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Harry is always surprised by new things, especially the first few months living with his Soulmate. Severus Snape seems like a severe person. In reality, Harry knows his true heart. He’s a bit of a softy on the inside. So when Severus growls at him that he has to take his food supplement potions, Harry isn’t scared. He’s surprised and heart warmed. Because this man-the one a lot of his classmates think would torture you willingly given the chance because he’s scary-is the one that feels the most caring to Harry. When he growls at Harry, it’s usually in concern or exasperation.
Harry thinks it’s really nice to hear his thoughts on such matters. Or rather, his feelings. Harry doesn’t feel nearly as nervous about things like social cues with Severus.
“What are you thinking about?” His Soulmate asks, inky brow raised and dark eyes narrowed. It would be a scary look, if Harry didn’t know his soulmate merely felt curious and amused.
Harry humms over his bacon, nibbling. “You.” He says bluntly as only a child could. “I like knowing you care-it makes me warm inside.” He says with a happy smile at his Soulmate.
Fondness, embarrassment, happiness. Those are the feelings Harry basks in now while they bask in the silence. He makes sure to eat the food in front of him slowly so he’d know when he was full. He didn’t want to make Severus upset again-especially when he realized that Severus had been upset with himself.
Harry had been doing it for the month before the Troll incident, after all. So, it really wasn’t Severus’ fault. Harry really should have known better. But...he’d never seen so much food meant for him. That he could eat before. It was...overwhelming and he’d taken to snatching up as much as he could. So much, that he’d ended up puking after every meal. But couldn't make himself stop.
Until the first time Severus’ saw it. His Soulmate had been so sad. It made a guilty feeling build up inside of Harry. He really hadn’t meant to make him sad. The Potions Master had sat Harry down and explained that none of the food was going anywhere. Harry could slow down, eat without fear of the food being taken away. Or that he’d go without his next meal. That he had to eat slowly so he would stop when he reached full.
Harry hums again, chest warm. Yeah, his Soulmate was pretty awesome. He got landed with the best Soulmate anyone could ask for. “I’m full.” Harry declares, feeling his stomach’s capacity was enough.
Severus looks back up from where he’s reading a book and sipping his morning tea. His dark eyes take in the plate in front of Harry. There’s only a little left over-they always only put just enough on his plate for him. After a moment of consideration, Severus nods his head. “You’re playing with the Weasley Twins today, yes?”
Harry nodded excitedly. George and Fred had invited him. No kids ever invited him to play with them before. Ron had asked to hang out-but that was mostly to talk about Quiddich and play chess. Which Harry wasn’t so good at. (Though he knew that Severus was secretly plotting to make him much better at it, so he could beat Ron). Harry had been nervous, unsure if he was allowed to accept. But one glance at his Soulmate had been all the confirmation he needed. Severus had looked softly at him and had nodded his head.
Suddenly, Harry feels magic tingle in the air and warmth surround him. Blinking down, he sees he now has his winter cloak on, his sweater and thicker socks. He’s also wearing one of the Slytherin scarfs he knows is his Soulmates. Harry doesn’t mind, though. It’s soft.
He looks back up to the man who is nodding approval. “I placed a warming charm on your cloak and the scarf. Be careful, and have fun.” He drawls before looking back at his book.
As it always did when Severus or anyone did something out of concern for him-or to make him comfortable-Harry feels his heart skip and warm to new heights. He grins and just as Severus looks up to him to see why he was feeling a sudden wave of affection, happiness and warmth from his Soulmate, Harry has launched into him in a hug.
“Thank you, Professor!” He says softly in contrast to his tight hug.
Affection, fondness, content. If Harry were pressed to explain the emotions coming from Severus, he’d say their level was that of melting. “Of course, Harry.” The man says, wrapping his own arms around the smaller Soulmate.
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Harry met the two red heads at the snowed over quiddich field. With a quick exchange of hello’s (“Hiya, Harry!”), they got into a snow ball fight. Which ended in the twins teaching Harry the basics of making and throwing the snowball with his magic.
He was having a lot of fun. His face was cold, nose and cheeks flushed and sometimes if he breathed too hard, his glasses fogged up. But he was having loads of fun. He’s a little sad that Ron had refused to come play with his older brothers (“Are you kidding? They’d turn all the snowballs on me in no time flat. No way!”). And Hermione was studying in the Library again.
A soft flash and the sound of an old camera taking a picture sounds. Harry looks over to see the camera the Head of Slytherin had bought him. Harry took it with him whenever he knew he’d be hanging out with friends. Or Severus. So he’d get lots of pictures to fill his album. Harry grinned, wondering what shot the camera had captured and how it would turn out.
The camera floated and took pictures on its own. It was a bit random, but some fun pictures could be caught with it. Once, there was a picture of Ronald picking his nose. Ron had demanded it thrown away, burned. Harry nodded along, but had secretly kept it. It was funny.
Shrugging, he goes back to helping Fred and George enchant snowballs to hit Professors and Students a like in the back of the head. He has to stifle his giggle when they do so.
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In Harry’s Third year, he’ll look through his first Photo Album on a relaxing night. Severus will by sipping tea by the fireside, reading a green covered book. And Harry will startle the man halfway through a sip by laughing in a surprised manner.
Severus will look up with his customary raised brow, only to be met with Harry rolling on the ground, laughing hard. So hard, he will have tears in his eyes. Severus will sigh-but genuinely curious, he prompts Harry to explain why he’s laughing so hard.
Harry-through wheezes and with the biggest smirk in the world, will say, “The Twins and I snowballed Voldemort in the face in my first year." To which, Severus of course-as any sane Wizard would do-spits his tea back out in surprise.
He’ll put his book and tea down. Stand up and pick up the album that Harry was sorting through. The first picture is of his Soulmate and him-Harry having fallen asleep snuggled up against Severus’ form. The second is of Granger hitting Weasley upside the head with a book and Harry covering his face in a laugh. The third is...
Oh. Severus blinks hard. Not knowing whether he should be horrified, amused or something else. The picture is of Harry and the Weasley twins, hiding behind a pillar, wands out and pointing around it. Enchanting snowballs. Which so happened to be hitting Professor Quirrell in his purple turban. Repeatedly.
Which-would be fine. If that wasn’t also... Coincidentally, The Dark Lord’s face. Undecided how to feel, he rubs the bridge of his nose. With a small smile on his face.
Harry will sprint with the album in hand to the Twins and show them. And they will titter and laugh all together.
Still years later-true to a promise they made that day-the Weasley twins opened a joke shop with a plaque that read:
Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, the best joke and prank shop in the Wizarding world. And the only shop owned and run by the only people to ever snowball Voldemort in the face.
But that was still a quite few years out. For now, three unsuspecting boys were currently in the act of pelting snowballs in Voldemort’s face.