Father's Day

Summary: Harry gets a pleasant surprise after working for a few days straight. HHr. Oneshot.

Disclaimer: Borrowing two characters and made two of my own.

A/N: This can go hand-in-hand with Saved but it doesn't have to.

"Harry, will you please get the baby?" Hermione called from their bedroom, the desperate cries for attention drifting from the nursery.

Harry Potter had just gotten back from being up for a straight 32 hours. The only thing he wanted to do was sleep. But, his other duty called. He trudged down the hallway toward the nursery and was nearly toppled over by his 4 year old daughter, Lily.

"Daddy! You're home!"

Harry slowly bent down and picked up his little girl. "Yes, I'm finally home." He kissed the top of her head and carried her toward the nursery. He set her down on her feet and walked toward the crib, where his 1 year old son, Sirius James, was screaming his lungs out.

"All right buddy, that's enough," Harry muttered as he lifted him into his arms. Sirius' cries turned into small whimpers as Harry rubbed his back in comfort.

"Is Sirius going to be okay daddy?" Lily asked, standing close to her father's legs to make sure that he didn't leave again for a long period of time.

"Yes, Lily. Will you go play in your room please?"

"Prowmise me that you won't leave."

"I promise, Lily. Now can you please?"

Harry carried little Sirius into his bedroom, where Hermione had just finished folding the laundry. Hermione smiled and stepped toward him, taking her son into her arms.

"I think it might be the extreme fatigue, but do you know what I just realized, Mione?"

"What's that Harry?" Hermione wondered, laying the baby down on the bed and starting to play with his feet.

Harry watched as the baby started to giggle and squirm about. "My mother could have married Snape."

Hermione's gaze shot up to her husband. "Harry! Why would you possibly think that?!"

Harry reached out and took his son's tiny hand. "I told you, I think it might be the fatigue. Or it could be because he looks so much like my dad…" Sirius had started to chew on Harry's finger.

"Well, he's not your father. James is."

"Was." Harry corrected, watching as Sirius sat up and started to chew on his toes.

"Is." Hermione placed a hand lightly on his arm. "Just because you can't see him, doesn't mean that he's not there."

Lily came bounding into the room, carrying a piece of paper. "Here you go daddy!"

Harry took the paper and opened it up, reading the inside. Hapy Fater's Day daddy! the wording read, followed by a drawn picture of what appeared to be the family. "But Lily, it's not Father's Day."

"I know. But mama said you were working hard and that I should make you something to make you feel 'pecial."

Harry grinned and picked up his daughter, kissing her on the cheek and neck a few times.

Lily laughed and squirmed a bit. "Daddy! That tickles!"

"I love you midget." Harry said with a smile as he settled her in his arms.

Lily wrapped her arms around her father's neck. "I love you too daddy. And you too mommy," she added, glancing over at her mother.

"How about we go play for a while?" Harry suggested.

"But I thought you were tired, Harry," Hermione remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I got a sudden burst of energy," Harry walked toward his dresser and placed the card his daughter made on top of it. "So what do you wanna play midget?"

"Can we play magic?"

Hermione smiled as she heard Harry laugh as him and their daughter left the room. She looked down at her son and picked him up. "Do you want to play magic too?" She asked him.

Her answer was a big, drooly kiss.