A Match Made in Magic

Prologue: The Match

Notes: A new story! I'm aware I have a ton of other WIPs, but this idea is stuck in my head and going to be written fairly quickly. The rest of the chapters won't be as long as this first one. If you enjoy this start, let me know with reviews! ☺️

This story was inspired by "Lucky Number Seven" by DawnOfTomorrow on AO3. I love their work ❤️

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"So, how was everything?" Harry asked as he rose to gather the dishes, his husband and children having sat back with satisfied sighs.

"You know it was great, Dad," Eli replied with an eyeroll.

"Yeah, stop fishing," Matilda added with a teasing grin.

Harry huffed jokingly, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me for wanting to ensure my family's satisfaction. Don't think I have forgotten—"

He was interrupted as he was tugged down into a kiss by his shirt.

"It was delicious, my love, as always," Severus assured when the kiss broke.

Harry hummed happily and kissed Severus again, pulling back with a smile. "Thank you."

He finished gathering all the dishes, holding some and levitating others easily behind him, effectively clearing the table except for his husband's wine.

"Dad, let me do that," Eli said suddenly as Harry began placing the dishes in the sink and he glanced past the island to see his son coming over to him.

"I'm fine, Eli, I've got it." Harry shook his head. "Go visit with your father."

"It's your anniversary," Eli argued, bodily shoving Harry away from the sink. "You and Papa should just be relaxing today."

"Besides, you've got a story to tell," Matilda chimed in from the table.

"Is that so?" Severus drawled as Harry let himself be shooed lovingly out of the kitchen to rejoin his husband and daughter. He sat next to Severus whose arm immediately draped along the back of his chair as the man sat back, crossing his long legs and gently swirling the wine in his glass. "And what story would that be?"

"You know perfectly well what story," Matilda said and Harry grinned at the tone, so much like Severus.

"I'm afraid there are simply too many for me to know for sure," Severus lamented dramatically, quickly earning a dry scowl from Matilda across the table. "Do you want the story of when your dad thought he could fight a troll?"

Harry blinked and turned his own scowl on Severus. "Hey!"

"Or perhaps when your dad used a Disarming Spell so strong it rendered me unconscious even though I was trying to protect him?" Severus continued lightly.

"That was thirty years ago!" Harry protested. "And don't you dare pretend you weren't in that shack to get back at Remus and Sirius."

"Or maybe when your dad led a resistance against a Ministry official?"

"That was deserved and you know it!" Harry exclaimed, pointing aggressively at his husband.

"Or maybe my personal favourite," Severus said as though Harry hadn't spoken. "When your dad spent an entire year following written instructions in an old book and never recognized the writing."

Harry huffed. "Your writing was different when you were sixteen, okay?"

Severus looked sidelong at him with a sharply arched eyebrow. "I made those notes when I was thirteen, actually, and it was not so different you couldn't have seen the similarities."