Decisions
Stripping the leaves and young twigs off the parasitic plant, Severus bruised them slightly, before stirring the mistletoe into the rapidly boiling potion. Phillip Mays had asked him for the special medicinal brew for a very sick little girl and Severus was more than happy for the opportunity to help the healer. He and Rys couldn't begin to repay the Mays for their kindness.
Glancing down at the end of the worktable while counting his anti-clockwise strokes, Severus watched as Rys imitated him. Pretend ingredients went into the two-year-old's toy cauldron, his son mimicking Severus stirring. Little Harry James' eyes were scrunched up in concentration as he worked. The child's face had lost the pinched look of neglect it had worn when Severus rescued him from the Dursleys', giving him a healthy look. Since Severus' custody had been upheld, Rys had finally relaxed.
Completing his count, Severus laid the stirring rod aside and lowered the flame. Watching the potion settle to a gentle simmer, Severus cleaned up the worktable as Rys finished his potion. His son looked up at him as he watched Severus tidy the lab, and leaning down, Severus kissed Rys' head, his heart soaring at the smile that lit the small face.
Christmas was approaching and Severus still hadn't decided whether to celebrate it, as Lily had, or Yule, as his mother had celebrated with him as a small boy, or perhaps a mix of the two to make their own traditions. A scowl furrowed his forehead as Severus' thoughts turned to what type of Christmas Rys would have had the prior year.
"Daddy mad?" Rys looked up at him uncertainly.
Lifting Rys, Severus hugged him. "I was thinking of something unpleasant, sweet boy."
Maybe a bit of both worlds, Severus decided, Father Christmas and the Yuletide.
Old Terrors
Severus Flooed into the Mays' sitting room early, Phillip's decanted potion in a small box of vials. A familiar, heart-wrenching wail assaulted his ears and Severus followed it to the kitchen. Kyler stood holding a large white Christmas candle as Rys crouched in the corner, his arms covering his head in a defensive posture. The puppy, Farsh, looked around frantically for the threat, as Hannah tried to reassure his son.
Severus forced his voice to be soft, soothing. "What happened?"
"A rather bad reaction to the holiday decorations." Hannah kept her voice even. "Rys, your daddy is here."
Setting the box on the table, Severus knelt down, ignoring the corgi's sharp bark. "Come here, sweet boy."
Rys lifted his head enough to peer between his arms and then unfolded in a blur of motion. Severus caught him, absorbing the shock of the small body slamming into him, and stood with his son cradled against his chest. Farsh danced at his feet as Rys' arms locked around his neck in a strangle hold. Severus looked from Hannah's concerned face to young Kyler, whose chin wobbled ominously.
"When Kyler took the candle out of the box, Rys seemed inordinately frightened of it," Hannah told him, lifting her son.
Severus rubbed a reassuring hand over Rys' back as he sat down at the table, settling the toddler as best as he could across his lap. "I can only imagine why, Hannah," he said grimly before sighing. "The box on the table contains the special potion for Phillip."
The quiet tone of his voice seemed to soothe Rys and Severus heard him take a deep, hiccupping breath. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Severus shifted Rys in his lap.
"Kyler, may I have the candle, please?"
Taking it into his hand, Severus slowly brought it towards Rys, the red and green striped pillar held loosely. "I'm not sure what happened before, sweet boy, but this is a Christmas candle used to decorate for the holidays. It's not supposed to be used to hurt anyone, nor should anyone be hurt because something happens to it – it's merely a decoration." Severus brought it closer, holding Rys tightly. "And you can pick out one for our rooms in any color you want."
"Won't burn Ry…me, Daddy?" Rys asked hesitantly.
Severus bit off the curse that came to his lips. "Absolutely, Rys, I will make use magic to make sure this or any other candle doesn't burn you, all right?"
A small smile immerged as Rys tentatively touched the candle. "Thank you, Daddy."
Snow Play
Severus woke with a start as he felt movement in the bed. Lighting his wand tip, Severus lifted the blanket and wasn't surprised to see uncertain green eyes peering up at him. Severus reached down to draw his son closer.
"Did you have a bad dream, sweet boy?"
Rys nodded as he burrowed into Severus' side, cold feet tucking under his thighs making Severus grit his teeth.
"Sorry, Daddy." Rys' sleepy voice was contrite, but he didn't move the offending appendages.
Severus patted his son's back as he closed his eyes; no doubt Rys' nightmare was triggered by the unpleasant remembrance of the day before. If he could, Severus would revisit the Dursleys and make them suffer the same terror they had inflicted on an innocent baby. There was no doubt in his mind that Christmas the past year had been terrifying for Rys, newly orphaned and thrust unwanted on uncaring relatives. As his precious child relaxed against him in sleep, Severus renewed his vow to wipe out every bad memory of the eight months Rys had spent with those Muggles.
As a sliver of gray light illuminated the enchanted window enough for Severus to see the build-up of snow on the windowsill, an idea formed in his mind as Severus slipped back into sleep.
Rys looked around in awe as Severus led him out a side door from the castle onto the snow-covered grounds. There'd been a few flurries in the last week, but this was the first heavy snowfall of the year. Rys was bundled in a cloak, jumper, muffle, hat, boots, and mittens, with a Warming Charm on his pants and vest. Severus was determined that getting cold wouldn't detract from Rys having fun in the snow. Severus had worn jeans and a jumper under his own cloak, with sturdy boots and gloves.
The two stood for a moment, watching the snow descend from the sky. Severus wasn't sure how to start, not having much experience with playing as a young child.
"Right then," Severus stepped into the knee-deep snow, "shall we start with a snowman, sweet boy?"
Kneeling, Severus gathered handfuls of snow, patting them into a ball. After a moment of hesitation, Rys joined him and began to push snow toward Severus, who added it to the growing mound. As the snowman grew, Rys began to get more animated, laughing with delight as he ran further out to get armfuls of snow. Tripping, Rys fell into the deep drift. Severus leapt to his feet, only to find his son giggling as he was lifted, powdery snow coating his eyebrows and eyelashes. Severus couldn't help but laugh as he gently brushed the snow from Rys' face.
The final figure wasn't much taller than Rys and ended up adorned with Severus' scarf and Rys' hat, but his son's eyes sparkled with pleasure as they looked at it. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs.
Rys slid a hand into his. "I love you, Daddy."
Severus' heart swelled.
Christmas Cookies for Rys
Severus carried Rys towards the Great Hall for their usual Saturday dinner appearance. Rys looked around them, eyes widening at the holiday decorations that had emerged overnight. Gritting his teeth at the over-done display, Severus carefully monitored his son's reactions. Merlin only knew what else might trigger a nightmarish memory for the child.
Minerva fell into step with them crossing the Entrance Hall. "How is my best little wizard tonight?"
Rys smiled brightly at her, reaching over to pat her shoulder, his grip on Severus secure.
"Decorations seem a bit more garish than I remember," Severus observed, adjusting his stride to match Minerva’s.
"Albus has infected, er, recruited Filius to help add some of the flashier elements this year," Minerva said dryly as they moved under an archway outlined in fairy lights that flashed the House colors in sequence.
"Indeed." Severus held the staff door open for Minerva to precede him into the Hall.
The students were used to seeing Rys at dinner on the weekends, with only Parks and Weasley waving to him. Rys shyly waved back before burying his face in Severus' neck. Holly and ivy garlands were draped along the walls, fairy lights outlined the enchanted ceiling, and an enormous evergreen glowing in gold, red, and silver lights sat across the Hall.
Severus barely contained a sneer when he saw that the Headmaster was dressed in red robes with a gold design. Leave it to Dumbledore to match his holiday decorations. Settling into his normal seat at Minerva's right, Severus lifted Rys into his special stool; the house-elves had already sent up a smaller set of dishes for his son. Altor always watched over what was served to Rys.
"Daddy! Un'ca Sir'us!" Rys exclaimed, pointing down the table towards the staff door.
Severus looked in the direction as he heard Minerva gasp. Sirius Black was walking towards them, his face hard, and behind him was Remus Lupin. Severus was on his feet immediately, putting himself between the werewolf and his son, anger surging through him.
"Severus, I didn't know! Dumbledore…"
Holding up his hand, Severus met Sirius' eyes briefly—this wasn't the time or the place for that conversation.
"Hello, Severus." Lupin's voice was quiet.
"Lupin."
"Remus!" Dumbledore's voice carried to them. "Come sit here."
Lupin moved passed them and Severus sank into his seat. Sirius took the seat on Rys’ far side, dinner proceeding quietly. Rys ate happily, between his daddy and Uncle Sirius.
Afterwards, instead of the usual puddings, between him and Rys appeared a plate of Christmas cookies. Among the snowflakes and candy canes, there was a gingerbread boy with green eyes and black hair alongside a snowman with black eyes and hair, and a strikingly familiar profile. Rys hesitated, looking to Severus for permission. At his nod, Rys picked up the snowman, stroking a finger over the nose before handing it to Severus with a smile. Snatching up the other, Rys happily bit off the arm, making Severus smile.
"Taste dood, Daddy!"
The Headmaster's Games
The summons from the Headmaster the next morning was not unexpected and Severus thanked Masly for bringing the message with their breakfast. Sirius Flooed through the night before, after Rys had gone to sleep. Remus Lupin's appearance at dinner had startled Severus, but hadn't surprised him, Dumbledore having mentioned weeks ago that he'd be returning soon.
"Remus says he's been on the Continent, doing business for Dumbledore," Sirius had told him, amazed. "He was told the baby was safe and I'd confessed to everything."
"And you trust him?" Severus had demanded.
"No." Sirius had been grim. "Not until I know where his loyalties lie."
Severus had readily agreed, which made him leery of this sudden meeting, specifically requesting that he bring Rys.
"Daddy?" Rys looked up from his porridge with wide eyes, apparently feeling Severus' agitation.
"It's all right, sweet boy," Severus reassured him. "We get to see the Headmaster this morning."
It was all Severus could do, not to laugh at the scowl that appeared on his son's face. Rys helped Masly by carrying his bowl to the sink before picking out his favorite green jumper to wear. Obediently accepting Severus' hand, Rys walked up to the gargoyle outside the Headmaster's office, where Severus picked him up to ride the circular staircase.
"Come in, Severus," Dumbledore called as they approached the top.
Rys tightened the arm looped around Severus' neck as he pushed open the door. It wasn't a surprise to find Remus Lupin standing beside the ornate desk. Stiffly, Severus moved into the room, sitting in the chair in front of the desk with Rys in his lap.
"Good morning, Severus and…Rys. Tea?"
A house-elf popped up with a tray before Severus could answer, setting it beside them.
"Hello, Severus." Lupin took a step towards them, appearing thinner and more scared than Severus remembered. "And this fine looking boy is?"
Rys looked up with a frown, examining Lupin, tensing as the man took another step. Severus held his breath as Lupin knelt down in front of them. Swallowing the panic that threatened to strangle him, Severus felt the weight of Dumbledore's scrutiny.
"My name is Remus and I was a friend of your mummy and…daddy James."
Rys nodded, his finger going to his mouth in a nervous gesture, but otherwise didn't move.
"You used to call me Moony."
Rys nodded again, his whole body relaxing slightly, but he didn't move towards Lupin, instead using his damp finger, to point to himself. "'M Rys and t’is is my daddy."
"Yes." Lupin smiled. "Your daddy and I were in school together."
"Yes, yes, Remus. Please, everyone drink up." Dumbledore seemed impatient.
Severus picked up a mug of foamy milk and held it while Rys blew on it as he would tea. Lupin retreated and Severus found himself disappointed that Rys hadn't outright rejected the werewolf. His son's reluctance to immediately accept Lupin did make him feel vindicated to some degree, as Rys seemed to have an uncanny ability to know whom to trust.
"Remus has come back to start a day school for the younger children in the area. I'm hoping Sirius will consider assisting as well, and I am sure that there are those among the staff who would assist." Dumbledore smiled patronizingly. "Professor Rutledge has already volunteered."
"And Lupin's monthly problem?" Severus sneered. "How are you going to guarantee the children's safety?"
Dumbledore's smile became glacial. "I don't believe we'll be having the children attending classes after moonrise, Severus."
Rys stiffened at the tone and pushed the mug away from him. "It tas'es bad, Daddy."
Severus looked at Rys' face before lifting the mug and sniffing it. "Eggnog? You gave a two-year-old spiced eggnog?"
Dumbledore sipped at his own mug, eyes sharp, as even Lupin looked down at him in surprise. "Young Rys needs to learn to appreciate the finer things, Severus."
Anger flared through him and Severus set the mug down carefully, as he wouldn't give Dumbledore the satisfaction of seeing it, and stood. "I will educate my son as I see fit, Headmaster, but I'll take your idea of a day school under advisement. Good day."
Pivoting on his heel, Severus carried Rys out the door.
Skating Along
Severus Flooed to the cottage in Hogsmeade at lunch, knowing he had a free period afterwards. Hannah was taking the boys ice-skating on the pond at her in-laws’ property and Sirius was going along to help. Still feeling unsettled about the meeting in Dumbledore's office the morning before, Severus wanted a chance to discuss it with Sirius before owling Bernard for his thoughts.
Concentrating on the Heritage ring Rys wore, Severus Apparated to him. Unfortunately, the toddler happened to be in the middle of the frozen pond. Severus' feet immediately went in opposite directions and Severus found himself flat on his back staring up at the gray sky.
"Daddy!"
The anguished cry ended with Rys suddenly appearing on his chest, preventing Severus from recovering his breath. Severus could only wrap his arms around his son, the sound of running feet telling him help was on the way.
"Merlin! Did he just Apparate?" Sirius sounded amazed as he appeared beside them.
"I would assume so!" Severus snapped, busy attempting to keep the small skates from damaging him further as he calmed Rys down. "Some help, if you would.”
"Oh yeah, sorry." Sirius reached down, helping Severus to his feet.
"Severus!" Hannah skated over with Kyler in tow. "Are you hurt?"
"Only my dignity, thanks," Severus ground out as he batted away Sirius' over-helpful hands as they brushed snow off his backside.
Pressing a kiss to Rys' temple and reassuring the toddler that he was fine, Severus set him down carefully to resume playing with Kyler. A flick of his wand gave his boots traction and Severus moved gingerly to the edge of the pond with Sirius. As he straightened out his robes, Severus relayed to Sirius what had happened in Dumbledore's office the day before.
"The brandy in the eggnog probably burned the baby's throat!" Sirius growled, kicking at the snow.
"Brandy?" Severus blinked. "The nutmeg was so potent, I didn't notice anything else."
“There's a reason that the students don't get eggnog, Hogwarts house-elves only know one way to fix it – with brandy." Sirius ground his teeth. "Manipulative son of…"
"I've come to trust everything from the house-elves, Altor makes sure it is safe, but I'm sure they had no idea the recipient was a child." Severus took a deep breath. "Now, to the subject of a school, I'm not opposed to the idea, as Hannah says many children are schooled at home."
"I'm not sure I trust Remus." Sirius shoved his hands in his pockets. "How did Rys react to him?"
Severus eyes were on the children as Hannah led them around the edge. "He seemed leery of him, but didn't outright reject him."
"Much to your dismay?"
Closing his eyes, Severus tilted his head back as conflicting emotions battled inside him. Lupin had been his and Lily's study partner the first two years at Hogwarts, before Lupin became best friends with Sirius and James Potter. Before Lupin almost killed Severus. Before Lily had left…
"Severus," his school nemesis stood beside him, "we've all been through life-altering changes in the last year. If you and I can agree, maybe there is hope for Remus and where his loyalties are."
Opening his eyes, Severus met Sirius' without flinching. "I'd embrace the Dark Lord himself if he pledged his loyalty to Rys."
Over the next two days, Severus discovered that the house-elves were determined to bring the Yule spirit into his rooms. Monday evening after bringing Rys home from his ice-skating adventure, Severus discovered the first poinsettia sitting in front of the tapestry in their sitting room. On Tuesday morning, Severus found that his office had a pine tree setting in the corner, and Wednesday, the Potions classroom had poinsettias flanking the door.
"Masly!"
The house-elf appeared in front of him, the picture of innocence. "Yes, Master Severus?"
Severus eyed the diminutive creature, wondering again about Masly's Slytherin tendencies. "This must stop, before my rooms take on the appearance of a pine forest! Please request Mr. Black to find a modest evergreen that we might decorate this weekend at the cottage, and cease with the flood of poinsettias as they aren't conducive to my mood."
A smile might have flitted over the house-elf's face, but Severus wasn't sure as he bowed deeply. "Yes, Master Severus."
Shaking his head as Masly disappeared, Severus realized that he needed to start preparing for the upcoming holidays. If he were to teach Rys about Yule, he would need the traditional gifts for the twelve days of celebration. Father Christmas should make a visit as well, Severus thought as he went about setting up the classroom for his NEWT level students. Knowing that the Dursleys would've never allowed Rys to participate last Christmas, Severus needed to proceed carefully.
What did one get a two-year-old for Christmas?
A Special Boy
Friday, December 10, 1982
Severus looked at the date at the top of the essay and sighed. With the end of term approaching, he had so much paperwork to complete, tests to draw up, and final grades to determine. Rys moved restlessly on his stool and Severus leaned over, brushing a hand down his hair.
"I'll be done in a few minutes, sweet boy," he reassured his son, turning back to the essay he was grading.
The office door slammed open, setting the holly wreath jangling, and the rotund figure of Reginald Rutledge filled the threshold. The man's gray robes were tight, as if accentuating his girth, and Severus refrained from rolling his eyes. Rutledge was a pompous dolt, who was unsuited as a teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but had ties with the Board of Governors.
"Snape! I need a word with you." Rutledge's voice boomed through the small space.
Rys flinched, his eyes never leaving Rutledge.
Scowling, Severus barely spared the oaf a glance. "What do you want, Rutledge? I'm busy at the moment."
"Ah, the boy is here!" Rutledge exclaimed. "Go ahead with your work and I'll just acquaint myself with the child."
Severus' eyes darted up just as Rutledge moved towards Rys, a red and white Christmas cracker in his hand.
"Come on, boy! You can have this if you want." Rutledge frowned, as Rys seemed to shrink away, trying to make himself smaller. "Boy, don't you hear me?"
"Enough!" Severus roared, moving around his desk. "Get away…"
Rutledge threw an arm towards Severus and Rys reared back, flinging out his hand towards the fat idiot just as Severus brought his wand up. Rutledge was flung out of Severus' office and into the dungeon corridor, sliding across the stone floor with a grunt. Scooping Rys into his arms, Severus held the shaking child tightly.
"Severus? What happened?" Remus Lupin stood in the hallway looking between the stunned man on the floor, the silently weeping child, and Severus' enraged face.
"This…idiot entered my office, accosting my son in a threatening manner!" Severus spat at him. "Get this filth out of my dungeon."
With a flick of his wand, Severus slammed his office door shut in Lupin's face, wreath dropping onto Rutledge's face, and carried Rys through to their rooms. Spelling up the fire, Severus sat on the rug, rocking back and forth. Rys had shrunk away from Rutledge, cowering when the man had spoken to him harshly, but had stood up immediately when Rutledge yelled at Severus.
It was almost as if Rys didn't feel he should defend himself, but had no problem protecting his father. His chest tightening, Severus realized that Rys still didn't feel he was worthy of defending. Severus rested his cheek against Rys' temple as he continued to rock slowly. How long would it take his little boy to heal?
"You can tell someone who is being rude to you to stop, sweet boy," Severus said softly. "You don’t have to listen to them yell at you or say nasty things."
"Like un'ca…" Rys hiccupped into his throat.
Severus rubbed his back. "Uncle? You mean your Uncle Vernon?"
Rys nodded and Severus drew him back far enough to be able to see his eyes. "No one is allowed to treat you like your aunt and uncle treated you, Harry James Snape. You're a very special little boy and I love you very much." Severus brushed the hair out of Rys' face. "You've lots of people who love you."
Rys sniffled, dragging his sleeve across his nose before Severus could stop him. "Love me?"
"Yes." Severus Summoned a handkerchief and finished the job. "Let's see, there's Bernard, and Phillip…"
Rys' eyes brightened. "An' Sir'us, an' Kyler, an' Hanna', an' Masly, an' Alt'r, an' Aun'ie Lu'ty, an'…"
Severus smiled and rolled his eyes. "I believe you've just made our Christmas shopping list for us. Perhaps we should start shopping for presents this weekend."
"Presents?" Rys seemed uncertain.
"Yes, we buy gifts for people that we care about." Severus kissed Rys' nose. "And they send us presents and then Father Christmas comes to all little boys and girls on Christmas Eve."
"No…not to fre…" Rys started to mutter, his eyes losing their sparkle.
"Harry James Snape!" Severus admonished gently. "Father Christmas will be here, all you need to do is believe that youare a special boy."
His son nodded, but Severus could see the skepticism in his eyes. Skepticism that Severus vowed to eliminate.
Jingling Bells
Rys ran through the snow, Farsh at his heels, ringing the sleigh bell in his mitten-clad hand furiously. Severus laughed as Kyler caught up with him, but tripped in the snow, taking Rys with him to the ground. The corgi barked as he ran around the two giggling boys. Severus leaned down to help them up, brushing the snow off them.
Sirius had Flooed that morning to hurry Severus along, surprising them with a horse and sleigh ride out into the woods surrounding Hogsmeade to pick out their tree. Hannah had allowed Kyler and Farsh come with them, thankful for some time to herself. The sleigh driver gave each of the boys an old harness bell off the horse’s harness and taught them to ring them as they tried to sing Christmas carols. It'd been a magical morning.
"Kyler!" Hannah waved at them from the back door as the three-year-old ran to his mother with the dog at his heels. "Thank you!"
Severus picked Rys up, waving goodbye to the Mays, and turned to join Sirius, dragging their tree into the cottage. Helping his son off with his boots and jacket, Severus took Rys upstairs to wash his hands while Sirius took care of the tree. Severus was pleased to see the rosy glow in Rys' cheeks and the sparkle in the green eyes as he helped his son use the bathroom.
Rys ran down the stairs in front of him, his soft toy in one hand, and the sleigh bell held tightly in the other. A plate of Christmas cookies and a tea tray sat on the low table in front of the couch. It was the sight of Sirius with half his body inside the tree, however, that made Severus stop, and Rys tried to hide a giggle as they stood watching him wrestle with the tree.
"What, exactly, are you doing?" Severus asked as he seated himself on the couch, lifting Rys to sit beside him.
Pulling his head out of the branches, Sirius glared at him. "I'm trying to get this in the bloody holder thing!"
Severus flicked his wand, levitating the tree without a word. Sirius looked between him and the tree, shaking his head before finding his own wand. Together, they managed to get it into the base and secure it. After a brief discussion on colors, Sirius charmed the gold garland and silver fairy lights on to the branches, before turning his attention to the tea tray. Rys had watched their efforts with wide eyes, jingling his bell.
Leaning down, Severus picked up the small two-handled mug and carefully sniffed it to make sure it was hot chocolate.
"Ah, this smells wonderful!" Severus held the mug out to Rys. "I think you will like this, sweet boy."
Rys looked warily at him before lifting the mug and taking a careful sip, then another, before grinning.
"It's toc'olate, Daddy!" Rys' face filled with delight.
Severus smiled as he sipped his tea and Sirius picked up his own mug as he watched his godson. Rys handed Severus his empty mug, shaking his bell as he hummed. Leaning against Severus, the child closed his eyes and was asleep before the jangle of the bell stopped.
"Perhaps I should just get him a dozen bells to play with," Severus said dryly, glad for the respite from the noise.
"Maybe," Sirius muttered quietly, a pensive look on his face. "I don't think I've ever seen the baby as, I don't know, carefree I guess, as he was today."
Severus brushed the hair back from his son's face, thoughtful. "Indeed."
A Good Boy
"Daddy?"
The tentative voice jerked Severus awake and he sat up in bed, furiously blinking the sleep away as he waved up the torch. "Rys?"
The little boy stood beside the bed, face tear streaked and eyes red from crying, his toy unicorn clutched to his chest. Severus lifted Rys into his lap, feeling his forehead, only to find it wasn't hot.
"Are you sick to your stomach, sweet boy?"
Rys shook his head no, eyes downcast.
Severus lifted the small chin. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"No, Daddy." Rys' lip trembled ominously and he gripped the unicorn tightly. "Kyler gotta 'rite a let'r to Tanta 'cause he's a dood boy." He then burst into tears, burying his head in Severus' nightshirt.
Severus gathered Rys close, rocking him as he tried to decipher what the child had said. Kyler got to write a letter to Santa because he's a good boy. Bloody hell, Severus swore silently, even though he knew Kyler meant no harm with his careless words. He'd thought Rys had been subdued that evening, but had put it down to him being tired. Now, Severus knew he should have asked. Sometime these parenting moments eluded him and Severus could only hope he'd better recognize them in the future.
"Rys." Severus stroked his son's back. "You're a good boy, too, even a better little boy than Kyler. You help me and Masly, you pick up your toys, and are very polite."
Lifting his head, Rys sniffled, his eyes sad. "But, Daddy, no let'r for Tanta."
Reaching for his wand, Severus cast Tempus and saw it was four in the morning. Tuesday mornings included Slytherin and Gryffindor first-years, but some things were obviously more important.
"Then, we'll go do it right now."
Setting Rys down, Severus Summoned his dressing gown and slid his feet into his slippers. Taking his son's hand, Severus smothered a yawn as he led the way to the sitting room. With parchment and quill, they sat next to the window, with Rys on his lap dictating his letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
My name is Rys and my daddy says I am a very good boy. I'd like a wand like Daddy's for Christmas, and some blocks like Kyler has, and a toy motorcycle, and Masly needs a new hat, and Uncle Sirius wants a horse. Please bring something special for Daddy.
Love, Rys.
"Is that all you want to say?" Severus asked after reading the letter back, touched by his son's thoughtfulness.
"Yes." Rys yawned widely, rubbing sleepy eyes. "Daddy? Will Fa'der Ch'is'mas be mad?"
Smiling, Severus laid the quill down. "Santa is Father Christmas, sweet boy, like you are Harry, even though you like to be called Rys. It's just another name for him."
Rys nodded, distracted. "Daddy, look!"
The enchanted window showed a clear sky, stars littering the dark depths. Following Rys’ finger, Severus saw the tail of a shooting star arching across the treetops.
"Make a wish, sweet boy. According to legend, wishing on a shooting star will make it come true," Severus told him, making his own wish to any deity who might be listening for the safety of his son.
"'M wish to be wit' you, Daddy, for'ver." Rys leaned up and kissed him, before yawning again.
Severus felt his heart swell and he kissed the little nose, before standing up with Rys in his arms. "I suspect Masly will know how to get this letter to Father Christmas in the morning. In the meantime, maybe we could sleep a bit more."
Rys didn't answer, already fast asleep in his arms.
Mystical Magic
"A little more to the left, dear."
Severus glared at Minerva, juggling an armful of silver and gold ornaments as he decorated the small tree in his sitting room. Minerva simple smiled at him, comfortably ensconced in his chair, sipping on her wassail. Rys sat on the floor next to her, playing with his sleigh bell and a bit of tinsel under Poppy's watchful eyes, a small spelled cup of warm cider next to him.
"No other anxiety attacks, Severus?" the mediwitch asked him quietly, hands wrapped around her mug.
"Not since that buffoon Rutledge," Severus answered as he levitated a green ball onto an upper branch. "No other accidental magic, either, since that time."
"Any news from Phillip on his research?" Minerva inquired, reaching down to pet Rys’ hair.
Severus was pleased to see that his son didn't flinch away from the contact and he gave Rys an approving smile when the boy looked up.
"Daddy, can I have a bis'cut?"
Severus considered the effect of the sugar versus the pleading in the green eyes. "You may have a small one."
"No, nothing from Phillip, but I know he's been incredibly busy at St. Mungo's with a strain of flu going around. I'll talk to him next weekend." Severus kept his voice carefully neutral.
There were only a few who knew that Phillip Mays was researching a way to remove the Dark organic matter from Rys' scar, and they always spoke in vague generalities, even after privacy wards had been erected. Sirius acted as a go-between Bernard and Phillip now, with his search for the locket mentioned in his brother's will and protecting Rys his paramount tasks.
"He seems to be doing much better, Severus," Minerva told him quietly. "Although, he's still far too quiet for his age."
"He can get amazingly loud when he and Kyler start chasing each other," Severus said dryly, reaching for his mug as he turned to look at his handiwork.
"Daddy?" Rys tugged at his trousers. "The man dave me t'is for our tree."
One hand held a half-eaten shortbread biscuit and the other carefully cradled a crystal globe. Inside was a golden dragon clutching a silver sword, breathing fire. Severus took it gingerly, holding it up to watch the dragon fly in a circle. He heard Poppy gasp as he looked as down at his son.
"The man on the tapestry, Rys?"
"Yes, Daddy." Rys leaned against him, eating his shortbread.
Severus met Minerva's amazed eyes. "Well then, you must help me put it on the tree, sweet boy."
Lifting Rys carefully, Severus moved to the tree where they hung the crystal ornament front and center of the branches, seemingly haloed in a glowing gold aura. As soon as Severus let go of the crystal, the dragon curled around the sword and went to sleep. Glancing over at the tapestry of Merlin, Severus inclined his head in silent thanks to the sorcerer.
Severus could have sworn the figure winked at him.
New Discoveries
A soft ping in the wards told Severus that Bernard had arrived at the cottage. He continued to add chopped sweetgrass to the mixture of juniper berries, cedar, and pine resin in the heavy cauldron. Rys held laurel leaves ready to drop in at Severus' direction.
"Why don't you go to the sitting room and let Bernard know where we are, sweet boy?" Severus told him as the child dropped the leaves carefully into the mixture.
"Yes, Daddy!" Rys looked pleased as he climbed off his stool, disappearing through the door into the kitchen.
Severus smiled after him as he carefully added the rosemary and gave the concoction a final stir as he lowered the flame.
"Daddy! Look w'at Bern'ard dave me!" Rys was fairly vibrating with excitement, a large candy cane clutched in his hand, but he hesitated. "Can I have it, Daddy?"
Severus nodded as he set the stirring paddle aside. "You may have a taste now and we'll save the rest for after the lunch Masly is making."
Bernard filled the doorway, sniffing the air appreciatively. "It smells like Christmas in here."
"Christmas incense, actually." Severus cast a Stasis Charm over the cauldron, gesturing for Bernard to lead them into the kitchen. "I found an old Yule recipe in one of my mum's old books."
"Most people just buy their incense these days, my friend," Bernard teased him as Severus lifted Rys into his chair.
Rolling his eyes, Severus straightened up, catching the seriousness in Bernard's eyes, and bit off the retort. "I thought Rys would like to help me make our own this year. Perhaps Masly…"
pop "I is being here, Master Severus. Would you like tea now for you and Master McBride?" Masly bowed.
"Yes, with some sandwiches, please. Rys can join us after his bit of candy cane,” Severus said, bending down to kiss the top of his son's head. "We'll be in the sitting room, sweet boy."
Bernard followed him, moving to the window that looked over the tiny front yard. Severus could see that it was snowing again, the room thrown into shadow. With a flick of his wand, Severus spelled the fire up and lit the candles.
"Sirius believes he has located the locket that Regulus described in his will, but it's in his family's London home and apparently his mother's decrepit house-elf has taken an unhealthy interest in it." Bernard turned towards him. "The foul thing keeps muttering that Master Regulus entrusted it to him."
"But, at least he found it!" Severus felt excitement well up in him. "Regulus gave his life for whatever is in that locket and it has to give us more information than we have now."
"Yes, exactly," Bernard agreed, giving him a smile. "Sirius thinks that Reg gave it to the elf to destroy, but he couldn't, so Sirius just needs to convince the creature that he could complete Regulus' final request."
Severus nodded, wondering if the vaulted Black charm extended to house-elves. "Phillip will be home tomorrow from St. Mungo's and the students are leaving after breakfast in the morning. Perhaps we can all have dinner together here Monday night."
"And I should have the report on Remus Lupin's activities by then," Bernard told him as Masly brought in their tea tray.
"I look forward to it," Severus said grimly.
Rys, face shiny clean, helped Masly by carrying in the serviettes. Lifting his son up beside him, Severus handed him an apple slice as Bernard filled a plate with a selection of delicate sandwiches. Masly nodded his approval as he brought a plate of Rys' favorite chocolate digestives.
"With the term ending, you'll have more time to do some research,” Bernard observed between bites.
Glancing at Rys, Severus nodded, taking a sip of his tea. "Shopping first, though, as think we have gifts to buy, don't we, sweet boy?"
Rys leaned against Severus, smiling.
Holiday Discoveries
"Severus, a word, if I may?" Albus Dumbledore's voice seemed unnaturally loud in the empty corridor outside of his quarters.
Rys tightened his grip as Severus turned to look the Headmaster. They'd attended the leaving feast early that morning, Severus sitting at the House table with his Slytherins. Rys sat between Severus and Parks, happily listening as the students chattered away about their holiday plans.
"Can I help you, Headmaster?" Severus asked politely.
“I believe you studied with Damocles in London, while you were pursuing your Mastery.” Dumbledore smiled benevolently.
Severus frowned. "Master Belby? Yes, I did.”
The smile grew smug. "Surely you're aware of his latest research into the properties of monkshood and its ability to improve on the lycanthropy symptoms, with the retention of higher intellect during their cycle?"
Severus stared at the man, realization dawning in his mind. "Belby has perfected the Wolfsbane Potion he's worked on for years, then?"
"Yes, and tested it with tremendous success." Dumbledore reached to pat Severus' arm, pulling back when Rys gasped and leaned away. "Yes, well, it's quite a complex potion and difficult to brew, but I thought you could attempt it." Dumbledore's eyes hardened as he spoke. "I'll ask Remus to bring by the research notes Damocles provided. After all, it's the perfect solution to ease your fears for the children. Enjoy your Christmas shopping, Severus."
The Headmaster turned on his heel and disappeared down the corridor. Severus looked after the man, a bitter taste in his mouth at the feeling that he'd been manipulated once again. Potions master Belby had been a hard taskmaster but Severus had learned quite a lot the summer he spent under the man's tutelage. Severus had even helped him with his research into aconite, having his own experience with a raging werewolf to spur his interest. That didn't mean that Severus wanted to be forced into brewing anything for someone who might have an ulterior motive where his son was concerned.
"Daddy okay?" Rys asked him quietly, as Severus entered their rooms.
"Yes, sweet boy, I'm fine." Severus took a deep breath, refusing to allow the encounter to dampen his mood for the day.
Flooing to Bernard's office, Severus held tightly to Rys’ hand as they stepped out onto the London sidewalk. Sirius was waiting near the entrance to Leaky Cauldron, taking Rys' other hand as he fell into step. Rys bounced as he watched the bricks re-form, revealing the entrance to Diagon Alley, eyes widening at the lavish decoration inside.
Severus soon learned that despite the eight months of terror with the Dursleys, Rys' kind heart had survived intact. The toddler had no problem showing his daddy exactly what he thought were perfect gifts for everyone in his life. Severus had gently redirected his son's efforts to get toys as gifts for everyone, including the house-elves. Sirius took Rys' into the apothecary after a whispered conversation, with Severus loitering outside impatiently.
There was an opposite reaction when Severus tried to get his son to point out things that Rys might want for himself. The child still didn't seem to feel he deserved any presents himself and Severus was determined to change that immediately. Severus bought a number of small Yule gifts to give Rys, as well as several that he had made himself, something he remembered his mum doing for him.
"Daddy!" Rys ran towards him, gripping a small bag tightly in his hand. "Un'ca Sir'us help'd me det you a su'prise!"
Severus caught his son, hugging him before settling Rys on his hip. "So I see, and Uncle Sirius can also help you wrap it."
"Already wrapped." Sirius smirked as he took the bags Severus was carrying from him. "What did you say Masly was making for dinner tonight?"
Severus snorted. "Is your stomach all you think of?" he asked good naturedly, as Rys giggled. "Besides, there may not be any dinner if Masly isn't back from the errand you sent him on."
Sirius' face lost its smile. "I'll settle for his success with Kreacher over dinner."
Nodding in agreement, Severus led the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, where they Flooed to the cottage. The small house smelled of the Christmas incense they had made the past weekend and of meat roasting in the kitchen. The pine tree in the corner was decorated simply with a holly and ivy garland and white fairy lights, more representative of the Yule traditions than of Christmas. Sirius set their shopping down in the corner before Apparating away to check on Kreacher.
Rys yawned and rubbed his eyes as Severus set him down, helping his son off with his cloak. Still clutching his small bag, Rys climbed up on the couch and curled up, eyes drooping.
"Sleepy, Daddy."
Summoning a blanket from upstairs, Severus tucked it around his son, brushing a hand through his silky hair. "Take a bit of a nap, sweet boy, and I will be in my lab when you wake up."
"T'ank you, Daddy." With a soft sigh, the toddler was asleep.
With a smile, Severus took his purchases through to his lab and set to work on wrapping the gifts. His mind drifted as his hands folded the charmed paper around the presents, memories both pleasant and unpleasant playing in his head. Severus concentrated on those memories of his mum when he was little and before his father's drinking had turned violent, stolen moments of fun, and his times with Lily, who introduced him to Christmas. Her unbridled joy of giving to others had a profound impact on Severus, who had always treasured the few gifts he'd received in his life. Lily was never so happy as when she made someone smile.
The soft ping of the Floo brought him back to reality and Severus set the presents aside, casting a Note-Me-Not Charm on them. As he made his way to the sitting room, Severus heard soft music intermixed with his son's quiet giggle. There was something hauntingly familiar in the tune.
Stepping in the living room, Severus stopped abruptly. Minerva McGonagall sat on the couch with Rys beside her, holding the music box Severus had given Lily when they were twelve. The tiny Christmas tree turned on its red platform, O Tannenbaum playing as it revolved. Minerva set the wooden box into Rys' hands.
"Daddy! Look! T'is was Mummy's!" His son's face was fairly glowing.
Severus sat heavily beside Rys, pulling his son and the music box into his lap. Together, they watched the Christmas tree go around.
"Happy Christmas and a Blessed Yule, Severus." Minerva patted his hand.
The Wisdom of Friends
Severus watched through the frosted window as his son ran around the backyard with Kyler and Farsh, the low-slung corgi amusing as he tried to maneuver through the deep snow. Sirius stood at his elbow, both pointedly ignoring the gold locket sitting on the table in front of the couch. Bernard walked in from the kitchen, carrying a tray with glasses of firewhisky. Silently, he passed the glasses around as they all stood by the tree.
"A toast to Sirius and Masly: congratulations on getting the Slytherin locket!"
Severus raised his glass in salute before taking a small sip of the amber liquid filled with orange swirls of flame. It seared his throat as he swallowed, but Severus was determined not to choke. It was a sharp reminder of why Severus didn't care for whisky. He walked over to the table, staring down at the locket, and could almost feel the malevolent pull of Dark magic.
"Daddy!" Rys burst through the door, hurling himself at Severus.
"Rys! Don't track that snow in!" Severus snapped.
Rys stopped instantly, his lip wobbling, as he looked up, at Severus. Severus frowned, trying to figure out why he was suddenly irritated. A sharp tug on his arm pulled him away from the table, and his head seemed to clear.
Sirius looked at him grimly. "The bloody thing is like a Dementor, seems to suck the good out of you if you get too close."
Taking a deep breath, Severus knelt and opened his arms. Rys moved into them, although slower than Severus liked. Hugging his son tightly, Severus knew he was forgiven when a cold nose press into his throat.
"I'm sorry, Rys, I didn't mean to be short with you." Severus felt the tears on the cold cheeks, his heart constricting.
A heavy hand fell on Severus' shoulder and he knew that Phillip Mays had come in as well. "Rys told us all about his Yule present; he seems quite taken with the coloured paper."
Easing Rys back, Severus used his thumbs to wipe away the tears on his son's cheeks, leaning in to kiss his nose. Rys gave him a small, watery smile as Severus helped him off with his hat and scarf, before taking his jacket and then his boots. Kissing Rys' forehead, Severus stood, fingers smoothing the tousled hair.
"Why don't you go look on your bed, sweet boy? Uncle Sirius brought you a Yule gift as well."
Smile restored, Rys trotted up the stairs, but not without a look over his shoulder.
"You need to stay away from that thing, Severus," Sirius muttered as they watched Phillip crouch by the table, examining the locket.
Bernard watched silently, moving to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sirius as Severus stood at the bottom of the stairs so he could intercept Rys as he came back down. Phillip gingerly picked the heart-shaped gold up, holding it in the palm of his hand as he cast several spells on it. The locket crackled with magic and Phillip dropped it back onto the table hastily before standing, rubbing his palm against his cloak.
Glancing up the stairs, Severus turned to look at the three men lined up across the table from him. "You lot look like an Interrogation Squad from the Ministry of Magic," Severus quipped.
Bernard laughed as Sirius smirked. "More like the Three Wise Men, considering the season!"
"Hardly that, Black." Severus was glad for the lightened atmosphere, until he looked at Phillip's set face. "Phillip?"
"It's the same Dark-tainted organic matter, Severus." Phillip carefully levitated the locket as small footsteps were heard upstairs. "This needs to be secured in something solid, like those stone canisters in your lab."
Severus nodded as Phillip moved towards the kitchen. "Use the black granite one, the white canister is full of stocking stuffers."
"Daddy? T'is Un'ca Sir'us pres'nt?" Rys came slowly down the stairs, a wrapped gift in his hand, a woeful look on his face.
Swearing silently, Severus extended his arms, lifting his son into a tight embrace. He'd purposely left unwrapped the assortment of coloured paper and crayons he'd given Rys as his first Yule gift, after the little boy's reaction to his birthday gifts. With a jerk of his head, Bernard followed Phillip into the kitchen and Sirius stood nervously beside the couch. Severus met the questioning dark eyes as he carried Rys to the fireplace, sitting on the floor under the stockings hung from the mantle.
"Rys has had a bad experience in the past with wrapped presents," Severus told Sirius with a pointed look between the man and the toddler.
With a grin, Sirius transformed and bounded over as Rys shrieked with delight. Using his paws, the Animagus began to tear the paper and, after a moment of hesitation, Rys joined in. Watching them, Severus tried to keep his mind off the revelation that the Dark-tainted substance contained in the locket Regulus Black died for stealing, was the same as the organic matter in the scar on his son's forehead. A locket that the Black house-elf, even with the formidable magic those creatures possessed, had been unable to destroy.
How was he going to find a way to remove the Dark matter from Rys' scar without hurting his son? Feeling overwhelmed, Severus could only hold on to Rys and make appreciative noises over the beautiful picture book Rys had unwrapped.
Santa's Gift
"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…"
Severus pulled the blanket higher as he read to the toddler from the book Sirius had given him as a Yule present. The wind howled outside and Severus could hear snow pelting against the windows as the blizzard raged outside. Stretched out on the rug in front of the fireplace, Rys leaned against him, listening with rapt attention to the story.
The children were nestled all snug in their bed, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Severus had told his son about the Yule celebration, the Oak king and Ivy king, and the Earth Mother. Rys seemed to understand, as much as a two-year-old could. The concept of Christmas as the celebration of a baby's birth was something that Rys comprehended, although the spiritual aspects weren't as easy. Surprisingly, Rys remained stubbornly skeptical about Father Christmas, which Severus blamed on whatever he'd experienced the prior Christmas.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
"Santa?" Rys guessed, excitement in his voice.
Severus lowered the book as he looked into the inquisitive green eyes, stroking his fingers through his son's hair. The blizzard had snowed everyone in, forcing Severus to postpone the small party planned for that evening. Rys had accepted the small Yule gifts Severus left on his bed every morning, but was still leery of the wrapped presents under the tree. The gathering tonight was to be a gift exchange with the Mays, where Severus hoped that Rys would watch Kyler happily opening his presents and follow his example. Instead, they were snowed in and Rys still skittish about opening gifts.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
"Daddy? Can Santa fin' us in the snow?" Rys asked sleepily, wiggling under Severus' arm to snuggle closer.
"Yes, sweet boy, Santa can find us anywhere," Severus said carefully, mindful of the Dursleys’ actions the year before. "As long as you believe in him."
Rys lifted his head. "I do, Daddy!" A huge yawn overtook him. "Han'na says Santa's an elf, is he?"
Severus smiled and closed the storybook, as Hannah must have already read it to the boys. "He must have some kind of magic to fly around the world in a night, an elf, or a wizard."
Rys nodded his head, tugging Severus' hand up to his chest, fingers playing with his ring. "Santa bring difts for Daddy, too!" Rys said firmly. "Daddy's a dood boy!
"Santa won't be bringing anything if a certain sweet boy isn't asleep soon."
Severus hugged him before extracting his hand and standing up. It didn't take much coaxing to get Rys into bed, the toddler anxiously watching out his window for Santa and his eight tiny reindeer. It was wonderful to see his son act like a normal toddler.
"Daddy!"
The bed bounced as Rys climbed up, excitement radiating from him as he patted Severus' face. Turning his head, Severus pretended to bite at Rys' fingers, sending the toddler into wild giggles. Rolling over, Severus tickled Rys on the tummy before kissing him on the nose. Carrying his son into the bathroom, Severus insisted that teeth were brushed and the toilet used before they went downstairs.
Severus found himself both anxious and excited. He'd allowed Sirius to buy Rys the same toddler broom that James had given him for his first birthday as a Santa present, adding a set of wizarding blocks, some picture books, a bright red ball, and a wooden train charmed to sound like a real one. Severus didn't have a lot of experience with giving or receiving gifts, especially as a parent, so for Christmas he'd wrapped up some colorful jumpers with socks to match and a warm jacket charmed to repel water and snow.
"Daddy!" Rys tugged at his hand, and smiling, Severus allowed himself to be dragged down the stairs.
When they got to the landing, Rys stopped suddenly, his eyes widening. He took a hesitant step forward, gripping Severus' hand tightly as he stared at the toys set out in front of the fireplace.
"Daddy? Santa really tame to Rys?"
The disbelief in his son's voice tore at Severus' heart and he sank to his knees beside the trembling toddler. "Yes, my son, Santa came to you because you're a good boy!" Severus hugged Rys tightly and then turned him towards the fireplace, giving the toddler a little nudge. "Go, look at your gifts."
The glistening green eyes looked back at him. "No difts for Daddy?"
Severus smiled, pointing to several items off to one side. "I think those are mine, sweet boy." He'd anticipated Rys' reaction and bought himself 'Santa' gifts, a nice Wizarding chess set, and a good quality broom, things he'd never had the money to buy before.
Rys knelt down beside him, staring at the broom for a long moment before reaching to touch it. The broom vibrated, lifting to hover just off the floor and a smile split Rys' face. He stood and lifting his leg, straddled it, grabbing the handle to lift the broom higher. His face shone with happiness and Severus' breath caught painfully in his chest. Rys remembered. Sirius would be beside himself.
Casting his Patronus, Severus watched the doe prance around Rys before disappearing through the wall.
Boxing Day Surprise
Severus howled as he watched Sirius slip and slide along the slick path along house, at one point executing a perfect pirouette as he made his way to the door. Even Rys giggled as his godfather stumbled into the cottage, face flushed after his walk from the lane where he'd Apparated to.
"You practicing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies, mate?" Bernard patted him on the shoulder as Sirius dropped on the couch. "Oh, and happy Boxing Day."
Severus watched as Rys carefully carried over the rectangle box they had wrapped together. "Happy Bo'ting Day, Un'ca Sir'us!"
Sirius glanced up at him and Severus gave him a slight nod. Rys had been hesitant at first the day before with the packages Severus had given him, but after a couple had been carefully opened, he'd been fine. That, itself, had been the best present Severus could have gotten for Christmas as had the delight the toddler had shown for each and every gift.
The blizzard continued all Christmas Day, making it the best day of Severus' life. He'd spent the day with Rys, just the two of them, with nothing to do but take care of their needs and play. Rys had flown his broom around the sitting room, rolled his new ball across the floor to Severus, and entertained himself for several hours building a 'castle' out of his blocks, decorating it with leftover tinsel from the tree. Severus had marveled at the little boy's ability to come up with creative ways to do things, although Rys tended to rush into implementing them without thinking them through.
"What could this be?" Sirius asked as he turned the box over in his hand, Rys shifting from foot to foot with excitement.
Severus held his breath as Sirius tore off the paper to reveal a box of Honeydukes' finest chocolates. Rys had chosen it so carefully and Severus could see the toddler's finger nervously going into his mouth.
"These are my absolute favorites, Rys!" Sirius threw open his arms and Rys stepped into them, barely hesitating to get a hug.
"Breathe, Severus," Bernard said quietly, clapping him on the back. "He's doing brilliantly!"
Severus closed his eyes tightly for a moment, listening to Sirius thank Rys for the gift. Opening them, Severus watched his son take a small piece of chocolate from his godfather, glad they'd accepted the man in his life.
"Do you wanna see my b'oom, Un'ca Sir'us?" Rys barely got an answer before he was disappearing up the stairs.
"Severus?" Sirius stood quickly. "Remus would like to speak to you tomorrow or Tuesday, before the full moon on Thursday."
"I will have the Wolfsbane Potion brewed by then!" Severus snapped.
"I spoke to him Friday morning, Severus, and the story he was told is similar to the one everyone else was given," Sirius said in a low voice. "I don't think he's spoken to Dumbledore since the Rutledge incident. He said he'd submit to any questioning you had."
"Does Veritaserum work on werewolves?" Bernard asked pragmatically, exchanging a glance with Severus.
Severus looked at Sirius, whose dark eyes were troubled. "You don't trust him?"
"I don't know," Sirius answered, shrugging. "Remus is upset about what happened in your office, but I don't whether it's shaken his loyalty to Albus Dumbledore. He seemed sincere in wanting to know what has been kept from him."
Severus looked between Bernard and Sirius, remembering that Lily had trusted Lupin with her life. "All right, arrange a meeting for Tuesday."
"Daddy!" Rys stood at the top of the stairs, carrying his broom. "Help, p'ease?"
Protective Mode
Severus carefully balanced the box of potions in one hand as he led Rys outside. Masly had cleared the path between their cottage and the Mays' with the precision he'd come to expect of the house-elf, sharp corners and dry ground. Rys was bundled in his new green cloak, with matching mittens and hat, looking around at the deep snow that blanketed the area with wide eyes.
Phillip opened the door as they approached, appearing blurry-eyed and exhausted. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you brewing these, Severus."
Passing the box over, Severus waved off the thanks. "How are they doing?"
"Kyler just has a bad cold," Phillip said with a worried frown. "It's Hannah who can't seem to keep anything down. Is the little one doing all right?"
Severus glanced at Rys, who appeared fascinated by the large icicles hanging down from the eaves. "He's fine, Phillip, but I'll keep an eye on him just in case." He put his hand on the healer's arm and gave it a pat. "Let me know if there is anything else you need, I don't go back to Hogwarts until Sunday."
Phillip gave him a tired smile. "Masly has been a tremendous help and I'm hoping these potions will fix them both up. Good luck with your meeting."
Severus inclined his head, bending to pick Rys up. The toddler reached out to tentatively touch one of the larger icicles, before turning back to grin at the two men.
"That's a good lad. Off with you now, Severus, we'll be fine." With a wave, Phillip disappeared into the house.
Severus carried his son back down the path and turned to towards the street, thankful for the reassuring weight in his arms. Concentrating on brewing had taken his mind off this morning's meeting. Sirius' house was a short walk through Hogsmeade and with a deep breath, Severus set off down the lane. Rys seemed full of restless energy, twisting around to look as everything as they approached the shops.
Reluctantly, Severus set the toddler down, keeping a firm grasp on his hand. There were a number of people out in the village, but no one seemed to pay them any attention, much to Severus' relief. Their last excursion into Hogsmeade hadn't been quite so peaceful and Severus didn't want to go through that again.
"Daddy, loo't! Rys pointed at a toy broom in a shop window. "Li'te Rys'!"
"It's like mine," Severus corrected automatically, brushing back his son's fringe. "Yes, it's just like yours, Rys."
"Yes, li'te my b'oom." Rys smiled at him. "Can we fly la'der, Daddy?"
"Possibly," Severus hedged as they continued walking. "Let's see how late it is when we get back this afternoon."
Rys loved his 'Santa' gift to the point that he wanted to carry it around like his unicorn, but couldn't without assistance. A tiny jab of jealousy poked at Severus, even though he knew Rys had no way of knowing Sirius had actually bought the broom. Merlin knew the child had been ridiculously thrilled with each gift he'd opened, which he had insisted on doing while seated in Severus' lap. Severus hadn't had the heart to refuse Rys when he asked, a lump in his throat at how far this little boy had come in the past six months.
As they approached Sirius' cottage, Severus lifted Rys into his arms and settled him on his left hip. His wand was in a special pocket, easily accessible. Severus wasn't willing to take any chances with his son's safety. Sirius believed that Lupin was as much a victim of misdirection and manipulation as they themselves had been. Severus wasn't convinced.
Tensing as the front door opened, Severus relaxed slightly when Sirius stepped out to greet them. There was no question of Sirius' loyalty, regardless of whether he believed Lupin or not.
"Un'ca Sirius!" Rys said happily, but didn't loosen his grip on Severus.
Sirius reached up and ruffled Rys' hair. "Come in, come in! Remus is already here."
Straightening his shoulders, Severus stepped inside. Sirius' house was bigger than the cottage and had a large sitting room. Remus Lupin stood in front of the fireplace, hands at his sides, watching them. His former schoolmate bore additional scars on his face and neck, and was thinner than Severus remembered. His threadbare clothing had been replaced with new robes of brown and blue, no doubt a gift from Sirius.
"Hello, Severus." Lupin's voice was quiet and he stood perfectly still, eyes on Rys.
Stiffening despite his best efforts, Severus could feel Rys tense, turning to frown at Lupin.
"Lupin," Severus said curtly.
Sirius stepped between them to sit on the couch and Severus almost snorted as he beckoned to them to sit. Neither he nor Lupin moved.
"Thank you for seeing me, Severus." Lupin spread his hands, palms up, in front of him. "I'd like to give you whatever reassurance you need to prove that I'm not a threat to you or your son."
"Why don't you start with what happened?" Severus snapped.
A wave of sadness flashed across Lupin's face. "What happened? How far do you want me to go back, Severus? To when you and Lily were my only friends, studying in a hidden corner of the library so that our respective Housemates wouldn't see us? Or back to when Sirius and James decided to befriend Peter and me, the Gryffindor misfits, and I chose that acceptance, even though it slowly drew me away from you and Lily? Or back to that terrible day in fifth year when I should have stepped up as a Prefect and stopped James' and Sirius' bullying, instead of turning a blind eye?"
Lupin closed his eyes almost as if he knew that incident, and Lily's refusal to accept Severus' apology, had been the catalyst that had started him down the path to taking the Dark Mark. The subsequent prank, the one that used Lupin's disability to almost kill him, and Dumbledore's refusal to punish Sirius, had sent Severus to the Dark Lord. It was Sirius, in apologizing to Severus after his release from Azkaban, who pointed out that Lupin had been as much a victim of the prank as Severus had. A fact Severus had found hard to swallow.
"I imagine, however, that you are talking about what happened to me when…at the end."
Severus nodded stiffly, holding Rys closer as they both watched Lupin warily.
"After Dumbledore found out about the prophecy involving a baby…"
Severus' chest constricted, threatening to choke him, his thoughts flying back to that time. James Potter had just escaped the band of renegade wizards loosely associated with the Dark Lord's cause, who were more interested in acquiring the Potter wealth than following any pure-blood mania. Lily had sought comfort from him at the beginning of December, and James had made it home for the holidays, after being missing for over six weeks. Severus had just learned of Lily's pregnancy and had sought a job at Hogwarts at the Dark Lord's direction, hoping it would lead to sanctuary with the powerful headmaster. Instead, in bitter disappointment, Severus had relayed what he'd heard at the closed door, both to avoid the Dark Lord's wrath for his failure and to spite Dumbledore for refusing him.
"…and even though it could have also applied to Alice and Frank, Dumbledore made it obvious that he felt the Potters were the target when he sent them into hiding. James and Lily both knew I wasn't a good choice as Secret Keeper, and Sirius was too obvious. Lily wanted you, Severus, but Dumbledore felt that would be tempting fate, apparently. Peter had volunteered but I didn't know who was chosen as I was sent to the Continent on a mission by Dumbledore. It was the only paying job I could get, even though I was working on my mastery in Defense Against the Dark Arts. So I was in Brussels when James and Lily…" Lupin cleared his throat. "When I got back, I assumed with Sirius in Azkaban that they had reconsidered, made him Secret Keeper, and the unthinkable had happened. Dumbledore told me that Harry had gone to Lily's sister, in accordance with her will, and would be safest there."
"How could you believe Sirius had turned on one of his best friends?" Severus said bitterly, knowing the anguish betrayal brings.
Lupin met his eyes. "I thought the Death Eaters had gotten to him – that he'd been broken and wasn't Sirius anymore. Dumbledore didn't dissuade me from that thinking and forbade me from seeing Harry, and sent me to Paris on another assignment."
"Paid, no doubt, knowing money was your Achilles' heel," Severus muttered, the pieces of a long-unsolved puzzle falling into place. "So you believed that you had no option but to bide your time until Dumbledore called you back."
"Or if I heard that Harry…" Lupin paused, "Rys needed something."
Rys lifted his head from his father's shoulder and Severus had no idea when his son had twisted to embrace him. Rubbing his hand over the toddler's back, Severus studied the man in front of him, a part of him still the scared teenager who'd come face to face with a raging werewolf, and a part of him remembering the Remus who had been his and Lily's first friend at Hogwarts. While Lupin hadn't taken part in the bullying as Potter and Black had, he hadn't discouraged them either. Another of the bloody Marauders who had done so much to make his Hogwarts year miserable.
"What is it you want, Lupin?" Severus asked, feeling drained by the emotions swirling through him.
"Whatever lenience I can get from you, I suppose, that would get you to accept me," Lupin told him. "I just want to do what I can to help you and the baby. I've been in London for the past eight months, tutoring several young wizards while I was testing the Wolfsbane Potion. I knew the potion would be the only way I could allow myself to be around children. Professor Dumbledore asked me if I'd be willing to start a school for the children of Hogsmeade."
"Tell Severus what he promised you," Sirius interjected, speaking for the first time.
Lupin glanced at Sirius, before turning back. "Dumbledore said Sirius was here, insinuating that he'd be helping in some way, and that Har…Rys would be in the class."
Carrots on a stick, pure and simple, Severus thought as he studied Lupin. Sirius had stayed neutral in this situation concerning his former friend and Severus had no doubts where his loyalties were, but Rys had been traumatized enough and Severus couldn't justify putting him in any more jeopardy.
"Daddy?" Rys leaned back in his arms, his hand digging deep into the pocket of his cloak. "Man dood?"
"I am endeavoring to determine that," Severus said as he watched Rys pull a small pouch out of his pocket. "Why did you bring the feather Fawkes gave you, Rys?"
"Shows who's dood, Daddy," Rys told him as he shook the red feather from the pouch.
Lupin stared at the crest feather. "Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix gave…"
With a flash of golden light, Fawkes appeared above them, large wings flapping slowly. Rys gasped in delight, reaching his hand toward the phoenix, feather clutched in his fingers. The soft trill of phoenix song filled the air and Severus found himself relaxing as he watched Fawkes settle on Lupin's outstretched arm. Sirius stood, watching with awe. Severus took a step closer as Rys leaned toward Fawkes, the bird's wing tip coming up to brush over father and son, leaning forward so that Rys could stroke his head.
Lupin watched the interaction, speaking carefully. "Severus, what is it I can do to prove to you that I will never be a threat to you or your son?"
Severus watched as Fawkes raised his head, swiveling it from Rys to Lupin. Stretching his wings to embrace Severus, Rys, and Lupin, Fawkes looked at Severus, his trill changing tenor.
"Vow to always be loyal and protect him, Lupin," Severus said, turning Rys in his arms.
Lupin reached out tentatively and Severus watched his son's face carefully for any flinch, but with a shy smile, Rys touched his hand. Opening his fingers, Rys showed that he now had two crest feathers, red brushed with gold.
"I swear to protect you, Harry James Snape, and your father, with my very life," Lupin said quietly.
A golden aura surrounded them, a burst of noise like a hundred carolers with hand bells sounded, and in the next instant, both were gone. Fawkes rubbed his head on Rys' forehead as seemed to be his ritual, before disappearing in a flash of flame, phoenix trill echoing after him. Severus set his squirming son down, watching as he carefully skirted Lupin on his way to show his godfather his new treasure.
Lupin watched Rys and Sirius before looking up as Severus studied him. It would take time to accept this addition to their circle of loyal friends, but it did reassure Severus that those closest to James and Lily had stepped up to help the son James had adored. Severus met Lupin's eyes.
"Tell Master Belby I'll call on him after the full moon tomorrow and I'll take over brewing your potion while you're here," Severus said stiffly, offering the only olive branch he felt comfortable giving.
Lupin inclined his head in thanks before turning to Sirius. "Do you have a rodent problem, Padfoot?"
Sirius looked over Rys' head with a frown. "Not that I know of, why?"
Lupin tilted his head upwards, sniffing delicately. "This is the second time I've caught the whiff of a rat while I've been visiting you."
Surging to his feet, Sirius put a hand protectively on Rys' shoulder. "Bloody hell! Pettigrew!"
Severus looked between the two of them. "What?"
Lupin had his wand in hand, eyes blazing and nose twitching. "Peter Pettigrew's Animagus form is a rat."
Sirius had his wand out, cursing vehemently under his breath as he followed Lupin's example. "I didn't cast any wards against Animagi! It didn't occur to me!"
"There was a large, scraggy rat at the Headland house just prior to Lucius Malfoy appearing," Severus said grimly, wand in hand. "Rys!"
His son was in Severus' arms in a flash and Severus wasn't the least surprised that Rys seemed to have Apparated. He held Rys tightly as Lupin shook his head slightly, seeming to have lost the scent. With the full moon the next day, Lupin's senses would be heightened. If a rat was here, he'd be able to find it.
"Take the baby and go, Severus!" Sirius snarled, eyes scanning the room. "We'll meet you after we do a bit of vermin exterminating."
Severus held his son protectively against his chest, arms wrapped around him tightly. He'd put his trust and Rys' safety in the hands of these men. Nodding, Severus Apparated away.
Chapter 11