Blood Stones (Snarry)

Headquarters

Snape waited the long day for Harry's return. He wondered the grounds, he hadn't been outside in ages, watched as the sun set through their bedroom window- his bedroom... no Harry's bedroom. They didn't share a room... that would just be... Anyways. He watched the stars begin to appear outside.

It was a beautiful cloudless night. A meteorite shower began, this happened often as they were on a more northern land. Sometimes if they were lucky, they could look far into the distance and see what the muggles call the northern lights. Albus used to put on such a show over the Hogwarts skyline. There's a spell you can use that allows your magic aura to emerge from your wand. Usually, its color represented you in some way. Albus' aura was purple for example, Minerva's was green, the teachers often let the auras mix in this light show for the students. They only did it on nights like these.

He couldn't see Hogwarts from the window, but he wondered if the tradition still carried on with Minerva being headmistress. He wondered a lot of things. If there had been another Triwizard tournament hosted at Hogwarts, if the Slytherin students still celebrated the water festival with the giant squid, if Hufflepuff's still had their bake sales. He felt himself missing Hogwarts more than he thought.

He never usually felt so sentimental and wondered if Harry's emotions had some effect on his own. None the less, it was a nice feeling. His thoughts were interrupted by that sound of Harry sliding down the shaft of the whomping willow once more.

"I'm back!" he called, the weight bearing down on his shoulder.

He could have used the levitation spell, but it felt nice that night, once the morning chill that had hurt his joints left, the afternoon had warmed him and left him feeling better if not still sore and tired. Honestly, he was feeling high residual embarrassment. He'd sobbed against Snape! He'd laid in a bed and cried for what must have been at least an hour or two then was whining and refusing to talk to Mr. Diggory like a brat! His shoulders sagged, and once he'd deposited the duffle on the shaky couch, he'd crept outside to watch the stars. He loved them. He used to sit and talk to them when he was a kid, drawing as best he could on scrap paper to put in his cupboard. He'd hung them flat on the low ceiling so Vernon wouldn't hurt them.

"My, my." he laughed up at them, raising his hand and looking through his fingers at them all.

"I never get tired of this." He found himself thinking back on the teacher's light shows.

He'd only gotten to see one due to all the crazy things going on. They had multiple during his time at Hogwarts, but he'd missed them all but once. He wondered what his aura would look like. Anyways, he slowly sat up, his joints popping as he made his way back inside. There he found Kreacher.

"Hello Kreacher." he ground out; he was patiently waiting for what angry thing the elf would say today.

"You left words unread from Auror headquarters Mister Potter." his scraggly voice said.

Harry barely resisted a petulant sigh.

"And I'm sure they are well aware. I'm retiring, and they can't stop me Kreacher. Their messages will remain unheeded. You know that." The elf nodded sagely, before approaching the old duffle bag.

"Kreacher will dispose of, It's filthy. No good." Thinking quickly, not wishing the elf to again attempt throwing out Sirius's duffle, he remembered Snape's words earlier.

"Kreacher... do you mind assisting me, not doing it for me?" he said sternly, reminding the elf.

He'd tried to free him before, but Kreacher refused, and he couldn't very well turn him out now, could he?

"Do you mind assisting me in cooking a light supper... I think I've gone long enough this time."

Severus was out of the bed and down the stairs as soon as he heard Harry call. He noted the large dusty duffle bag along with several other small bags and boxes he had brought. Kreacher was helping him bring his things upstairs.