Severus Snape X Reader ( Never )

Chapter 13

You rubbed circles on Harry's back as he vomited into a nearby bush. You tried your best to sooth him, knowing it didnt really make difference. Harry spit the last of the bile from his mouth out, and held on to his trolly for support.

"Youre alright." You coo'd, as Harry looked at you, his eyes red from strain.

"What was that, Professor?" He coughed. "Where are we?"

"Welcome to my home, Harry" You did a mock bow, getting a giggle out of the boy.

The simple two story house wasnt much to look at, but it was home. The outside a pale grey colour with a simple black tile roof. You ushered the boy inside from the cold of the winter air, before closing the door.

"Wow." Harry breathed, looking around the living area.

The navy blue painted walls were decorated with pictures of your parents and family photos. Shelves with books lined one wall, covering an entire area themselves. Harry walked over to the books, eyeing the titles on their spines. His eyes seemed to light up at one in particular.

Seekers Simple Secrets

You walked behind Harry, reaching up and grabbing the book. Giving the boy a smirk, you handed it to him. Harry looked at you, bewilderment and excitement evident on his face. "Keep it. You need it more than I do."

Just Harrys first day at Hogwarts, he managed to impress Professor McGonagall and land himself and Seekers position for Gryffindors Quidditch team. He showed he had the born and ripe talent when he caught some ball during flying classes.

"I couldn't, Professor" Harry stumbled over his words.

"You can, and you will." You raised an eyebrow at him, his face still beaming with excitement. "Now come, I'll show you to your room."

You walked into the kitchen and up the stairs. You pointed to the bathroom and your room before stopping infront of the guest room.

"Like I pointed out, my room is right across the hall should you need me at night." You smiled at Harry who nodded in return. "Why don't you get settled in while I make dinner yea?"

"Do you want help?" Harry asked.

"You know how to cook?" You raised your brows in surprise and questioned.

"I help Aunt Petunia some times." He shrugged.

"Get settled into your room and washed up first." You said before ruffling the boys hair, and walking back down the stairs.

You walked down the stairs, jumping off the third step and landing with a loud thud. You took an deep breath before opening the fridge, a moment of realization smacking you in the face. You had no food in the house. Of course you didnt. You hadn't been home in since the start of term.

"Everything alright, professor?" Harry stood in the kitchen entry way, eyeing you carefully.

"How do you feel about a late night grocery shop?" You beamed, hiding your frustration.

"As long as we don't do whatever that transporting spell was again, absolutely." Harry scrunched his face, his hand instantly clenching his stomach.

"Oh please, it wasnt that bad." You rolled your eyes playfully.

You knew having the young Harry Potter stay with you during holiday was a good idea. He was a bright boy from what you had seen in class. He spoke his mind and was open to try anything. You chuckled inwardly remembering when Harry couldnt quite get a spell right in class. He turned his friend Weasleys hair a bright pink when he was supposed to mend a self inflicted scratch on the gingers boys face. You still weren't quite sure how he managed that.

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"That was amazing, Professor." Harry sighed, his belly now full.

"Im glad you liked it. I don't cook often, eating the occasional muggle frozen dinners. " You smirked.

"Yea, Uncle Vernon buys those sometimes. Theyre not that great" He shook his head, his glasses falling down his nose.

"Hey now. They arent that bad." You laughed.

Harry had begun to grab the dishes from the table when you smacked at his hand. Not hard of course but Harry still mocked the offence, placing his hand on his chest. You told him he was a guest in your house and that he wouldnt be cleaning anything.

You finished cleaning after sending Harry to wash up and go to bed. It was late when a black owl pecked at your living room window. You recognized it to be Severus's. A wide grin grew on your cheeks as you opened the window, letting the feathered friend in.

The black owl had an envelope in its beak, it looked at you with dark shimmering eyes, urging you to take it. You obliged, of course, and gave the owl a treat before it flew off out the window and into the night sky.

You brushed your fingers over the writing on the front of the dark blue envelope. Your name was written in the most beautiful calligraphy, the white ink popped in contrast to the envelope it was on. Your smile never faltered as you opened the letter, and pulled the parchment from its slumber.