Severus pulled his mate close, his mind still whirling with the knowledge that he actually had one. He hadn’t been lying when he told Poppy that he had given up waiting on one, especially when the first decade passed. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of Harry’s head and breathed slowly and deeply. He didn’t know what was going on with the Headmaster, didn’t know which "she’ and "she’ he was talking about, but could reasonably guess who they were based on Harry’s actions over the past year. He was pulled from his thoughts when Sirius and Remus came out of the pensieve. The looks on their faces were devastating. 