"HARRY JAMES POTTER COME HERE THIS INSTANT SO I CAN LAY YOU ACROSS MY LEGS" Minerva McGonagall looked shocked. You didn't hear an under all circumstances calm Potionsprofessor shouting all that often and through the whole castle at that, even if it was empty because of the Summerholidays.
Only seconds after this very clear formulatet demand she could see a little black head of hair scurry by, that turned around quickly, grinning, pressed his Finger to his lips and disappeared through the next door.
She looked on in bewildermend, usually the man, that came from the noises to hear, along the corridor behind her, inflicted in his usual calm if sarcastic mood fear and here was this little roghneck that was on the run from an appearently enraged Serverus Snape and grined. Unbelievable.
"Serverus, don't you think you are a little strickt? I don't know what he did but over the knee,are you sure?" she cristisised over her shoulder as he aprouched. She still wasn't sure what she should think about him, this man was as unreadable as some of the books in the restricted Area and he fought just as vicious as some of them for his secrets. This was one of her main reasons to denay him young Harry as a charge. How could you give a child to a bachelor that seamed to have leased sarcasm, that frightened his students with his very appearence or in case of fist and secound years with the very mention of his name and that clearly didn't like children, let alone the child of his Shoolenemy. But Albus insisted apon it, in spite of the protests from Snape himself, what should have been only one more reason not to give the child in his care.
Her Thoughts came to an aprupt stop as the second time someone rushed past her, this time considerable taller "Don't interfere Minerva, this is a case of upbringing and this dosn't concern you." She didn't fully registert his arrival as her thoughts had come to a halt when she looked after her college with big and disbeliving eyes, while he stomped in exactly the same room as Harry minutes ago. What shocked her, however was evidently the reason for this chase. Pink. Servers Snape had Pink Hair. Hopefully the boy would live through this.
She had barely ended this train of thought as she could hear the obviously found child squicking, folowed by the sound of a hand on fabrik. With long strides she crossed the last meters and could see Filius running to her destination from the other side. They stoppt by the door at the same time, ready to rescue the boy. But what they saw wasn't what they expacted. Harry obviously rubbing his little behind. "Papa that hurt." he sniffed. Minerva looked Dumbfounded, Papa? "That it schould young man, what was our agrement?" "That i should refrain from trying Potions on you, but it looks so funny." The boy began and was getting more and more excited. "Harry!" remindet Snape "Sorry" "Excelent and now to the interesting part." Befuddeld Minerva followed this, rather interessting exchange and as she looked to her side, she saw that Filius had been expacting something different, as he had run into the room. But it wasn't over just jet, the threat of an interessting part had Minerva on edge.
"What was it? The Rakiroot or the Skunteleggs?" You could almost feel the pleasure and anxiouty in the voice of the Potionsmaster, exactly as for the little boy in his lap, as he responded. "None of the bothe. It was successful with the Tokieggs." "Tokieggs? But they should react with the Mandrake. Harry should I think of creating an antidote in the next 3 hours, bevor I die or have you changed something else." although he was apparently talking about his dead that was the fault of some Potionsexperiment of a little boy, the man was extremly calm and sat leisurly in his chair. How for heavens sake could this child get a hold of Potionsingrediens and poisenous at that, apart from the fact that he was obviously in an Potionslab without surveillance. She consideret to alert sankt mungos but wasn't sure whether this man diserved his fate for his stupedety.
The light laugher of an jolly Harry was the sound that was abel to get her out of her thoughts and Filius to stop in his tracks, as he was in the progress of walking away. But now he was turning around to see what it was that was so funny. "Lock, lock, I've changed it. This one I haven't used, otherwise it would have exploded, because i used more of the legs, to get an antidote and then i've added some of the scales to get ride of the last of the poisen" explained the boy who had spinned and was obviously in the progress of showing something to Serverus, something that would seem to be a receipt. There was a moment of silence, the older of the two leaned slightly to the front so he could read a little better, so it would seem, before he leaned back again, ruffeled through the hair of the younger and announced proud "Wonderful Harry, I can tell you that the reason for my death won't be your Potion, but if this applys to this absolutely horrid color and the shame that goes whith it iam not so sure." There it was again the laughter and the absolutely delighted cry of "Does this mean I can try the shrinking potion? Pretty please?" "Yes you can, if you like we can try it the moment we are downstairs." "We? Does it mean you are finished? You are brewing whith me?" How could it be that a child so young, would sound so delighted at the prospekt of brewing a Potion? Minerva was perplexed, what had this man done whith this kid. James hated Potions and Lily was acceptabel but it was never her favoured subject, not by far. "Yes, iam brewing with you. But don't forget, you are not to test your potions on me, there are enough other Teachers in this castle who you can embrasse to the bone" Did she hear that one right? Instigation to spread myheam, she should definitly have a talk with her collegue, Through she wasn't sure if this wasn't someone under the influence of some Polyjuicepotion, because this couldn't be the cranky, closed up Potionsmaster that she had known for the last couple of years.
"Papa, I have another question." "What is it?" "I have practised the trick, you know, the new one, the one I practised the last time with Aunt Hooch? She allowed me to practise it alone, I was good at it. As I was discenting I had an idea, you know i think you could turn somewhat you know to the side and then you could loop backwards." "Okaaaaay, could you draw it for me, so I can understand you. You know very well I don't speak 'flier'." This day was becoming weirder by the minute, flying, Serverus Snape, hater of Quiditch and dispraiser of brooms, was discussing exactly that completly normal and if she heard right even slightly interessted, with this little boy. The world turned upside down, right at this moment, she could feel it. You could hear the rustling of paper some obviously explaining komments as "like that", "there" and "this way" and then snape spoke "I don't know, I think it is doable. But do me the favor and show your sketch to madam Hooch and ask her, i think on this one point you will need a lot of power and I don't think that you have it, just yet." "But it is doable?" asked the boy hopefull bevor he jumped from his sitting position on the lap to the floor and stood beside the chair. "Yes I think so. But as I said, talk to Aunt Hooch and when she says that you can't do the trick at your age, then you won't try to, unless she says otherwise. Understood?" If she wasn't this shooked Minerva would probably have laughed. The Pinky, there sat her dreaded coulege and was holding his pinky in front of little Harry Potter with an earnest expression as if it was to seal an Peaceagreement of two States that were enemys vor decades. And with an equally sirious expression the little boy stood a little taler in front of the bigger one, looked him right in the eye, locked their pinkys, shaked them once and said "Promise"
"Wonderful, then we can go and brew." "Yay" Excidet Harry jumped in his position up and down until Serverus stood in one flowing motion and walked with an still jumping child to the door. When he passed the door and therby his two couleges he nodded an short acknowledgement with his always calm and earnest expressiion greeted with an "Minerva, Filius" and walked along the corridor with an laughing child that was jumping all around him. "Papa" squiled Harry as Serverus lifted him on his hips and passed a corner. "Have you eaten to much Sugar today? I am gonna get dizzy if you keep this up."
With wide eyes Filius looked up to his colege "For how long is he taking care for the little one?" "Half a year." "Albus was right, he is a born father."
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