The Friday Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
Views:
49,221
Reviews:
273
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Friday Boy
CHAPTER 53
Harry awoke to the sounds of muffled and hushed voices. Opening his eyes Harry took a moment to gather his bearings, as he glanced about the spacious bedroom. The memories of last night hit with stark reality as his gaze focused on the empty wooden rocking cradle in the corner of the room by the fire. Swallowing nervously Harry eased himself out of bed, gasping a little at his stretched muscles and teetering on his feet as he found his center of balance again without his swollen stomach. Finding a soft pair of slippers beside the bed, along with a blue bed robe, Harry shuffled himself into the items before hesitantly tip toeing across the bedroom to the slightly ajar door.
Bracing himself Harry glanced through the crack unsure of what he would see.
Dumbledore’s office was bathed in warm sunshine from the large open windows and crowd of very familiar people milled around the fireplace.
Sirius, Remus, the Weasley’s including Ron. Hermione, McGonagall, Hagrid, Tonks, Mad-eye. They were all there, casually exchanging hushed conversations just as Harry had left them at the Ministry. But it was the two extra’s that caught Harry’s attention. Two people Harry only remembered from pictures sat on the couch, their hands interlinked as they shared a joke with the headmaster. James and Lilly Potter, Harry’s parents sat large as life just a few meters away yet Harry was afraid to move in case everything faded into a dream like so many others.
“Snivelrus, are you going to let us see him or what?” Harry pulled back from the crack in the door as Sirius came bustling past, to stare up into Albus’ observatory.
“Black do you even know the meaning of quiet, or does it just not register in that doggish brain of yours?” Harry smiled at the bitter sarcastic tone that filtered down from the observatory. Snape and Black were fighting, at least something’s didn’t change. Harry watched tentatively as Snape appeared at the top of the stairs, and the sight made Harry stare in shock.
It was still Severus Snape that Harry saw, the same familiar slender but strong frame, the same hooked nose and colorless wardrobe of black fitted robes but something was missing. Where previously years of service to the dark lord had left Snape tired, withdrawn and pale, now the man was practically glowing. Gone were the constant dark shadow under the man’s eyes, gone was the hollowed cheekbones and pasty complexion from the years of suffering the Crutiatus curse. The man’s black hair although still fine like silk, had streaks of auburn through it and showed no signs of split ends or greasy residue from potions. His hands too, though similarly slender and elegant, bore no discoloration or scaring. But the thing that struck Harry the most was how the man carried himself as he descended the stairs, a swaddled bundle in his arms. He didn’t glide or swoop as he had as a teacher, instead he walked easily with a relaxed air about his step, his face even twitching in irritation as Sirius stopped him at the bottom of the stairs to get a look at the bundle in his arms, and coo childishly. Harry was impressed as he watched Snape reluctantly relinquish his hold on the child in his arms to be passed like a parcel around the doting extended family.
Harry watched carefully as all attention focused on the child, leaving Snape to step off into the back of the room to make himself a cup of lemon tea. Taking a deep breath Harry seized the opportunity to exit the bedroom unnoticed, and scurried noiselessly over to where Snape was picking a biscuit from the selection on offer. In the slightly secluded little reading area Harry stepped up behind Snape and with a tentative hand reached out to touch Snape’s shoulder.
Snape spun around like lighting at the touch, spilling his tea and dropping his biscuit into the liquid with a quiet splash.
“Potter!” Snape growled out in instinct when his eyes focused on Harry, but then the reality set in, and Harry watched as the elder wizard went slightly pale. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“Old habits die hard hey Professor?” Harry whispered as he stared into Snape’s searching onyx eyes that stared at Harry like he was a ghost.
“I’m a potions master with Gringott’s department of potion’s experimentation.” Snape paused almost nervously as he put his tea cup down, having noticed that it was shaking in his hand. “I’ve never taught students.” Harry swallowed awkwardly, taking a deep breath as he allowed himself to comprehend the truth of Snape’s words. Just as Dumbledore had said, the world was a different place.
“You didn’t like teaching anyway, you said I was an incompetent student and generally disliked everyone.” Harry smiled sideways as he watched Snape nod in understanding.
“Yeah, I’ve seen my memories from the pensieve. It’s hard to comprehend I had another life apart from this one.” Harry began to feel sick as he realized that perhaps he would not fit into this life, just as he hadn’t in the old one. As if sensing Harry’s distress Snape reached out and placed a soft hand against his cheek. Harry closed his eyes and nuzzled into the man’s warm hand, as Severus used his thumb to gently wipe away Harry’s tears. “But I know I love you, in this life and the other.” Harry sighed softly as Snape leant down and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against Harry’s lips before drawing back slightly.
“So you’ve seen it all, everything we had together was in the pensieve?” Harry whispered still trying to processes what had happened. Snape nodded quietly as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled the young wizard against him in a firm hug.
“Yes. You can change history Mr. Potter, but memories are forever and a pensieve never forgets memories. Why did you think Albus uses his pensieve religiously? To ensure memories are never lost.” Harry sighed again as he pressed his face against Snape’s chest, inhaling the scent of the man that unlike many other things had not changed one bit.
“Then if this all never happened, why was I still pregnant?” Harry whispered as the tiny cries of a baby rose up from the circle of admirers in the lounge area. Snape chuckled as he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of Harry’s head, as he guided him towards the group who were all cooing at the child but stopped instantly to stare at Harry as he approached.
“There are something’s Harry you can’t change, and the creation of life is one of those. He was meant to be here, and quite honestly I’m glad he is.” Harry allowed himself to be led to an armchair, where McGonagall gently laid the newborn child into Harry’s arms. The child settled immediately and Harry smiled silently at the bundle before glancing up at his parents, who were staring at him proudly.
“Hi Mum, Dad.” Harry whispered as Snape perched himself on the arm of chair Harry sat in, his long slender fingers gently soothing the tuft of dark hair on his son’s head.
“Have you thought of a name Harry?” Harry looked away from his parents to Remus who was leaning against the fire surround sipping what appeared to be a butter beer.
“Friday.” Harry muttered quietly, causing Snape to bark out loud in genuine laughter something Harry had never heard him do.
“Very droll Harry, your wit has not improved any.” Snape whispered as he leant down and pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead teasingly. “Fine, Friday Snape it is.” Harry sighed and nodded in agreement before leaning back against Snape’s side and cuddling his son to his chest.
“The perfect Friday Boy, just like his dad….” Harry whispered as he let himself drift away on the wave of contentment that engulfed him for the very first time in his life…
THE END
A/N.................That's it, it's all done and I'm Fucking exhausted.......
*Shakes finger at her readers* Now if you haven't told me what you thought of the story, now's the time......because I know where you live, and I own a big black Jack Russel, that likes the taste of ankles.....Alright, so that's a lie, but I really would appreciate knowing what you all thought of it. As for me reviewers, god you guys are great so glad I could deliver on this one, it got a bit shakey there for a while but I think I've successfully finished another...
Apart from that I'm glad you all enjoyed yourself and should you be feeling particularly energetic run over to my Live Journal and check out some of my older stories, along with some sneek previews of some new ones.....*winks*
Alright, sorry to love and leave you again. I'm a heart breaker so sue me.....
Cheers & thanks for the support
RIFFRAFF
Additional *COMING SOON TO AFF.net* "What the Devil Wants"
Harry awoke to the sounds of muffled and hushed voices. Opening his eyes Harry took a moment to gather his bearings, as he glanced about the spacious bedroom. The memories of last night hit with stark reality as his gaze focused on the empty wooden rocking cradle in the corner of the room by the fire. Swallowing nervously Harry eased himself out of bed, gasping a little at his stretched muscles and teetering on his feet as he found his center of balance again without his swollen stomach. Finding a soft pair of slippers beside the bed, along with a blue bed robe, Harry shuffled himself into the items before hesitantly tip toeing across the bedroom to the slightly ajar door.
Bracing himself Harry glanced through the crack unsure of what he would see.
Dumbledore’s office was bathed in warm sunshine from the large open windows and crowd of very familiar people milled around the fireplace.
Sirius, Remus, the Weasley’s including Ron. Hermione, McGonagall, Hagrid, Tonks, Mad-eye. They were all there, casually exchanging hushed conversations just as Harry had left them at the Ministry. But it was the two extra’s that caught Harry’s attention. Two people Harry only remembered from pictures sat on the couch, their hands interlinked as they shared a joke with the headmaster. James and Lilly Potter, Harry’s parents sat large as life just a few meters away yet Harry was afraid to move in case everything faded into a dream like so many others.
“Snivelrus, are you going to let us see him or what?” Harry pulled back from the crack in the door as Sirius came bustling past, to stare up into Albus’ observatory.
“Black do you even know the meaning of quiet, or does it just not register in that doggish brain of yours?” Harry smiled at the bitter sarcastic tone that filtered down from the observatory. Snape and Black were fighting, at least something’s didn’t change. Harry watched tentatively as Snape appeared at the top of the stairs, and the sight made Harry stare in shock.
It was still Severus Snape that Harry saw, the same familiar slender but strong frame, the same hooked nose and colorless wardrobe of black fitted robes but something was missing. Where previously years of service to the dark lord had left Snape tired, withdrawn and pale, now the man was practically glowing. Gone were the constant dark shadow under the man’s eyes, gone was the hollowed cheekbones and pasty complexion from the years of suffering the Crutiatus curse. The man’s black hair although still fine like silk, had streaks of auburn through it and showed no signs of split ends or greasy residue from potions. His hands too, though similarly slender and elegant, bore no discoloration or scaring. But the thing that struck Harry the most was how the man carried himself as he descended the stairs, a swaddled bundle in his arms. He didn’t glide or swoop as he had as a teacher, instead he walked easily with a relaxed air about his step, his face even twitching in irritation as Sirius stopped him at the bottom of the stairs to get a look at the bundle in his arms, and coo childishly. Harry was impressed as he watched Snape reluctantly relinquish his hold on the child in his arms to be passed like a parcel around the doting extended family.
Harry watched carefully as all attention focused on the child, leaving Snape to step off into the back of the room to make himself a cup of lemon tea. Taking a deep breath Harry seized the opportunity to exit the bedroom unnoticed, and scurried noiselessly over to where Snape was picking a biscuit from the selection on offer. In the slightly secluded little reading area Harry stepped up behind Snape and with a tentative hand reached out to touch Snape’s shoulder.
Snape spun around like lighting at the touch, spilling his tea and dropping his biscuit into the liquid with a quiet splash.
“Potter!” Snape growled out in instinct when his eyes focused on Harry, but then the reality set in, and Harry watched as the elder wizard went slightly pale. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“Old habits die hard hey Professor?” Harry whispered as he stared into Snape’s searching onyx eyes that stared at Harry like he was a ghost.
“I’m a potions master with Gringott’s department of potion’s experimentation.” Snape paused almost nervously as he put his tea cup down, having noticed that it was shaking in his hand. “I’ve never taught students.” Harry swallowed awkwardly, taking a deep breath as he allowed himself to comprehend the truth of Snape’s words. Just as Dumbledore had said, the world was a different place.
“You didn’t like teaching anyway, you said I was an incompetent student and generally disliked everyone.” Harry smiled sideways as he watched Snape nod in understanding.
“Yeah, I’ve seen my memories from the pensieve. It’s hard to comprehend I had another life apart from this one.” Harry began to feel sick as he realized that perhaps he would not fit into this life, just as he hadn’t in the old one. As if sensing Harry’s distress Snape reached out and placed a soft hand against his cheek. Harry closed his eyes and nuzzled into the man’s warm hand, as Severus used his thumb to gently wipe away Harry’s tears. “But I know I love you, in this life and the other.” Harry sighed softly as Snape leant down and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against Harry’s lips before drawing back slightly.
“So you’ve seen it all, everything we had together was in the pensieve?” Harry whispered still trying to processes what had happened. Snape nodded quietly as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled the young wizard against him in a firm hug.
“Yes. You can change history Mr. Potter, but memories are forever and a pensieve never forgets memories. Why did you think Albus uses his pensieve religiously? To ensure memories are never lost.” Harry sighed again as he pressed his face against Snape’s chest, inhaling the scent of the man that unlike many other things had not changed one bit.
“Then if this all never happened, why was I still pregnant?” Harry whispered as the tiny cries of a baby rose up from the circle of admirers in the lounge area. Snape chuckled as he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of Harry’s head, as he guided him towards the group who were all cooing at the child but stopped instantly to stare at Harry as he approached.
“There are something’s Harry you can’t change, and the creation of life is one of those. He was meant to be here, and quite honestly I’m glad he is.” Harry allowed himself to be led to an armchair, where McGonagall gently laid the newborn child into Harry’s arms. The child settled immediately and Harry smiled silently at the bundle before glancing up at his parents, who were staring at him proudly.
“Hi Mum, Dad.” Harry whispered as Snape perched himself on the arm of chair Harry sat in, his long slender fingers gently soothing the tuft of dark hair on his son’s head.
“Have you thought of a name Harry?” Harry looked away from his parents to Remus who was leaning against the fire surround sipping what appeared to be a butter beer.
“Friday.” Harry muttered quietly, causing Snape to bark out loud in genuine laughter something Harry had never heard him do.
“Very droll Harry, your wit has not improved any.” Snape whispered as he leant down and pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead teasingly. “Fine, Friday Snape it is.” Harry sighed and nodded in agreement before leaning back against Snape’s side and cuddling his son to his chest.
“The perfect Friday Boy, just like his dad….” Harry whispered as he let himself drift away on the wave of contentment that engulfed him for the very first time in his life…
THE END
A/N.................That's it, it's all done and I'm Fucking exhausted.......
*Shakes finger at her readers* Now if you haven't told me what you thought of the story, now's the time......because I know where you live, and I own a big black Jack Russel, that likes the taste of ankles.....Alright, so that's a lie, but I really would appreciate knowing what you all thought of it. As for me reviewers, god you guys are great so glad I could deliver on this one, it got a bit shakey there for a while but I think I've successfully finished another...
Apart from that I'm glad you all enjoyed yourself and should you be feeling particularly energetic run over to my Live Journal and check out some of my older stories, along with some sneek previews of some new ones.....*winks*
Alright, sorry to love and leave you again. I'm a heart breaker so sue me.....
Cheers & thanks for the support
RIFFRAFF
Additional *COMING SOON TO AFF.net* "What the Devil Wants"