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He started laughing in pure relief, looking at the ceiling and cradling his left arm with his right until tears came. And he just stayed there, on the library floor, laughing and crying for everything this emblem meant, until he managed to lull himself into sleep.
It had been tough explaining to Harry exactly what had happened the next morning. But, where words failed him, just showing the boy his newly acquired emblem made Harry first stare in shock and then start jumping up and down around the room. The event was classically celebrated with chocolate and a trip to Diagon Alley; Severus had to oversee some of the last tests of the Wolfsbane that afternoon in the Ministry, even though he was trying to avoid Fudge who had presented him with an invitation to be present as the guest of honour in a gala he would throw on the thirtieth of July. Harry urged him to go, reminding him that his family wouldn't be back before the afternoon of the thirty first. He then proceeded to pester him about his birthday present that the potions master denied to reveal.
All that talk of presents, Severus knew, was to distract the teen from all thoughts of a certain later he had send first thing in the morning. Harry had written to one Neville Longbottom and had asked him whether he would like to spend a few days in his house over the summer. He had enclosed the address of Potter Manor and the plan was to take Neville to Silbreith from there. It had been all fairly simple as far as plans went, Severus thought as Harry related what he had written exactly over their respective chocolate ice-creams.
"I don't know what would be worse." Harry admitted, steadily turning his ice-cream into mush, twirling it around with his spoon. "Nev writing back he can't come and having to find out everything from the newspapers -I just can't write everything down in a letter!- or coming over and hating me for everything I have kept secret."
"You're the personification of optimism, Harry." Severus stated dryly, eyeing his son carefully. "Have you considered Neville might just take things much more calmly than you expect him to?"
"Because all my plans usually go smoothly, right?" Harry wondered out loud, his head falling on the table. A teenage girl a few tables to the left giggled and then blushed when Harry turned confused green eyes on her. Severus just shook his head at the whole scene.
"I'm just saying you had better wait and see. You might be pleasantly surprised, that's what I mean." The potions master persisted. "Look, should things take a turn for the worse, I'll be right there. You know that." Harry nodded once before changing the subject to the first batch of Memory Spheres put in production; no matter the outcome, over-thinking the situation would only worry him more.
Still, as much as he had tried to reason with himself, he couldn't help the small panic attack that seized him once he read Neville's reply that informed him that, of course, he would love to come stay at his house for a few days! His grandmother had apparently been overjoyed that her grandson had some connection with the Potters -even if Harry was certain she would have preferred that connection to be with his older brother- and having Neville spend a week at the Potter Manor had pleased her immensely. It was with a rapidly beating heart and barely an hour of sleep that Harry arrived at Potter Manor two days later, waiting to pick up Neville along with an unnervingly calm Severus. They had placed their concealment charms for "one last show" as the potions master had put it, and the once familiar blanket of magic now felt completely restrictive on Harry's frame after walking freely without it for a month.
"Will you stop fidgeting?" Severus asked the teen who was waiting next to him as he tried to keep his own demeanour calm; Harry didn't need to see him worrying too. The boy could barely hold himself together as it was.
"I had almost forgotten how the concealment charms felt." He shrugged his shoulders as if to throw the spells off. "It's a little weird."
"Admittedly, it is." Severus conceded. Right then the grandfather clock in the hall chimed ten and the flames in the fireplace turned green in a matter of seconds. The potions master raised an amused eyebrow; Harry had written to Neville and explained that he would be there too so the boy would somewhat ease into the whole revelation plot. Apparently, Neville didn't feel like leaving the widely feared potions master waiting.
"Here goes." Harry muttered as his friend walked out of the fireplace with a bag thrown over his shoulder. Neville had grown up, Harry realised with a start; he had definitely gotten taller and the baby fat was leaving his face. He seemed to be growing into his limbs too, the green eyes wizard noted, as he barely stumbled while walking out of the flames.
"Hello, Harry!" He exclaimed jovially, his voice a bit deeper than Harry remembered. "Professor Snape." The smile on his face slipped a little as his eyes landed on the black clad form of his teacher. Severus nodded as Harry walked towards his friend and hugged him warmly.
"Hey there, Nev! Getting taller, I see!" No matter how worried he was, Harry soon found out his spirits had lifted at the sight of his best friend.
"So Gran says." The teen admitted. "Well," he began, looking around the house "where do I put my stuff?" Harry turned to glimpse at Severus who nodded encouragingly.
"Actually, Nev, we won't be staying here." Harry admitted, looking at his friend seriously.
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