Ambiguous Intent ~ SS & HP ~ PG-13

Title: Ambiguous Intent
Author: [personal profile] lilyseyes
Pairing: Severus Snape & Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 8
Rating : PG-13
Challenge: [community profile] harry100 339: Success [community profile] snarry100 631: Spice / 632: Natural
Warnings: * AU, Harry is seven, mentions of child abuse/neglect*
Summary: Severus meets a child in need – what does he do now?
Part of the Worthy Child Series
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.

Harry woke slowly, warm and comfortable in the softest bed he'd ever felt. Stiffening, Harry had a moment of panic until his memories of the day before returned. Smiling at the thought of his new guardian, Harry hummed softy as he slid from bed, going in search of a bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Harry had cleaned his teeth and gotten dressed, grinning at his own success in finding everything. A different door led to the hallway but Harry frowned when nothing looked unfamiliar.

"Max?" Harry whispered, remembering Severus' actions the night before.

Max appeared with a pop. "Little Master called?"

His wand buzzing woke Severus and he pushed himself into a sitting position as he tried to remember why he'd set a monitoring charm. Once his brain caught up, Severus remembered what had happened and was on his feet instantly, his dressing gown flying into his hand.

Severus opened his door just as Max appeared and took Harry's hand to guide him to the kitchen. Narrowing his eyes at the early hour, Severus diverted to the loo before following them, debating on what would spice up eggs without upsetting Harry's stomach.

Harry standing on a chair made his heart stop.

Harry stretched upward, trying to reach the spice cabinet without success while
Max watched, wringing his hands.

"Young master, house-elves is to be cooking!"

A throat was cleared and Harry head whipped around as the chair wobbled beneath him. A hand closed around his arm, keeping him from falling as Harry looked apprehensively at his new guardian.

"While I'm sure you are quite capable of cooking breakfast, Harry," Severus told him quietly. "It might upset the house-elves as they might think you aren't happy with their cooking."

Harry could see several worried-looking house-elves staring at him from around the counter.

Coffee and orange juice were already on the table when they seated themselves, Severus taking a fortifying gulp as he contemplated how to begin the conversation. Harry looked wistfully at the juice until Severus poured him a small glass.

"You only need to ask when you want something, Harry," Severus told him, setting down his mug. "We had a visitor last night while you slept, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore."

Harry frowned at the name, as if he knew it.

"Being your magical guardian, it was only natural that I inform him about our new relationship." Severus told him.

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, the name making his stomach churn. "He's going to make me go back, is he?"

"No!" Severus answered immediately. "The adoption's been filed at the Ministry already, but Professor Dumbledore believes you'd be safer if we were, well, blood related."

Cocking his head, Harry considered what that might mean. "By magic?"

"Naturally, but there are two ways to accomplish this." Severus refilled his mug. "The first is a potion which would add my blood to yours. The second is a ritual where we would use runes and spells to exchange blood. Both would make you my son."

Severus kept his tone level, trying not to influence Harry. "Would you be willing to do one of these with me?"

Harry nodded immediately, even as his fingers folded and unfolded the edge of the serviette in front of him. "Severus?"


"I understand swallowing the potion, 'cause it would give me your part of you, but I don't know how you getting some of my blood would make me into your son. Wouldn't it make you sort of my brother?"

Severus blinked, his mind whirling. "Considering what you said, the ritual does naturally fall under those exact guidelines—"

A plate appeared in front of Harry with eggs and sausage. A bowl of porridge popped up next, it's pleasant aroma tickling Harry's nose. He couldn't place the spice, but it smelled delicious.

"It's cinnamon," Severus said as he began to eat.

Harry happily dipped his spoon into the bowl and was thrilled when it tasted as good as it smelled. The food was delicious and Harry successfully ate every bit he was given. He was tempted to lick the bowl when something occurred to him.

"Severus? Will I change after I take the potion?"

"Naturally, there'll be minor changes."

Finishing up his toast, Severus wiped his mouth and fingers off on his serviette. The blend of spices in Mixie's sausages had been delicious.

"When can we do the potion? Harry asked. "I want you to be my—my dad right away, before Mr. Dumbles—"

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Yes, him." Harry nodded.

Severus smothered a smile. "If you'll assist me, we can start on the potion now."

"Yes, please!" Harry said, bouncing out of his chair.

"Allow me to get dressed and then we will begin, Severus said, leading Harry towards the stairs. "Now, to make this a success—"


Interesting idea of the brotherhood! I like it but I think Harry needs a dad more than he needs a sibling. Thank you very much for sharing!
I absolutely agree with you! Thanks!