Severus watched the kettle for a moment and placed his head on the cold counter trying to gain his breath back from what almost happened. He could still taste Harry on his lips and his skin warm from the moans the teen had given him; he only wished he could do more.
There would always be the struggle to have anything sensible with Harry and himself. Both broken and hurting from different pain, but together they could be fixed right? There were so many cliché romance novels and fairy tales with them living happily ever after, but could they honestly live like that?
Snape never really knew happiness until he had Lily, then he lost her. He found Harry and there was happiness again in his life. He almost made the mistake of giving Lucius Harry, but he wouldn't do that again… couldn't…. couldn't do that again.
A loud crash knocked Severus from his thoughts and he raced to the bedroom where the noise shrilled into a scream of pain; bolting through his bedroom door his heart pounding into his ribcage in an alarming rate.
"HARRY!" His eyes widen and fear flooded him when he spotted the wrecked mirror glass.
"I'm sorry." Snape looked behind the door.
Harry was kneeling in array of shattered bits of the full body mirror, quietly sniveling and holding back anymore emotion then he needed to release. The teen was cradling his bloodied hand and apologizing over and over again.
Snape shook his head and muttered a fixing charm onto the glass, scooping the teen into a bridal style hold and bring him out into the living room where he placed the boy on the couch and muttered to the air about how he shouldn't leave someone alone in a state like this.
Calling for a house elf he seethed for it to fetch Sirius Black and bring him immediately. He sat down on the coffee table and mutters a spell to pull slivers of mirror out of the boys hand and began shaking his head. He scowled at himself and placed his free hand under Harry's chin and pulled it up to meet his onyx eyes.
"What…Why?" Severus wasn't sure if he was angry or scared.
"I went to punch the mirror when it suddenly… it… it exploded! Like magic and I… I wrecked your mirror." Harry looked to the floor.
The fireplace roared and Sirius stormed through, ashes spewing all over the room and the man coughing, but trying his hardest to speak. He stood just in Snape's Peripheral vision, in a bright red house coat, tattoos on his chest peeking through.
"What happened?" Was all the Gryffindor could speak, lips so tightly pressed it amazed Snape he could speak.
"It seemed Harry Magic may be controlled through his emotions- Sirius, that's not safe for someone in his conditions." Severus seemed to understand the dangers of this situation.
"It was just a little explosion with a mirror… I went to punch it… my hand got the brunt of it… When did you get tattoos?"
"Well I got them- Don't change the topic! Severus, how much magic training has he had? The students will-"
"Dumbledore canceled school due to Death Eater activity. Now, might I add the only Death Eater activity would be Lucius and Narcrissa Malfoy trying to kidnap Harry. We have time."
Harry watched the two men talk for a while and remembered his knuckles, his eyes scanned over them and he muttered something. There was a flash of white and his felt his body warm up, he saw white little orbs appear where the slivers of glass were and he felt himself pulling at it with his mind; his body sitting perfectly motionless. He let out a high pitched snarl when the shards were pulled from his hand and now were dangling in the air.
Green eyes widen in amazement and he let out a little yelp; catching the attention of both the men. Harry felt proud of himself and looked to his lover and God-father with a brilliant smile.
"How did-?" Snape quickly grabbed the nearest bowl figure and got Harry to put the glass in it, but the shards stayed floating.
"Okay, think of how you got them out and use that way to put them in the bowl." Sirius spoke calmly.
Harry concentrated on the bowl, the glass shards slowly drifted over and into the bowl. Harry let out a huff of air and relaxed every muscle in his body and closed his eyes. His body still felt warm and he tried to speak, but a cold cloth of his forehead opened his eyes and he was met with two new faces.
"Is everything okay?" Snape chuckled and nodded his head.
"Just go back to sleep Harry." Snape's voice was softer than ever. Harry nodded slight and closed his eyes, but spoke carefully.
"Can I get a goodnight kiss?"
Severus looked to Sirius who gave a glare that could cut threw a diamond, but looked to Dumbledore who smiled and nodded his head. Severus placed a chaste kiss on the boy's lips and tucked a strand of the boy's hair behind his ear.
There was a moment of silence as the taller wizard parted from the younger wizard and whispered goodnight to the sleeping form. Snape rose and looked a bit uncomfortable, but still managed to look to the headmaster.
"Don't be embarrassed. Now, I wish to here exactly what happened from the beginning of this evening to now."
"The beginning of the evening…." He could feel the bruise on his nose from Sirius's fist throb.
He was in no mood to be punched again, but Dumbledore would know if he was lying and he never liked lying to Minivera. He would have to endure the pain and the Dog-father's fist. He slowly began explaining how he was drinking he made Harry cry; that got him kicked in the shin by Sirius. He then began explaining what they were doing and when Dumbledore raised his hand to Sirius, Snape felt safe just like a kid from a school bully.
"Every couple is entitled to their ways to show their love. If I remember right, I believe I caught you and your sixth year lover in the act of something very inappropriate… now what was his name… Regus Lupain? No... That's not right. Ah, Remus Lupin, you were-"
"OKAY! Anyways."
Severus saw the laugh Minivera was trying to hide and the flush that crossed the ex-bully's face, he should be thankful for the older wizard for sticking up for him like that and yet… He cleared his throat and explained the rest of the events, but when he talked about Harry being able to use wandless magic Dumbledore seemed to lose the usual twinkle in his eyes. Severus looked to Sirius who shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the black leather couch at the end of Harry's feet.
"Wandless magic is hard for someone to use, yet when Harry has a emotional outburst or focuses on something long enough he can perfect things that people with a Auror still would struggle to accomplish half of that. Severus, if it were coming from someone else I wouldn't believe, but I believe you. We won't teach Harry magic that can be done with a wand; we'll advance and train the child without a wand. Now, Sirius and Severus, Harry will also be learning about Potions, Transfigurations, and so on, but for things that require a wand Harry will not use it. I fear if Harry has a wand he'll be using half the power he has and only one lesson each day. Each lesson will last no more than an hour unless it a lesson that needs very little power. Are we in understanding?"
Severus and Sirius looked to one another and nodded. Just as fast as the two elders came they left and both wizards were left to their thoughts.
"So, he… It's really happening isn't it?" Sirius spoke quietly.
"It already begun… he's ready… we're ready… but is Harry ready?"