Josh Horowitz interviews Alan Rickman about his ‘impersonators’. 

snape-potter:

*Harry stumbles from the Floo in their sitting room and makes a beeline directly to the small liqueur cabinet that is sandwiched between Severus’ floor to ceiling bookcases. 
The diminutive bar is for Harry’s personal use only. Severus never touches alcohol, insisting he has seen the damage drink can cause in any given situation and wants nothing to do with the substance.  
While Harry respects his husband’s wishes; himself rarely indulging in more than the occasional glass of wine with dinner or perhaps a dram of scotch while reading a good book; there were times in his opinion, when stronger substance was required to dull his pain.
This was one of those times.
Harry opens the small mahogany cabinet and pulls out a sealed bottle of Ogden’s Finest (a gift from Lucius Malfoy for Harry’s support of Lucius gaining a seat for his house in the Wizengamot) and the singular crystal tumbler which rests beside it. His hand pauses for a fraction of a second, before finally breaking the wax seal and pouring himself a generous amount.  Lifting the glass solemnly, he swirls the amber liquid in its crystal chamber and watches it glow against the firelight; a promise of warmth to his chilled and tired soul even if it was transitory.  
Just as the cool rim of the glass touches his lips, familiar arms slip around his waist and draw him close, wrapping the distraught Auror in a protective embrace. Harry initially tenses at Severus’ touch, but gradually relaxes enough to lean back into the shelter of the older’s arms. He makes a halfhearted protest when his husband gently takes the tumbler of whiskey from his hand and banishes it.*
Severus: “You cannot save the world Harry. That is a simple fact of life we must all accept. You have dedicated yourself to the protection of the wizarding world and its populace, which in itself is a most selfless and noble act. Since you were a child you have had to shoulder tremendous burdens that no one, especially a boy of your age should have had to carry, and yet today you do the same, except this time it is self imposed. 
Normally, I do not interfere with your work Harry, and try to accept the consequences involved with the path you have chosen as your given profession. However, when I can clearly see the toll some of these cases are taking on your mental health and wellbeing, it is difficult for me as your husband to stand by and say nothing, especially when you choose alcohol as your method of coping rather than talking to me. It makes me feel….helpless.”
*Severus closes his eyes and buries his nose in Harry’s unruly hair in order to regain control of his emotions before continuing. What he was about to tell Harry was extremely difficult for him to voice, but Severus knew it had to be done before it festered and poisoned their relationship.*
Severus: “There isn’t a single day that passes when you don’t step into that Floo, and fear doesn’t assail my heart. I am well aware each time you don your Auror robes, it brings with it the very real possibility that these precious moments before you leave for work  could be the last time I see my husband alive; that the very kisses we share before we part ways, could be the final press of your lips against mine; or that each new morning brings with it  the chance that this could be the last time I will awaken with the warmth of your body wrapped around mine. I have learnt to respect what you have chosen to do with your life Harry, as well as accepting the consequences of what that choice could bring for us both. All I ask in return is that you try to understand how helpless this makes me feel at times, especially when I’ve spent the majority of my life attempting to preserve yours, and most importantly of all, that you don’t shut me out Harry, especially when I can help you.”
Severus slowly turns Harry around so they are facing one another, before gently removing his glasses and placing them on the bar. Tenderly, he strokes Harry’s cheeks with his thumbs before cupping his face and locking dark eyes with the green that held his own
Severus: “You no longer have to carry these burdens alone Harry. Let me help you; if only just to listen…please.” 
Those simple words were enough for Harry to finally succumb to the unbearable pain that was tearing him apart.  His trembling fingers clutched Severus’ woolen robes in despair as he told his husband how he had failed to save a family who had fallen victim to a cursed artifact they had been sent. The perpetrator, who was known for these random and malicious acts, was still on the loose. Harry vowed to himself to find the bastard and bring him to justice one way or the other.
As Harry unloaded his grief and guilt at the situation, Severus held him through it, listening patiently, and giving advise when warranted. While fear of losing Harry was a constant factor in being married to the Head of the Auror division, Severus was also proud of the work Harry was doing and knew that his husband was playing an active role in the positive changes sweeping the magical world since the end of the war. Severus may not like the risks Harry took daily, but he understood it was something his husband had to do. 
 Saving others was as integral to Harry Potter as the art of Potion brewing was to Severus.  To ask Harry to give up his profession; a passion which drove him to challenge and better himself, was equal to casting the Killing Curse in Severus’ opinion. 
 It was something he would never ask of the man he loved, no matter how selfishly he wished he could.
 Eventually Harry’s sobs quieted, and the two men simply held each other, seeking comfort in the warmth of their embrace; two darkened silhouettes against the backdrop of a glowing hearth.  It was a long time before either spoke.
 Harry: “I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you Severus.  I know being married to me hasn’t been easy, not just because of my job title, but also because of the fame and lack of privacy that comes with being tied to ‘the boy who lived’.  I sometimes wonder if the price tag of being my husband is too high…”
 *Before Harry can continue further, Severus silences him with a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt as to the price Severus would pay for his beloved.*
 Severus: “You speak of prices and yet you don’t see what you’ve done for me.
When the wizarding world was intent on putting me away in Azkaban for life, you fought with true Gryffindor tenacity not only to have me acquitted, but to have bestowed upon me an Order of Merlin First Class. You forced the public to recognise my contribution to the war; something I never thought to have happen.
When I thought my soul was beyond saving, you granted me redemption in the form of forgiveness and understanding. No one aside from Albus had ever given me these two precious things; and even his redemption came with strings attached.
When I thought what life I had left would be spent in bitterness and regret, you pushed your way into my existence and through sheer stubbornness and willful determination, eventually made me realise my life was something of value and very much worth living.
Most important of all, when I thought I would spend the rest of my years in loneliness and despair, you gave me the most priceless gift of all Harry; your love, unconditional and without strings attached.”
 *Still wrapped in each other’s embrace, Severus lowers his head and touches their foreheads together, his dark locks falling around them like a silken curtain blocking out the rest of the world.*
 Severus:  “There is no price tag for what you have given me Harry. I cannot condemn you for choosing to spend your life saving others when I am one of those whose life you saved. Through your love, you gave me a second chance at life, and that in itself is priceless.
 I may not say it as often as you’d like, as I prefer my actions to speak for me rather than useless words any fool can utter, however I want you to know that I love you Harry Potter. There is not another human being I have ever, nor will ever love, more than I do you.  I hope it is enough for all that you have given me….”
 *Harry knows his husband well enough to hear the uncertainty and fear hidden behind Severus’ unemotional tone.  Harry doesn’t even bother to answer, choosing instead to Disapparate them directly to their bedroom where he banishes their clothes before pinning his husband to the bed. Harry gazes down at the man who completely owns him heart and soul, and proceeds to show him without words just how much Severus Snape is truly loved.
 The next day before heading to work, Harry banishes the contents of his liqueur cabinet and throws the crystal tumbler into the fire, knowing he will no longer need its false comfort. As he steps into the Floo he sees Severus, still in his nightshirt, watching him from the doorway of their bedroom, a genuine smile softening his harsh features and warming Harry’s heart.
 Harry smiles back as understanding passes though both men, and then Harry is gone.
 Severus stares at the now empty liqueur cabinet and sees only the gift which Harry has left behind in its place.
Faith.
Artist: Unknown

snape-potter:

*Harry stumbles from the Floo in their sitting room and makes a beeline directly to the small liqueur cabinet that is sandwiched between Severus’ floor to ceiling bookcases. 

The diminutive bar is for Harry’s personal use only. Severus never touches alcohol, insisting he has seen the damage drink can cause in any given situation and wants nothing to do with the substance.  

While Harry respects his husband’s wishes; himself rarely indulging in more than the occasional glass of wine with dinner or perhaps a dram of scotch while reading a good book; there were times in his opinion, when stronger substance was required to dull his pain.

This was one of those times.

Harry opens the small mahogany cabinet and pulls out a sealed bottle of Ogden’s Finest (a gift from Lucius Malfoy for Harry’s support of Lucius gaining a seat for his house in the Wizengamot) and the singular crystal tumbler which rests beside it. His hand pauses for a fraction of a second, before finally breaking the wax seal and pouring himself a generous amount.  Lifting the glass solemnly, he swirls the amber liquid in its crystal chamber and watches it glow against the firelight; a promise of warmth to his chilled and tired soul even if it was transitory.  

Just as the cool rim of the glass touches his lips, familiar arms slip around his waist and draw him close, wrapping the distraught Auror in a protective embrace. Harry initially tenses at Severus’ touch, but gradually relaxes enough to lean back into the shelter of the older’s arms. He makes a halfhearted protest when his husband gently takes the tumbler of whiskey from his hand and banishes it.*

Severus: “You cannot save the world Harry. That is a simple fact of life we must all accept. You have dedicated yourself to the protection of the wizarding world and its populace, which in itself is a most selfless and noble act. Since you were a child you have had to shoulder tremendous burdens that no one, especially a boy of your age should have had to carry, and yet today you do the same, except this time it is self imposed. 

Normally, I do not interfere with your work Harry, and try to accept the consequences involved with the path you have chosen as your given profession. However, when I can clearly see the toll some of these cases are taking on your mental health and wellbeing, it is difficult for me as your husband to stand by and say nothing, especially when you choose alcohol as your method of coping rather than talking to me. It makes me feel….helpless.

*Severus closes his eyes and buries his nose in Harry’s unruly hair in order to regain control of his emotions before continuing. What he was about to tell Harry was extremely difficult for him to voice, but Severus knew it had to be done before it festered and poisoned their relationship.*

Severus: “There isn’t a single day that passes when you don’t step into that Floo, and fear doesn’t assail my heart. I am well aware each time you don your Auror robes, it brings with it the very real possibility that these precious moments before you leave for work  could be the last time I see my husband alive; that the very kisses we share before we part ways, could be the final press of your lips against mine; or that each new morning brings with it  the chance that this could be the last time I will awaken with the warmth of your body wrapped around mine. I have learnt to respect what you have chosen to do with your life Harry, as well as accepting the consequences of what that choice could bring for us both. All I ask in return is that you try to understand how helpless this makes me feel at times, especially when I’ve spent the majority of my life attempting to preserve yours, and most importantly of all, that you don’t shut me out Harry, especially when I can help you.”

Severus slowly turns Harry around so they are facing one another, before gently removing his glasses and placing them on the bar. Tenderly, he strokes Harry’s cheeks with his thumbs before cupping his face and locking dark eyes with the green that held his own

Severus: “You no longer have to carry these burdens alone Harry. Let me help you; if only just to listen…please.” 

Those simple words were enough for Harry to finally succumb to the unbearable pain that was tearing him apart.  His trembling fingers clutched Severus’ woolen robes in despair as he told his husband how he had failed to save a family who had fallen victim to a cursed artifact they had been sent. The perpetrator, who was known for these random and malicious acts, was still on the loose. Harry vowed to himself to find the bastard and bring him to justice one way or the other.

As Harry unloaded his grief and guilt at the situation, Severus held him through it, listening patiently, and giving advise when warranted. While fear of losing Harry was a constant factor in being married to the Head of the Auror division, Severus was also proud of the work Harry was doing and knew that his husband was playing an active role in the positive changes sweeping the magical world since the end of the war. Severus may not like the risks Harry took daily, but he understood it was something his husband had to do.

 Saving others was as integral to Harry Potter as the art of Potion brewing was to Severus.  To ask Harry to give up his profession; a passion which drove him to challenge and better himself, was equal to casting the Killing Curse in Severus’ opinion.

 It was something he would never ask of the man he loved, no matter how selfishly he wished he could.

 Eventually Harry’s sobs quieted, and the two men simply held each other, seeking comfort in the warmth of their embrace; two darkened silhouettes against the backdrop of a glowing hearth.  It was a long time before either spoke.

 Harry: “I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you Severus.  I know being married to me hasn’t been easy, not just because of my job title, but also because of the fame and lack of privacy that comes with being tied to ‘the boy who lived’.  I sometimes wonder if the price tag of being my husband is too high…”

 *Before Harry can continue further, Severus silences him with a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt as to the price Severus would pay for his beloved.*

 Severus: You speak of prices and yet you don’t see what you’ve done for me.

When the wizarding world was intent on putting me away in Azkaban for life, you fought with true Gryffindor tenacity not only to have me acquitted, but to have bestowed upon me an Order of Merlin First Class. You forced the public to recognise my contribution to the war; something I never thought to have happen.

When I thought my soul was beyond saving, you granted me redemption in the form of forgiveness and understanding. No one aside from Albus had ever given me these two precious things; and even his redemption came with strings attached.

When I thought what life I had left would be spent in bitterness and regret, you pushed your way into my existence and through sheer stubbornness and willful determination, eventually made me realise my life was something of value and very much worth living.

Most important of all, when I thought I would spend the rest of my years in loneliness and despair, you gave me the most priceless gift of all Harry; your love, unconditional and without strings attached.”

 *Still wrapped in each other’s embrace, Severus lowers his head and touches their foreheads together, his dark locks falling around them like a silken curtain blocking out the rest of the world.*

 Severus:  “There is no price tag for what you have given me Harry. I cannot condemn you for choosing to spend your life saving others when I am one of those whose life you saved. Through your love, you gave me a second chance at life, and that in itself is priceless.

 I may not say it as often as you’d like, as I prefer my actions to speak for me rather than useless words any fool can utter, however I want you to know that I love you Harry Potter. There is not another human being I have ever, nor will ever love, more than I do you.  I hope it is enough for all that you have given me….”

 *Harry knows his husband well enough to hear the uncertainty and fear hidden behind Severus’ unemotional tone.  Harry doesn’t even bother to answer, choosing instead to Disapparate them directly to their bedroom where he banishes their clothes before pinning his husband to the bed. Harry gazes down at the man who completely owns him heart and soul, and proceeds to show him without words just how much Severus Snape is truly loved.

 The next day before heading to work, Harry banishes the contents of his liqueur cabinet and throws the crystal tumbler into the fire, knowing he will no longer need its false comfort. As he steps into the Floo he sees Severus, still in his nightshirt, watching him from the doorway of their bedroom, a genuine smile softening his harsh features and warming Harry’s heart.

 Harry smiles back as understanding passes though both men, and then Harry is gone.

 Severus stares at the now empty liqueur cabinet and sees only the gift which Harry has left behind in its place.

Faith.

Artist: Unknown

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