Three Father's- Part One
Title: Three Father’s
Author: hpgeek512
Pairing: I don’t want to reveal them but you can look if you want, just highlight. *Remus/Severus/Lucius, Harry/Cedric, Draco/undecided*
Rating: R (for right now)
Summary: Instead of not having any parents at all or just one or two parents like most people, can Harry deal with having three loving father’s care for him and the stress of being the public’s Savior?
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything except the plot people. Everything else is J.K.R.’s
Warnings: Threesome between three grown men, under-aged kissing, Corporal Punishment, a bit OOC-ness, hurt/comfort, angst, Kid!fic for first couple of chapters
Three Fathers- Part 1
A/N- I’d already planned on writing a story like this for a while now, but I had no idea what the threesome would be. Well, on Father’s Day of all days, three men (who I am not revealing, you’ve got to read to find out) popped into my head and I thought they were perfect. I don’t want to say much about except that Harry is not an orphan in this story. ;)
At first I had no one, as my biological parents had died a drastic death by the hand of Lord Voldemort. But luckily I do not remember their love for me because I’d only been one years old, fifteen months to be exact. I’m lucky because I don’t harbor a pain inside me when I think about them; Lily and James Potter.
As I’d been told many times by Daddy; the time between the death of my parents and the “death” of Voldemort was the only time I’d actually been an orphan, by his terms of course. I only legally became his son six months after.
“Well Harry, we did it; you’re now officially my cub.” Remus bounced the wild haired baby in his arms and was rewarded with high pitched giggling and the squishing of both his cheeks. Remus made goofy faces at the boy as he spelled his front door to his small flat open. Pocketing his wand, the amber eyed werewolf strode directly to his brown tattered couch. He unzipped the red and gold baby bag and took out a black mat and laid it out onto the couch, placing Harry onto it gently.
“Tummy!” Harry placed two chubby hands onto his clothed stomach as his legs were lifted and his wet nappy was slid from under him.
“Mmm-hmm, that is your tummy cub.” Remus said, briefly looking at Harry as he concentrated on cleaning the small bottom.
Harry frowned and he was again lifted up as a nice dry nappy was placed under him. “Tummy go grrr!”
Remus snorted and clasped the buttons between Harry’s legs shut. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re hungry?”
Harry clapped his hands and rolled over onto his stomach, turning and pushing himself to the floor. “I hungee Moony! I eat, I eat, I eat!”
Remus shook his head, smiling, as he was left sitting there, watching his cub, waddle barefoot towards the kitchen with determination to be fed. He quickly put the mat away and waved his wand at the soiled nappy before chasing after the almost two year old.
~**~
Life with my new Daddy (I started calling him this around my second Christmas. The look he’d gave me after I’d said it was both sad and happy and something else that I couldn’t comprehend at the time) was brilliant! We got to play every day and he sometimes took me to a Muggle park where they had so many slides and things to climb on. Though, Daddy didn’t really like me climbing on the things that were high above the ground like the monkey bars and the jungle gym. And he especially didn’t like me climbing up the closed in curvy slides which were great fun to climb since it’s so dark and you don’t know what’s going to come down next. But it was a strict ‘no-no’ for me and I was usually put in time out for doing it two times when he’d already said not to. But he didn’t understand and all the other kids did it!
Today we were in Diagon Alley for… I don’t know why, but Daddy had told me but I hadn’t listened. All that mattered was that we were there and I didn’t like it at all. People would always look at me and my head for a long time as they passed; sometimes even touching me, petting was more like it. My Daddy would always hold me close whenever they got too close to us and I would always shrink away from them when they reached out. Sometimes I would even blow raspberries at them but Daddy always scolded me when I did that; he said it “isn’t nice” but I knew that, and that’s why I did it. Anyways, that isn’t why I brought this day up; the reason was that on this day, July 18, 1982 I met my second Daddy.
Remus walked down the cobbled street, Harry settled firmly on his hip (unknown to Remus as Harry glared back at the people who couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves and giggling quietly when they tripped and fell) , muttering to himself about what all he needed to purchase that day. He entered the gloomy, stuffy Apothecary. He nodded to the clerk at the front of the store and made his way to the right; he needed ingredients for Healing Potions, Pepper-Up Potions, Skele-Gro, basically any type of simple medical potion he needed to brew because his cub was a hyper little thing at times.
“Daddy, it stinky in here.” Harry mumbled into his neck.
“I know cub. Just a few minutes before we’ll be on our way.” He said distractedly as he read the label on a jar of yellowed powder. The pair went on like this; walking and stopping and reading labels and sending the chosen jars to the front of the store; it was all very boring to Harry and he quickly let his mind drift to something much more exciting; like maybe getting one of those nice brooms in the shop window across the street.
Just as Harry’s eye lids began to grow heavy, the door to the shop opened; a single bell ringing in notice. Harry lifted his head from his Daddy’s shoulder to check out the person who’d entered; the person had long black hair that brushed his shoulders and a very big nose that stuck out amid the curtain of black. The dark figure was tall and a bit lanky but they stood with a back bone and walked with elegance. Harry sighed and turned his head back, closing his eyes; he’d hope it be someone interesting.
“Lupin.”
Harry felt Remus spin and gasp. “Seve…Snape!” Harry’s eyes shot open; he’d heard his Daddy say that name before. He shifted his little bottom but didn’t turn to look at the person that now had his Daddy’s undivided attention. Harry sighed; now it’d be even longer before they left!
The pair mingled quietly behind a shelf stocked with something with three legs and Harry, giving up on the sleep that seemed to have left him, tried to count all of the jars on the row he was eye level with but had trouble getting past the number ten.
Then, his Daddy was shifting him so he faced the dark man halfway. “Say hello to Severus, Harry.”
Now that was a more familiar name; his Daddy would often talk through the Floo while he would color pretty pictures for him. He would always say “How are you, love?” or “Oh, Severus.” or “Severus, when are you ever going to come visit?” or “Severus, they can’t be that bad. Give them a chance.” or “Bye, Severus. Talk to you soon.” Harry eagerly lifted his bright green eyes to meet the Severus man’s black ones. “Hello mister Sev’us!” he said just as his Daddy taught him and held out his tiny hand.
Severus allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he reached out and took the child’s hand in his. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter-Lupin. You are having a wonderful day with your Father, I hope?”
Harry was entranced with this man’s appearance now that he knew who he was that he didn’t register the question until 10 seconds later. He looked back into the dark depths and nodded his head to whatever the man had said.
The two men talked a bit more before going their different ways. Harry had turned his nose into the tanned neck and therefore had not seen the briefly linked fingers below him.
“Alright cub, it’s time to head off. What do you say we get some ice cream before we go home, hmm?” Remus smiled his thanks at the shopkeeper before walking out.
“Yes Daddy, I want mint choc-ate ice cream peese!” Harry said excitedly. “Oh look Daddy! I wanna a broom, can I have one?”
Remus kissed his green-eyed monster on the head. “Not right now love. Possibly for your birthday, yeah?”
“Okay…” Harry sighed, but perked up again. “Is my birdday soon?”
“Yes, Harry. Now why don’t you get down for a bit and walk; Daddy’s arm is cramping.”
~**~
So from then on, Severus made a habit of visiting us on a regular basis. At first it was weekly for about a month and half, then it progressed to three days a week and then to every weekend and a few scattered days during the week.
As any single child with a single parent would do, I put up a bit of a fuss whenever Severus stole my Daddy away for longer than I deemed necessary and I was usually put to bed earlier whenever he stayed over. But it didn’t take long for me to become accustomed to his presence in our lives. He taught me many things and would always slip in simple words in French in our conversations. Severus could actually be fun to a three year old.
On the rare occasion when Daddy was gone at the Ministry for a job interview or when it was that time of the month, Severus would watch over me. It always begins the same; Severus would knock on the door, Daddy opens the door, the two of them kiss, Remus gives him my schedule for the day, Severus sits in the chair across from my little work table, Daddy tells me not to tire Severus out and to behave, says “Bye loves. I’ll be back after lunch.” or “Bye loves. I’ll be back in a couple days.” and leaves. So now I am sitting here at my table working in my workbook while Severus reads while Daddy is out playing wolf in the woods somewhere far away.
Finishing connecting the dots on the page, I go over with my book in hand and place it on a black trouser clad thigh. “`M done.”
“You’re ‘finished’ not ‘done’.” Severus corrects, closing his potions journal with a snap and settling it on the coffee table.
Harry nods and pushes his way into the dark man’s lap. “I maked a dragon Sev’rus, see?”
Severus sighed shifting the boy more comfortably on his lap and took the offered book. “You ‘made’ not ‘maked’. And yes, I can see that you’ve made a mistake on what you claim is a dragon.”
Harry frowned and looked at his picture more closely. “No, is right.”
“Non, it is not Harry. You see,” a potion stained finger slid across the page. “You’ve gone from fourteen to seventeen to twenty. This is not correct. We’ll need to practice your numbers and letters some more today.”
The three year old pouted. “No more book!”
“I didn’t say right this second; we can work on it this evening.” The twenty-four year old placed the child on his feet before rising and walking to the kitchen to prepare lunch for them both.
“Is time to eat, Sev’rus?” Harry asked, following the man without instruction. He pulled out and climbed into his raised seat at the table.
“Oui, il est temps de déjeuner.” Severus replied, informing that it was indeed time for lunch. He opened the top right hand cupboard that acted as a cooler. “What would you like today?”
“Candy please.” Harry said confidently, showing his cheeky grin.
“Wrong answer, try again.”
“Chips?”
Severus paused. “Alright, but how about we add poissons and carottes to that, hmm?”
“But I don’t like carrots!” Harry whined, scrunching up his nose.
“Well then you can’t have any sort of sweet for the rest of the day.”
Harry moaned loudly as if it were the end of the world. “Sev’ruuuus!”
Severus propped an elbow on the counter and rested his chin in his palm. “I’ll wait here all day until you make the right decision.”
Harry let his head fall to the table with a soft thud and his arms splayed pathetically. “Fine…”
“Good boy; fish, chips, and carrots it is.”
“I can have candy after?”
“Nous verrons. We’ll see.”
**
Later that night, the pair could be found in Harry’s own bathroom with the owner, slick with multicolored suds sitting happily splashing in the tub of warm water. Luckily, Severus had thought to put up a light shielding charm to keep the water inside the tub.
Soon enough Severus was helping the boy brush his teeth and toweling him dry.
“When Daddy come home?” Harry asked as he lifted his arms to allow Severus to slip on his short sleeve night shirt.
“He’ll be here before you wake tomorrow, poppet.” Eyes widening at what had just past his lips, Severus hoped the child had not heard; he had a knack for repeating uncommon words that anyone said. It’d bring up a conversation between his lover and him; one he wasn’t sure would go over well. “Ah...let’s go over your numbers, shall we? From the top, in French.”
Harry gave the man a funny look as he was tucked into his bed with specially made sheets that had wolfs, grims and stags scattered all over them. “Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix.”
“Excellent, you’ve improved. Well, time for bed…”
“But what about my story!” Harry turned on his stomach and reached a hand under his bed.
Severus growled in frustration but not loud enough to alarm the child before him. “Fine. What dreadful story will you have me read now?”
“Here,” the three year old shoved a thin red book at the man. The letters of the title were cracked gold paint and the spine was nearly non-existent. “I like when Daddy reads that to me.”
“He reads this often?”Severus let his eyes roam over the tattered book. He read, “Pirates…how mundane.”
Rubbing his eyes cutely with his fists, Harry said with a yawn, “Read!”
Severus glared at the boy and waited for his ‘please’ before he started. His voice, smooth and cultured, had Harry closing his eyes, drifting closer and closer towards a deep slumber. The story, it turned out, was about a little boy of six years learning the works of a pirate. The boy’s father was the captain of the ship and taught him everything from swabbing the deck to ordering the other pirates around. But what rubbed Severus’ nerves the wrong way as he read, was the name the captain kept calling the boy despite his given name. The pair called each other “Papa” and “Poppet”. Severus looked at the boy who he’d thought asleep but wasn’t surprised to see the monster awake and staring back at him.
“You my Papa Sev’rus.”
Surprisingly, Severus didn’t have the heart to tell the spawn of his childhood enemy that he wasn’t. But, (Severus brushed the boy’s fringe aside and was shocked to see his hand trembling) he wasn’t strong enough to admit that he desperately wanted to be.
“How Slytherin of you Potter.” Severus went over and blew out the candle by the door and waved his wand, creating a small globe of light that gave off a soft glow. “Go to sleep now.”
Author: hpgeek512
Pairing: I don’t want to reveal them but you can look if you want, just highlight. *Remus/Severus/Lucius, Harry/Cedric, Draco/undecided*
Rating: R (for right now)
Summary: Instead of not having any parents at all or just one or two parents like most people, can Harry deal with having three loving father’s care for him and the stress of being the public’s Savior?
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything except the plot people. Everything else is J.K.R.’s
Warnings: Threesome between three grown men, under-aged kissing, Corporal Punishment, a bit OOC-ness, hurt/comfort, angst, Kid!fic for first couple of chapters
Three Fathers- Part 1
A/N- I’d already planned on writing a story like this for a while now, but I had no idea what the threesome would be. Well, on Father’s Day of all days, three men (who I am not revealing, you’ve got to read to find out) popped into my head and I thought they were perfect. I don’t want to say much about except that Harry is not an orphan in this story. ;)
At first I had no one, as my biological parents had died a drastic death by the hand of Lord Voldemort. But luckily I do not remember their love for me because I’d only been one years old, fifteen months to be exact. I’m lucky because I don’t harbor a pain inside me when I think about them; Lily and James Potter.
As I’d been told many times by Daddy; the time between the death of my parents and the “death” of Voldemort was the only time I’d actually been an orphan, by his terms of course. I only legally became his son six months after.
“Well Harry, we did it; you’re now officially my cub.” Remus bounced the wild haired baby in his arms and was rewarded with high pitched giggling and the squishing of both his cheeks. Remus made goofy faces at the boy as he spelled his front door to his small flat open. Pocketing his wand, the amber eyed werewolf strode directly to his brown tattered couch. He unzipped the red and gold baby bag and took out a black mat and laid it out onto the couch, placing Harry onto it gently.
“Tummy!” Harry placed two chubby hands onto his clothed stomach as his legs were lifted and his wet nappy was slid from under him.
“Mmm-hmm, that is your tummy cub.” Remus said, briefly looking at Harry as he concentrated on cleaning the small bottom.
Harry frowned and he was again lifted up as a nice dry nappy was placed under him. “Tummy go grrr!”
Remus snorted and clasped the buttons between Harry’s legs shut. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re hungry?”
Harry clapped his hands and rolled over onto his stomach, turning and pushing himself to the floor. “I hungee Moony! I eat, I eat, I eat!”
Remus shook his head, smiling, as he was left sitting there, watching his cub, waddle barefoot towards the kitchen with determination to be fed. He quickly put the mat away and waved his wand at the soiled nappy before chasing after the almost two year old.
~**~
Life with my new Daddy (I started calling him this around my second Christmas. The look he’d gave me after I’d said it was both sad and happy and something else that I couldn’t comprehend at the time) was brilliant! We got to play every day and he sometimes took me to a Muggle park where they had so many slides and things to climb on. Though, Daddy didn’t really like me climbing on the things that were high above the ground like the monkey bars and the jungle gym. And he especially didn’t like me climbing up the closed in curvy slides which were great fun to climb since it’s so dark and you don’t know what’s going to come down next. But it was a strict ‘no-no’ for me and I was usually put in time out for doing it two times when he’d already said not to. But he didn’t understand and all the other kids did it!
Today we were in Diagon Alley for… I don’t know why, but Daddy had told me but I hadn’t listened. All that mattered was that we were there and I didn’t like it at all. People would always look at me and my head for a long time as they passed; sometimes even touching me, petting was more like it. My Daddy would always hold me close whenever they got too close to us and I would always shrink away from them when they reached out. Sometimes I would even blow raspberries at them but Daddy always scolded me when I did that; he said it “isn’t nice” but I knew that, and that’s why I did it. Anyways, that isn’t why I brought this day up; the reason was that on this day, July 18, 1982 I met my second Daddy.
Remus walked down the cobbled street, Harry settled firmly on his hip (unknown to Remus as Harry glared back at the people who couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves and giggling quietly when they tripped and fell) , muttering to himself about what all he needed to purchase that day. He entered the gloomy, stuffy Apothecary. He nodded to the clerk at the front of the store and made his way to the right; he needed ingredients for Healing Potions, Pepper-Up Potions, Skele-Gro, basically any type of simple medical potion he needed to brew because his cub was a hyper little thing at times.
“Daddy, it stinky in here.” Harry mumbled into his neck.
“I know cub. Just a few minutes before we’ll be on our way.” He said distractedly as he read the label on a jar of yellowed powder. The pair went on like this; walking and stopping and reading labels and sending the chosen jars to the front of the store; it was all very boring to Harry and he quickly let his mind drift to something much more exciting; like maybe getting one of those nice brooms in the shop window across the street.
Just as Harry’s eye lids began to grow heavy, the door to the shop opened; a single bell ringing in notice. Harry lifted his head from his Daddy’s shoulder to check out the person who’d entered; the person had long black hair that brushed his shoulders and a very big nose that stuck out amid the curtain of black. The dark figure was tall and a bit lanky but they stood with a back bone and walked with elegance. Harry sighed and turned his head back, closing his eyes; he’d hope it be someone interesting.
“Lupin.”
Harry felt Remus spin and gasp. “Seve…Snape!” Harry’s eyes shot open; he’d heard his Daddy say that name before. He shifted his little bottom but didn’t turn to look at the person that now had his Daddy’s undivided attention. Harry sighed; now it’d be even longer before they left!
The pair mingled quietly behind a shelf stocked with something with three legs and Harry, giving up on the sleep that seemed to have left him, tried to count all of the jars on the row he was eye level with but had trouble getting past the number ten.
Then, his Daddy was shifting him so he faced the dark man halfway. “Say hello to Severus, Harry.”
Now that was a more familiar name; his Daddy would often talk through the Floo while he would color pretty pictures for him. He would always say “How are you, love?” or “Oh, Severus.” or “Severus, when are you ever going to come visit?” or “Severus, they can’t be that bad. Give them a chance.” or “Bye, Severus. Talk to you soon.” Harry eagerly lifted his bright green eyes to meet the Severus man’s black ones. “Hello mister Sev’us!” he said just as his Daddy taught him and held out his tiny hand.
Severus allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he reached out and took the child’s hand in his. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter-Lupin. You are having a wonderful day with your Father, I hope?”
Harry was entranced with this man’s appearance now that he knew who he was that he didn’t register the question until 10 seconds later. He looked back into the dark depths and nodded his head to whatever the man had said.
The two men talked a bit more before going their different ways. Harry had turned his nose into the tanned neck and therefore had not seen the briefly linked fingers below him.
“Alright cub, it’s time to head off. What do you say we get some ice cream before we go home, hmm?” Remus smiled his thanks at the shopkeeper before walking out.
“Yes Daddy, I want mint choc-ate ice cream peese!” Harry said excitedly. “Oh look Daddy! I wanna a broom, can I have one?”
Remus kissed his green-eyed monster on the head. “Not right now love. Possibly for your birthday, yeah?”
“Okay…” Harry sighed, but perked up again. “Is my birdday soon?”
“Yes, Harry. Now why don’t you get down for a bit and walk; Daddy’s arm is cramping.”
~**~
So from then on, Severus made a habit of visiting us on a regular basis. At first it was weekly for about a month and half, then it progressed to three days a week and then to every weekend and a few scattered days during the week.
As any single child with a single parent would do, I put up a bit of a fuss whenever Severus stole my Daddy away for longer than I deemed necessary and I was usually put to bed earlier whenever he stayed over. But it didn’t take long for me to become accustomed to his presence in our lives. He taught me many things and would always slip in simple words in French in our conversations. Severus could actually be fun to a three year old.
On the rare occasion when Daddy was gone at the Ministry for a job interview or when it was that time of the month, Severus would watch over me. It always begins the same; Severus would knock on the door, Daddy opens the door, the two of them kiss, Remus gives him my schedule for the day, Severus sits in the chair across from my little work table, Daddy tells me not to tire Severus out and to behave, says “Bye loves. I’ll be back after lunch.” or “Bye loves. I’ll be back in a couple days.” and leaves. So now I am sitting here at my table working in my workbook while Severus reads while Daddy is out playing wolf in the woods somewhere far away.
Finishing connecting the dots on the page, I go over with my book in hand and place it on a black trouser clad thigh. “`M done.”
“You’re ‘finished’ not ‘done’.” Severus corrects, closing his potions journal with a snap and settling it on the coffee table.
Harry nods and pushes his way into the dark man’s lap. “I maked a dragon Sev’rus, see?”
Severus sighed shifting the boy more comfortably on his lap and took the offered book. “You ‘made’ not ‘maked’. And yes, I can see that you’ve made a mistake on what you claim is a dragon.”
Harry frowned and looked at his picture more closely. “No, is right.”
“Non, it is not Harry. You see,” a potion stained finger slid across the page. “You’ve gone from fourteen to seventeen to twenty. This is not correct. We’ll need to practice your numbers and letters some more today.”
The three year old pouted. “No more book!”
“I didn’t say right this second; we can work on it this evening.” The twenty-four year old placed the child on his feet before rising and walking to the kitchen to prepare lunch for them both.
“Is time to eat, Sev’rus?” Harry asked, following the man without instruction. He pulled out and climbed into his raised seat at the table.
“Oui, il est temps de déjeuner.” Severus replied, informing that it was indeed time for lunch. He opened the top right hand cupboard that acted as a cooler. “What would you like today?”
“Candy please.” Harry said confidently, showing his cheeky grin.
“Wrong answer, try again.”
“Chips?”
Severus paused. “Alright, but how about we add poissons and carottes to that, hmm?”
“But I don’t like carrots!” Harry whined, scrunching up his nose.
“Well then you can’t have any sort of sweet for the rest of the day.”
Harry moaned loudly as if it were the end of the world. “Sev’ruuuus!”
Severus propped an elbow on the counter and rested his chin in his palm. “I’ll wait here all day until you make the right decision.”
Harry let his head fall to the table with a soft thud and his arms splayed pathetically. “Fine…”
“Good boy; fish, chips, and carrots it is.”
“I can have candy after?”
“Nous verrons. We’ll see.”
**
Later that night, the pair could be found in Harry’s own bathroom with the owner, slick with multicolored suds sitting happily splashing in the tub of warm water. Luckily, Severus had thought to put up a light shielding charm to keep the water inside the tub.
Soon enough Severus was helping the boy brush his teeth and toweling him dry.
“When Daddy come home?” Harry asked as he lifted his arms to allow Severus to slip on his short sleeve night shirt.
“He’ll be here before you wake tomorrow, poppet.” Eyes widening at what had just past his lips, Severus hoped the child had not heard; he had a knack for repeating uncommon words that anyone said. It’d bring up a conversation between his lover and him; one he wasn’t sure would go over well. “Ah...let’s go over your numbers, shall we? From the top, in French.”
Harry gave the man a funny look as he was tucked into his bed with specially made sheets that had wolfs, grims and stags scattered all over them. “Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix.”
“Excellent, you’ve improved. Well, time for bed…”
“But what about my story!” Harry turned on his stomach and reached a hand under his bed.
Severus growled in frustration but not loud enough to alarm the child before him. “Fine. What dreadful story will you have me read now?”
“Here,” the three year old shoved a thin red book at the man. The letters of the title were cracked gold paint and the spine was nearly non-existent. “I like when Daddy reads that to me.”
“He reads this often?”Severus let his eyes roam over the tattered book. He read, “Pirates…how mundane.”
Rubbing his eyes cutely with his fists, Harry said with a yawn, “Read!”
Severus glared at the boy and waited for his ‘please’ before he started. His voice, smooth and cultured, had Harry closing his eyes, drifting closer and closer towards a deep slumber. The story, it turned out, was about a little boy of six years learning the works of a pirate. The boy’s father was the captain of the ship and taught him everything from swabbing the deck to ordering the other pirates around. But what rubbed Severus’ nerves the wrong way as he read, was the name the captain kept calling the boy despite his given name. The pair called each other “Papa” and “Poppet”. Severus looked at the boy who he’d thought asleep but wasn’t surprised to see the monster awake and staring back at him.
“You my Papa Sev’rus.”
Surprisingly, Severus didn’t have the heart to tell the spawn of his childhood enemy that he wasn’t. But, (Severus brushed the boy’s fringe aside and was shocked to see his hand trembling) he wasn’t strong enough to admit that he desperately wanted to be.
“How Slytherin of you Potter.” Severus went over and blew out the candle by the door and waved his wand, creating a small globe of light that gave off a soft glow. “Go to sleep now.”