Hello J I haven't posted anything on here in a very long time just had this short story floating around in my head for a while so I thought I might as well write it down. Its sent in the I'm not mad series which I'm planning on writing a series of one shot's for.
Marking and memories
Harry potter sighed in exhaustion, second year students were lethal with there wand's, all flicking when they should be swishing. How he still had all the hair on his head and unsinged eye brows was both pure skill and as Severus would put it "pure golden boy Gryffindor luck" all said with his famous sneer and glare. Lessons were thankfully finally over for the day, not that he didn't like risking life limb and not to mention hair styles teaching defence against the dark arts to Hogwarts many students, but it was always nice to go home to the now comforting presence of the man he had fallen in love with, or it would be if so said man wasn't in Africa collecting really rare ingredients, smiling fondly to himself Harry made his way down to Hogwarts dungeon.
Harry and Serverus had after 2 year of dating, much arguing, compromise and word's neither one them would ever use in font of Ron and Hermione Weasley two-year old twins, settled into a some what strange but comfortable life.
Opening the door to their rooms Harry kicked off his work shoes and made his way over to the couch by the fire, the lounge chair opposite was currently occupied by Mia a very cuddly older tabby cat that had been with Severus since she was a kitten, how she lasted this long without falling in a cauldron or getting obliterated was a wonder as she was very nosey. Harry turned lighting the fire with a quiet spell and a flick of his phoenix feather infused wand, warmth was always welcome in the dungeon as Harry had wanted them to move in to his warm cosy tower with a wonderful view, but Severus hadn't wanted to leave his dungeon as it was near to his Slytherin's which he was still head of house for and his potion class, Harry was sure he also enjoyed swishing round the dungeon's like a giant bat as well.
Sighing softly Harry looked over at his desk, which was full of nick knacks, photos, and unfortunately a pile of fourth year Ravenclaw assignment's to be marked, his broom sat temptingly by his desk a late night flying session would be fantastic, but he was a twenty-four year old teacher now and had to set an example to the students, no things like that were for school holidays when no one was there to spot him and tell headmistress McGonagall. Taking quill in hand Harry started to mark the papers, his mind often wondered while he did such tasks, memories of Voldermort of his godfather and what should and could have been, pushing dark thoughts aside Harry quickly and efficiently marked all the Ravenclaws papers, rubbing his eyes tiredly Harry got up and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.
A while later a clean and sleepy Harry made his way to the large bedroom, the four-poster bed beckoned him to it with its squishy pillows and warm sheets, crawling in with a happy sigh Harry let the clean warm sheets encase him and the familiar sounds of the Hogwarts dungeon lull him to sleep.
To think all this had started with mistletoe, but it would end with so much more.
The End….
Well that's it, not much happened in this short one. I just wanted t set the scene for the story's to come and to ease myself back into writing fanfiction. I hope at least one person enjoyed this.
