How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

DISCLAIMER: JKR owns everything that is in reference to the Harry Potter world if it is in one of my works of fiction. If it is not found in one of her creations, then it is mine unless otherwise stated. I am not making any profit from the writing of this story.

A/N~ you asked about a winkte....it is the Lakhota Sioux word for a berdache. Which is a person considerd to have great magic because they embody both the male and female spirits in their souls. Native American cultures look upon homosexuals in a much different view, in many cultures they are considered to have great magic.
Oh..ages....Harry is 24, Sev 44, Grant 73, Damon 78, Max 45, Allie 29, Evan 43, and Jamie is 31. Being wizards, Damon and Grant look to be maybe 50.



After the two couples had their breakfast and made their way to the Wolffe camp, Harry became withdrawn and quiet. Severus pulled him to one side and looked down into his face, he was lost as to what had happened to cause this turn in emotion.


“Harry, what is it?” Severus asked as the younger man began to sniffle and looked back down again. “Harry, love, are you in pain?”


Harry just shook his head and wiped his eyes with the back of one hand. Max had stopped as well and was watching the two; he had a good idea as to what was going on.


“Harry, tell me what is wrong so I can fix it,” Severus said growing a little impatient with him. He didn’t like it when he couldn’t find what was wrong and get rid of the problem, and he really didn’t like it if there was something wrong with his Harry. He grabbed Harry by the upper arms and shook him slightly to get him to answer instead of stare at his shoes. Harry snapped his head back, looking at the older man through tear filled eyes.


“I don’t know Sev..” he breathed as a small sob escaped his lips, he had no idea what had done this to him, all he knew was that he needed to cry. And he didn’t know how to make it make sense to his Master; all he knew was that he needed him to hold him to make it better.


Severus just held him at arms length and pulled out his wand to check to see if he’d been cursed or hexed. When the scan came up negative, he just stood and stared at the man that had literally torn Voldemort’s head from his body. He couldn’t believe that the same man was now this fragile…crying….person. Harry wasn’t hurt, no one had yelled at him, he wasn’t in trouble, and he’d just had eggs for Merlin’s sake. How did he fix this?


Harry was getting more upset by the minute by the behaviour of Severus, all he wanted was to be comforted, not looked at as a misbehaving potion’s ingredient. Max stepped up to Severus and pulled his hands from Harry’s arms, then pushed Harry towards Severus.


“Hold him Sev. That’s what he needs.” Max said, thankful they were within the wizarding compound; no one would think anything odd of one man holding another there. Severus turned his attention to Max and regarded him as if he had sprouted a second head.


“What are you nattering about?” he asked as he was busy with an armful of sobbing Harry.


“What is wrong with him? Is he ill?”


Max looked at Severus like he’d lost his mind before he spoke.


“Sev, dude, you are going to have to be a little more understanding with Bit. If pregnancy is an emotional roller coaster for a witch, it’s an emotional minefield for a pregnant wizard. His body is having all kinds of hormones being produced that he is just not emotionally prepared for. He doesn’t know why he’s crying, just that for some reason he needs to.” Max began as he watched Harry start to calm down at the contact with his mate.


“You are going to have to do some changing Sev, or Harry is going to make you miserable.”


Allie listened to her husband and smiled, she knew she was an emotional handful herself. During her first pregnancy, if Max had looked at her the wrong way, she’d bawled for hours.


Severus rolled his eyes and sighed. He’d had no idea it was going to be this complicated when Harry had told him he was pregnant. He stroked Harry’s hair and wondered if he was strong enough to be what the younger man needed, he knew he’d try.


“I’m sorry Sev.” Harry choked out as he pulled himself away from his arms, “I promise to be good.”


Severus gave Max a lost look and received a signal from the Healer to follow Harry into their tent, where the younger man had gone after apologizing for doing nothing wrong. Severus pushed past the flap and entered the tent, his eyes quickly adjusting to the half light within and saw Harry curled up on the bed in a ball. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Harry’s back with one hand. He couldn’t hear Harry’s sobs, but he could feel them as they racked his frame.


“Shhhhh….Harry, don’t cry.” He murmured as he pulled the other man up to rest in his lap. He rocked him, trying to calm him down.


“I…I…I….” Harry hiccoughed as he tried to speak. Tears and snot choked him as he tried to speak and he just buried his face in his hands. “I think I’m going crazy Master.”


Severus bit back the first thing that had come to his mouth at Harry’s comment and gently kissed the side of his head.


“You’re not barking love; you’re just up the duff. It’ll be okay, we’ll get through this like we have everything else.” The older man soothed, hoping he was saying the right things and hoping that Harry was actually listening to him. He had a lot of things to discuss with Max about this pregnancy thing. He needed to be prepared. He was a man of action, if he could see it, touch it, know it, he could annihilate it; this was just another way of seeing how he could keep his new family safe.


Harry quieted down in Sev’s arms and soon was asleep as the older man continued to rock him. Grant poked his head in through the flap then to see if they needed anything.


“Hi there Severus, just wanted to know if you and Bit were doing okay,” Grant said as Severus motioned him in and to sit in the chair by the bed, shifting Harry in his arms so that both were more comfortable. “I heard you both out at the fire this morning.”


Severus nodded and took a deep breath, hugging Harry tighter.


“I hope we didn’t wake you up, I had to reach the Headmaster before it was too late for him.”


“How did it go?” Grant asked as he used a bit of wandless magic to wet a flannel and then laid it across Harry’s forehead, smoothing his hair back.


“We are no longer Hogwarts’ faculty,” Severus replied taking a shuttering breath. The enormity was starting to really dawn on him as to what had transpired. He’d just walked away from the place he’d known as his only home for the past thirty three years, both as a student and then as a teacher, well save for a short year long stint of stupidity with Malfoy senior. He was a forty four year old man with no job, a child on the way, a wedding to plan, moving to a new country, needing to learn new skills; he felt the gorge starting to rise in his throat as his thoughts came slamming home. He was screwed.


Grant watched him and had a pretty good idea what was going through his mind when the older man spoke.


“Severus, you know that you have us here as your family. We are going to be there to get you and Bit set up in a home, help you get the business going, and definitely help with the little one on the way. That is what family is for, you lean on us and we lean on you when we have to.”


Grant reached one hand out and stroked Severus’ cheek gently, “You know that I was never able to have my own child. Severus you are my little boy, my treasure and you have brought home a lovely young man to share your life with and best of all, you are giving me another grandbaby to love.” Grant’s voice was getting shaky as tears from Severus flowed over the hand resting against his cheek.


“It’s going to be okay, isn’t it?” Severus asked as he looked down at his sleeping love and then back up to Grant.


“Oh yes baby, there is no other choice. You are part of my family, and my family all do very very well.” Grant said with a smile as he stood and gently pushed Severus back to where he was propped on the bed by the pillows. Harry still held close to him.
“Now I want you both to rest for awhile.” Grant turned to leave after he’d pulled the sheet up over them. “Just never stop telling Harry how you feel Severus that is the most important thing right now.”


“Thank you Grant,” Severus said as he nestled down with the younger man, as an afterthought he spoke one last time. “Is Damon forgiven yet? It sounded like you were pretty happy this morning.”


Grant snorted in laughter, “Hush brat, just because we are in our seventies, doesn’t mean we stopped living.”


“Silencing charms Grant, silencing charms,” was the retort as the Lakhota left the tent and Severus closed his eyes to nap with Harry.