Part 3: Revelation

When Snape woke the next morning he remembered nothing of what had happened the day before or the dreams he had had. He gave a stretch of contentment, uncaring if he woke the boy next to him. Then, when he didn't encounter another body beside him, his brow furrowed in confusion and he investigated the empty bed.

Where is that infernal – oh right. Severus heaved a sigh, so much for a morning blow, he immediately felt bad as he was assaulted of images, memories of his times with Harry.

He had often used the boy for his own gratification and thought nothing of the lithe body he often ravaged to gain his own release.

One night in particular came to mind, it had been the worst one, and Severus had taken his frustration out on Harry. Severus, who had fallen asleep on the couch reading, had woken up to a spectacular blow job and he had hastily prepared Harry, the boy had enjoyed it and had found his own release but as Severus headed to the shower he noticed the fluid that had slicked his cock was tinged pink. Harry had walked with a noticeable limp for a few days and had been overly tender that night. Severus hadn't cared but looking back Severus had been brutal that morning, using minimal and barely any preparation. Harry hadn't once complained. Stupid boy. Severus sighed, 'would you have listened to him, you bastard?' he mumbled to himself. Probably not.

He had been a right berk to Harry and all the boy had done was love him and tried to start something new for both of them. And you had to go ruin it.

Severus had no idea what he should do. He took his morning coffee to the bathroom and started to get ready for the day. He was unprepared for the assault of images and he spilled his coffee on himself.

Harry. They were all of Harry and of his muggle relatives. He had never received a gift from these people and anything he did get had been used to the point of deterioration.

He had never even gotten a recognition for the all the food he made.

Harry had had it far worse than Severus, who may have been beaten by his father but he was always fed, and still the emerald eyed beauty had it in him to celebrate a holiday that had given him nothing but pain.

Having finished healing himself from the coffee burn he decided against the shower for the time and found the boxes that Harry had been using. They were still sitting in the living room, the garland and light strings hanging over the side.

Harry loved him unconditionally, something Severus could never, and probably wouldn't ever, understand and he had treated him like he was doing Harry a favour.

But he wasn't doing Harry a favour, if anything Harry was doing one for him. Being with him, being seen with him, it had let others know that he wasn't the evil death eater they had thought Snape to be. While they weren't running up to hug him, they weren't sneering in disgust or avoiding him altogether.

Severus sighed, he had a lot of work to do. He began to pull things from the box, he was about to use his wand to send everything to where it had been when he remembered that Harry hadn't used his.

Severus spent the next 3 hours trying to untangle the lights and garland and fix the broken decorations only to spend almost six hours trying to get everything just right.

It was almost 5 before Severus had deemed the decoration just right.

Looking around the now festive room Severus sighed and dropped onto the couch. Despite the frustration and anger at the tangles and the malfunctions Severus felt... satisfied with the work that he now looked around at.

No wonder Harry was pissed at him for his callousness at the decorations yesterday.

He watched the faerie lights and idly wondered where the decorations came from. He imagined that some had been from Lily and James, somehow surviving That Night, he wondered which ones were gifts from friends and which Harry had scavenged through every store for.

He watched the charmed stuffed weasels that had antlers, which were definitely from Draco, as they chased each other around the tree. They avoided the snuggled pair of dragons, a horntail and a ridgeback and chased the lights.

Severus startled when the clock gave a soft chime of six. He wanted to see Harry but he had far too much to before then.

Harry sighed as he sat on the couch in front of the fire; he sipped absently at his hot chocolate.

'Harry?' Remus said softly as he joined his son on the couch.

Harry made a non committal noise but didn't look at Remus.

'Anything you want to talk about?' Remus asked rubbing his son's back gently.

Harry didn't reply, for a long time, so long that Remus didn't think he was going to.

'Was it so wrong of me to want to make good memories with my partner?' he asked just before Remus left the room.

Remus came back, 'no, not at all Harry,' he replied softly.

Harry turned red, wet eyes to Remus, 'then why was he so angry about it?'

Remus sighed, 'I don't know Harry,' but before he could say more someone else spoke.

'He hasn't had many memorable Christmas'; someone has always died or tried to kill him.' Lucius offered he limped slightly as he sat on Harry's other side. 'Christmas hasn't been a kind season to Sev, and he usually just ignores it or hides away in his lab pretending he isn't hiding from it.'

'Why?' Harry asked softly.

'You would have to ask him, child,' Lucius replied.

'How? Unless I'm spreading my legs and warming his bed, I'm not all that much use to him.' Harry replied bitterly.

Lucius pulled Harry to his side, and offered the young man what comfort he could.

Eventually Harry fell asleep between Lucius and Remus and the pair took the young man to bed.

'I don't care if he is your brother,' Remus started, once they were in their room, 'I'm gonna tear off his nut sac and...' Remus' rant was cut off as Lucius attacked Remus' with his lips. The werewolf melted under the assault.

'I know but right now I don't want to think or talk about my idiot brother, I just want you,' Lucius whispered huskily and Remus practically purred.

*

Finally he was done, he had the decorations, the food, the presents, not that Harry would focus on those, but Severus had to make up for the ignored birthday and holidays as well as all the times Harry had gone out of his way to make dinner for Severus and the man hadn't even bothered letting Harry know he would be home late and then he just left Harry asleep on the couch with no fire or no blanket thinking it served the snot right for being so foolish.

He had a lot to make up for and he intended to do just that.

Now all he had to do was get Harry to talk to him. Or anyone since he had been a right prat to pretty much everyone who knew him.