Blood Stones (Snarry)

Fragile Like Glass

Harry set about going to the upstairs rooms. Besides the master, there were two smaller rooms that needed preparations. In two weeks it would be his weekend. He wanted his sweet boys and wild girl happy and snug in beds of their own. He began setting about fixing molded boards and already picturing the types of beds and curtains.

He'd let the kids come with him to a muggle hardware store so they can pick their own paints and curtains. He wanted them to have all their own spaces, and he ensured this by enlarging and splitting one of the rooms, just as the Weasley's often did for their homes.

For now, he transfigured three smaller beds, one was white with gold trim with soft rainbow blossoms adorning its side and flowers embroidered in its curtains. The second bed was a touch larger and had babbity rabbity on it surrounded by toy robots and books. its curtains were light green with silver leaves and baubles along the fringe. The last was the largest, taking on a four-poster look to it, the size of a preteen. It was forest-themed, vines coiling around the posters, the curtains were a mingling of black, blue, and green. It had carvings of dragons and wands conjuring flames. He stepped back and looked at each bed, connecting the rooms by doors. He's more than once caught the boys sleeping in one another's room when upset, and Lily is a bit of a night wanderer.

He made matching dressers and trunks for each bedroom and placed some dressing mirrors. He felt a sweet bubbling feeling in his chest as he left a surprise in the second bedroom of paintbrushes, pencils, and sketch paper in the top drawer. He was always a bit proud of Albus' drawings. in fact, he had multiple boxes full of just art projects all the children had made for him over the years. He was a bit sap in that way. For James he laid out his training broom and spare glasses cleaning set, as well as his -supposed to be a secret-music box under his pillow. The boy loved the gift from his Aunt Luna and would never part with it. So, Luna had conjured two during the separation so that he could have one waiting at each house. Finally in little Lily's room he laid the warrior dolly against the pillows, put up her fairy tale books on the shelves beside her herbology journal from her uncle Neville. He then set about opening the windows to let in a nice breeze to knock the dust out.

"Are they coming soon? You must be excited." Snape had appeared behind Harry just as he was finishing up.

"Very... except that my children explore even more than I did." he admitted a bit abashedly.

"I'm worried Albus or Lily may find some of Sirius and Remus' amusements and go asking Ginny." he admitted with a chuckle, recalling a shockingly large set of smoking paraphernalia that he had yet to locate.

"Do you think any of their bongs or anything are left unbroken up there?" he asked worried as he cast a separation charm to build walls to make the room into three with simple connecting doors.

"I'm sure I could help you find out." With that Severus floated up through the ceiling and into the attic, his feet still dangling through the floor. Upstairs was dark and thick; he waved his wand.

"Lumos Maxima" The room lit up, in it there was a low couch and a rug, and several boxes of which he presumed to be Sirius'.

"There look to be some things, but they're all boxed up. I'm sure you'll have time to go through them"

"Why don't you go on up and I'll fetch some tea" he offered.

He smiled and gave a nod to that as he quickly headed up the steps, wishing this task done. He was not a fan of going through his deceased godfather's things. it made him feel like an intruder.

The floor creaked and groaned from a decade of wear with every hurried land of his bare feet. Was it so surprising one gave way? He didn't utter a single cry, no time for it, as he tumbled down the curved steps, the loud thuds and cracks from the other steps following him until he lay in a pile of befuddled wizard with ringing ears.