After a tranquil midday meal beneath the leafy shade of ancient oaks in the park, Severus began to tuck away the remaining morsels of food and various remnants of their lunch into the quaint, woven basket that Maya had thoughtfully provided them with. His slender, deft fingers moved meticulously, ensuring that everything was packed just so. Once all the leftovers were neatly stowed away, Severus cast a surreptitious glance around, an ingrained wizard's caution of being observed by Muggles. When he was satisfied they were still in their own isolated bubble of tranquillity, he discretely performed a quick banishing spell to transport the basket back to the comforts of their home, negating the need for them to carry it for the remainder of their journey.
With the task completed, Severus stood, stretching out the inevitable stiffness that accompanied long periods of sitting on the firm ground. Extending a calloused hand towards the young boy seated next to him, he helped him to his feet. "Are you ready to go, Harry?" His voice was a gentle rumble, echoing the quietness of the park around them.
The boy, Harry, gave an affirming, albeit small, nod. A serious look was etched on his young face as he reminded Severus of their next destination. "We were going to get some flowers first, right?"
A genuine smile of amusement warmed Severus' stern features, causing his obsidian eyes to sparkle faintly. "Indeed, thank you for keeping me on track. I believe the florist is merely a stone's throw away from here. Would you like to pick something special, perhaps?"
"Can I?" Harry's emerald eyes widened with the proposal, his innocence shining through.
With an understanding nod and an outstretched hand for Harry to grasp, Severus affirmed, "Of course, child."
Feeling the warmth of Severus' hand engulfing his, Harry leaned into the older wizard's side, a comforting touch as they began to stroll down the inviting street towards the florist.
Upon reaching the store, they stepped over the threshold into an enchanted realm of nature. Petals of myriad hues filled the air with a captivating perfume, and a multitude of blossoms in varied sizes and shapes blanketed the shop with a spectacle of colors. Greeting them was a kind, elderly woman with wrinkles etched deeply into her skin like an intricate map of life's journey, probably the store's owner. A sudden realization washed over Severus, sparking a curiosity within him - perhaps he should venture more into these realms of muggle world.
After exchanging greetings, Severus subtly pulled Harry closer to his side, feeling the boy's small frame trembling from nervousness. This was an issue they would have to address - Harry's fearful reactions towards strangers. How was he supposed to return to school otherwise, flinching each time a new face appeared?
Resolving to take up this challenge later, Severus requested for a bouquet of white lilies and chrysanthemums. The woman disappeared into the backroom to fetch the requested blossoms. As she left, Severus turned his attention towards Harry, offering an encouraging smile. "And what would you like to get?"
Harry's eyes scanned the shop, finally landing on a vibrant bunch of red roses. He pointed to them hesitantly.
Recognizing the silent request, Severus raised an eyebrow in confirmation, "Are those your preference?"
The boy nodded, and the pair moved together towards the roses, Harry shadowing Severus. With gentle precision, Severus bundled up the roses, wrapping them in paper provided nearby.
Once they finished their selection, they approached the cash register, laying their chosen flowers on the counter. Waiting for the elderly woman to return, Severus turned his attention back to Harry, a soft concern gracing his tone, "Are you holding up alright, Harry?"
Harry merely nodded, but he leaned more into Severus's side. It was comforting, the boy realized, to have a dependable figure by his side, a shield against his anxieties.
Respecting Harry's silence, Severus simply nodded in understanding, letting his arm rest reassuringly around Harry's slight shoulders.
The woman returned then, carrying the arranged bouquet in a simple yet elegant vase. "Is that all for you?"
Severus confirmed their order, "Yes, and these roses."
Noticing their unique choice, the woman ventured to ask, her voice full of curiosity, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but who's the lucky lady receiving these lovely flowers?"
Severus paused, his gaze dropping to Harry before he replied in a measured tone, "We are visiting Harry's mother's grave today."
The woman's ever-present smile faltered momentarily, replaced by a sympathetic look. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
With a respectful nod, Severus handed over the required amount of money, retrieved the flowers, and passed the bouquet of roses to Harry. "We should get going, Harry. The day's light won't last forever. Besides, I believe the locals take to trick-or-treating and prank playing around this time."
With a dutiful nod, Harry followed Severus' lead. They journeyed down the lantern-lit sidewalks, passing rustic homes and quaint shops, until the front gates of the graveyard emerged from the settling twilight.
Drawing a deep breath, Severus glanced down at the young boy by his side, his voice softer than the rustling leaves around them. "Ready, Harry?"
With an affirmative gesture, Harry clutched a bouquet of roses to his chest as if it were a fragile lifeline. An inexplicable nervousness gnawed at his insides, the reality of visiting his parent's graves settling heavily in his heart. The air around them was thick with somber anticipation as they approached the graveyard gate. Upon their arrival, Harry's faithful companion, Arwen, the mystical cat with the demeanor of a Kneazle, vanished mysteriously behind the nearby foliage.
Severus, wise in his years and versed in the behavior of magical creatures, had tried to comfort Harry. He explained that cats and Kneazles tended to avoid graveyards due to their heightened sensitivities. Although Harry gave a nod of comprehension, the absence of his feline friend only added to his sense of unease. Severus offered reassurances that Arwen would rejoin them at the gate when they were ready to leave.
After much coaxing, Harry permitted Severus to wrap an arm around his shoulders. With a swift wave of his wand, the graveyard gate creaked open, revealing a landscape adorned with stone memorials and overgrown grass.
Severus guided Harry through the aged graveyard, past rows of cold, etched stone, to the final resting place of Lily and James Potter. His visits here had been frequent enough for him to navigate the melancholic maze of gravestones with a familiar ease.
At some point, Albus had planted a tree here, placing a bench beneath its thick, comforting branches. The elderly wizard would often sit and watch over Severus, knowing the impact Lily's death had on him. Being here, in this place of rest, had offered him a bizarre sense of closeness to Lily.
As they passed the stone bench, the remnant of Albus's thoughtful intervention, and the quaint trinkets left by other visitors, they slowly made their way towards their intended destination. Upon reaching the double grave, Harry knelt down before the shared tombstone, his eyes filling with tears as he set down the roses with gentle reverence.
With a careful, trembling finger, Harry traced the epitaph etched above his parents' names: "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."
A solemn moment passed as Harry lowered his hand to rest in his lap, his head bowing towards his chest. "Hi Mum, hi Dad. I miss you," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet graveyard.
Responding to the raw emotion in the boy's voice, Severus stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Harry's back. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a stuffed deer, returning it to its original size with a subtle wave of his wand.
Kneeling beside Harry, Severus maintained a comforting presence, his hand firm on Harry's back as he positioned the vase of flowers and the stuffed deer next to the roses.
Next, he retrieved a locket he'd been carrying all day, laying it gently in Harry's lap. The boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but Severus merely gestured for him to open it. He was confident that its contents would bring understanding.
With a few stray tears trailing down his cheeks, Harry opened the exquisite golden locket. To his surprise, the locket was enchanted, not holding a single picture, but a collection of memories.
"This was your mother's, Harry. She didn't believe in scrapbooks, so she kept all your baby pictures in here and wore it around her neck every day," Severus explained, his voice soft and reassuring.
Harry just nodded and continued to flip through the pictures. The first was a snapshot of his mother and James, their arms wrapped around each other as they gazed down lovingly at her pregnant belly. Their smiles were so radiant that Harry felt his own lips curve into a small smile.
Then there was a photo of his father attempting to feed him some sort of mushy food, only for Harry to spit it back onto James's face, much to Lily's amusement. Another memory showcased his early attempts at walking, a scene he'd seen before in their living room.
The last photograph, however, was one Harry would cherish forever. It was likely the final picture taken of the three of them. Harry was seated on James's lap, reaching out for his father's glasses as Lily watched the father-son interaction with a fond gaze.
Lost in thought, Harry barely registered the spectral figures that appeared beside him and Severus. However, Severus immediately noticed their arrival, his gaze lingering wistfully on the apparition of Lily, his long-lost love, and James, the man he'd once despised.
Gently patting Harry's back, Severus broke the reverie, his voice barely above a whisper, "Harry, we have guests."
Lifting his gaze, Harry found himself looking into the smiling faces of two familiar ghosts. Startled, he barely managed to stutter out, "Mum? Dad?"
Lily approached first, reaching out to place a gentle, albeit cold, hand on Harry's cheek, causing a shiver to run down his spine. "Hi, my love," she greeted softly.
A sense of shyness overcame Harry as he dropped his gaze to his lap. "I miss you," he admitted, his voice laden with sadness.
"We miss you too, Harry, and we will always love you," Lily reassured him, her spectral voice echoing around them.
Harry's eyes filled with a spark of hope, causing an ache in Severus's heart, and surely would have in Lily's and James's, if they'd still possessed beating hearts. "Really?" he asked, needing the affirmation.
With an air of knowing, Lily arched a single eyebrow delicately but refrained from uttering a word. Her emerald eyes held an enigmatic glint, her silence as intriguing as her presence. Across from her, James leaned back casually on his heels, his hand quickly darting to his mouth as he endeavored to conceal a fit of laughter. The playful twinkle in his hazel eyes betrayed his amusement.
Meanwhile, Severus exhaled deeply, his sigh echoing the weight of the moment. He struggled to stand up from the cold, hard ground, his knee popping in protest. A brief wince crossed his usually composed face before he masked it with a stoic expression. He extended a helping hand towards Harry, suggesting in a weary tone, "Perhaps your mother is correct. Let's move to the bench."
At this, a smile broke across James' face, his eyes rolling in playful sarcasm. "Lily is always right, isn't she? I thought you'd have learned that by now, Severus?"
Lily, overhearing this, responded by lightly smacking the back of her husband's unruly-haired head. "Set a good example, James," she scolded gently, her voice melodic even in admonishment, "and stop teasing Severus."
Caught in his playful defiance, James looked downward in feigned penitence, obediently replying, "Yes, ma'am." Despite his act, the persistent glint of amusement in his eyes was clearly visible, revealing the depth of his jovial nature.
Watching the unfolding scene with wide-eyed astonishment, Harry was unsure how to react to his parents' antics. His mind was torn between amusement and a strange sympathy for his father. Surprisingly, this familiar interaction managed to calm his nerves, setting him at ease. It evoked a sense of familiarity, reminding him of someone he couldn't quite put a finger on...
Suddenly, an image of Hermione thumping Ron on the back of his head flashed across his mind. However, he quickly shrugged off the thought, relegating it to the back of his mind for later contemplation. Following his father's lead, Harry moved towards the bench, seating himself next to Severus, a comforting presence by his side. In tandem, Lily and James also migrated to the bench. Lily settled herself next to Severus while James claimed the spot near Harry, their familial bond on full display.
Despite the mild awkwardness, a strange sense of comfort prevailed over the group as they conversed. They discussed Hogwarts, the classes Harry was taking, and some of his recent adventures. Severus watched the exchange in quiet contemplation, soaking in the image of Harry conversing with his parents, something he'd only been able to imagine before now.
James leaned forward, peering around to catch a glimpse of Harry's youthful face. His hazel eyes softened with concern as he asked, "So, Harry, how are you holding up?"
Harry hesitated, his brows knitting together. "I'm okay… But why are you here?" He asked, his voice wavering slightly.
A melancholy smile graced James' face as he regarded his son. "We wanted to bid you a final farewell, Harry. We won't be able to return after this."
Tears brimmed in Harry's bright green eyes, mirroring the pain of impending loss. He instinctively leaned into Severus, seeking solace. From a tender age, he had resigned himself to the likelihood of never seeing his parents again. But with them there, in that moment, a desperate hope kindled in his heart. "You...you can't stay?"
"No, Harry," James replied, his voice weighed down with regret. "We can't stay. Severus here is going to fill in for us."
A wave of guilt washed over James. All this while, as he and Lily pulled strings in the ethereal world to make this visit happen, he couldn't help but question whether this was the right course of action. He wrestled with the possibility of their visit causing more harm than good. Would it truly help Harry, as Lily had confidently argued, or would it inflict more pain on their already scarred son? Ultimately, it was Lily's firm belief that this final visit would aid Harry in moving forward – not forgetting, but accepting and progressing in his life – that swayed James to agree.
His son's eyes, as green as Lily's, shimmered under the spectral gaze of his father. "You're...you're not mad?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
James managed a reassuring smile, an effort to ease the young boy's concerns. His head moved side to side, a silent denial. "Not at all, Harry. There's no resentment brewing within us. You've simply made a bit more room in your heart for Severus, you haven't replaced us."
Harry's gaze dropped to his lap, fingers absently playing with a loose thread in his worn-out jeans. A small nod was his only response. His expression was far from relieved; the doubt was still evident in his eyes.
Lily, observing the hesitant acceptance on Harry's face, rose from her seat. The hem of her spectral dress fluttered as she approached Harry, and she knelt down in front of her son. The fading sunlight seeped through her form, painting a poignant picture of a mother reaching out to her child. "Look at me, love," she requested gently.
His eyes, brimming with unshed tears, met his mother's. Lily, her own eyes reflecting Harry's pain, responded, "What your father says is true, sweetheart. Your heart is vast, Harry, enough to accommodate all of us."
Sensing Harry's continuing skepticism, Lily tried a different approach. "You love Ron and Hermione, right?"
Harry's gaze flickered with recognition and he nodded, his voice carrying a trace of affection, "They're my best friends."
Her spectral lips curved into a smile. "It's like that, Harry. When you met them, you made room in your heart for them; you didn't replace anyone."
"That was different. I didn't have any friends before them," Harry muttered, his voice barely audible, his gaze on the moss-covered stones scattered around the graveyard.
Lily sighed and glanced towards Severus for support. Despite her status as Harry's mother, she had only a year of tangible parenting experience, and it was a long time ago. Severus had taken up the daunting task of raising Harry in recent months, proving himself to be more attuned to Harry's needs and emotional state. From her position as a spectral observer, Lily recognized the profound difference between being physically present and being a distant, incorporeal guardian.
Severus, his usually stern visage softened, extended an arm towards Harry and pulled him into a comforting embrace. His robes fluttered slightly in the cool evening breeze, the folds wrapping around the boy in a protective cocoon. "Listen to your mother, Harry. We all want you to understand that it's alright to feel this way. It's perfectly fine to open your heart."
The soft rustling of leaves under the weight of a gentle breeze filled the silence that followed. Harry, nestled against Severus's chest, nodded, his thin arms clinging to the man who had gradually earned his trust. It was a trust that had managed to flourish despite the harsh circumstances of their past.
The warmth of this bond was a bittersweet contrast to the cold, spectral touch of Lily's hand on Harry's cheek. Her smile faded as she pulled her hand away, her inability to physically comfort her son a poignant reminder of the chasm between their worlds.
James rose from his seat, the setting sun casting long, spectral shadows around him. He laid a comforting hand on Lily's shoulder, his voice filled with regret, "We should be going now. Our time here is dwindling."
Nodding in agreement, Lily turned towards Harry, her gaze brimming with affection. "James is right. Remember, Harry, we love you and always will."
Harry nodded, but then before he could stop himself, a question burst forth from his mouth, as sudden and unexpected as a summer storm. "You don't blame me, do you?"
The couple exchanged a glance before James spoke, his voice calm yet assertive, "No child. Nothing was your fault. We made our choice to protect you, and neither of us regrets that. We would do it all over again in a heartbeat."
"We are also grateful that Severus found you and took you in," Lily added, a spectral hand reaching out as if to touch her son. "We want you to be happy, Harry."
His head buried in the folds of Severus's robes, Harry felt a sudden lightness, a sense of relief washing over him. He mumbled into the thick fabric, "I still miss you."
Smiling at her son, Lily gently placed a hand over James's that was still resting on her shoulder. "And we miss you too, sweetheart, but we know you are in good hands. Remember, although you won't be able to see us, we will always be on the sidelines, cheering you on. We are so very proud of you."
The spectral figure of James turned towards Severus, a newfound respect in his eyes. "And thank you, Severus, for setting aside your differences to care for my son. I may have misjudged you in the past, and I regret that immensely."
Severus offered a small nod of acknowledgment, his voice steady and sincere, "You have a remarkable son. It's hard not to love him."
As the finality of the farewell started to sink in, Lily stepped forward, her spectral lips pressing a cold kiss onto Severus's forehead, and then onto Harry's. "Goodbye, my loves. May you live long and happy lives."
With a last glance at his son, James mimicked Lily's gesture, planting a kiss on Harry's forehead and playfully pretending to do the same to Severus, who quickly pulled away with a scowl. The sound of James's chuckle filled the graveyard before he too, faded into the ether.
"Goodbye, Harry, and take care of your father. He needs you just as much as you need him," were his last words before his figure dissipated, leaving Harry and Severus alone amidst the moss-covered tombstones.
The last traces of spectral light faded away, plunging the graveyard into a serene stillness. Harry, his face buried in Severus's robes, mumbled his last question, "Was that real?"
With a reassuring squeeze, Severus confirmed, "I believe so, Harry; I believe so."
As the sky darkened, and the first stars began to twinkle, Severus suggested they start heading back. Harry agreed and, with a sense of purpose, began arranging the flowers and trinkets around his parents' grave, the ghostly farewell still echoing in his mind.
"It's beautiful, Harry," Severus murmured, his hand resting gently on Harry's shoulder. The warm exchange of smiles was their shared moment of healing, a bond further cemented in the twilight of their shared sorrow.
"Come on, child, let's go home," Severus finally said, his voice a comforting hum in the cooling night. As they walked away, the echo of their footsteps mingled with the soft rustling of leaves, a testament to the bittersweet farewell that had taken place within the age-worn walls of the cemetery.
The nod Harry gave was barely perceptible, his cheek brushing against the smooth fabric of Severus's robes, as the older man gently steered him through the ancient wrought-iron gate and out of the cemetery, the setting sun casting elongated shadows that danced in their wake. As they passed through the portal separating the realm of the living and the dead, a rustle in the undergrowth was heard, and a small, feline figure emerged, bolting towards Harry.
A tiny black kitten, its fur shining brown in the bright sunlight, came scurrying from the undergrowth, its vibrant green eyes gleaming with curiosity. It skillfully darted between tombstones, leaped over a fallen branch and, with a final burst of energy, landed onto Harry's shoulder.
Harry started in surprise, his eyes meeting the curious gaze of the kitten, who now sat perched on his shoulder as if it were the most natural place in the world. A bemused eyebrow arched upwards as he gently patted the feline, his fingers sinking into the plush fur. "Decided to join us now, did you?"
The kitten, unimpressed by the rhetorical question, simply stretched out a paw and batted Harry's nose in a playful reprimand. "I don't like ghosts. They give me the creeps."
"You could have given us a heads up before scampering off, you know," Harry retorted, his tone a blend of reproof and amusement.
A feline grin seemed to spread across the kitten's face as it purred. "And where's the fun in that?"
Harry shook his head in amusement, his smile growing wider as he shared this playful banter with the little creature. As his gaze drifted to Severus, he noticed a strange sparkle in the man's eyes, as if he were suppressing laughter.
"What is it?" Harry inquired, his tone carrying a note of curiosity.
Severus's usually stoic face was illuminated by a subtle, playful grin. Raising both eyebrows, he remarked, "The two of you bickering there...you look like an old married couple."
"Dad!" Harry protested, blushing at the comparison, but his mock indignation was shattered by Severus's hearty laugh.
Still chuckling, Severus extended his arms to pull the boy into a warm, comforting embrace. "I jest, Harry. Now hold on tight, I'm going to Apparate us home."
Trusting Severus's words, Harry held onto the man, his arms gripping the coarse fabric of Severus's robes, his heart hammering with anticipation. Moments later, with a lurching sensation and the whirl of displaced air, Harry found himself kneeling in their cozy living room, fighting a wave of nausea.
As he struggled to steady his stomach, Severus knelt beside him, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back while the other retrieved a small vial from his pocket. "Drink this, Harry," he said, his voice as soothing as the potion he offered. "It'll ease your discomfort."
Harry accepted the offered remedy, draining the contents in a single swallow, his face crinkling at the bitter taste. As he handed the empty vial back, his gaze fell on the small kitten, which had materialized near his knees, purring contentedly.
Taking deep breaths, Harry felt a soothing calm wash over him as the potion worked its magic. Looking up at Severus with gratitude shining in his eyes, he managed a weak smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Harry. Don and Albus will be joining us for dinner soon. Is there anything you'd like to do before they arrive?"
Feeling suddenly drained, Harry shook his head. "Can I rest for a bit? I'm...kinda tired."
"Of course, Harry. Would you like me to tuck you in?" Severus asked, understanding the need for rest after such an emotionally draining day.
Harry nodded, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He was aware he was probably too old for such pampering, but the tender attention brought him a sense of security that he cherished.
With a comforting pat on the shoulder, Severus helped Harry to his feet. They climbed the creaking stairs together, the tiny kitten hot on their heels. The comforting domesticity of the scene belied the emotional tumult they had just weathered.
Upon reaching Harry's room, Severus fetched a soft pair of Harry's pajamas from the dresser. Laying them out on the bed, he turned to see Harry pulling out his well-loved storybook, a routine they had established on quieter evenings.
Leaving Harry to change, Severus promised, "I'll be right back," closing the door behind him to offer the boy some privacy.
Once alone, Harry quickly slipped into his nightwear and snuggled under the blankets, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of his mother's locket, the cool metal a sharp contrast to the warmth of the memories encased within. His heart ached as he opened the trinket, studying the frozen smiles of his parents, a poignant reminder of their spectral visit.
A soft knock echoed through the quiet room as Severus re-entered, his gaze finding Harry on the bed, engrossed in the locket. A tender smile graced his lips as he approached, settling himself on the edge of the bed.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" he asked, his concern palpable in the gentle timbre of his voice. His own mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but it was the well-being of the young boy in front of him that was his primary concern.
Harry shrugged noncommittally, his gaze still fixed on the locket. "I guess I'm tired."
Seeking to provide comfort, Severus reached over, placing a reassuring hand on Harry's. His worry for Harry was growing; the boy had become adept at dodging difficult conversations. Perhaps he should wait for Don to arrive - Harry had been opening up more to him recently.
"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?" Severus pressed gently.
With a deep breath and a shake of his head, Harry confessed, "I...I don't know. I don't really want to talk right now."
Accepting Harry's silence, Severus nodded. "That's alright, child. I'm here when you're ready to talk, and Don will be too. In the meantime, shall I read to you?"
At Harry's nod, Severus picked up the worn-out storybook, opened to their bookmarked page, and began to read. As the familiar tale spun around them, the comforting rhythm of Severus's voice provided a sense of stability in the midst of the tumultuous emotions churning within the room. The day had been eventful and draining, but as they fell into their comforting routine, they found solace in the familiarity and love that their shared moments provided.
A few hours had passed, and Severus, Don, and Albus found themselves in the living room, enveloped by the plush velveteen chairs and subdued lamplight, while Harry still sought refuge in the quiet comfort of sleep upstairs. They had opted not to disturb him, recognizing his need for rest, an act that was out of character for Harry these days unless he was truly fatigued.
Albus, hands encircling a cup of Earl Grey, fixed his twinkling gaze on Severus. "So Severus, you're saying that Lily and James paid you a visit in the graveyard?"
Severus, leaning back against the worn leather of his armchair, nodded, and began to unravel the complexities of their spectral meeting. As he finished his recount, Albus reclined further into the plush couch, letting out a long sigh. He was all too aware of the significant sacrifice souls made to return to the living realm; often these spirits consented to donate their time to guiding lost souls towards their final rest, a daunting task few aspired to.
Concern creased Don's brow, prompting him to place a reassuring hand on Albus's shoulder. "Albus?"
The ancient wizard straightened, managing a gentle smile for his concerned colleague. "I'm alright, Don. Merely lost in thought."
Don continued to scrutinize him under a calculating gaze, but when Albus offered him another reassuring smile, he relented, resolving to dig deeper later.
"Severus, how are you coping?" Don redirected his attention.
Severus heaved a sigh, but held Don's gaze, aware of the healer's determination to dissect his emotional state. "I'm engulfed in a cocktail of emotions - sadness, self-loathing, confusion."
Don left the safety of the couch, choosing instead to perch on the edge of Severus's chair, placing a consoling hand on the man's shoulder. "Why the sadness, Severus?"
Severus sighed again, shoulders drooping, "How could I not be sad after today? Lily and James... they never had the chance to see their son grow up. You should have seen Lily... at one point, she was so lost for words, she looked to me for guidance!"
A somber smile spread across Don's face. "That's because you're an exceptional father, and you know Harry better than anyone."
"It shouldn't be like this! Harry should have grown up with both his parents and had a blissful life with them! I should have been a mere observer from the shadows. It should never have been necessary for me to step in and care for Harry."
"But it was necessary, Severus, and the past is set in stone. You know this," Don insisted, his voice gentle but firm.
Severus leaned forward, burying his face into his hands. "I know, but I'm haunted by 'what ifs.' What if I'd arrived sooner? What if I could've saved Lily?"
With a soft sigh, Don began to gently rub circles on Severus's back. "Severus, we've had this conversation before. Don't venture down this self-destructive path again. Remember the fallout last time?"
With his eyes closed, Severus nodded. He remembered all too well, and Don was right; he didn't want to revisit that darkness. Recovery had been an arduous journey, and he couldn't afford to abandon Harry by succumbing to another mental health crisis.
"Good. Remember, I wouldn't hesitate to admit you to the hospital until you're fully recovered," Don warned, knowing his words were harsh, but understanding that blunt honesty was the best approach with Severus.
Seeing the tension in Severus's posture, Don began to channel calming magic into the troubled man. He had a hunch Harry would join them soon, and it was vital he didn't see Severus in such a state. Harry had enough on his plate; they'd just begun to restore some semblance of peace in the boy's life.
"Alright, Severus, your sadness and anger are understandable, but what's causing the confusion?" Don pressed.
Shoulders shrugging under Don's hand, Severus leaned into the comforting touch. "I'm at a loss... I mean, why did they choose to visit today, of all days? He was already having a rough day, and I... I can't discern whether their visit was a blessing or a curse..."
Don sighed, continuing his soothing ministrations on Severus's back. "I can't fathom why they chose today, but I'm confident they had their reasons. Harry will be fine. If it eases your mind, I'll have a chat with him. But Severus, don't burden yourself with unnecessary worries. As you've witnessed, children are resilient, and I suspect that meeting his parents has mended a large wound in his heart. As you mentioned, they reassured him that they bear him no blame and that they acknowledge he isn't attempting to replace them. These fears have been his constant companions these past few months."
Severus nodded, sitting upright again. Don withdrew his hand, a small smile playing on his lips when he met Severus's gaze. The tension had faded from his features, replaced with a softer, if still concerned, expression.
Patting Severus on the back once more, Don checked, "Feeling better?"
Severus nodded, his gaze drifting to Albus. "How goes the hunt?"
Albus's eyes sparkled mischievously as he acknowledged the change in subject. "Eager to change the topic, are we?"
Severus merely rolled his eyes, fixating his intense gaze on his mentor, which prompted a chuckle from the older wizard. He relished teasing Severus, especially if it served to lighten the man's mood.
"Very well, my dear boy. We've located it in the Lestrange family vault, and negotiations with the goblins are underway. I suspect we may need Sirius's assistance though, considering Bellatrix's association with the Black family."
Severus nodded, mulling over the information. "Do you think they'll surrender it willingly?"
"I can't predict their actions, my boy, but remember, I still have plenty of tricks up my sleeve. Rest assured, we'll obtain it one way or another."
"That leaves us with just one more, apart from the one in Harry's scar, correct?" Severus sought confirmation.
Albus nodded in affirmation. "Indeed, my dear boy."
The seasoned wizard then shifted his attention to Don. "Have you discovered a method to extract the dark magic?"
Don nodded thoughtfully, choosing his words with care. "I've found a possibility, but it's not a simple solution. It involves an ancient spell from Merlin's time that was meant to cleanse a wizard of dark magic. There's a risk that Harry could lose all his magic, but if a powerful wizard does the spell, the risk is smaller."
In the dimly lit room, the weight of Don's words settled heavily. Severus looked at Albus, his black eyes reflecting his worry. "Will you help Harry?"
Albus returned a small nod. "I would do anything to help Harry."
Don patted Severus's back, trying to offer some comfort. "Let's look into this more, see if there are other options. We'll get more opinions before we act."
Agreement passed between them, and Albus added, "We'll wait until we've found and destroyed the last Horcrux."
Severus took a deep breath, the lines on his face deepening. "And after that? Are we to confront Voldemort and kill him?"
The sadness in Albus's gaze didn't go unnoticed. "I will go after him alone."
Severus shot up, his anxiety spiking. "You can't go by yourself! That's suicide!"
Albus tried to reassure him. "Severus, I am old. I'd rather face the danger than leave Harry alone again. Besides, I still have a few tricks left."
Severus sank back into his chair, overwhelmed. "Can someone else help you? Moody? Minerva? I'm not ready..."
Albus gave him a sad smile. "None of us are ever truly ready, Severus. But even if I leave, I won't truly be gone."
Severus closed his eyes, holding back his emotions. Albus and Don exchanged a silent look before Albus moved to comfort Severus. "It will be alright. For now, let's not dwell on this. Even if something happens to me, you will still have a home here. You are my sole heir."
Severus shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't deserve any of it. I don't want it if you're gone."
Albus comforted him. "You do deserve it, Severus. I'll always ensure you're taken care of."
Feeling defeated, Severus simply nodded and let himself be held by Albus. After a moment, Albus suggested, "Why don't you help Maya with dinner while Don goes to wake up Harry?"
Severus, still consumed by his thoughts, absentmindedly agreed. As Don headed upstairs, he gave Severus's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I'll talk to Albus, Severus. Don't worry."
With a final glance at Albus and Severus, Don headed to Harry's room. As he entered, he found Harry asleep, a kitten nestled on top of his head. With a soft chuckle, Don woke the boy up.
"Hi Harry," he greeted gently.
Harry yawned, mumbling a sleepy "Hi."
"Ready for some food?" Don asked, getting a small nod in response. He reassured Harry when he mentioned feeling tired, attributing it to the busy day they'd had.
Don, stealthily cast a diagnostic charm on the boy, not mentioning his silent incantation. He was meticulously thorough, not wanting to miss any potentially significant details. When the spell's results affirmed that everything was as it should be, a comforting smile warmed his features.
"Do you want to tell me about your day?" Don's voice was soft, the kind that cradled secrets and promised understanding.
Harry, seemed rejuvenated compared to his prior state before falling into the refuge of sleep. He nodded and began his narrative of the day's events, carefully preserving every detail. Yet, when he arrived at the portion about his parents, a distant look clouded his eyes, and his voice acquired a subtle edge of melancholy.
In response, Don, with the practiced gentleness of a seasoned healer, placed a comforting hand on Harry's. This quiet action was a silent pledge of his presence and unwavering attention. As Harry concluded his story, Don gave the boy's hand a supportive squeeze. "Are you okay, Harry?"
Harry blinked a few times, his gaze lowered to the familiar patchwork quilt that draped his lap. His response was a tiny nod, the hesitant motion speaking volumes more than any words could convey.
Perceptive as he was, Don immediately picked up on Harry's reluctance to articulate his thoughts. He knew bottling up the troubling feelings would only cause them to ferment into something much more intense and destructive.
"What is it, Harry? Was it something they said?" Don's voice was a gentle coaxing, nudging the door to the boy's thoughts ajar.
Harry shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "No... it's just I'll never see them again...I mean, I never thought I would be able to see them this time... it's just..."
Don nodded empathetically, comprehending the subtle undertones of the boy's pain. "You wish they could stay."
Harry simply affirmed with a nod. "Yeah... I mean I love my dad... but what if?"
Offering a gentle smile, Don assuaged Harry's looming doubts. "I understand, Harry. The 'what ifs' can be quite overwhelming. It's perfectly okay to wonder. But just remember, as much as we wish to, we can't change the past. Things happen for reasons, and we must learn to live with them."
Harry exhaled a tiny breath, his acceptance of Don's words reflected in his thoughtful nod. "Why couldn't they stay though?" His innocent curiosity wrapped the question in an almost tangible melancholy.
Don's heart ached for the boy as he softly patted Harry's hand. "Spirits who have crossed over can only come back for short amounts of time, if at all. I'm sure if they could have stayed, they would have."
Following another deep sigh, Harry nodded. An unusual sense of peace seemed to settle over him. His parents' absence still hurt, but their conversation had cleared many lingering fears, leaving him feeling almost content.
Evaluating Harry, Don attempted to gauge his emotional state, offering an encouraging smile. "Do you want to join us for dinner?"
As Harry agreed, he began to swing his legs off the bed. He stood up and walked to his dresser, but before he could grab a shirt, Don's gentle hand on his shoulder halted him.
"Harry, are you really feeling alright? Your father mentioned that you might be struggling."
Harry sighed and looked down. "Before I fell asleep, I had a lot of questions...but I thought a lot about what happened...and...and I understand. They don't want me to be sad for them for the rest of my life; they want me to live my life. Not forget them, but move on...and I think I can do that. It's not going to be easy...but I have to enjoy my life with you...my dad...the Headmaster...and my friends."
Embracing the boy, Don's voice was filled with sincere admiration. "You truly are a remarkable young man, you know that?"
Harry pulled back, looking perplexed. "Why?"
Don chuckled softly. "Because you are Harry. Now, why don't you get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs, alright?"
With a small nod, Harry agreed. Adults indeed could be so peculiar sometimes.
Before exiting the room, Don paused and cast a final glance over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on the cozy bed and then shifting to Harry. "Oh, and you might want to tell Arwen that Albus has a special treat for her if she comes downstairs."
As soon as the cat named Arwen registered the hint of a treat, she sprang from her resting spot and darted out the door with a swiftness that elicited chuckles from both Don and Harry. As the laughter subsided, Don shot a conspiratorial wink at Harry before closing the door gently behind him.
Harry swiftly pulled on his clothes, following them with a thick jumper pulled snugly over his head. The memory of his father's scolding gaze and a subsequent trip upstairs for not being properly dressed were still fresh in his mind. Admittedly, he had been considerably more comfortable since heeding his father's advice, particularly given the increasingly frigid evenings. He could already envision the landscape blanketed in a layer of snow, a sure sign that winter was approaching.
Satisfied that he was suitably attired, Harry flung open his door and practically flew down the staircase. Mid-flight, his father's earlier admonitions to refrain from running in the house echoed in his mind, causing him to slow his pace abruptly. It was both amusing and slightly unnerving how his conscience was beginning to sound more and more like his father.
As he descended the remaining steps at a more respectable pace, he noticed Albus, standing at the bottom of the stairs, a genial smile playing on his lips. Halting on the last step, Harry waved shyly.
In response, Albus extended his elbow graciously. "May I escort you to a gift for your kitten?"
Harry, grinning, accepted the offered elbow. "Is she already there?"
"Yes, but I believe she needs your assistance to open it," Albus informed him.
Intrigued, Harry followed Albus to the living room corner, where an imposing box adorned with decorative wrapping and a bow awaited. Before the box, an impatient Arwen paced, meowing her impatience. "Took you long enough. Now open it! I smell catnip!"
Harry couldn't help but smile at the eager kitten, then turned to Albus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Perhaps we should wait until after dinner."
Albus erupted in laughter at this, earning an irritable glare from Arwen. Once he regained composure, he winked at Harry, "I believe that's an excellent idea."
The kitten strolled up to the pair, sitting defiantly and revealing her sharp claws as a warning. "Test me."
Albus, amused, descended into another fit of laughter, while Harry, finding Arwen's antics endearing, let out a genuine, hearty laugh. After the day's events, this moment of levity was a much-needed salve.
"Okay, Arwen, you've made your point. I'll open it for you," Harry conceded.
Arwen pranced excitedly around the towering purple and orange package, impatiently urging Harry to proceed. He hadn't realized just how impatient the kitten could be. Shaking his head in amusement, Harry approached the tantalizing gift.
Once at the package, Harry untied the grand red ribbon. As he did so, the cardboard sides collapsed, revealing a spectacular cat paradise. Towering before them was an enormous cat tree, rising four stories high and adorned with numerous tunnels and platforms, all generously infused with catnip. Scattered across the shelves and within the tunnels was an abundance of toy mice and other furry creatures, likely loaded with catnip too.
Arwen dashed towards her new wonderland, scaling the cat tree with feline agility. Harry turned to an enthusiastically laughing Albus, posing his question amidst his own chuckles. "Do you want my cat to drive me crazy, sir?"
Albus shook his head, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he gestured towards the kitchen where Harry's father was undoubtedly busy. "No, just your father."
Harry, bemused, rolled his eyes. "Does he even know you set this up here?"
Albus's grin widened with cunning delight. "I'm sure he noticed it was here, but I never did tell him what was inside."
Harry shook his head, smiling at the sight of his kitten, now a blur of fur as she leaped ecstatically from one part of the cat tree to another. The overwhelming scent of catnip had thrown her senses into a frenzy. "Well, at least I know you'll sleep well tonight, Arwen."
With a gentle touch, Albus laid his hand on Harry's shoulder from behind, causing the boy to turn slightly. "Come on, Harry, let's go have some dinner and let her have some fun," he suggested softly, his voice laden with fatherly affection.
Harry nodded in agreement, allowing Albus to guide him towards the inviting warmth of the kitchen.
Upon entering, Harry was greeted by the sight of both Don and Severus already seated at the rustic dining table, a symphony of mouthwatering aromas wafting from the home-cooked meal laid before them. Severus, noticing their arrival, flashed a welcoming smile and gestured to the empty seat beside him. Harry accepted the invitation with a nod, settling into his place as Albus took his seat. Conversation flowed gently as they savored their dinner, the atmosphere filled with comforting familial camaraderie.
As night draped its inky veil over the day, Harry found himself lying in bed, awaiting Severus's nightly routine of tucking him in. His mind started wandering back through the events of the day. He sighed, rolling onto his side to face the small, ornate locket that had once belonged to his mother. Extending a hesitant hand, he picked it up, gently prying it open.
A sense of awe washed over him, the tiny locket holding so much of his past. His time with his parents had been unfairly short, the locket serving as a somber reminder of this. His gaze softened as he turned to an old photograph of him as a baby, engaged in a playful food fight with his father.
He traced the fading image tenderly, wishing he could recall that first blissful year with his parents. He was sure he was happy then. Not that he was unhappy now, but things could have been so different.
With a sigh, he closed the locket and placed it back onto the side table. He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, a lone arm sweeping across his eyes to catch a few escaped tears. His eyes slowly closed, giving in to the creeping exhaustion.
Next, he was aware of being cradled in a warm lap. Blinking his eyes open, he found Severus looking down at him, a sympathetic smile etched on his face. "Everything catching up to you?"
Offering a small nod, Harry allowed himself to lean into the comforting embrace, feeling the secure hold of Severus's arms around him, his robes soft against his cheek.
After a while, Harry pulled back and wiped his eyes again, managing a faint smile. "Thank you...I needed that."
In response, Severus simply smiled and helped Harry to settle back into bed. "Better?"
Harry nodded, his gaze drifting to the foot of the bed, where his kitten was sprawled out, deep in slumber after an evening of relentless play.
"Do you want me to read some more?" Severus offered.
Harry pondered for a moment before asking, "Can we read 'Life of Pi'?"
Wordlessly, Severus conjured the requested book and began to read aloud, his deep, soothing voice filling the room.
An hour later, Severus peered over the book to find Harry asleep, his breath rhythmic and steady. Gently, he marked the page and placed the book on the bedside table. Carefully removing Harry's glasses, he set them atop the book, then tenderly pushed back the messy hair from Harry's forehead. He then leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his sleeping child's forehead.
"Good night, my love. Have wonderful dreams."
Inaudibly, he slipped into Harry's mind, ensuring his dreams were indeed pleasant. Satisfied, he retreated and rose from his seat. As he moved towards the door, he extinguished the room's lights with a quiet "Nox." But before leaving, he took one last glance at Harry. With a sigh, he whispered into the tranquility of the room, "No matter what, Harry, I will always love you."
With this heartfelt proclamation lingering in the air, Severus turned and closed the door gently behind him.
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