The Pursuit of Happiness, Chapter 10/17 Title:The Pursuit of Happiness, Chapter 10/17 Author:blueskyecloud9 Pairings: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black Word Count: 889 Rating: PG-13 Warning(s): None A/N: Any mistakes are my own! Summary: The war is over, and everyone seems to have found happiness. Everyone, that is, except one Severus Snape. Until one day, the opportunity to gain what he needs to be happy arises, and whoever said Severus Snape didn't take risks? Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe belongs to JKR and anyone she legally lets use them. Not me. Previous
It was only later that night that Harry recalled Severus' words. Cards? What was Severus talking about?
Harry got comfortable on his new couch in his new quarters, and actively began to use Occulemency for the first time in a long time to remove himself from the situation. Cards. Muggle expression. Severus and Grey were hiding something. Something that they apparently would have to reveal soon. Closing his eyes, Harry recalled everything that had happened in such a short time. Severus had gone to the ministry. He'd come back and then strangely disappeared again. The next time Harry saw him, Severus had brought Grey with him.
Harry paused and opened his eyes. The first time I saw Grey. There had been something there, something that had made his subconscious twitch, but then he'd gotten distracted by Severus resplendent in color. Furrowing his eyebrows, Harry walked into his bedroom and removed his Pensieve from the closet. Placing the grey stone bowl inscribed with delicate runes on the desk, Harry took a deep breath, withdrew his wand and placed the memory into the bowl. Harry took a step back and then carefully entered the memory, subconsciously bracing himself.
Stumbling in the memory, Harry righted himself and watched Lucius, Remus, and himself walk in. Hmm…Grey's posture changed when the three men entered. He'd stood up straighter. His eyes flew first to Remus and then to Harry himself. They didn't touch Lucius. Harry paused; Grey had stared at him for a bit, eyes wide, almost assessing and...a sort of sadness had entered his eyes. Eyes hidden behind those frames. Harry's eyes widened. Grey was wearing a weak glamour! So light and gentle that one didn't even notice its effects, for it simply shifted your features subtly, as if to blur the edges. And his earrings…they were wolves!
Harry jumped out of the Pensieve, breathing hard, hands pressed against the wood of the desk, bent over the bowl. Grey was someone else. Someone who knew Remus and him. He wasn't who he said he was. But Severus knew who he was. That's why he had said… "I've known him longer than I've known you… I am saying that I know everything there is to know about this man…."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut. The only person he knew who would fit everything he knew about Grey…was…was Sirius. Traitorous tears slipped out of his eyes. Was Grey actually Sirius? Thousands of questions welled up in his mind as Harry's temper rose at his godfather's apparent betrayal and Harry quickly put the memory back in his mind and shoved the Pensieve away. Harry gathered his robes and stalked out of his quarters. He needed answers and he needed them now.
Sirius walked out of the shower, deep in thought. He didn't know what to do. Should he tell Remus and Harry? And if he did, how was he supposed to do that? Sirius gripped the drawer handle in frustration before sighing. Pulling on a pair of trousers, he rummaged about in the wardrobe for clothes, when he suddenly heard a gasp behind him. Whipping around he came face to face with a gaping Harry who stood in the doorway.
Sensing that something wasn't right, Sirius said, slightly cautiously, "Harry? Is something the matter?"
Harry's face turned red as the anger simmering in his chest erupted. "You bloody bastard! I know it's you!"
Sirius' eyes widened. Scrambling to cover for some apparent mistake, Sirius said, "Harry, of course it's me kiddo. Professor Orion Grey—"
Harry's expression and emotions suddenly warped into a mixture of rage, sadness, relief and happiness. Tears began to stream down his face even as he grasped at his anger. Moving swiftly towards Sirius, he poked the man in the chest. "I know it's you! You have a wolf tattooed on you back! And you're wearing wolf earrings! And you're always baiting Severus, and you're wearing a glamour, and you called me kiddo, and—"At this point Harry was crying too hard to say much else. He collapsed against the man he could feel in his heart was his godfather and sobbed, clutching onto the man as if it was all a dream and he would disappear again. Sirius looked up, stricken, only to make eye contact with Severus who was standing in the doorway with a slightly alarmed look on his face. After a few seconds Severus shook his head in what seemed to be defeat and whispered, "Finite Incantem."
Sirius wrapped his arms around his godson even as he felt the slight tingle of the Slytherin's magic spread over him, sharpening his features and changing his eye color.
Harry drew back just enough to see his godfather's bright, tear-glistening blue eyes and smiling face. Another sob ripped out of him as he burrowed his head in Sirius chest and wrapped his arms tightly around the older man. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, tears escaping and slipping into Harry's wild nest of raven hair as Sirius buried his nose in it.
Severus closed his eyes and walked away. He didn't know how Harry had figured it out, but damn if he wasn't happy that he had.
In all the chaos and happiness, nobody remembered that the Finite had removed the spell masking Padfoot's scent from Moony.