Love is the Answer

Chapter one

The sun shone brightly, the birds sang their songs, the wind flowing through the window. The weather is perfect for July 31st. Harry couldn’t help tumbling out of his bed and running to his parents room with a big smile on his face and jumping on their bed.

“Mummy! Daddy! Wake up, it’s my birthday! We can’t let the day waste.” Harry said happily, he watched Severus grumble and grab his wand, wave it with a quiet ‘Tempus’.

“It’s seven in the morning little prince, shall we let the queen sleep in and get started on breakfast?” Severus spoke quietly, he was never a loud man always claiming to save his voice for yelling at brats who don't appreciate the art of potion making.

Harry was soon lifted up by his underarms and hoisted up on Severus’ hip “I think you are getting too heavy to be carried Harry, aren’t you nine now?” He put on a small show and over exaggerated his moves like he couldn’t walk far without struggle.

“I’m Ten!” Harry giggled loudly with a smile, his father ought to know his age by now. “Seriously daddy, one cannot do potions with a bad memory.”

“Yes, I suppose I told you that.” Severus placed Harry down at the foyer “get your trainers on, let’s get to the garden.”

The stories that Harry doesn’t remember as a kid had come true, right after the war they had all moved to the countryside of Wales, in Holyhead. They lived close to the water, Severus kept his promises and had an abundant garden that they worked on near daily. Harry always thought it was funny when his father would leave the summer with a deep tan and come back home on Yule Holiday nearly as pale as a ghost. He had always complained it was being in the dungeons which could very much be true,Harry wouldn’t know since he had yet to step foot in Hogwarts.

Harry hurried to put on his trainers and waited for his father to do the same. Once they both were ready, Harry had run out the door, grabbed his basket in which he would carry everything they harvested.

“Not so fast little Prince, let’s go to the hens first thing to collect the eggs.” Severus chided lightly and pivoted to the left and headed to the chicken coop. The coop was far enough to not hear clucking at all hours of the day.

Severus followed his son into the coop and went to collect five white eggs while Harry went to greet the Hens a good morning. He would find his favourite hen which was a blue silkie that was far more interested in the wizards than the other Silkies.

Once they were done grabbing eggs, putting them in the wicker basket, and saying good morning to the hens as well as thanking them for the eggs, they had finally left to go to the garden.

Severus had yet to know what they were going to eat but might as well get some decent harvesting out of today. “Harry, go pick some fruits you want to have for breakfast, then go get tomatoes off the vine.” Harry did a mock salute and happily made his way to where they grew all the fruits. He grabbed some blueberries from the bush, then moving to raspberries, next were strawberries, and lastly grapes.

He skipped his way over to Severus and held out his basket, he watched as the man placed Cucumber, lettuce, and a few different colours of bell pepper. Severus looked down in the basket pointedly. “I believe we may be missing something.” He stated while looking at Harry with a raised brow.

“I don’t-” Harry began to say before looking at his basket and his eyes widened “I forgot the Tomatoes!” He hurried over to the tomato vines and picked off three tomatoes that looked big. He hurried back to his father and spoke with only the energy of a child at 7:30 in the morning, “Is that all?”

“I suppose it is.” He hummed out and ruffled his sons ginger hair. Severus believed his son was a perfect mixture of both him and Lily. He had lily’s hair and eye color, her smile and her sense of justice which had led him to quite a few time-outs and early bedtimes. Harry had Severus’ facial structure, looks to be his height as he was already taller than his friends, his stubbornness. He had both of their love for gardening, potions, and reading.