Turning The Tables
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Summary: Severus and Harry are friends; Harry has finished school, defeated Voldermort and is working at the school as DADA professor. Assisting Severus one evening, Severus gets himself in trouble with the boy who lived.
Wow. You liked chapter six huh? All the reviews! Wow, thank you to every one who reviewed – only one of you thought I should continue this as a separate story, so sorry but I went with the majority on this one.
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"Severus?" Harry called out, getting only a groan in response, he moved toward the bathroom to find his partner slumped next to the toilet. "I really think we should take you to Madame Pomfrey, this is the fifth time this week!" Harry exclaimed, with a worried expression as he knelt next to the potions master and gently moved his lovers' hair away form his face in a tender movement. Severus groaned and was about to brush the idea off when he caught site of Harry's face, it was full of fear and concern, and it was all for him.
"Harry, it's just stomach flu or something, I'll be fine!" he stated, noting that the concerned look intensified rather than dissipated. "Look love, all this week I was sick in the morning and then I was fine later in the day, it's just the mornings, it'll pass I'm sure of it." He added. As he thought about it, there was something amiss with what he had just said, and a frown marred his brow as he wondered in his ill state what it might be. Important words in that sentence he thought Well there's all week, sick, it'll pass, mornings. Time frame is unhelpful, so I'll ignore the all week bit and I bloody hope this passes so I'll ignore it'll pass that leaves me with mornings and sickness. he concluded So, mornings and sickness, mornings and sickness he thought over and over. Oh dear Merlin. Morning sickness Severus' face quickly lost the little colour it held.
Harry had been watching his lovers' train of thought flashing past his eyes, and knew better than to try and interrupt. He remained next to him, silently stroking his back until Severus' mind had finished its wander. He noticed his face pale suddenly and asked quickly
"Severus? Do you feel ill again?" his concern was evident to Severus, however he wasn't so sure that Harry would be quite so concerned when he knew the reason for his vomiting. Harry was a young wizard, and had been bound to something or other his entire life, he was finally free to do as he wished, would he want a child? A child would bind them for life, could he ask that of Harry? He needed to think, he needed to find out if he was going to raise this child on his own. He turned to face his green eyed lover, and gathered himself enough to speak.
"I think I would like to back to bed" he whispered quietly, his eyes were soft and almost sorrowful, there wasn't even a trace of the mask he'd worn for so many years. He sounded and looked as weak as he felt, something he'd wouldn't have allowed anyone but Harry to see. This made Harry worry even more, and without a word, he gently stroked the elder mans cheek, offered him a small smile of reassurance, then effortlessly scooped him up in his arms and carried him back to bed. He placed him gently on the bed they shared, and drew the sheets up over him, pausing to tuck his hair behind his ear and caress his cheek once more.
"What's wrong love?" he asked gently. Severus looked up into those beautiful green eyes, and suddenly felt an immense sorrow that he might not get to stare into them for much longer, and he could not help the sudden steady flow of tears that ran down his cheeks. Harry gasped. Not in all the years he'd known Severus had he seen the man cry, not even under the all the curses he'd had thrown at him in his time. The 'over grown bat' was no where within this man, this broken man before him, and Harry had never seen him looking so small. The sight made his own eyes well up, and he moved quickly upon the bed and half sat leaning up against the head board, pulled the weeping man into his arms and held him. Severus easily allowed it, and clung to Harry's embrace, as the young professor hushed him quietly and told him how much he loved him. Severus soon fell into an uneasy sleep, and Harry dared not move from his side, he stayed and stroked his hair as he slept. He summoned a house elf, and ordered some broth for Severus should he choose to have it when he woke, and set a charm on it to keep it hot. Some few hours later, Severus awoke to the feeling of his lover still stroking his hair, and smiled weakly. Harry loved him, that was sure enough, but would he want a child? Severus felt the need to find out, and rather quickly. He moved slightly to let Harry know that he was awake, and was greeting with a tentative smile, which he returned. He sat up slightly, thankful that his nausea had passed, but did not remove himself from Harry's arms. He gratefully accepted the cup of warm broth that was offered, and thanked Harry for his foresight. He was quietly pondering how broach the subject of children with subtlety, when he heard a tapping at the window.
Harry watched Severus with curiosity, he was better than before but not his usual self, nervous maybe. He looked up when he heard the tapping at their window, with a wave of his hand the window was opened and the owl flew across to perch on Harry's knee. Harry removed the letter and summoned some owl treats, he fed a few to the owl quickly and then it flew off. Harry looked down at the envelope, and smiled, he noticed Severus looking mildly interested,
"It's from 'Mione" he offered and opened the letter, "they have some news they want to tell us in person" he continued, "quite important? Want me to go see them alone? And let you rest? Or shall we have them up here?" he asked quietly, not sure if Severus was up to having company.
"If it's important, then we'd better have them up here, I'm feeling much better for that broth anyway" Severus responded, curious to know what the Weasley couple could have to say that was important. With their friendship with Harry he knew they would not over exaggerate the word important. Harry nodded and went to fire call his friends, whilst Severus went to clean his teeth to remove the horrid taste that vomiting always leaves in your mouth. By the time he had emerged from the bathroom, donned a dressing gown and sat on the sofa in their living quarters, the couple were knocking on the door. Harry quickly strode across the room to open the door, and greeted his old friends warmly and beckoned them in. He and Ron engaged in bear hug, the most manly option, whereas Hermione received a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek. Once they were all seated, the two couple on sofas facing each other, Harry let his curiosity get the better of him.
"Well? What have you got to tell us that was so important" he asked in a good-natured manner, eyeing the couple as they fidgeted on the sofa. They seemed perfectly happy, so Harry was un-concerned; merely anxious to know what ever it was they had to say. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance and a smile before Hermione spoke;
"Well I'm sorry to say it Severus, but there will be another Weasley for you to teach in another eleven years" she said with smile, a smile that turned into an outright laugh at the looks of realisation that settled upon her friends faces.
Harry's mind took only a second to process what Hermione meant, his eyes went wide and a grin spread across his face, he jumped out of his seat and pulled Ron into an enthusiastic hug, he turned to Hermione and checked himself, carefully embracing her, as if she might break. Severus watched the scene with a gentle smile, no trace of a smirk was offered he happily congratulated the couple in his quiet manner and they accepted it with equal happiness. It was his way, and they knew it.
"This calls for celebration!" Harry exclaimed "Champagne!" he decided – and he headed for the kitchen, stopping only to squeeze Severus' shoulder as he passed. Hermione silently followed. Ron's eyes followed his wife until she reached the kitchen.
Ron leant forward in his seat, and whispered "So when's your baby due?" watching all colour drain from Severus' face.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Severus and Harry are friends; Harry has finished school, defeated Voldermort and is working at the school as DADA professor. Assisting Severus one evening, Severus gets himself in trouble with the boy who lived.
Wow. You liked chapter six huh? All the reviews! Wow, thank you to every one who reviewed – only one of you thought I should continue this as a separate story, so sorry but I went with the majority on this one.
Feedback: Pretty please with a cherry on top?
"Severus?" Harry called out, getting only a groan in response, he moved toward the bathroom to find his partner slumped next to the toilet. "I really think we should take you to Madame Pomfrey, this is the fifth time this week!" Harry exclaimed, with a worried expression as he knelt next to the potions master and gently moved his lovers' hair away form his face in a tender movement. Severus groaned and was about to brush the idea off when he caught site of Harry's face, it was full of fear and concern, and it was all for him.
"Harry, it's just stomach flu or something, I'll be fine!" he stated, noting that the concerned look intensified rather than dissipated. "Look love, all this week I was sick in the morning and then I was fine later in the day, it's just the mornings, it'll pass I'm sure of it." He added. As he thought about it, there was something amiss with what he had just said, and a frown marred his brow as he wondered in his ill state what it might be. Important words in that sentence he thought Well there's all week, sick, it'll pass, mornings. Time frame is unhelpful, so I'll ignore the all week bit and I bloody hope this passes so I'll ignore it'll pass that leaves me with mornings and sickness. he concluded So, mornings and sickness, mornings and sickness he thought over and over. Oh dear Merlin. Morning sickness Severus' face quickly lost the little colour it held.
Harry had been watching his lovers' train of thought flashing past his eyes, and knew better than to try and interrupt. He remained next to him, silently stroking his back until Severus' mind had finished its wander. He noticed his face pale suddenly and asked quickly
"Severus? Do you feel ill again?" his concern was evident to Severus, however he wasn't so sure that Harry would be quite so concerned when he knew the reason for his vomiting. Harry was a young wizard, and had been bound to something or other his entire life, he was finally free to do as he wished, would he want a child? A child would bind them for life, could he ask that of Harry? He needed to think, he needed to find out if he was going to raise this child on his own. He turned to face his green eyed lover, and gathered himself enough to speak.
"I think I would like to back to bed" he whispered quietly, his eyes were soft and almost sorrowful, there wasn't even a trace of the mask he'd worn for so many years. He sounded and looked as weak as he felt, something he'd wouldn't have allowed anyone but Harry to see. This made Harry worry even more, and without a word, he gently stroked the elder mans cheek, offered him a small smile of reassurance, then effortlessly scooped him up in his arms and carried him back to bed. He placed him gently on the bed they shared, and drew the sheets up over him, pausing to tuck his hair behind his ear and caress his cheek once more.
"What's wrong love?" he asked gently. Severus looked up into those beautiful green eyes, and suddenly felt an immense sorrow that he might not get to stare into them for much longer, and he could not help the sudden steady flow of tears that ran down his cheeks. Harry gasped. Not in all the years he'd known Severus had he seen the man cry, not even under the all the curses he'd had thrown at him in his time. The 'over grown bat' was no where within this man, this broken man before him, and Harry had never seen him looking so small. The sight made his own eyes well up, and he moved quickly upon the bed and half sat leaning up against the head board, pulled the weeping man into his arms and held him. Severus easily allowed it, and clung to Harry's embrace, as the young professor hushed him quietly and told him how much he loved him. Severus soon fell into an uneasy sleep, and Harry dared not move from his side, he stayed and stroked his hair as he slept. He summoned a house elf, and ordered some broth for Severus should he choose to have it when he woke, and set a charm on it to keep it hot. Some few hours later, Severus awoke to the feeling of his lover still stroking his hair, and smiled weakly. Harry loved him, that was sure enough, but would he want a child? Severus felt the need to find out, and rather quickly. He moved slightly to let Harry know that he was awake, and was greeting with a tentative smile, which he returned. He sat up slightly, thankful that his nausea had passed, but did not remove himself from Harry's arms. He gratefully accepted the cup of warm broth that was offered, and thanked Harry for his foresight. He was quietly pondering how broach the subject of children with subtlety, when he heard a tapping at the window.
Harry watched Severus with curiosity, he was better than before but not his usual self, nervous maybe. He looked up when he heard the tapping at their window, with a wave of his hand the window was opened and the owl flew across to perch on Harry's knee. Harry removed the letter and summoned some owl treats, he fed a few to the owl quickly and then it flew off. Harry looked down at the envelope, and smiled, he noticed Severus looking mildly interested,
"It's from 'Mione" he offered and opened the letter, "they have some news they want to tell us in person" he continued, "quite important? Want me to go see them alone? And let you rest? Or shall we have them up here?" he asked quietly, not sure if Severus was up to having company.
"If it's important, then we'd better have them up here, I'm feeling much better for that broth anyway" Severus responded, curious to know what the Weasley couple could have to say that was important. With their friendship with Harry he knew they would not over exaggerate the word important. Harry nodded and went to fire call his friends, whilst Severus went to clean his teeth to remove the horrid taste that vomiting always leaves in your mouth. By the time he had emerged from the bathroom, donned a dressing gown and sat on the sofa in their living quarters, the couple were knocking on the door. Harry quickly strode across the room to open the door, and greeted his old friends warmly and beckoned them in. He and Ron engaged in bear hug, the most manly option, whereas Hermione received a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek. Once they were all seated, the two couple on sofas facing each other, Harry let his curiosity get the better of him.
"Well? What have you got to tell us that was so important" he asked in a good-natured manner, eyeing the couple as they fidgeted on the sofa. They seemed perfectly happy, so Harry was un-concerned; merely anxious to know what ever it was they had to say. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance and a smile before Hermione spoke;
"Well I'm sorry to say it Severus, but there will be another Weasley for you to teach in another eleven years" she said with smile, a smile that turned into an outright laugh at the looks of realisation that settled upon her friends faces.
Harry's mind took only a second to process what Hermione meant, his eyes went wide and a grin spread across his face, he jumped out of his seat and pulled Ron into an enthusiastic hug, he turned to Hermione and checked himself, carefully embracing her, as if she might break. Severus watched the scene with a gentle smile, no trace of a smirk was offered he happily congratulated the couple in his quiet manner and they accepted it with equal happiness. It was his way, and they knew it.
"This calls for celebration!" Harry exclaimed "Champagne!" he decided – and he headed for the kitchen, stopping only to squeeze Severus' shoulder as he passed. Hermione silently followed. Ron's eyes followed his wife until she reached the kitchen.
Ron leant forward in his seat, and whispered "So when's your baby due?" watching all colour drain from Severus' face.
