Guilty as Sin

EPILOGUE

{August 1st 12 years later}

“Dad stop fussing I’m fine.” The tall, dark haired, lavender-eyed boy, swatted irritably at his fathers hands that were straightening his crisp new school tie and robes.

“Harry stop fussing the boy’s fine.” Severus Snape stepped around the trolley of luggage two familiar tickets clutched in his hands, along with his wand and his own book bag. Harry Potter frowned darkly at his elder mate who’d fallen with ease back into his old job and attached persona. More than a few parents heads had turned at the sight of the most formidable Potion’s Master Hogwart’s had ever seen. There were a fair few faces Severus had taught during his years at the school, all of whom looked more than a little horrified that it was to be the fate of their own children now that lay in the professors stern hands.

“If you don’t stop chatting you’re going to miss the bloody thing.” Draco Malfoy interjected having pointed to the clock hanging from the station roof. Severus swore as he too glanced at the time, before gathering both his own and his son’s bags from the trolley to put on board the carriages. Harry merely rolled his eyes and with a flick of his hand turned time back a minute. Severus glared at his Inferei, who merely shrugged his shoulders knowing the consequences for using that kind of magic in public.

“It’s so not fair I want to go to school too.” A blonde haired dark eyed boy pouted dramatically beside Draco refusing to acknowledge his elder brother who was starting his first year at Hogwart’s School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, under the headmistress Professor Minerva McGonagall.

“Don’t pout Aramis, it makes you look like a flobber worm.” Severus snapped at his younger son as he came back from the carriage to wish his small but strange family goodbye. Paris was already hugging Draco and his reluctant younger brother Aramis as he moved on to Harry and hugged him tightly. Harry pressed a chaste kiss to his son’s forehead before straightening his tie once more and sending him scurrying into the train carriage. Harry watched as Snape bid Draco and Aramis goodbye, not missing the possessive kiss that he gave Draco after last night’s escapade with another Superei that had moved into their neighborhood. Harry was rather glad they would be shortly moving to Hogsmeade knowing what damage another unattached Superei could do to them if given the chance. Snape finally came to stand before Harry who he took in his arms and squeezed tightly as he whispered into his ear. “Stay away from the neighbours, keep Aramis out of my things, don’t use the boxes in the attic and make sure you remember to pack everything in my library carefully.” Snape listed off his demands with his usual superior tone, indicating severe consequences were to be expected should one of the above rules not be adhered to. Harry nodded and winced a little as Snape ran his hand down the invisible cut on the other wizard’s cheek he had inflicted that morning in a fit of temper and frustration at being parted from his Inferei for the better part of two weeks until the Harem moved to Hogsmeade. Harry nuzzled against Snape’s palm in apology knowing he’d done little but provoke the situation the night before, having craved a little attention himself. His eldest son was heading to school for the first time and after his own terrible first year at school Harry was apprehensive. Snape seemed to read his mates fear and gently pressed a soothing kiss against Harry’s lips. “He’ll be fine Harry, I won’t let him out of my sight for the first couple of weeks until he settles in and finds his place.” Harry nodded but remained passively silent causing Snape to sigh. He too had his own reservations about sending Paris to school but it had to be done, whether the other students accepted it or not.

“I’ll see you in three weeks.” Harry whispered as the whistle of the train blew and Snape ran to get into the closing doors of the carriages. All three men standing on the platform waved as the train began to pull from the station. Paris was practically hanging out the window and Harry couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched Snape drag him back inside the carriage as the train finally glided out of sight. Harry sighed and turned back to Aramis and Draco who were arguing over stopping for Ice cream at Diagon Alley on the way home. Harry sighed a small feeling of contentment washing over him. Life wasn’t perfect, or easy living with Snape but it suited Harry better than anything else he’d experienced in his life. His body held scars, bruises and the mark of ownership that came with being an Inferei but it was a mark unlike the scar on his forehead that he chose for himself, that he was proud of and that he wouldn’t exchange for the world.

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“I have to go and sit in on the Prefect meeting.” Snape rose from the bench seat beside his son in their chosen compartment, and dropped a galleon in the boy’s lap. “If the trolley comes around get me a glass of pumpkin juice and what ever you want.” Paris nodded and watched his father leave letting the sliding door close behind him on its own. Turning back to his book Paris settled in the seat unable to really concentrate when the thrills of starting school lay before him. Before the boy could settle however the sliding door opened and a little plump boy, and a thin red haired boy stuck their heads into the compartment.

“Mind if we share, everywhere else is full.” Paris nodded and shifted his father’s things from the opposite bench so that the two boys’ could sit down.

“First year?” The red head boy inquired not really taking much notice of how Paris was trying to hide behind his book rather nervous about anyone seeing him.

“Yeah, you?” Paris whispered watching as the plump boy pulled out a large box of what looked like home baked cookies and a flask of pumpkin juice.

“Yep, looking forward to it was well my Dad says he had a blast when he was at Hogwart’s.” The plump boy offered around the tin, both boys accepting one of the wonderfully smelling cookies. Still Paris hid a little behind his book until the red haired boy stuck out his hand having wiped it first on the front of his old looking robe. “Bartholomew Weasley.” The red head offered forcing Paris to finally put the book down to reveal himself.

“Paris…” The boy never got past his first name as both boys’ opposite him breathed in sharply as a pair of lavender eyes locked warily onto their own.

“You’re, you’re Paris Snape the Unforgiven.” The lumpy boy stuttered having not offered his own name. Paris swallowed awkwardly preparing himself to make the speech his fathers had told him to say should anyone question him.

“It’s not polite to say Unforgiven, I’m an Elith-Furatu and I’m not a threat to you.” Paris whispered shakily having pulled out the chain around his neck and shown it to the two boys. The two boys however paid no attention to the chain and instead the red haired boy swapped seats and tucked his arm friendly around Paris.

“Sorry mate caught us off guard, it’s nice to meet you anyway though isn’t it Arnold Longbottom?” The red haired boy stared pointedly at the lumpy boy who nodded enthusiastically still a little drawn to Paris’ lavender eyes. “So your Dad’s the Potion’s professor…” The conversation seemed to flow easier then the three boy’s slowly getting to know one another, unaware of the elder wizard watching proudly from the corridor outside the compartment.

THE END

A/N THAT's IT, IT's ALL OVER AND DONE. WooHoo.

Alright, now's your turn to get those fingers working, I want to know if you loathed it, loved it, liked the characters or hated thier guts. Personally I really hated Draco in this one, for some mysterious reasons of my own as a warped little writer. Anyway please read and review, tell me what you thought of the ending, if not what you'd like to see me attempt to write for my next peice. Cause at present I have no idea what's coming next, I'm all out of ideas.....well not entirely I'm just trying to think of something that isn't cliche and hasn't been done before.....*Rolls eyes* like that's going to ever happen.

Alright then thanks soooooooooooooo much to everyone who's stuck with me on this little story I hope I didn't disappoint, thanks for all the chocolate frogs, hugs and reviews it really does make writing a lot easier when you know the readers are taking an interest in you work.

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