How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Severus woke before dawn the next morning and stretching his long leg out, he used his foot to nudge the tent flap open a bit so that he could watch the sunrise. He was glad that he’d asked Damon a few years back to have the catering company pitch his tent so that the flap was always pointed east. Over the years, he’d noticed that his tent was definitely not the only one set up in such a way.


He turned his attention then to the sleeping man beside him. Harry lay on his side facing him, one hand tucked under his cheek, his other arm curled protectively around his belly and their unborn child. Severus leaned in and brushed his lips over the unruly black hair and then kissed the damning scar on his lightly bronzed forehead. Yes the younger man was getting as brown as a bean from the ride out and simply from the time spent wandering around yesterday. The older man knew from experience that if he were to look in a mirror, he’d find his own skin had been kissed by the sun.

He let one hand rest on Harry’s belly, lying gently over his mate’s. He closed his black eyes and offered up thanks to whichever of the deities that had been watching over his little family and had kept them safe the night before. He had resolved to find out how Harry had been broken when the younger man had looked at them in confusion and said he had had no idea his pelvis had ever been broken.

He thought back with amusement at the surprise in Harry’s voice when he’d found that his bones had already knitted themselves back together in such a short time. If it had been done in the Infirmary at school, he’d have been bedridden for several days. As it was, he was walking an hour after Max had taken his narrow hips in his massive hands and snapped them in half with a stomach curdling crunch.

Max had explained that interskeletal injections of the bone healing potion actually got to the affected area quicker and in a much more undiluted state. Harry had wondered why the practice was not common at Hogwarts, and Severus had told him it required muggle medical training, something Poppy didn’t have. Harry had just shaken his head and thought of all the unnecessary days he had spent in an infirmary bed when this method was out there for any Healer wanting to learn.

Harry was quickly learning that here in the States the magical and the muggle worlds were combined fairly comfortably. The wizarding blending what they needed from both cultures to make their lives easier. Too bad the so called purists back in Britain were too staunch in their belief of separatism to ever reap the benefits.

Severus slid his hand slowly along Harry’s side and down to the unfamiliar swell of his hip, definitely not a woman’s figure, but not a man’s any longer. His hand rested comfortably in the little dip of his waist above his hipbone, he could get used to this very easily he thought. If anything, it only brought home the fact Harry was going to bear his babes even more, his precious little Harry. His thumb traced lazy circles on the cream coloured skin under his hand, new stretch marks shining pink under his hand. He leaned down and brushed his lips tenderly over the new scars his love would bear.

He watched as the beginnings of the day crept into their tent, the soft light edging the foot of their cot in a warm glow. He thought forward to what the would do that day, he decided that if Harry was up to it, he’d take him to get the belly button ring he’d been wanting, and then maybe a short ride if Max said it was alright. He was itching to get up into the hills and bathe himself in the spiritual energy that was there. Each year the attending wizarding community organized at least one ride purely for that reason, they would ride to a remote area and simply meditate alone or in groups. It had become something Severus had found himself counting upon coming back to each year.

He’d tried explaining it to Albus and Minerva a few times after he’d come back from his holidays, but after receiving looks of barely suppressed amusement he never spoke of it again. Some people couldn’t look past the end of their nose to see what else was out in the world, he thought, just could not accept that there were other methods of harnessing the power that coursed through a wizard’s or witch’s body.

The cot moved with Harry’s shifting body as he rolled to his back, Severus’ hand keeping contact as it slide, following the movement. His hand now rested below Harry’s navel, and as he looked down and saw his long fingers cradled loosely over his lower abdomen, he gave into temptation and bent down to kiss and nuzzle the younger man’s tummy. He rested his cheek on his belly, his face turned to look down the length of his mate’s body, the sunlight still creeping up the blanket stealthily, inch by inch bringing the day to them.

He closed his eyes again and breathed in Harry’s scent, this close to his sex, he could detect the subtle trace of life that had been created from their coupling. Harry smelled just a little different; he wondered if he tasted different now. Something he thought he’d like to find out later on, maybe this afternoon. He stayed there and watched the sun coming in.

Whispering in a voice barely above a breath, he began to talk to his child as Harry slept on.

“Hello baby, this is your other daddy, but I guess you know that,” Severus murmured as he stroked the skin around Harry’s belly button. “I want you to know how much we already love you.”



His eyes began to shimmer as he continued, “Things are going to be a little hectic for a while, but don’t you worry any, I’ll be here to look after you and daddy. That’s my job, keeping you both safe.”

A single tear pooled in the corner of an obsidian eye, “I know that you may hate me as you grow up, but I’m really not the arse you’ll think I am, I just have to keep you safe.”

Long fingers traced a fresh pink scar gently, “Just remember that I am always going to be here for you and for daddy and all your brothers and sisters when they come along. That you can always come to me about anything, even though I might yell and scream, I am never going to stop loving you.”

Harry’s emerald eyes opened slowly as he felt the touch of Severus’ fingers and the puffs of breath along his skin. He lay there quietly, not wanting to disturb Severus as he talked to their baby. He was so happy that Severus was reacting the way he was, he knew the older man was going to be a wonderful father to the brood he planned to have. As Severus stopped talking, but continued to rub his tummy, Harry reached down with one hand and touched his Master’s hair gently and then began to run his fingers through the long silky strands.

“Good morning Severus,” Harry murmured softly as he felt Severus lean into the caress. With a final kiss to his tummy, Severus moved back up to rest his head on the pillow beside Harry.

“Good morning love, how are you feeling?” he asked as Harry started to sit up, he placed a hand under his shoulders to prop him as he hunched forward, stretching his back.

“I feel pretty good, I’m not sore or anything which is surprising after last night,” Harry answered after a moment’s thought. Severus smiled and nodded.

“No morning sickness?”

“Nope, just have to pee though.” Harry said sheepishly as he swung his sock clad feet out of bed and stood, his otherwise nude body bathed in the soft light of the sunrise. He reached his arms up, barely brushing the ceiling of the tent as Severus climbed out of bed as well. Quickly digging through their bags, Sev handed a pair of elastic banded cotton shorts to Harry and donned the same.

“Put these on, I’ll need to transfigure your other clothes later today,” He said as he stuffed his feet into his boots and waited for Harry at the tent door.

Harry slid the shorts on and stopped for a moment as his hands rested on his new hips….he had a figure. Wow he thought, then shrugged, it would after all, just make his arse look even better now.

With a smirk he kissed his Severus on the cheek and followed him out of the tent and towards the bathhouse, both of them enjoying the quiet of the early morning hour.