know quite what to make of it.
“You’re thinking like a Muggle again, Harry,” came Severus’ rich tones from behind him. Arms appeared and wrapped around him, the palms pressing lightly against his stomach as lips lightly touched his shoulder. “Are you happy?”
This caught the younger man’s attention. Severus was worried that he didn’t want this? He turned in the strong arms.
“Of course!” he assured, leaning up to peck a kiss against the pale cheek. “You know I’ve always wanted a family, but I didn’t even realise it was possible for a wizard to fall pregnant in the magical world! I’m kind of in shock here, Sev!”
The worry melted from the professor’s face and he smiled, expression much softer than any at Hogwarts would have imagined it could be. “It is rare,” he admitted, though they had been over this already. “It requires significant magical strength and an even stronger longing for the child, for the magic to enable the desire. I guess you just wanted it badly enough.” He paused, before clarifying. “No, we wanted it badly enough.”
Harry beamed. There could certainly be no doubt that his husband was pleased with this turn of events. Throwing his arms around the older man’s shoulders, he buried his face in the elegant neck.
“I love you, Severus!”
“I love you too, brat.”
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise, and it would certainly not be considered appropriate for children if I did!
Warnings: Mpreg, possibly hints of D/s if you squint. If you squint really hard.
Summary: This was a oneshot for
shadowsrest in the Secret Snarry exchange over at
snape_potter. Prompt was: “Home for the holidays, songs from the heart, family”.
Home For The Holidays
Harry had always longed for a family.
His home life as a child had been less than perfect, with the Dursleys seeing him sometimes as a target, sometimes a servant but always a nuisance. Even when he had taken care of his assigned chores flawlessly and made sure that his manners were impeccable, they had never failed to be dissatisfied with him. It was difficult to emerge from such long-lasting treatment with spirit intact.
Still, somehow Harry Potter - tenacious as ever - had managed it. It had left its marks though, that much was certain. The young man adored children, doting on his godson Teddy, along with Hermione and Ron’s children as though trying to make up for the affection he had never himself had, at that age.
Over the years he had come to accept that starting a family of his own was just not something that would ever happen, no matter how much he wanted it to. After all, he was irrefutably gay and an unfortunate lack of womb in either partner made such things as getting pregnant decidedly impossible.
Sighing, the raven-haired young man leaned back into the plush armchair he was seated in, feet propped up upon a worn coffee table. A fire was smouldering away in the grate, awaiting the return of the other man that inhabited this space with Harry when not teaching at Hogwarts.
A rather soppy smile tugged at Harry’s lips as he thought about the upcoming holidays. It was almost Christmas and Severus was finally able to come home for the winter break. During term time, it was in the Professor’s contract that he was required to reside in the drafty old castle, in case any of the students should require his aid. Harry, who was training as an Auror, tended to divide his time between their cosy home in Muggle London and his lover’s quarters.
Now though; now the Christmas break was about to begin and he would have Severus all to himself. A decidedly un-Gryffindor smirk made itself at home upon his face as he wriggled further down into his favourite chair, thinking about all the things the pair could get up to over the next few weeks without pesky students scurrying around...
- - -
Morning light streamed through the window the next day, falling directly onto Harry’s face. A sleepy groan protested the beam’s malicious judgement, and the young man rolled away to bury his face in his husband’s side.
This proved to be an unwise move, as his stomach turned. Emerald eyes flew open, accompanied by a gasp as Harry threw himself from the bed and dashed to the bathroom, not even having time to slam the door shut before the retching began.
Severus woke with a start as his younger lover left the bed, and sat up frowning. The expression deepened as dark eyes found the door to the bathroom ajar, and the sounds from within reached his ears. Shaking off the haze of sleep, the potions master strode into the ensuite, crouching to hold the dark hair out of the other man’s face. Breathing heavily, Harry reached back a pale hand and gripped his lover’s leg, as though seeking reassurance. Of course, it was readily given, and long fingers soon began rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“How often has this been happening?” Came the silken voice. Green eyes widened in shock as Harry turned his head to face Severus; he hadn’t realised the man knew that he’d been being sick for a while now. Averting his gaze, he grimaced.
“A few weeks, I think.” Stony silence met this revelation. “Not every day!” he rushed to explain, expression taking on a pleading tone as he implored the older man to not be angry. “I was going to tell you if it lasted much longer...”
Severus sighed, standing and helping Harry to his feet. “We will take you to see the healers at St. Mungo's tomorrow morning. Ah!” This last was snapped warningly as Harry opened his mouth to protest. “I’ll hear no argument on this, after you’ve hidden it from me until now.” The younger man hung his head and chewed his lip sheepishly. Glancing up through his lashes revealed that Severus was still watching him sternly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, stepping forward and wrapping his arms about the potions professor’s lean waist. A sigh was heard from above, before the arms relented and wrapped around the smaller dark-haired man. Nuzzling into his lover’s chest, Harry smiled, comforted.
- - -
The Saturday morning following the last day of classes at Hogwarts, St. Mungo’s was heaving. Doubtless, many of the older students had decided to celebrate their novel freedom by overindulging. There were hangovers aplenty in the crowds that dragged themselves through the sterile halls.
Two men were seated in one of the waiting rooms; Harry casually relaxed, and Severus uncharacteristically agitated. The green-eyed man laughed as he placed a hand on his husband’s knee to stop the impatient bouncing it had been engaging in. “Calm down, love,” he smiled. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Probably just a tummy bug or something.” The taller of the two nodded in response, though the tension in his frame did not ease.
“Mister Potter?” Came a stern voice to their right, and both dark heads swiveled to face the nurse. She held a clipboard in her hands and bags under her eyes. “This way please.”
- - -
Harry lent heavily against the door frame shortly after having Apparated home. His eyes were wide and he was blinking; evidently shocked. “How is that even possible?” he asked, though the details had already been clearly explained to him in the healer’s office. It was just such a bizarre situation that he didn’t know quite what to make of it.
“You’re thinking like a Muggle again, Harry,” came Severus’ rich tones from behind him. Arms appeared and wrapped around him, the palms pressing lightly against his stomach as lips lightly touched his shoulder. “Are you happy?”
This caught the younger man’s attention. Severus was worried that he didn’t want this? He turned in the strong arms.
“Of course!” he assured, leaning up to peck a kiss against the pale cheek. “You know I’ve always wanted a family, but I didn’t even realise it was possible for a wizard to fall pregnant in the magical world! I’m kind of in shock here, Sev!”
The worry melted from the professor’s face and he smiled, expression much softer than any at Hogwarts would have imagined it could be. “It is rare,” he admitted, though they had been over this already. “It requires significant magical strength and an even stronger longing for the child, for the magic to enable the desire. I guess you just wanted it badly enough.” He paused, before clarifying. “No, we wanted it badly enough.”
Harry beamed. There could certainly be no doubt that his husband was pleased with this turn of events. Throwing his arms around the older man’s shoulders, he buried his face in the elegant neck.
“I love you, Severus!”
“I love you too, brat.”