Blood Stones (Snarry)

What If...

It was the morning light instead of the alarm spells that woke Harry the next day. With a muffled groan he rolled over, stretching as his limbs felt both heavy and fluid, a content smile on his lips as a happy sigh escaped his chest. He reached over and threaded a finger through Severus' hair, petting it downwards so it followed the arch of his cheekbone. He had to stifle a huff of laughter as Severus let out a low whistle from his nose. Harry snuggled closer, breathing in the rich scent of potion ingredients, hair oils, and vague musk. He ran his fingers over the rising chest, the odd, too slow heartbeat strong under his fingers.

With a quick kiss, Harry rose, a strange feeling in the back of his mind being overshadowed by the giddy, airy feeling in his chest and limbs. He felt a warm and near childish grin accentuating his features as he practically skipped to the shower, blushing furiously at the still jelly feeling in his knees. His stomach was growling ferociously even as he turned on the water, letting it fill about halfway up before turning on the shower. He stepped into the hot water, making him relax, the sounds of the shower droplets pelting the water below making him feel even more relaxed as he poured a bubbling potion in to be mixed by the shower and shift the water to a pond green with sweet scents mingling in his nostrils. He rarely did this but... he had a bit of clearing to do after last night. Plus, he was further waking his limbs and softening his dehydrated skin. He was so happy to get to finally do this without pain in his knee and arm, to truly enjoy his bathing as he was excitedly running a list on when he got to see his children...

At the thought of them, he began to hum. The song had been first heard on a record he'd found in his mother vaults after the war. A muggle band with a lullaby to their songs. Thus, why he used to sing this particular one to his sons and daughter. A hopeful tune that slowly began to filter out in lyrics as he swayed himself in the water, standing from the low pool below to wash his hair-voice echoing off the water and tile.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain

Hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that It's a fool

Who plays it cool,

By making his world a little colder

Na-na-na, na, na

Na-na-na, na

Hey Jude, don't let me down

You have found her, now go, and get her."

He was singing and breaking it with humming at the many parts he'd forgotten over the years, eyes contentedly closed as her swaying in the water and ran hands through his hair. Severus was awoken by the faint words and melodies coming from the open door down the hall. Clouds of steam, white and green began to flow into their room, bringing the melody with them. He rose from the bed, wrapped in nothing but a silk black robe with some gold trim and headed closer, but was stopped in the arch of the bedroom door by Kreacher.

"Ah, Master Snape... Kreacher wonders if he can help with anything... sir." He looked almost desperate, as though there wasn't enough to do.

"Would you make us some blackberry tea, and perhaps some breakfast? If you're feeling up to it perhaps you could tidy the house for Mr. Potters children as their arrival is coming soon." Kreacher seemed excited by such a list.