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As night settled over Grimmauld Place, a sense of calm finally took hold. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old floorboards and the soft rustle of wind outside. However, this peace was soon interrupted by the insistent cries of Alaric, who stirred restlessly in his crib.
Rosabelle, her maternal instincts kicking in, began to wake, but before she could fully rise, Severus was already by her side. His movements were swift but gentle.
"Sleep, Belle," Severus whispered, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. His voice was low and soothing, the kind of tone one might use to coax a child back to sleep. "I'll handle it."
Rosabelle, still half-asleep, blinked drowsily up at him. She mumbled something in agreement, her trust in Severus implicit, and allowed herself to sink back into the pillows. The weight of exhaustion from the past few days pulled her back into slumber almost immediately, knowing her husband would take care of their son.
Severus leaned over the crib and carefully lifted Alaric, cradling the small child against his chest. Alaric's cries softened almost immediately as Severus began to pace quietly through the dimly lit corridors of Grimmauld Place. The old house was filled with shadows, but Severus navigated it with ease, his footsteps soundless on the creaky floors.
He murmured soothing words to Alaric, his voice a deep, steady rhythm that seemed to calm the baby. There was something almost meditative about the way Severus moved, the way he held his son close, as if protecting him from the world outside. His usually sharp features softened in the dim light, a rare glimpse of the tenderness he kept hidden from most.
As Severus rounded a corner, he unexpectedly came face-to-face with Harry, who was making his way back from the kitchen. Both of them paused, momentarily surprised by the encounter. There was a moment of silence as they both stood there.
Harry's eyes flicked down to Alaric, then back up to Severus, a flicker of surprise crossing his face at the tender scene before him. It was rare to see Severus in such a vulnerable, almost fatherly, light.
"Is he alright?" Harry asked quietly, his voice laced with genuine concern.
Severus, not one to reveal his emotions easily, gave a brief nod. His usual sharpness was softened, if only slightly, by the circumstances. "He'll be fine," Severus replied, his tone carrying a surprising gentleness that was usually absent in his interactions with Harry.
There was a moment of silence, an unspoken understanding passing between them, even though their relationship was far from warm.
"Goodnight, Potter," Severus said, his voice returning to its usual curt tone, though not as harsh as it could have been.
"Goodnight, Professor," Harry replied, his eyes lingering on the scene for a moment longer before he stepped aside, allowing Severus to continue on his way.
As Severus resumed his pacing, Alaric's cries gradually subsided, the baby finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his father's movements and the quiet murmur of his voice. When he was sure that Alaric was finally asleep, Severus returned to the bedroom where Rosabelle lay. She was fast asleep, a peaceful smile playing on her lips.
Severus placed Alaric gently back in his crib, careful not to wake him or Rosabelle. He watched them for a moment, a rare softness in his eyes, before slipping into bed beside his wife. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax, savoring the quiet and the warmth of his family.
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The next morning, the house was bustling with activity as everyone gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. Sirius, ever eager to bond with his godson's new family, took it upon himself to hold Alaric. However, despite Sirius' best efforts, the baby began to fuss in his arms, his little face scrunching up in displeasure.
"Come on, little guy," Sirius muttered, bouncing Alaric gently in an attempt to soothe him. But Alaric's cries only grew louder, much to Sirius' dismay.
Harry, watching from across the room, couldn't help but chuckle. "Here, let me try," he offered, stepping forward and carefully taking Alaric from Sirius. As soon as Alaric was in Harry's arms, the baby's cries stopped almost immediately, replaced by contented gurgles.
Fred and George, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, exchanged amused glances. "Looks like Sirius doesn't have the magic touch," Fred quipped with a grin.
"Must be losing your charm, mate," George added, clapping Sirius on the back with a mock sympathetic expression.
Sirius scowled playfully at the twins, though he couldn't hide his own amusement. "I see how it is," he said with a chuckle, though there was a note of affection in his voice as he watched Harry with Alaric.