'Harry James Potter. Graduated with very good grades from the prestigious Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The young wizard spent a year exploring the Mediterranean after graduation before following his friends' example and getting married himself. Currently married to one Severus Tobias Snape, head master of the renowned school, the young wizard has shown no interest in choosing a career, ignoring the requests for him to engage in politics. What will the saviour of our wizarding world do from now on?'
"I want to have a baby…" Harry said as he watched Luna holding the little blonde baby sucking on his little fist. They'd just been to the baptism. One month old. Draco was sitting next to Luna smiling at the baby until Harry had spoken. Then he looked up shocked and slightly worried. Harry glanced surprised at that reaction at Ron and Hermione who also eyed him with worry, Neville was trying to avoid eye contact and Ginny got up for a sudden refill on her drink. Luna was the only one smiling as she cradled the baby.
"What a wonderful idea Harry." She said sweetly.
"Oh I agree." Harry tensed as he heard Narcissa behind him and he turned to see the smirking aristocrat and an unamused looking Severus. Harry simply smiled embarrassed and looked back at Luna and the baby. The little one whimpered and started crying loudly.
"Oh… nap time." Luna said sweetly and got up, leaving the room.
"Oh, we'll go." Hermione said standing up with Ron. "We have to get up early for work anyway." Ron looked bothered with her wording. He was training to become an auror, therefor Hermione was currently the only one getting paid and he still wasn't too comfortable with his wife being the main provider for their home. She seemed to instantly realise his discomfort and smiled turning to give him a peck on the cheek as an apology.
"We'll go too, Neville has an interview with Madame Lonicera tomorrow for his herbology apprenticeship." Ginny smiled happily as she returned. Neville blushing gently and nodded standing. "We'll come visit our little godson soon." Ginny said smiling at Draco who nodded waving them off.
Harry was glad for the change in topic though as he said goodbye to his friends he still felt that they were looking at him funny.
It was possible wasn't it? That's what Severus had told him… although it was a strange way of making it possible but he'd witnessed stranger things in the wizarding world.
He glanced at Severus wondering if he wanted to leave too but that seemed unlikely. "I'll go help Luna put the baby to sleep." Draco said going off. Traitor, now he was alone with Narcissa. Severus beside him didn't count since the other rarely joined in conversations. He simply sipped his drink and judged the speakers.
"So tell me…" Narcissa said sitting down. Harry felt the awkwardness return and wasn't able to look at his husband. You would think he wouldn't feel awkward about family matters after six months of marriage. "When were you planning on getting a little one of your own?" She asked sweetly pouring them some more tea.
"Uh… well… we haven't really… planned anything… yet." Harry said.
Narcissa nodded. "…Yet." She provided and Harry chuckled.
"Oh come on, it was just a small comment… I do want children at some point obviously…" He said and turned to look at Severus. Realising he was expected to say something he glanced at them and simply took another sip of his drink. To which Harry was the one to look at him unimpressed.
"Don't misunderstand Harry, I'm delighted that you think so! Oh, just imagine, a tiny Severus mixing up ingredients to try and invent potions." Narcissa said, eyes closed, fingers graciously covering her lips as she shook her head at the endearing image that must have been going through her head.
Harry tried to picture that and found himself smiling also. He glanced at Severus and saw him look away.
"But so young…" At that Harry snapped to look back at her.
"Excuse me? You made it very clear what you thought about me not getting married to Severus fast enough… Now that I was thinking about having a family you think I'm too young? I'm the same age as Draco!" Harry exclaimed.
"Well… Draco has a job…" Narcissa reasoned. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"What's the point of getting a job I'm not going to like?" he said.
"Well… it's a good environment to raise your children in, having two hard working parents." She said.
"Alright, I think we should go." Severus said starting to stand but Harry wasn't ready to go.
"I'm sorry, just what's your job? To think all this time I thought you were a housewife." Harry said.
"I'm a socialite, Harry." He did not like it when this woman used his first name. "Is that what you want to be a housewife? Doesn't seem very productive." She said. Shame and embarrassment filled Harry's chest and Severus must have felt it as he put his glass down and offered his hand to Harry.
"We're leaving." He repeated in a colder tone of voice. Harry stood by himself irritated by the other's hand offering and stormed past him toward the fireplace, waiting for him there, not even looking back at them.
Severus shook his head glaring at Narcissa who scoffed.
"What? Now I'm the bad guy? Even all his friends know it would be a terrible idea at this moment." She said.
"What my husband and I decide to do is none of your business Narcissa. You don't need to badger him about everything." He said and left to get to Harry's side. Harry didn't even look at him as Severus held onto the other's robes and threw the floo powder down.
The moment they arrived at Snape's quarters Harry pulled away from him and threw his robe over the back of the chair by the fireplace, taking off the nice clothes he had wearing as he headed to change into something more comfortable.
"Are we going to talk about what just transpired or are you simply going to move things around angrily and mutter under your breath?" Severus asked grabbing Harry's robe and going to put it in the coat hanger, before taking off his own and doing the same.
"Talk? You think I'm going to talk to you after you let your stupid friend talk to me like that?" Harry snapped entering their bedroom and angrily pulling drawers open getting his pjamas.
"As I recall," Snape started standing by the doorway, arms crossed across his chest as he looked at Harry walk back and forth slamming drawers shut. "I said we should leave and you decided to continue pleasing Narcissa by bickering like a child with her." Harry slammed the drawer shut so hard that for a second he thought he'd dislodged the whole wardrobe from the wall. He turned to glare at Severus.
"Oh god, yes we get it, everyone gets it." He said throwing his arms up in the air. "I'm too young for you. You know it's hard to move away from that when you and that aristocratic bitch keep reminding me!" Harry yelled.
"Maybe you should grow up then and stop yelling at me when I haven't done anything wrong." Severus said starting to raise his voice.
"I'm too young to have a kid," he scoffed at the idea. "Draco and Luna never got told that I bet." He grumbled continuing on as if Severus hadn't even spoken.
"I could care less whether you're working or not! Or about your age! What your friends and Narcissa are thinking is probably the same as what I'm thinking!" At that Harry saw Severus take a deep breath as if trying to calm himself whilst Harry crossed his arms over his chest.
"What are you thinking then? Don't you want to have a family with me?" Harry asked. He cursed himself internally for sounding so broken.
"Don't be stupid, Potter."
"That's Potter-Snape to you!" Harry countered glaring at him. Severus scoffed shaking his head and made to follow his example and get changed as well. "What is it? What are you thinking? What are you all thinking? What is it about me that you all realise that apparently I'm too stupid to notice about myself?" Harry started yelling again. Snape stopped unbuttoning his shirt and turned towards him.
"I think you're bored, Harry." Harry paused to try and make sense of his words but found no sense to them.
"What the devil is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"I don't want to fight." Severus shook his head going toward the toilet. Harry rushed to stop him shutting the door.
"I asked you a question. What the hell kind of reply is that?" Harry asked. Severus sighed.
"You're bored Harry. You have nothing to do… you mentioned having a baby the way someone mentions getting a pet."
"I did not-"
"Yes you did, and to be honest, most of the time I'm sure you forget you even have an owl." Harry flinched as he realised he hadn't been up to check on Ellwyn in a while.
"A baby isn't an owl!" Harry yelled. "What is wrong with all of you? If I wanted every one of my words to be twisted into some kind of conspiracy I'd have married Rita Skeeter!" Harry yelled turning and storming to the bed grabbing the pillow and sheet.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Severus asked.
"I'm bored remember? I'm making a bloody fort in the living room." Harry snapped throwing the other's pillow at him. Severus caught it by the time Harry was out of the room and snapped the door shut.
Harry grumbled not bothering to transfigure the couch onto a bed. He wanted Snape to feel guilty for angering him enough to make him sleep on the hard couch. Realising how slytherin that thought was he moved the coffee table and slept on the soft rug instead, curling against the pillow and glaring at the small ember crackling in the fireplace.
If he couldn't even say an offhanded comment every once in a while without expecting his friends and husband to jump down his throat what was the whole point of having them?
The thought made a painful lump form at the back of Harry's throat. He'd only been married to Severus for six months. After the honeymoon phase wore off all they would do was bicker most of the time but today was their biggest fight yet. And over something so stupid. Could that bloody mirror had made a mistake?
Harry smiled chuckling softly at the ridiculous notion, so why were tears forming? He sobbed quietly wondering what he'd done so wrong. All this because he couldn't make his mind on what to do after school and after travelling for a while. So what if he didn't know what to do with his life yet? Why did he have to have his life straightened out by the time he was nineteen. He'd already faced more demons in his childhood than most people do in a lifetime. Why does everyone expect him to choose something to do now?
He didn't know at what point he fell asleep but when he opened his eyes everything was dark. His neck hurt and his body ached and he was cold. Grumbling he got up, picking up his pillow and dragging the sheet behind him as he made it to the bedroom. He placed his pillow on his side of the bed and crawled into it, groaning gently as he curled into the pillow again, though the room's warmth was already lulling him back to sleep.
He faintly recalled some movement from Severus, and gentle fingers passing through his hair and then caressing his cheek.
He felt his frown soften gently and soon he was dreaming about a little girl. She would grab random flowers from the garden at spinners end and mash them up in a toy cauldron to show her mushy green results to her parents.