Blood Stones (Snarry)

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'You didn't pull out' the words rang in his mind. Was it even possible? In normal situations a womb would be necessary, two suitable strands of DNA, one from a witch and one, a wizard in order to form a pregnancy but he could have sworn he had read something about it before... He snapped back up to look at Harry.

"I'll fix you a draught quickly." He summoned a towel into the room as he left which landed in Harry's lap.

Snape's dark days hadn't always been useless. There was a time during the preparation for the first wizarding war when Voldemort's disciples were forced to seek out alternative methods of preserving the pure bloodlines. It was very dark magic, forbidden magic that dealt with blood and souls and nothing else good. Though at the time, he had been so caught in between the two sides he hadn't been present for the full extent of the theory. He entered his makeshift lab and grabbed the reliever type potions from a very dusty shelf and set them on the table. He quickly ripped off a piece of parchment and etched some titles into it quickly with his quill.

"Kreacher." he said in a low tone. A crack was heard as he entered the lab.

"Breakfast is getting cold, Master Snape." He began

"Yes... we are on our way down now. Kreacher, fetch these books for me, will you? Quietly" he handed him a bag of gallons and he cracked away. Severus found himself silently panicked for a moment before returning to Harry with the set of potions... something about breakfast. He couldn't look suspicious.

The way the other had stiffened up, the blank look on his face... it set Harry on edge. He went to distract himself, wincing at the noticeably dry towel rubbed against his overly sensitive skin. It felt like an odd pulsing was happening under his skin, an almost wiggling sensation just below his belly button. He chalked it up to his so-called 'first' time being a bit intense... With that thought, he would have gladly taken back what he said about his soreness if it meant Severus would be back there already. The way he had left made Harry worried and confused.

He'd acted odd and stiff like he'd been spooked... Harry's eyes widened as he bit his lip, hands still lot going further to finish the cleaning with the towel due to him being nearly painfully sensitive to the dry terrycloth but that was not what had shocked him, no it was the sudden horrible thought that Severus may be having regrets. He had left rather quickly, did not hold Harry after they were done, was Harry too clingy? Severus was a solitary man, having a lover like Harry, at least in Harry's mind, may not be what he wanted. What if he was sparing his feelings? He rolled on his side gingerly, stubbornly squashing those thoughts down within all the other darker corners of his mind. Severus would never have allowed them to go so far if he didn't at least care... right? He may have simply believed himself to have been too rough on Harry, that must be why.

"I'm not that sore." he said, chuckling as he downed the drink. He held his arms open to the other, offering him to come back to the covers.

The sight was so reminiscent of that first sighting when Harry was panicked and scared in his first astral form... the reminder of how-to Harry allowed himself to be pulled into Severus's arms in answer to his open neediness caused the elder's heartstrings to be tugged.

"You didn't need to hurry on like that, I'm not made of glass!" he laughed, opening the covers, and scooting over in offering when the other made no move, seemingly in thought.

"Well? Shall we have breakfast or sleep it off? The kids have a while yet before they get here." he said patiently with a soothing tone.

Though, inside, dread was taking root in Harry's chest, his whispering and cruel thoughts rearing up a bit... especially when his smile stayed tense, and eyes didn't match. The two of them went downstairs to find that the table had been generously set with breakfast. Omelets this morning. With a small variety of meats, vegetables, and cheeses to make them as they pleased. Also available was apple or orange juice and the other half dozen berry muffins that had been left over. Severus sat down at the table silently, dressed still in his robe and loaded his plate beyond its breaking a point with food as he hadn't felt hunger such as this in over fifteen years. Harry came in not long after and despite his worry, couldn't help but be shocked by the sight of Sir Severus Snape, pigging out. Literally.