Helping And Loving [√]

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Harry sat in his bed, lost in thought. It was late at night, and he only wore a white t-shirt and boxers.

It had been a week since he found out about Skye, and he could see the exhaustion and sadness of his potions professor every time he looked at him. Now that he knew what was happening, he could see what was happening more clearly.

Standing from the bed, he went over to his chest, pulling on a pair of pants and grabbing his cloak. He made his way out of the Gryffindor tower.

He made his way down to the dungeon and Snape's quarters. Knocking on the door, he waited a few minutes before it opened.

He saw Snape look through the crack in the door, sighing as the dark man opened the door wider. "Come in, Potter,"

Harry went in, and Snape shut the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Severus asked Harry, and he took off his cloak. "I just wanted to check on you guys," He said, blushing, and Snape scolded deeply.

"Check on us? Why?" He asked, glaring at the younger male.

"Well, you looked so stressed and exhausted this past week, and well..." He said, trailing off as Snape continued to stare at him.

"Listen, Potter, I don't want you here trying to help because of your Gryffindor hero complex. So, if that is why you are here, you can leave," Snape said before turning and walking into a different room.

Frowning, Harry followed and saw that it was Skye's nursery. He was watched as Snape slowly sank to the floor. Where his child lay on a play mat, wiggling his limbs in the air.

"That is not why I am here," Harry said softly, and Snape looked up. "I am not here because of my Gryffindor hero complex, and I'm not trying to save you. I'm trying to offer you a bit of help so that you aren't exhausted and stressed from overworking yourself," He said, and Snape sighed but said nothing.

Harry took that as a good sign and sat by the play mat. "How old is he?" He asked, watching as the baby grabbed Snape's wiggling fingers.

"Ten months," Snape answered. "Look, Potter. If you tell anyone about Skye, I will be your worst nightmare, making Voldemort look like a puppy. You are the only person who knows about him, and I would like to keep it as such," He said, and Harry looked up at him.

"I won't tell anyone, professor," He said, and Snape yawned before standing.

"Good, I'll be back in an hour or two," he said before leaving the room.

Harry watched as he disappeared before he turned his attention to the child looking up at him with bright green eyes. His messy black hair was curly and wild all over his little pillow.

"Such bright green eyes," Harry said as he leaned down on his elbow and ran his finger down the baby's cheeks. Making him giggle and wiggle.

He played with the child for almost two hours before Skye dozed off. He laid down beside the child and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he knew he wasn't where he fell asleep. He was also aware that there was a blanket placed over him. And the floor where he went to sleep was also a little softer.

Sitting up, he looked around to see he was now on a bed. He realized it was Snape's bedroom, with the personal items lying around it. He climbed out of bed and exited the room to find Snape sitting in the living room in front of the fire, shaking a rattle at Skye, who kicked his legs as he tried to grab it.

Harry unconsciously smiled at the sight. He never expected he would see this side of Snape.

"What are you smiling at Potter?" Snape asked, dragging him out of his thoughts.

"Nothing," he said as he looked towards the enchanted window on the wall; the sun was coming up, and seeing as he came here last night, it was the next morning.

"Right, well, you better get to your dorm; you have an hour before class," Snape said, and Harry nodded before exiting the potions master's quarters.

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Word count: 692

Published:  July 1, 2024, 12 pm

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