A/N: The fanfic is almost ending! I hope you guys enjoy this one. For context, this scene is happening many years after the last chapter. And Pouika, at least where I live is traditional for a man of the family to bring the "bride" to the "husband" in the altar, so that's why they chose Ted and not Lily.

Harry groaned out loud when a teasing hand woke him up.

"What's the occasion?" He murmured, voice muffled by the pillows. "You don't usually wake up excited like that."

"Today is the Pride Parade," Severus answered. "I thought about celebrating our pride first, in our own way."

A hand paused over his crotch as if asking permission.

"Yes, I think I'd like that."

Severus kissed him like a starving man, groping him hard. Harry gasped with the sensation, dick filling out immediately. He liked some rough treatment, and his husband was more than happy to fulfil his fantasies.

"Kneel," he ordered, and Harry jumped out of the bed to comply. Severus sat with his legs spread open, already naked and half hard from the kissing. Harry's mouth watered at the sight of his husband and moved closer to taste that delicious dick. He rested his hands on Severus' lap and engulfed his cock in one movement. Feeling the tip hitting the back of his throat, he swallowed. His husband let out a filthy moan.

"You look so hot down on your knees," Severus said, looking at him with pupils blown with lust. Harry's dick twitched with that hoarse voice, and he started bobbing his head up and down on the dick, letting his tongue massage the entire length. When he descended, he let the dick choke him. When ascending, he applied pressure to the tip. It took almost no time at all until Severus pulled his hair to dislodge him from his cock.

"You're damn good at this, you know that? But I want to fill your pretty arse with my cum."

Harry moaned again with the dirty talk. That man knew how to push his buttons. He got down on his fours, letting his arms extend until his head rested against the mattress, exhibiting his arse to his husband. He grabbed his wand on the bedside table and quickly cast the cleansing charm, but not the stretching one. He didn't know what Sev was going to do, but he was hoping…

"Oh," he moaned, feeling that tongue sliding around his crack. That was exactly what he wanted. His face didn't heat up anymore with the forbidden act, but it was still one of his favourite things. Every lick made him shudder harder, and when Sev slid his tongue inside, his dick was already completely hard, painful even.

"I'm ready," he said between breaths, wanting a different muscle inside him. His husband accioed some lube and spread it generously on his arsehole. Harry chuckled. "There's no need to be so careful, I like some pain."

"I know you do, but I hate to see you bleed."

The first inches were always the most painful, but Harry relaxed and pressed against Severus, enveloping him with his warmth. The slight burn was present and Harry held back a moan.

Severus slapped his arse and it tingled deliciously, making Harry shudder again. He was going to feel that later.

"Don't hold back," he admonished. "I want to hear your moans."

Harry nodded, feeling his husband sliding out and slamming back again. He let his moans and groans fill the air, not ashamed.

"Harder," he asked, grasping the fabric of the sheets to prepare for the impact.

Something else was accioed; Harry heard the scraping of leather, but Severus didn't stop fucking him. A stripe of leather was passed around his torso and was spelled in place. Harry felt a sudden thrill; it was a bondage belt. Sev liked to use it to get some leverage when he wanted to be especially rough.

The anticipation was so strong that Harry moaned even before the first thrust. Severus pounded into him hard enough to wreck the bed frame, the power behind every thrust so intense that Harry could only make short, breathless moans.

He changed the angle slightly and Harry screamed with pleasure when hardness pressed against his prostate. He was trying to hold back and extend the pleasure, but Severus hit him again and again in that delicious spot and he came with a loud groan, cum exploding from the tip of his dick. He would have fallen on the bed if Severus wasn't holding him up by the bondage belt.

His husband's thrusts were erratic now, his breath was nothing but panting, but soon he was releasing his pleasure inside Harry, removing his cock so he could see the last spurts coating Harry's arse. They both fell on the mattress, breath short, basking in the afterglow.

"I'm going to feel this the whole day," Harry said with a chuckle.

"You're welcome."

They had breakfast together. Harry made coffee, tea and enough food to feed an army. There were toasts with butter, deviled eggs, his best recipe of crumpets and also some porridge with fruits and honey because the day was cold and he needed something warm.

Severus always complained about the amount of food, but he ate a little bit of everything to not muck Harry's efforts. Harry always felt a warm feeling when his husband ate his food, happy that he was able to provide good nourishment to the man he loved.

Also, he was not wasting food. What was not consumed was arranged in lunchboxes and served to the less unfortunate people in their neighbourhood.

After breakfast, they dressed up for the Pride Parade. Harry wore the most colourful outfit he could put his hands on, and he resorted to some magic to make it sparkle. Severus had to be bribed to wear a rainbow wristband.

The Pride Parade was one of the most exciting events Harry had ever been to. He didn't know the music, but all the lyrics were about love, pride and happiness, and he felt that good energy boiling inside of him.

He knew his husband was a little uncomfortable with all the people, but he had applied a repelling charm to his clothes so no one would be bumping into him and convinced Harry he would be fine. When Harry looked at him, a boyish grin spreading on his face by the excitement of the day, Severus smiled back, his expression softening with adoration.

He was already getting a little tired when Severus called his attention.

"I think you might want to see this," he said, and Harry looked around. There was nothing to see, just a ridiculous amount of people around them.

"What?"

"There is a man right over there wearing a shirt written 'Free Dad Hugs'," Severus said softly.

Harry felt his throat constricting. He had never reconciled with his father. He didn't want to be the first to reach out only to be rebutted again.

"I saw a lot of people going to him to receive the hugs, and I thought you might want to try."

"Do you think I should go?" Harry asked, uncertain.

"I think it might help you. But it's your decision."

"I don't know if I want to hug a stranger and pretend he is my father," he said.

Severus just nodded, and Harry had a moment of uncertainty.

"Where is he?"

"I'll lead you there, I'm seeing him," Severus said, guiding Harry through the crowd. Just a few meters forward, Harry could see the man. He was hugging a teenager, and the girl was clinging desperately to him, sobbing her eyes out. Harry felt he might cry only by that sight.

The girl should be desperate to be accepted by her father, so desperate that she was hugging a stranger, wishing he had the face of her father. Harry clung to Severus' arm, feeling his chest tight. How he wished that his own father was here to hug him…

The girl let go of the man, and he turned in their direction. Brown eyes framed by glasses met him, and Harry stopped dead.

It was James Potter there, wearing a T-shirt written "Free Dad Hugs" in a Pride Parade to offer comfort to the community.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't. James was looking expectantly at Harry and raised his arms to welcome him.

He flung himself into his dad's arms and sobbed uncontrollably when he hugged him back. Harry had missed the comfort of his father for so many years. He thought he could actually burst with emotion, and he clung to the fabric of his father's T-shirt, not wanting to let him go.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," James said, voice heavy as if he was holding back tears. "I'm sorry it took me so long to do this. I never wanted to lose you."

Harry cried harder. He wanted to say it was okay, but it wasn't. He wanted to say he forgave him, but he wasn't sure he did. He just stood there and cried until there were no tears left, basking on the love he was denied for so long.

When he finally regained enough control, he stepped back to look at James and saw the track of the tears on his cheeks. That started another row of crying, and James repeated the words "I'm sorry" over and over again between his own tears.

Severus conjured some handkerchiefs for them when they calmed enough to stop crying. James's shirt had a wet mark on it, but he didn't seem bothered.

"It took you long enough to find us," Severus said.

"Sorry, kids wouldn't stop asking me for hugs."

Harry looked back and forth at them.

"Did you arrange this behind my back?"

James looked at his son sheepishly. "I contacted Snape a few weeks ago with this idea and asked for his help. He was kind enough to do it."

Harry goggled at his father. " You asked for Severus' help? That must have been a cold day in hell."

Severus' lips twitched in amusement. "I cannot say I wasn't happy with having something over your head, Potter."

"Please. It should be 'Severus' and 'James', not this surname nonsense. We're family, right?" Harry asked, looking at his father for confirmation.

James nodded, feeling his eyes threatening to tear up again. "We are."