Merry Late Christmas Morphy! Sorry for being late, but stuffs been happening with my computer, so i didn't have time and this is going to be really short!
Severus Snape was going to kill Minerva. Sloppy, bloody, run into my knife thirty time, kill.
The place looked too colorful, even for a kid. But, that didn't mean said kid didn't enjoy it.
Severus was still amazed at how Albus had talked him into adopting Harry. Small two-year-old Harry who didn't know his future. Small Harry who called Severus 'dada' on a regular basis, who still called Albus 'abus', and little Harry who lost his parents.
Severus knew Voldemort was after him, but he was under the impression that he would spare Lily, letting her live and find love once again. He wanted her to live and maybe find love again, have another child to replace the hole he knew would form in her heart. But The Dark Lord was a soulless bastard. He had striked the woman down and went after the child, causing he himself to vanish.
He was happy about that.
Not saying he wasn't even slightly happy to see his 'son' throw himself on the floor and wobble his way around the room. This was his third Christmas, his second one where he would be getting real presents for himself, and his first with Severus. Severus was curious as to how this would end.
Minerva, and he knew it was Minerva, had put a huge, bright, cheerful Christmas Tree in the middle of the room, covered with bright red and blue and orange and green and pink and... just plain bright ornaments. If the tree wasn't enough, there were wrapped presents surrounding it, ranging from the size of Harry's little hand to the size of a students desk. The rooms, all of his rooms, were decorated for the holiday. His room's dark green silk comforter was replaced with a bright one with red and green swirls printed on it. Harry's . . . well, Harry was addicted to bright colors, so his room wasn't really any different, except all his clothes now had reindeer or snowmen or that blasted jolly fat guy on them.
He didn't like this.
But it did bring a small smile to his face when Harry had jumped up and down and fell, pointing to the presents and clapping.
He smiled, a true genuine smile, when Harry jumped on him that morning to wake him up.
He laughed at Harry's excitement when he saw the presents.
He scowled when he saw Albus' present. Brooms, flying brooms, were not for children.