To see him smile
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I have always found myself looking at our picture albums, there isn't any real reason why I do it; it simply feels right. There were pictures of me and my twin after our birth, birthdays, and other holiday's even pictures of my mother, both muggle and magical. After awhile I noticed something, though there are numerous pictures of my family, there are very few of my father. Now don't get me wrong there are pictures just not a lot of them, and most of them were one time occasions, his and mother's wedding, and the few family portraits we have had made. In each and every one his face is always solemn as if he had forgotten how to smile, even in his wedding pictures, though admittedly Mother smiled enough for both of them. Knowing my father as I do this puzzles me, though he was a fairly quiet man, when not in his intimidating Potions master role, he still smiles occasionally though usually only in the privacy of our home when in the presence of mother or his two children.
I finally became so curious at his lack of smile in the pictures that I got the courage up to ask him waiting until he had finished his grading, he hates being interrupted when concentrating on the school work before him. Looking up at me with his black eyes the same eyes that my brother has, he gave me permission to enter, which I did promptly and curled up in one of the chairs across from his desk. I looked straight into his eyes remembering what he had taught me long ago about always keeping my head high else I might run into a wall.
"Papa, why don't you ever smile in pictures?" Blunt and to the point so much like mother; father couldn't help but chuckle softly as he reached over and stroked my cheek affectionately before sobering watching me with those depthless black eyes.
"You have been looking at our albums again I see." He stood with that grace that both his children had inherited as he crossed over to sit beside me steepling his fingers thoughtfully his black eyes never leaving my brown ones. He was silent for a moment before speaking again his voice the soft velvet that he was well known for.
"My past is such that I was more used to sneering than smiling, I was not a very happy man until your mother came into my life even in the beginning I refused to believe that your mother was anything but a know-it-all who happened to be friends with the son of my school nemesis, she was also my student." He smirked faintly though his face sobered again as he continued. "It took many years for me to see beyond that, and it was only after the war with Voldemort when he was finally destroyed that I even considered allowing myself to step from the darkness of my past. Your mother had returned to Hogwarts as the Arithmancy professor, a completely transformed woman. She showed me that it was alright to be happy and free; it's because of her that I am the man you see today." He watched me to see if I understood I nodded slowly still looking puzzled.
I was surprised more than anything, he wasn't one to talk about his past; I had known that he didn't like to reflect on the past and so had never heard about it. I was thoughtful for some time mulling over that before I realized that he hadn't really answered my question, as if knowing my thoughts he spoke again tilting my head up so he could look into my eyes, so much like mother's he had often told me.
"The reason that I do not smile in the pictures you have seen, is because your mother and then you and your brother were the people that showed me true joy, I reserve my smiles for the three of you." He stroked my cheek again giving me the faintest of smiles his black eyes sparkling softly.
I nodded in understanding a smile quirking my lips to match his own as I stood to leave giving him a hug and kiss to the temple, my curiosity sated I went on my way leaving my father to his work, knowing I would see him at dinner tonight.
I went back to the albums content in my knowledge until Mother found me completely distracted by the book. She smiled seeing what I was looking at; currently it was pictures of her wedding. Chuckling she sat beside me and we looked at pictures for a few moments lost in thought as the pictures version of mother and father cut a cake together. The caption said "Severus and Hermione Snape, wedding day March 11th 2006"
Mother sighed a small smile on her face as if remembering that day, she always got that way when reminiscing, especially since she found out that she was going to have another baby, she sighed a lot more too. She started telling me about the wedding and how beautiful the day had been until a tear escaped her brown eyes.
I couldn't help but sigh wistfully; I loved her stories, even if I have heard them a thousand times. Something else that she has been doing a lot recently was play with the locket around her neck, one that had always stayed under her robes until recently. I watched the silver cover of the locket shine in the light and as curious as I always am asked about it. Mother looked at me affectionately, loving the curiosity of her daughter, obviously inherited from her as she took of the locket and placed it in my hand.
"This locket was the first gift your father had ever given to me, I rarely take it off, someday when you are old enough I will give it to you if you would like." She smiled at my widened eyes and carefully opened the silver locket to reveal two miniature photographs, one of mother, a small content smile on her face, the other of father and to my shock he was smiling, it was a soft turning of his lips, the same smile he reserved for mother alone, though I had caught in on occasion when they thought I hadn't been watching. Mother watched my expression and made a soft giggle from behind curled fingers as she carefully closed the locket again and put it back on stroking my hair.
"Come on love, let's go to dinner otherwise your father and brother might wonder where their girls are." Mother spoke softly closing the album and helping me up and we went to dinner arm in arm the image of my father's smiling image staying in my mind.
The end
So what did you think? Was it good, bad, not worth commenting on? Let me know, for I am planning hopefully on doing several musings like this and I want to know if it would be worth doing. R&R and tell me what you think. (
Disclaimer: I own nothing.really. Summery: Just a short little musing enjoy and R&R
I have always found myself looking at our picture albums, there isn't any real reason why I do it; it simply feels right. There were pictures of me and my twin after our birth, birthdays, and other holiday's even pictures of my mother, both muggle and magical. After awhile I noticed something, though there are numerous pictures of my family, there are very few of my father. Now don't get me wrong there are pictures just not a lot of them, and most of them were one time occasions, his and mother's wedding, and the few family portraits we have had made. In each and every one his face is always solemn as if he had forgotten how to smile, even in his wedding pictures, though admittedly Mother smiled enough for both of them. Knowing my father as I do this puzzles me, though he was a fairly quiet man, when not in his intimidating Potions master role, he still smiles occasionally though usually only in the privacy of our home when in the presence of mother or his two children.
I finally became so curious at his lack of smile in the pictures that I got the courage up to ask him waiting until he had finished his grading, he hates being interrupted when concentrating on the school work before him. Looking up at me with his black eyes the same eyes that my brother has, he gave me permission to enter, which I did promptly and curled up in one of the chairs across from his desk. I looked straight into his eyes remembering what he had taught me long ago about always keeping my head high else I might run into a wall.
"Papa, why don't you ever smile in pictures?" Blunt and to the point so much like mother; father couldn't help but chuckle softly as he reached over and stroked my cheek affectionately before sobering watching me with those depthless black eyes.
"You have been looking at our albums again I see." He stood with that grace that both his children had inherited as he crossed over to sit beside me steepling his fingers thoughtfully his black eyes never leaving my brown ones. He was silent for a moment before speaking again his voice the soft velvet that he was well known for.
"My past is such that I was more used to sneering than smiling, I was not a very happy man until your mother came into my life even in the beginning I refused to believe that your mother was anything but a know-it-all who happened to be friends with the son of my school nemesis, she was also my student." He smirked faintly though his face sobered again as he continued. "It took many years for me to see beyond that, and it was only after the war with Voldemort when he was finally destroyed that I even considered allowing myself to step from the darkness of my past. Your mother had returned to Hogwarts as the Arithmancy professor, a completely transformed woman. She showed me that it was alright to be happy and free; it's because of her that I am the man you see today." He watched me to see if I understood I nodded slowly still looking puzzled.
I was surprised more than anything, he wasn't one to talk about his past; I had known that he didn't like to reflect on the past and so had never heard about it. I was thoughtful for some time mulling over that before I realized that he hadn't really answered my question, as if knowing my thoughts he spoke again tilting my head up so he could look into my eyes, so much like mother's he had often told me.
"The reason that I do not smile in the pictures you have seen, is because your mother and then you and your brother were the people that showed me true joy, I reserve my smiles for the three of you." He stroked my cheek again giving me the faintest of smiles his black eyes sparkling softly.
I nodded in understanding a smile quirking my lips to match his own as I stood to leave giving him a hug and kiss to the temple, my curiosity sated I went on my way leaving my father to his work, knowing I would see him at dinner tonight.
I went back to the albums content in my knowledge until Mother found me completely distracted by the book. She smiled seeing what I was looking at; currently it was pictures of her wedding. Chuckling she sat beside me and we looked at pictures for a few moments lost in thought as the pictures version of mother and father cut a cake together. The caption said "Severus and Hermione Snape, wedding day March 11th 2006"
Mother sighed a small smile on her face as if remembering that day, she always got that way when reminiscing, especially since she found out that she was going to have another baby, she sighed a lot more too. She started telling me about the wedding and how beautiful the day had been until a tear escaped her brown eyes.
I couldn't help but sigh wistfully; I loved her stories, even if I have heard them a thousand times. Something else that she has been doing a lot recently was play with the locket around her neck, one that had always stayed under her robes until recently. I watched the silver cover of the locket shine in the light and as curious as I always am asked about it. Mother looked at me affectionately, loving the curiosity of her daughter, obviously inherited from her as she took of the locket and placed it in my hand.
"This locket was the first gift your father had ever given to me, I rarely take it off, someday when you are old enough I will give it to you if you would like." She smiled at my widened eyes and carefully opened the silver locket to reveal two miniature photographs, one of mother, a small content smile on her face, the other of father and to my shock he was smiling, it was a soft turning of his lips, the same smile he reserved for mother alone, though I had caught in on occasion when they thought I hadn't been watching. Mother watched my expression and made a soft giggle from behind curled fingers as she carefully closed the locket again and put it back on stroking my hair.
"Come on love, let's go to dinner otherwise your father and brother might wonder where their girls are." Mother spoke softly closing the album and helping me up and we went to dinner arm in arm the image of my father's smiling image staying in my mind.
The end
So what did you think? Was it good, bad, not worth commenting on? Let me know, for I am planning hopefully on doing several musings like this and I want to know if it would be worth doing. R&R and tell me what you think. (