Blood Stones (Snarry)

The Potterlings

It was Severus who woke first, admiring his young lover between the loose sheets before departing to prepare the large supper for his coming family. He had overheard Harry mention the idea of a large and full supper like the ones they had at the great hall, so he had taken the liberty of having Kreacher fetch them a lengthy list of ingredients for this. Harry could plan supper another night. Severus spent ample time mixing the stuffing, peeling potatoes to mash, and preparing the bird as well as the ham to be cooked the old fashioned way. He had just begun to chop the mixed vegetables when Harry came hurtling down the steps.

"I've overslept! They're nearly here!" He yanked on clothes and flew down the steps. It seemed almost as though he was at a loss to the frantic man.

"They'll be here in five minutes! There's so much to be done!" He hurried around the kitchen to set out dinner before realizing the table was set for five and food was in the making.

"Did they send an owl?"

"No! No... I can feel them coming, they've crossed the threshold." He started to slow. All of the groceries from earlier that day had been put away, food was being prepared and Kreacher had tidied the house.

"I'm sure they won't notice if we forgot something..." it struck Severus just then that in only a few moments he would be meeting Potter's children.

He began to panic. He felt cold, no, hot. maybe both, he began to wonder if they would like him if they would accept the form he held, the relationship they had begun. What if they didn't know what being homosexual was? They're so young, it felt almost as though he was sweating... he was sweating. Something in his silent reaction seemed to bring on Harry's attention.

"They will love you if you just give them the chance to, okay?"

He wrapped himself around Severus' still body, resting his ear on the wizards chest, hearing his beating heart. His scent was strong of wind, clean sheets, and the herbal bath from that morning. Severus tried to breathe but just felt the anxieties move deeper down and away from the surface. It seemed like no time had passed at all before there was a small, very faint knock at the door. The widest smile appeared across Harry's face. Severus could feel his excitement, his joy. He couldn't say the same however for his own feelings, which could have nearly been described as the fight or flight response. Should he greet them at the door? Stand in the kitchen and hope they don't notice? Would Miss Weasley be with them? Should he run and hide in their nes-

"Daddy!!" The smallest, squeakiest voice sounded the most excited.

He watched as no more than three-foot-tall red-headed pure joy, jumped through the door and into her father's arms. Followed by an older boy with dark hair and presumably an even older one with tussles of brown hair, both with smiles on their faces. He thought about how long it had been since they may have seen each other... and in good mental health on Potter's part. It was then that he realized his presence was ever so obvious and tried his damndest to go translucent but had little luck. He turned away and tucked himself in tightly next to the fridge and continued stuffing the bird... magically. He wouldn't be caught dead... or alive rather, touching that filth.

Harry was laughing as he twirled his little princess in his arms, making Albus smile shyly as the seven-year-old held his own arms open, swiftly being scooped up in his father's arms. James was 'too cool' for such mushy things, letting out a loud groan as he too was brought into the fray, Harry staggering with the combined weight. Although his arms trembled, he felt light as a feather! His kids were in his arms, safe and sound.

"Dad, enough already!" James cried in faux indignation, his own laughter ruining the effect as he tried to block his face with his arms, only to be swiftly jabbed by Lily.