Chap6: Once Again.
AN: VERY IMPORTANT!
on Sablesilverrainmade a very important comment about this being a story about a Severus from another universe. Sorry if that is what you were hopping for but no, this is a real Christmas Miracle. This is Severus the one and only, Santa just couldn't bring all of him back, the last part of himself is going to have to be brought back by Harry. ;)
On another note! I'M SO SORRY for not updating soon but I do catering an Christmas is a B*t*h went it comes to this stuff….
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*Chap6: Once Again *
I would give anything I own
Give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again
Just to touch you once again
Bread "Everything I Own"
Another note was found behind the first letter. This one seem much smaller and writing in a very familiar handwriting.
Dear Santa,
We really don't know how to ask this because we are suppose to ask what we want for Christmas, but we don't want anything because we know that Daddy will get us lots of presents. So for Christmas we want our Papa to come back to Daddy, because nobody loved Daddy like Papa did, and Daddy never stopped loving Papa, we know so because uncle Gred and uncle Forge said so. We don't know where he is exactly all we know is that He is with grandma Lyly and grandpa James, and maybe grandma Eileen too.
-Eileen & Lyly Potter S.
Harry looked up from the letter to the cloaked figure at his front door in disbelief. The man had yet to stir, the twins, unlike Harry, seem to have gotten over their shock.
"Is the letter from Santa, Daddy?"
"Did he get our letter?" Harry could only nod at both their questions.
"If it's from Santa, that means that that is..." at the point both girls made a noise that left Harry's ears ringing before taking of in a run towards their front door. He followed them, getting their a second after them.
They stood in front of the clearly asleep man, if the soft snores coming from him was anything to go by, hood still covering his face. Harry quietly called for Hopcup, glad when the elf popped in just as quietly as he had called her.
"I want you to take the girls inside an serve them their lunch, then I want you to take them upstairs to play with their new toys" The house elf nodded at each instruction "Yes master Harry" before taking Eileen and Lyly's hand and popping them away before they could protest.
Tezza watched Harry from her perch on the porch's rail, sending an encouraging hoot his way before taking to the air and making her way to the owlery.
Bending down to eye level in front of the sleeping man, Harry reached a shaking hand to remove the hood, his heart beating fast, thoughts and hopes flowing over him like waves followed closely by dread and fear at this being some horrid prank by some uncaring soul.
When the hood fell Harry wasn't sure which feeling was stronger, the hope and relief or the dread and fear…
"I realize that I don't have the most pleasant of faces but this is the first time someone has cried about it."
Severus Snape thought himself a very clear-headed person, but for the life of him he couldn't remember how he got... Wherever he was,
Standing over him was a man no older than 25, his messy jet-black hair made him wonder if it was as soft as it looked, and the soft angled face tickled his memory. His eyes were closed but the tears running down his cheeks made Severus' heart ache in a way that he did not want to acknowledged.
"Ohh Severus…" The voice made the ache stronger, Severus couldn't understand why, everything was just so confusing.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his voiced cautious, his eyes guarded.
A gasp escaped his lips as the stranger opened his eyes. The very familiar emerald green eyes of his best friend looked at him with such open emotion. Looking at the larger picture, Severus took in the rest of the man's face again. What he saw no longer tickled his memory, it hammered it until there was no doubt about whom it was that was standing before him.
"Potter?... "