Inspired by the challenge from Lilette over on Potions and Snitches:
Tug by lilette
Summary: Only one condition: have a scenario where Snape begins his menacing trek to any location, only to feel a tug from behind. His robes aren't billowing behind him. A baby is sitting on them. Harry Potter.
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Feel free to make a one shot to a child fic you've created if you've already done so. :) No other limitations!
Categories: Guardian Characters: !Snape and Harry (required)
This is my first fan-fic on this site, and my second ever, so please give lots of (constructive) criticism! This will be a two-shot.
"So, as you can see, the set-up and living arrangements are as good as can be at this moment in time. I know it's not ideal, but your safety is paramount."
"I suppose you were not joking when you said I would have to give up my job?"
"I'm afraid not, my dear boy-" Dumbledore broke off as the door to his office swung open, revealing a scowling Severus Snape. "Ah, Severus, what can I do for you? James, Lily, I'm sure you will be glad to know that Severus here has agreed to join the Hogwarts staff as our new Potions Master. I am very pleased that he obtained his mastery so fast, however it seems Horace also had the same thought, as he left rather precipitously after the end-of-term feast, without organising any of the jobs which will need undertaking before the start of the term. Do you need any forms signing, Severus?"
"How lovely for you, Severus! I knew you were clever at potions, but I didn't realise how much so. You must have only taken half the time needed to complete your mastery," Lily interjected.
James muttered under his breath, "I bet you apprenticed to a friendly Death Eater, and undertook some projects for Voldemort. That'd speed thing up nicely for you."
Severus sneered generally around the room, ignoring James and avoiding Lily's eyes. "I came to discuss the setting up of accounts with different apothecaries. It appears the one Horace used consistently overcharged him, and the products were nothing special either. However, I will return later when your offices are not being used as a crèche."
The other adults jumped, having forgotten in the intense conversation to check on the little boy in the office with them. Harry had been left in a corner in a playpen to amuse himself, which the easy-going child often did. However, with the lack of attention and the appearance of a unknown but interesting-looking man, Harry had put all his 13-month-old courage, newly-found ability to toddle and nascent accidental magic to the test and found his way towards the tall, dark man.
As it became clear that Harry had escaped, Snape prepared to leave the room, smirking gently to himself. "It seems the Dark Lord will not be needed to ensure the child will not live to see it's second birthday, if three presumably competent adults cannot ensure that an object with the thinking capacity of little more than a carrot won't come to grief in a office the size of a tennis court". Turning to stalk to the door, his flight came to an abrupt halt as a solid tug was felt on his robes. He looked down. Sat on the tails of his robes was a small, dark-haired boy with bluey-green eyes and a contemplative expression. "Hablah!" said Harry, and grinned up at the newly-invested Potions Master.