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Title: The Triumph of Love
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 100 x 9
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for [community profile] snarry100/[ profile] snarry100/[ profile] snarry100's prompt# 633: Triumph.
Summary: Harry takes on a tough project.
Part Sixty-Three of the Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): [personal profile] sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


The Triumph of Love


“The tenth?”

Severus hummed. “Aren’t we supposed to have dinner with your MACUSA director and his wife that evening?”

“Yes, right.” Harry scribbled something down. “The sixteenth?”

“That’s Amiri’s surgery.”

Harry sighed. “Must we get him fixed? Maybe we’ll want Crup puppies one day.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “If we want more Crups, we can return to the shelter. We were irresponsible when we didn’t get Azizi attended to, we shan’t make that mistake again.”

“When are we fixing Azizi?”

Severus coughed. “I’ve been…discussing it with her.”

“Uh huh. And who triumphed in that discussion?”

“No comment.”

Harry laughed.


“Poor little guy,” crooned Harry, carrying Amiri in his arms. “Are you sore?”

Amiri snuggled close to Harry’s chest, whining softly.

“I’ll bet you are.” Harry glanced at Severus, walking beside him. “Don’t worry. Your papa will make you a good pain potion, right, Papa?”

Severus sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“After all,” continued Harry, “it was his idea that you should never be a papa yourself.”

“Harry,” Severus chided. “Come on.”

Harry sighed. “Sorry. I just feel bad for my little buddy here.”

“He’ll grow up safe and happy. It’s a triumph, not a tragedy.”

“I guess.”


That night, Azizi crawled into Harry’s lap, batting her head against his chest. Harry smiled at her. “You’re being friendly.”

Purring, Azizi curled up in his lap and promptly fell asleep. Petting her, Harry yawned.

“One would think you’d had surgery,” remarked Severus, emerging from his laboratory carrying Amiri.

Harry stuck his tongue out at Severus. “Hush, you’ll wake her.”

Rolling his eyes, Severus placed gently Amiri into his Crup bed. “I adapted a human Pain Potion for him. He’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” whispered Harry.

Leaning over, Severus kissed him. “As I often say, potions triumph over pain.”


“Molly looks pleased with herself,” said Harry as he and Severus approached the Burrow hand in hand. Festooned with bunting and balloons, everything was bright, cheerful.

“She looks positively triumphant.” Severus groaned. “Also, Salazar help us.”

“What?” asked Harry, alarmed. “Is something wrong?”

“Narcissa and Lucius beat us here.”


“So, how long do you think it will be before Molly and Narcissa begin comparing notes about when they knew what about our elopement?”

Chuckling, Harry looked around. “Well, there doesn’t appear to have been any hexing yet. That’s a triumph for Weasley-Malfoy relations.”

“We’ll see how long it lasts.”


Everyone who’d been at Narcissa’s posh soiree was present at the Burrow with their children, and they all seemed more relaxed. The kids were out by the pond, splashing about, the adults mostly stayed in or around the cooler house and tent.

“Molly outdid herself with the food for this,” said Harry, stuffing a third meat pastry into his mouth.

“Quite.” Severus nodded towards the dessert table. “Have you seen that cake? It’s a triumph of buttercream and fondant.”

Sighing, Harry leaned against Severus. “We have great friends.”

“I suppose they’re tolerable.”

Harry laughed. “Come on, let’s go and circulate.”


Hermione gestured around them. “Now, isn’t this lovely?”

Harry shook his head. “You just couldn’t resist saying ‘I told you so’, could you?”

“Not really.” Hermione grinned. “I have to take my triumphs wherever I can get them.”

“Ha. Like you don’t win every one of your cases?” Harry nudged her shoulder.

Hermione sighed. “I wish. Why, just last week—”

“No,” said Ron. “No work talk remember? We’re celebrating Harry and Snape eloping.” He winked. “By the way, thanks for that. I wasn’t looking forward to having to wear formal robes.”

“At least someone approves of our choice,” murmured Severus.


“…then the board suggested—”

Harry excused himself, leaving Severus with Minerva to talk school politics. Refilling his cup, he spotted George and wandered over. “Nice party.”

George snorted. “If you like this sort of thing.”

Harry grinned. “Since people keep throwing us ‘congratulations on your elopement’ parties, I’m adjusting.”

George’s laugh was bitter. “It’s wise to accept the inevitable.”

Harry frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry! Feeling melancholy. I don’t mean to sully your triumphant celebration. Since I’m destined to be alone, wedding-themed parties generally depress me—” George shrugged.

“You’ll find your someone someday,” Harry said softly.

“I suppose we’ll see.”


“George? I’ve tried introducing him to people,” said Hermione. “But he’s never interested. I even bought him a subscription to Brown’s matchmaking service one year. What a disaster.”

“George?” Lavender, holding hands with Neville, snorted. “I’ve tried, but he couldn’t seem to find his match. I refused to accept him for a second year’s subscription.”

“George? As far as I know he likes girls,” said Ron when Harry questioned him privately. “Why?”

“No reason,” said Harry, his mind racing. “Just curious.”

Ron frowned. “I know that look. Just don’t! Not every project can be a triumph, mate. Some are hopeless.”


“You want to set George up with a MACUSA Auror?” Severus frowned. “Where did that idea come from?”

Harry shrugged. “I just figured since he’s apparently exhausted his English options, we should expand his field.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “Does George approve?”

“I haven’t asked him. We should keep it a surprise. Maybe invite him for dinner with some people, and then, if it works out—”

“Why are you so determined to do this?” Severus asked.

Harry smiled, linking their arms. “Because I’m happy and I want everyone happy, too? It’s the triumph of love.”

Severus groaned. “Salazar help us.”


Continued in Love's Glow (LJ/IJ/DW).

Date: 2018-06-21 10:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lilyseyes
It sounds like the party was a success for just about everyone (well, except George!). Although I have to be honest and saying that a collaboration between Molly and Narcissa rather scares me!

Poor Amiri!!


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