Teddy Bear
"Where is it!" Harry banged around his room, throwing clothes, books, and full potion bottles. "It has to be here! I put it on my shelf last night! Severus!"
"I'm right here; you don't have to yell." I pushed the door open and went into the boy's room. "What are you yelling about?"
"Bébé. I put him on top of my bookshelf, but when I woke up he was gone. I've been looking for him for an hour; that's why my room looks like a tornado hit it."
"Oh, so that's what all that banging was. But, erm, who's Bébé?"
"My teddy bear. He's black with green pads on his paws and green nose. Don't just stand there! Help me look for him!"
"Okay, okay. Calm down. We'll find him. You say the last place you had him was in here, and you put him on the shelf, right?" Harry nodded. I calmly walked to the bookcase. Harry looked up from digging through his closet. "This shelf?" He nodded again. I moved a potion bottle aside. "Then he should still be here. Oh, would you look at this? He's right here." I took the bear off the shelf. Harry shot like a bullet to my side and snatched the bear away.
We went downstairs to the kitchen. I made tea while he sat at the table cooing to his bear. I sat down with two mugs of the tea.
"So," I started cautiously. "What's…why do you carry that bear around? Why so protective of him?"
Harry looked up at me sadly and right away I was sorry I asked. It must have showed because he said "It's okay, Severus. It's just that it still hurts to think about it. Where to start?" He sighed. I waited patiently. "I first realized that I like someone who was supposed to be my worst enemy on the train ride home after my fifth year. I trusted Hermione with this secret love. She was a great friend." He said slowly. I could tell where this was going, but I let him continue anyway. "Hermione sent me this bear for my birthday that year. We met at school, and I thanked her by getting her a bear just like it, only with red paws and nose. She loved it. She only got to enjoy it for a week, because the war came." Harry's eyes watered and his bottom lip trembled. I reached a hand across the table and held his. It was a silent sign that it was all right to cry, and that I was there for him. "You know the rest, with the awards and all."
"Yes." I took a deep breath. "Come with me." I took Harry into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and sat Harry across my lap where he cried himself to sleep.
A/N: This story is finished. There was more to it, but it was too confusing to keep up with. If anyone is interested in knowing the rest, tell me in a review. Keep in mind: If I out up the rest, which will only be one chapter, I will have to change the rating to M for atempted suicide. It gets very bloody. Also, it will take a while to make it not so messy. I am sorry this is so short, too. It was my second ever, and first I've written for this couple. Please be kind. Flames will be used to keep me warm this year in my desert heat (Yes, I live in the desert).