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"It not about being able to tell you…" The boy muttered and Severus smirked in understanding. Harry had been just fine talking about what they could tell his family; what would be prudent and what would be hilarious to have them know had been discussed more than once during the past weeks without troubling Harry more than what was expected. The one thing that hadn't come up in any conversation had been Neville. Well, that seemed about to change.
"You want to tell Neville, don't you?" Green eyes widened as an answer to Severus' smirk.
"Was I that obvious?" Harry asked, smiling softly.
"Well no, but you are my son. I don't really see how you could hide the fact that something was bothering you from me. Connecting the dots from there wasn't that difficult."
"I see."
"And what would you wish to tell him?" Severus asked, already knowing the answer.
"Would you be mad at me if I said "everything"?" Harry asked, his eyes downcast. The potions master sighed, walking closer to Harry, his hand falling comfortingly on the teen's shoulder.
"I would caution you that your secret is something to be protected. I would say that you should be careful still. That you should think this though, although I suspect that you have already considered every possible scenario. But no, I wouldn't be mad." Harry's eyes snapped back up to stare at the potions master's black ones.
"You wouldn't?"
"No." Severus assured him. "Neville has been there for you and he is one of those rare people that are fiercely loyal without being ridiculously headstrong. Well, not always at least." Harry chuckled at the latest admission.
"Yes, he is. And, Dad." Harry began, pinching the bridge of his nose, breathing in. "He has been a brother to me, this past year. More than Adrian has ever been and how sad is that, really?" The teen wondered, putting his conclusions of the past year to words for the first time. "I feel that I need to tell him."
"I understand, I think. But do be careful, Harry. If you tell him, I would like to teach him the basics of Oclumency. Not that I believe anyone would try to read Neville's mind but I would rather not take the risk." Harry smiled and ran straight into the potions master's arms.
"Would you really do that?"
"Did you ever doubt I would?" Severus asked, pulling back and messing his son's hair, eyes sparkling happily. "Owl him tomorrow and invite him over. I'll be right here when you tell him." Harry's answering smile was blinding in its intensity.
"Thank you, Dad!" He exclaimed, hugging the potions master one more time.
"Don't mention it." Severus assured him. "And thank you for telling me first; had you just blurted out everything to Neville I would have been mad, I assure you." Harry smirked and nodded.
"You know I would never do that." Severus nodded back.
"Now, would you like to help your father with this mess," Severus said, pointing at the books on the floor "or would you rather write that letter now."
"I think I'll stay and help a little while longer." Harry offered, Bending down to pick up a hefty old tome on herbs. "I hadn't even realized how many books you've read during the past seven years!" Severus nodded and looked around wondering just how many books he had read himself.
Considering the amount of time it had taken him to complete the potion, he was only now finishing tidying up, reaching to the bottom of the piles of books he had collected over the years. He was now looking at books he had placed there and forgotten, books that he hadn't seen in years. One in particular, caught his attention; he had buried it in the deepest recesses of his mind, back then not deeming himself worthy of the hope it offered; now? Now he felt like he should read it again. But for that, he would have to be alone. Harry gave him the perfect excuse when he yawned visibly a few minutes later. As much as he had wished to help, their busy day had exhausted him.
"Merlin, I'm beat!" The boy exclaimed.
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