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"At Harry's second birthday." Severus stated.
"That was some time ago!" She stated, her eyes shinning. "And how did you go from that to practically raising Harry?" Having already decided on the answer to that question, Harry began explaining.
"I was four no, more like five, I think?" He asked Severus, trying to make everything seem less rehearsed.
"More like five." Severus agreed.
"I was in Hogwarts with my parents for a visit to professor Dumbledore; I had already met with Severus many times before, but I caught him brewing a potion…"
"And he started asking questions…" Severus interjected smiling, remembering the incident; it hadn't happened exactly as described but it was close.
"And I never stopped." Harry finished the sentence chuckling. Rita battered her eyelids and wrote everything down.
"After that, every time his parents were working I volunteered to look after him and with the passing of time, he ended up spending most of his time at my place while growing up." Rita smiled again and jotted the answer down.
"And you live at London, if I'm not mistaken?" Severus smirked slightly, making her pause for a few moments and just stare.
"I haven't for quite sometime, no." He admitted; he hoped someone would ask that question.
"Then were do you live?"
"You might have heard of it? It's called Silbreith." The potions master stated.
"The Prince's castle in Scottland?" Rita asked, her eyes widening. Harry jerked back slightly to the shrill quality of her voice.
"Oh you have heard of it." The teen commented.
"But isn't it supposed to be inherited by members of the Prince line alone?"
"A line of which -from my mother's side- I'm the last living descendant." Severus stated lightly, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Rita was openly gapping and leering as she harried to write down the answer. Severus had requested she used a regular quill for the interview and he was happy to see she had complied.
"So Harry, how was it growing up in Silbreith?"
"Oh, indescribable!" Harry exclaimed, being completely truthful. "The library is extensive, the grounds incredible and even contain a lake. The Quidditch field is of professional standards too. And we've been going horse riding since I can remember." Harry explained.
"We figured out that staying in a castle went hand in hand with some specific activities." Severus admitted smiling. "So we started with horse riding and then came swordfight."
"And jousting lately." Harry added with a chuckle.
"Jousting?" Rita screeched. "As in the Rennes tournament jousting?" She asked. They two wizards shared a look and laughed.
"It's funny you mentioned that." Severus explained as he noticed her questioning gaze.
"We just returned from that tournament a week ago." Harry added.
"You competed?"
"We won." They answered at the same time. Rita looked as if Christmas had come early.
"Since time is pressuring us." She stated pouting. "Tell me of what led you to your inventions. Let's start with Severus?" Oh, we're one first name basis now? The potions master wondered.
"It was an ongoing process for many years. I have witnessed the effects lycanthropy has on a wizard up close and decided to try and do something about it; it took me years, many unsuccessful efforts and patience, but it's finally done." He turned that the green eyed wizard next to him proudly. "Harry helped actually."
"Nonsense!" Harry proclaimed.
"He would never admit it though." Severus offered. Rita looked between the two before starting writing again.
"And how about the Firebolt?" She asked. "A thirteen year old designing a racing broomstick is unheard of."
"It all started when I was eleven at Silbreith. I always loved Quidditch…"
"You're the Seeker for Gryffindor in Hogwarts correct? Youngest Seeker of the century?" She interrupted him. The boy nodded unfazed.
"That would be correct. Anyway, Severus offered to give me all the old broomsticks of the castle to take apart; designing came naturally and before I knew it, there was the Firebolt. Which wouldn't have been put into production if Sev hadn't convinced me to hand in the designs, I might add." The journalist was jotting everything down frantically.
"That is…" She cleared her throat. "So, any future plans?"
"Well, we're returning to Hogwarts this September, I to teach and Harry to continue with his studies but we already have come up with something you'll be hearing about soon." The potions master admitted. Free publicity, Nagnok had called it.
"You have?" She asked.
"Oh yes." Harry began. "It's a joined project, called a Memory Sphere."
"Sounds intriguing."
"You'll be the judge of that." Harry stated smiling.
"How so?" She asked flattered.
"We have never talked about it before." Severus explained. Rita made a small exclamation and readied herself to write down whatever it was they were referring to.
"A memory sphere, pretty much honours its name." Harry explained. "It works as a small Pensive, but only records and replays a memory that happens the moment it is activated. It has room for six hours worth of memories and will be out just in time for the Quidditch World Cup."
"Merlin's beard!" She exclaimed. "You two have been busy." They nodded at the understatement of that sentence.
"Now, I would like to know…"
"Rita, darling, what have you done with my models?" The voice of Richie the photographer saved them from further questioning. "We're running late."
"Can't I have five more minutes?" She asked pouting, looking at the two wizards like she wanted to tie them to a chair and keep them there.
"Five more minutes are never five minutes with you." Richie stated and came to collect Harry and Severus. "Oh you did a double interview? Perfect! We'll fit that into the photoshoot! Now come on! You have to change and we don't have all day!" He ordered them and they obediently rose from their chairs to follow him. Rita stopped them as they tried to walk away.
"I will catch up to you two darlings." She stated straightening Harry's collar and patting Severus on the chest. "Quite soon I hope." And she turned around and left, leaving back two stunned and slightly disturbed wizards.
"Did she just…?" Harry asked gulping.
"She did." Severus agreed.
"Come on, you handsome boys! We don't have all day I'm telling you!" Richie exclaimed.
"And now he'll do it too, won't he?" Harry asked perturbed.
"Most probably." Severus agreed, pushing his shoulders back straight to face his destiny. Nightfall found them at Silbreith, cooped up in the library, pretty much hiding from the world.
"That was horrible." Harry admitted for the tenth time. And for the tenth time, Severus agreed.
"It was." He stated. He was in the process of putting all the books he had used during his research for the Wolfsbane back to their proper places in the library.
"Dad?" Harry asked, a few moments later, his eyes skimming over the titles of the books still on the floor. His expression was pensive, as Severus had caught him look more than a couple times since the end of the term.
"Yes, Harry?" The boy gulped and looked at the potions master as if in doubt. "You can tell me anything, Harry. You know that."
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