Title: "Remember (Part Three)"
Authoress: Mistress Vamp
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Summary: Always remember.
Rating: R (M)
Warnings: Mention of Mpreg, Character Death, Attempted Suicide, OOCness
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. I wish I were, though. I am merely using the characters for my own twisted and perverted pleasures. Inspired by Josh Groban's "Remember Me" from the Troy soundtrack. Mary Elizabeth Frye wrote and owns the poem used at the top. No copyright infringement intended. I needed it for my story.
Authoress Notes: This is for Katie (quixotichope) who requested Harry/Severus; hurt/comfort/first time; Harry is insecure and he needs someone (Severus) to show him that he's worth something. Rating anywhere from pg-13 to nc-17. Thank you for answering my 'FmNbLe' song lyric challenge, love. I hope you like this.
Beta: Shannon (shannon730 on LJ)
Word Count: 935 ((Does not include -0-0- symbols or 'The End'))
Written on: August 9, 2005
Special Note: POV's change between each -0-0-0-0- breaker.
Special Thank You Note: A very special thank you to my beta, Shannon, who read through this little three-part fic in its entirety and help me piece it together to make sense. I hope you all enjoy this version better than the last!
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
by: Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Harry smiled as he stood from his chair and walked to his mate. Embracing the older man gently, Harry shivered when their lips brushed against each other. Here, in his lover's arms, was when he felt the safest and the most comfortable. Oh how he longed to stay here for eternity.
Severus smiled just a little as he wrapped his arms around Harry, kissing his temple gently. He lowered one of his arms and led him to the chair, taking the seat and bringing his mate against him. As Harry cuddled against him, the two sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the embers burn in their fireplace.
After a few minutes, Severus spoke gently. "What's on your mind tonight, love?"
Harry smiled to himself as he cuddled closer to his beloved. "Just thinking."
"About?"
"Things."
Severus nodded his head just a little. "About the past?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
Harry sighed just a little, his eyes staying on the fire that blazed and filled the room with warmth. "About how they all died."
"Harry, it wasn't your fault."
"I know, but...Sev, I still can't believe it wasn't my fault. I mean, if the Weasleys never took me in, they would still be alive..."
Severus sighed. "Harry, they loved you," he said with a gentle, but stern voice as he looked at his mate. "Molly and Arthur loved you like a son. When they died, it wasn't your fault. That was the fault of the Dark Lord."
"Ron was angry with me after their death, so how..."
"Young Mister Weasley was mourning for his parents and his siblings, Harry. He was angry at the result. Not at you."
Harry sighed again, his eyes shutting tight. "After the Weasleys, I thought Ron, Hermione, and I would be okay, but, I was wrong."
"I know this, love."
Harry opened his eyes and looked back at the fire. "I miss them, Sev. All of them, so much. I was thinking about Hermione earlier."
"Why?"
With a sad smile, Harry looked at him. "Tonight's the anniversary of her death."
Severus looked at the embers then back at him. "Has it truly been that long?"
Harry looked at him and nodded a little. "The Weasleys were killed during our last year at Hogwarts, then Ron was killed in the final battle, then...she died in the hospital a little while later."
Severus nodded slowly as he looked at Harry, raising his hand and brushing the fringe out of his eyes gently. "You still blame yourself for her, as well."
Harry snorted and looked back at the fire. "I hate to break it to you, Severus, but for her, I really am responsible."
"You did what you had to, Harry. Never think otherwise."
"Yeah. I pulled the plug."
"Harry, she had no other chance. She knew what was happening. She wanted to be with her husband and their child."
"Just think of it, Severus," Harry whispered as he looked at him. "If that curse hadn't hit her, she would still be here. I know she would be."
"Maybe, maybe not. A broken heart has a funny way to act, Harry."
Harry looked at him for a moment then looked back at the fire, nodding just a little. "I can't believe it's been a year since...you know...that night in the hospital. I gave her a promise and I waited three months," he whispered. "But," he looked at his mate gently. "You saved me."
"I knew you had a promise to keep, Mister Potter," Severus replied in a gentle voice as he looked at him. "You had finally defeated the Dark Lord, Harry, and she wanted you to live. Not die. You had fulfilled your duty on the sacrifice of others, yet you still had not tried to live. You mourned, which is understandable, but Mrs. Weasley was right, Harry. You will join them once your purpose on this life is finished, but for now, you need to live."
Harry smiled gently at him and sighed as he rested his head on his shoulder. Harry, watched the embers crackle and burn, cuddled as close as he could against his mate. So much had happened since his seventh year at Hogwarts. The Weasleys were killed, he tried to commit suicide because he had just lost the only family that he had ever truly known, Ron was killed in the final battle at the hands of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord fell by his wand's brother.
But on top of all the bad that he had faced, he had faced good things as well. He had found his soulmate, they were together, happy, and now, they were having babies. Blushing just a little, Harry thought back to the babies part. He still had to tell Severus, so doing what he thought would be best to calm his nerves; he decided to be straightforward.
"Severus."
"Yes, Harry?"
"I have something important to tell you."
"What is it, love?"
Harry looked at him and gave him an innocent smile, no trace of the emotional damage that he was feeling due to the specific night. "Can I call you Papa?"
Severus blinked then raised an elegant eyebrow. "Why?"
"Oh I don't know," Harry said innocently as he looked at his flat stomach then back at Severus. "I just figure since they'll be calling you Papa, we best be getting used to saying the word."
After making several faces that would even make a goldfish proud, Harry was soon on the receiving end of several kisses and laughter that he decided needed to fill the room more often.
The End.