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At quarter to six, after nearly three hours of organizing their quarters and putting away the last of his and Evan's belongings, Harry headed to the Great Hall for dinner. Feeling accomplished and settled in his new home, Harry was in good spirits and hoping that he would not get interrogated by the other staff members once he opened up about Evan. Harry had been slowly introducing his son to the world. Obviously the Weasleys, Andromeda Tonks and Teddy, and Albus knew of his recent birth, but Harry still feared the world hearing that Harry Potter has a child. The wizarding world would not judge Harry because he was gay or gave birth to his son, but every dark lord wannabe would forever think that he could prove his worth by attacking the man who killed Voldemort. Harry did not want his son getting hurt because some nut was on a power trip. Regardless of Harry's fears, it was time to have faith and trust that his son would be protected at Hogwarts. Harry planned to be open about his child to both the staff and the students. Evan would never be a secret to be hid away. He would be cherished.
Walking through the doors to the great hall, Harry noticed that room's occupants milling around the staff table in good spirits. As he approached, Harry heard the deep, masculine voice that had never left his mind over the last year. "I am surprised that Albus was able to get an owl to me in the Amazon, but leave it to him...". Harry was frozen, unable to step forward and join the group, but unable to run back to his quarters either. A mixture of heartache and lust ran through Harry, who had finally caught sight of the back of man that the voice belonged to. The Potion Master turned around and froze. Eyes locked, green and black, unable to look anywhere but at each other. Somehow their feet carried them to mere inches apart from the other.
"Potter...I..." the normally eloquent man stammered.
"Hey Sev, I've been hoping you would come home." Harry's listened to his voice in disbelief because it didn't seem to give away that his heart was beating wildly and his knees were knocking together. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Attempting a casual demeanor, Harry asked "What brings you back to Hogwarts?"
"Ah...um...Albus tracked me down and asked that I return to my old post. Apparently my replacement didn't terrorize the children in quite the manner I do, which led to some lab safety problems. I believe that my potions lab was blown up six times...before Christmas. Albus' constant owls with tales of the state of my lab and supplies eventually wore me down."
"He does have a way of getting what he wants."
"I take it that your presence here is at Albus' request as well? Let me guess - Defense? That isn't even a question I guess."
"Of course, Professor. I was taught by the best and since I am now the best, he required my assistance."
"It's good to hear that you still think very fondly of yourself, Potter." Severus commented with a trace of humor.
"Ahhh...listen. I need to talk to you about something, do you think you could come by my rooms after dinner. I wouldn't ask when you are just getting back, but it really can't wait."
"I believe that I can make myself available. Where are you staying?"
"2nd floor hallway across from the DADA office, My door has the quidditch painting."
"Of course it does." Severus said with a smirk. His eyes again locked with Harry's and neither man moved away from the other. Harry took in the man in front of him - long, lean and tan with his silky black locks tied at the nape of his neck. Severus Snape had never looked better in Harry's memory. Instead of his usual buttoned up conservative robes that he favored when brewing, Sev had a loose open robe over dark muggle jeans and a tight black polo shirt. There was not a single nasty nickname that the students had used in the past that could apply to the man who had returned to Hogwarts. "We should probably stop being reclusive in the corner and join the others for dinner."
Harry barely remembered anything that happened during the hour-long dinner. Sitting to his left, Minerva attempted to make conversation with Harry several times about quidditch and Gryffindor classmates of his, but was only answered monosyllabically. Equally odd, Severus, a young man who she doted on as a son, a rather annoying son who never listened to her, but a son nonetheless, seemed to be uncharacteristically off balance during the dinner hour. Minerva could smell that something was up with the two unexpected additions to the staff, and she got the faint idea that Albus was orchestrating some grand coup. That old coot.
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Pacing back and forth in his quarters, Harry tried to not panic. His heart hammered in his chest and he was going to probably have the most important conversation of his life at any moment. Hearing a knock, Harry to a deep breath, pushed the fear down, and opened the door. The second their eyes locked, Harry felt a mouth meet his hungrily. Pushed into his quarters gently by Severus' lips, Harry wrapped his arms around the man who he had ached for only hours before. Harry felt on fire from the kisses that his body had been denied for the last year, and he moaned as Severus moved his kisses down his neck.
"Ahhhh...mmmm...Sev. This feels amazing and it is all I have been thinking about for the last year, but we really need to talk."
"Fuck. I shouldn't have presumed that you were able to continue where we left off before the final battle. I'm sure you are seeing someone and I have probably just made a fool of myself..."
Harry pressed his lips to Severus' to quiet his rambling. "There has been no one but you, Sev." Harry said quietly, "It's always been you..."
Harry cut himself off at the sound of the floo come to life several feet from where the two men were standing. Hermione carrying Evan and a diaper bag walked through and surveyed the scene with a look of shock and smiled a knowing smirk at Harry.
"Professor! Wow...well I am just going to be leaving, Harry. Evan's eaten and woke up after two hours around 5. I will firecall you tomorrow...good luck." exclaimed the intelligent brunette witch as she deposited the baby in Harry's arms. Faster than Harry thought possible, Hermione had scooped up some floo powder and disappeared into the green flames.
Harry kissed the top of Evan's head and tried to work up the courage to turn around and face Severus. "I tried to find you..." Harry muttered quietly without turning around. "My owls got returned and even Dumbledore didn't know where you were exactly. I wanted to tell you."
As Harry turned around, and jostled Evan to put him on his hip, he finally saw Severus' face. Utterly shocked with a single silent tear running down his cheek. "Mine? Ours?" he asked confused, but without a hint of disapproval in his voice.
"Definitely ours. Perfectly ours." Harry couldn't stop the tears from falling. This was the moment he had waited for since the day he found out he was pregnant.
"He is gorgeous, Harry. I had no idea...I mean how did this..."
"Well, I think you know how it happened. When I woke up from the final battle, Poppy informed me about this little surprise here. She said that some powerful wizards can get pregnant the old fashioned way...apparently we fit the bill."
"Merlin, Potter. You were pregnant during the final battle. All the power - it is amazing that you survived, let alone a pregnancy."
"Poppy said that he is a fighter. Just like his fathers, I guess. He's perfect, honestly."
"How did you do this alone? If I had known...I swear..."
"Hermione. She was my rock. When I couldn't find you. I wasn't exactly in the best place and she became my brain telling me to put one foot in front of the other and to eat three meals a day to make sure he was healthy."
"I am so sorry, love. I owe her more than I can say. Not that I like admitting that I owe that insufferable know-it-all anything," Severus joked, his personality coming out as he started looking a little less shell-shocked. "Can I...will you let me...? I never thought I would be a father...I never thought that anyone would want that with me."
"Sev, Evan needs his Papa. I talk about you all of the time. Even when I was still pregnant, I told him about how much you would love him."
"Evan?" questioned the absolutely dumbfounded Potion Master.
"Yeah, after my mum. Evan Ronald Potter-Snape. I wasn't sure about adding your surname or not, but his magical birth certificate recorded it automatically. I didn't know if you would have wanted that."
"Wanted that? Harry, of course. I just don't know what to say." Severus eased himself down on the couch with a look of overwhelmed fatigue, lacking his usual grace and cool presence.
"How about you hold your son?" Harry didn't even wait for a reply as he placed a smiling, sleepy-eyed Evan into Severus' arms. A feeling of rightness came over Harry, and he stifled a sob that was threatening to escape deep down in his throat. He watched father and son together for the first time.
"Thank Merlin he got my hair, Potter." Severus blurted out with a trademark sneer, which didn't have even a trace of any sting.
Harry couldn't help but laugh deeply, "Yeah that is exactly what I said when I saw his nose."
"Brat. I can't say that I don't disagree though. He seems to have each of our best physical qualities. Apparently we are good at making babies. Who would have guessed?"
"We were definitely good at practicing to make babies, Sev, so we shouldn't be so shocked." Harry bantered back to his son's father.
"Indeed, Mr. Potter. I think you have a point there." Severus smirked back at Harry. Going quiet for a minute, looking at the four and a half month old longingly, he asked "Tell me about him."
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