Spur of the Moment

Chapter 75

Once Severus woke, he began to heal much faster. The days passed quickly and they were already nearing the end of June. Harry attended each and every funeral, crying at each and every one. He cried the hardest at Remus' and Tonks' funeral. Kingsley, who had been released from St. Mungo's, held him and was the only thing that kept Harry from collapsing to the ground. He cried hard at the funeral for Arthur Weasley, hugging each of the Weasleys tightly. He couldn't believe so many he had known and loved were gone. He had never considered the possibility of losing any of the Weasleys.

It had been a month and a half since the war had ended. Harry had spotted Dumbledore once while he was walking back from a funeral. He had mustered his worst glare and stalked back to the infirmary and to his fiancé. Severus had been moved from the room into the open infirmary. He was the only one there now, but would be released any day. Sadly, Lee Jordan was the last funeral as he succumbed to his injuries just days after Severus had woken up. Everyone else had been released and were now grieving, planning, and helping to begin rebuilding the castle. McGonagall estimated it would take at least a year to fully repair the school.

Harry had waited until Severus was better before telling his fiancé what Dumbledore had done. Instead of yelling and cursing, a tear had rolled down Severus' cheek and he asked to be alone. Harry refused, lying on the bed with his lover as the man cried silently. Severus had eventually reached behind him and grasped one of Harry's hands.

Harry sat in his chair beside Severus' bed. "You're being released and we have nowhere to live."

"I thought we were going to travel," Severus said.

"We can't leave. There's so much to do. The castle has to be repaired and everyone's grieving. You still have to finish healing. We have to have the wedding. Then there's Teddy and the care house. All the children have to be brought back from North America," Harry rambled until Severus put a hand over his mouth.

"Slow down and calm down," Severus said. "We do not have to stay here. You were going to meet with Mrs. Tonks about your godson, weren't you?"

Harry nodded. "I love Teddy and I would love to raise him, but I don't think I can. I've just barely survived a war and I'm barely eighteen. I can't have a baby right now."

"Which is completely understandable. Mrs. Tonks will understand as well. As for the care house, there are many to look after it. You have been helping with the castle, but we do not have to. The children are already being brought back to their families from Montreal," Severus said. "We will have the wedding here. Just a small one."

"Simple sounds good," Harry said. "We still have to wear dress robes though."

Severus rolled his eyes and Harry grinned down at his engagement ring. It had been at the care house in the room they used and Severus had sent Harry to get it the day after the proposal. It was a simple silver ring with an indented line that circled the ring and was emerald green. On the inside was a single word that had been engraved: Always. It now sat on his third finger on his left hand.

"August sixteenth," Severus said and Harry frowned in confusion. "The day for the wedding."

"Why then?"

"It's the day we got together. It'll be a year that day," Severus said casually.

Harry smiled and pulled him into a kiss.

"Harry, Mum wants—what the bloody hell?!" Ron cried.

Harry pulled away from Severus and spun around. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Draco, Seamus, Dean, and the twins were standing in the doorway to the infirmary.

"Ron, I can explain," Harry said, looking at his raging friend.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione asked, looking at him warily.