Okay this is only my second fan fic. I have read a couple stories where Snape is Hermione's dad, and have enjoyed them. I couldn't find anymore, so I decided to write one myself. I hope that this is easy to follow. In the story Harry and Hermione are an item. Any ideas let me know. I am still writing the story, so please be patient about updates.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related material is the property of JK Rowling and whoever else actually owns it. I am just writing for entertainment purposes and recieve no money for it.
It was the summer before their seventh year at Hogwarts. Harry had defeated Voldermort at the end of the previous school year. Harry and Hermione had made their relationship public right after Voldermort fell, when Harry ran to Hermione and kissed her. Ron was baffled, to say the least. He had no idea anything had been going on between the two of them. He got angry with them for not telling him, and with Harry for stealing Hermione away from him. Hermione made it perfectly clear that Harry did not 'steal' her. She never had any romantic feelings for Ron and never would. Ron got more angry when he found out they had been a couple since the end of fourth year. Hermione told Ron that he either needed to get over it or move on, because they were not going to put up with his anger. Needless to say the 'Golden Trio' is minus one.
Dumbledore told Harry that since Voldermort was no longer a threat and that all of the Death Eaters had been captured, he did not have to go back to the Dursley's. Hermione's parents offered to let him stay with them for the summer. They knew about their daughter's relationship and liked Harry. The only rule was that they had to sleep in separate beds, in separate rooms. Of course Harry and Hermione had no problems with this rule. They had decided that they were not going to take that step until after they got married, which they were secretly planning already. The first month of the summer was fantastic. They had gone to the movies, the zoo, the theater, an amusement park, the beach, and they just relaxed at the house by the pool.
Harry and Hermione had been out to the movies for his birthday. They went back to her house afterwards to spend some quiet time together. However when they walked inside, they stopped in their tracks. Sitting in Hermione's living room was Professor Snape. He was talking with her parents, and smiling, no … laughing.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione asked
"Oh, Hermione, you're home. Hello Harry. Did you two enjoy the movies?" Mrs. Granger asked. Harry nodded.
"Yes ma'am. Excuse me, but is something wrong Professor?" Snape looked between the two teenagers
"Well not exactly Mr. Potter. But I need to speak with Hermione. You may join us if you'd like." Hermione and Harry shared a look of concern, but went and joined the adults in the sitting room.
"Professor, what is it that you needed to speak with me about?" Hermione asked, wanting to know why he was here, in her house.
"First off, I need to apologize to both for my behavior towards you and your friends since you all started school. I had to keep the 'bastard' persona because all of the death eater children that were in my house. Please believe me, when I say that I never meant to hurt any of you with my words. It was all an act and I am terribly sorry that I had to play that role towards you."
"Professor, it's..."
"Please Hermione, let me finish. I am sure you may have figured that I was acting, but I still needed to apologize for it. You may even forgive me. However I am sure that what I am about to tell you may be a little bit less forgivable." Hermione's parents cut him off.
"Severus" they warned together. Her mother continued with a hand on his knee.
"Let Hermione decide what is forgivable or not. Do not judge yourself for her. She is very smart and will do the right thing."
"Mum?" Mrs. Granger put a hand up.
"Hermione dear, your father and I have been keeping something from you. Now hear us out before you let your temper get the better of you. You too Harry, as I am sure this will come as a shock for the both of you. Now let me start this and Severus and Frank and fill any spaces.
Well when I was at University I meant a very handsome young man. He couldn't figure out how to use a telephone. He saw me watching him and asked if I could help him. I asked if he the phone number of the person he was trying to contact. He looked at me as if I were out of my mind. I asked then if he knew whom he was contacting. He told me his cousin was expecting him and told me his cousin's name. Well it turned out that his cousin was my lab partner. Rather conveniently I was on my way to his house to work on a project (of course my partner had no idea I was on my way and neither did I until that minute). So I showed him the way. The three of us became fast friends and spent weekends together. About a year after the first meeting, this man and I had fallen in love. We wanted to get married, but he had an unsafe job as a spy. He didn't want to put me in danger. However we showed our love in other ways. He got an assignment that he did not know if he would survive. We shared on last night together. Before he left he made me swear to marry his cousin, until it would be safe for him and I to be together. The three of us had already discussed this and determined that if he felt that something was amiss that we should do this. So after he left I contacted his cousin. We went to the courthouse the next day and got married. About nine months later you were born Hermione."
"So, Professor Snape is the man you loved and my cousin?" Hermione asked. Although she doubted that, she hoped that was what it was.
"Yes Hermione, I was the man your mother loved, but I am not your cousin. I am your father. The night I left I had to stay with Voldermort for three months, to prove my loyalty to him. When I return from this 'boot camp' I didn't have the heart to look for your mum. I was forced to do things that I never wanted to do, but had to, to maintain my place as a spy for Dumbledore. I knew that her and Frank had gotten married. I also knew that Voldermort was growing stronger. I did not get into contact with Frank until after Harry defeated Voldermort the first time. Frank told me all about you and how you were growing and showing signs of magic already. But I knew that it was still not safe to come back. I stayed away, but kept in touch. When you got you first Hogwarts letter, your mother and Frank wanted me to tell you then. I felt that it still wasn't safe. I told them that until I knew for certain the Voldermort was gone for good, I would not tell you. I am very proud of you for all that you have accomplished and I enjoyed watching you grow up the last six years. I knew when you and Harry starting seeing each other, before even your mum. I am proud of the decision that you made there. I know that you both have hated me since your first year, but I would like for you to give me a chance to be your dad."
Both Hermione and Harry were speechless. Harry had taken hold of Hermione's hand and was rubbing her palm with his thumb. Hermione had tears in her eyes.
"Okay, but what about mom and dad? Are you two going to get a divorce now that he is here?" Frank spoke up this time.
"No sweetheart. Severus told us, about when you were five, that he understood your mother and I had fallen in love. He did not want to get between us. He still loves your mum as she does him, but it never had a chance to grow, like our love for each other has."
"Hermione please understand that I have no intentions of coming between the two of them. I am happy for them. I also don't want to take you away from them. I just want a chance to get to know you as a daughter and you me as a father."
"But I don't even look like you? Not one little bit." Severus smiled.
"Yes well" he pulled out his wand and did an intricate movement saying something in Italian Harry gasped and the three adults smiled. Hermione got up and went to the mirror above the mantle.
"Oh Merlin!" and she passed out.
When she came to she was laying on the couch, with her head in Harry's lap. He was stroking her hair. He smiled down at her.
"Bit of a shock there?" He asked teasingly Hermione just nodded.
"I…I need to see again."
"Okay, but you just stay by the couch. Harry you stand behind her, just in case." Harry nodded and stood behind Hermione wrapping his arms around her waist. Severus transfigured and cushion into a full-length mirror. Hermione looked at her reflection. No way was that really her, but it had to be, Harry still had his arms around her and was smiling back at her in the mirror.
Her hair was just a long as always, but now it was straight and black. Her eyes were bright blue, instead of chocolate brown. She was almost a full six inches taller and would have to stand on her toes to kiss Harry. Her body had thinned out a little to go with the height, and it was way more pronounced. She had her mothers nose still and her skin was tanned rather than pale like Severus'. She took another look at her body and chocked back a sob.
"My boobs are smaller!" she shrieked.
"HERMIONE!" All three adults yelled at the same time. Harry laughed and whispered in her ear.
"That may be so, but I like these better." Hermione jumped and elbowed him in the gut.
"Harry! My parents are in the room. All three of them." Harry smiled while rubbing where she elbowed him.
"Yeah, but you're the one who brought up the subject, in front of them. But I do like the new look." He put his arms back around her and kissed her neck
"Very sexy." Severus coughed. Harry jumped back at the closeness of said cough, blushing.
"Uh sorry, sir." Hermione spoke up before anything more embarrassing happened.
"Um…dad…yeah…well, what about my name? I mean is it still..er..was it ever…Hermione? And am I Granger or Snape?" Her mother walked into the room and handed her, her birth certificate.
"Stasha Hermione Snape?" She looked at her mum with a questioning look.
"Yes. Your dad, Severus, choose Stasha. Frank and I decided on Hermione. And we all agreed that Snape would be your last name on the birth certificate. When Frank and I got married he took my name and that where Granger came from."
"Do I have to start going by Stasha Snape?" Severus shook his head
"Only if you want to. We can tell everyone the truth and you can go by Stasha or Hermione. We could just tell them you are my daughter and have been studying abroad and that Hermione Granger moved with her parents. Or we could put the charms back on and tell nobody anything. It is up to you." Hermione looked at the three adults in the room.
"Um, would you mind if Harry and I talked about this before I decide for sure?"
"Not at all honey. Why don't you take Harry outside by the pool and the three of us will stay here a chat a bit." Hermione smiled and led Harry outside.
"Thanks mum." When they got outside, they took off their shoes and put their feet in the pool. Harry turned to Hermione.
"So what are you thinking about all this?" Hermione sighed.
"I'm not sure really. I mean I understand him wanting to keep us safe and all, but I have known him for six years and, well I don't know. I mean I never hated him or anything. Yeah he said some awful things to me over the years, but I had figured out it was mostly an act in fifth year. Just, Snape is my dad, it's a little weird."
"Yeah, but we know he is a good guy. I mean man, how many times has he saved my life. He can't be too bad a s a dad, can he?"
"I suppose not, I had already decided that I would at least give him a chance. But what about my new look and the whole name thing?"
"Do you want to know my opinion on that?"
"Please."
"Okay, first I don't think we should send 'Hermione Granger' away. It would be too difficult with our relationship for us to be able to pull that off. So my thinking is either tell the truth and pick a name for your new looks or put the glamour back on and pretend it never happened."
"I just couldn't pretend it never happened. He's my dad. I just found that out, I am not going to loose that because I am worried about what others think."
"Okay, so we tell everyone he's your dad. Now are you going to be Hermione or Stasha?"
"I don't know? I mean I don't think that Hermione really goes with this look, but everybody knows me, don't you think it would be difficult for them all to just start calling me Stasha?"
"Maybe, but they will get used to it if the people close to you are calling you Stasha or Ms Snape. And you can respond to either name. If you prefer Stasha, the if somebody slips, then just politely remind them."
"Yeah. I do like the way it sounds. Stasha Snape." Harry leaned in to give her a kiss.
"Sexy Stasha Snape." They deepened the kiss and started to lie back on the pool deck.
"MR. POTTER!" Both of the teens startled and Harry pulled Hermione into the pool while he was trying to distance himself. When they both came up, Hermione yelled.
"Dad please!" Severus had been laughing at the sight of startling them but stopped when Hermione call him 'dad'.
"Did you just call me dad?" he asked.
"Yeah well, you're worse than my other dad when it comes to Harry, so I think other than DNA you earned the title."
"Well…wait," he turned on Frank
"Worse, you mean you don't get onto them when they are in that position? I don't want to be a granddad, before I get the chance to be a dad." He turned to Harry and Hermione.
"House NOW."
"Dad, just..."
"NOW" Harry and Hermione got out of the pool and Frank cast a drying spell on them before they went inside. When they got inside they followed Severus into the sitting room and sat on the couch, while Severus paced in front of them.
"Sir, please if you just let us explain."
"EXPLAIN? Okay explain why you were lying on top of my daughter in a very compromising position?"
"Dad we were just kissing. Honest. When Harry moved in Mum and my other dad didn't trust our teenage hormones either. Harry and I had already decided that we were not going to go that far. We made a wizard's oath, in front of them, that we would not do that until after we got married! We aren't stupid. We know what could happen and we didn't want to risk it. We love each other and we know that, that part of our relationship will not affect our love, that's why we agreed to wait. Give us some credit. Besides do you honestly think that Mum and my other dad would let Harry live here with out knowing for sure that we wouldn't be doing that every night?" Severus dropped down into a chair.
"I am sorry for jumping to conclusions and not trusting your judgment. Wait, did you say 'married'?"
"Yes, but not anytime soon. He hasn't even asked me yet."
"And I don't plan to until after we finish Hogwarts at least. But we already know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together. Sir."
"Hermione…"
"Stasha."
"What?"
"I am going to go by Stasha now. We decided that it wouldn't be good to just get rid of Hermione and I didn't want to put the glamour back on and pretend this never happened. You're my dad. I accept that and so does Harry. Everyone else can either accept it too, or get over it. Please dad, I know that you are still getting used to being a dad, but trust that mum and my other dad have it under control, and have embarrassed us with every parent/child and parent/boyfriend talk imaginable. Uh… what am I suppose to call my other dad now? My other dad is just too much. And it is major confusing calling you both dad." Severus laughed.
"Nice change of subject. I guess though that since they covered it, I can accept that. Just try to keep your PDA to a minimum in front of me. Now, what do you want to call Frank? You don't have to stop calling him dad. You don't have to call me dad. It is up to you." Frank walked over to Hermione and knelt in front of her.
"Baby, I have been your dad for seventeen years. I am honored that you called me that, but he is your real dad. I have always known that. How about we let him have that title now that he can and you can call me Uncle Frank." Hermione had tears in her eyes and hugged her first dad.
"I love you baby"
"I love you too. You were my first daddy and you will always be 'daddy' in my heart." Her mum walked in.
"Okay kids, you've had a long night. Why don't you go on up and get ready for bed. We can start calling you Stasha tomorrow, and make the rest of the plans." Harry and Hermione stood up and went to the stairs.
"Go on up, I'll be there in a minute." Harry nodded and went upstairs. Hermione went back and hugged her dad.
"Good night dad." Severus was a little shocked but returned the embrace and placed a kiss on her head.
"Good night Stasha." Hermione released him and made for the stairs. She turned around
"Oh mum, can you tell dad what Harry and I do before we go to bed." With that she took off up the stairs in a hurry.
"What?" Severus asked. He was about ready to tear up the stairs after her.
"Don't worry Severus. They get ready separately. Once they are ready for bed, they sit at the end of the hall and read a couple chapters of Shakespeare together, until Hermione falls asleep. Harry kisses her goodnight and goes to get frank to take her to bed. I think she wanted me to tell you because she is embarrassed. She has been having nightmares since the final battle. If her and Harry don't read together, and she fall asleep next to him, then she wakes up screaming. Harry figured this out before school let out. He said that they would stay up together in the common room reading until she fell asleep. He would lay her down, with her feet on his lap, and stay with her until the sun came up. He said that one night he had gotten a detention with you for something and didn't get back until really late. When he came in Hermione was sleeping on the couch. He went up to get washed up and when he came back down she was screaming. He got her to calm down and go back to sleep. When they got here, we weren't sure about it at first. We told the to try with out it at first to see what happened. The first week they were here, she woke up screaming every night. The second week, we let them read then go to bed before she fell asleep. Same thing happened. We decided that we would try letting her go to sleep then move her into her room and see what happened. Well Frank pit wards on Hermione's door so that Harry could not go in there. He did this before they got here. So we decided that Frank would come and get her and then put her to bed. It's been working ever since then."
"Why doesn't she just take a dreamless sleep potion?"
"Frank offered that to her. She said that she didn't want to become dependant of it, and that she would prefer not to take it, in case something happened and she was needed."
"Do you think Frank would mind if I put her to bed tonight?" Rose Granger smiled.
"Not at all. It may be a while though. Why don't we sit down? He is making tea and we can discuss some things while we wait." About forty-five minutes later, Harry came down to tell them that Hermione was asleep. Severus went up and put her to bed.
(From now on Hermione is going to be Stasha Snape, unless otherwise mentioned.)
The next morning everyone got up to eat breakfast together. When Stasha walked into the room her jean went to her calves and her shirt showed her mid-drift.
"Uh mum, I think I am going to need to go shopping. Nothing fits me anymore."
"That's okay. I can't take you today though; I am needed at the office with Frank. Severus would you mind taking her shopping?"
"No, that's fine. Harry will you be coming along too?"
"No, sir. I promised Frank and Rose that I would help in the office today. Their receptionist had to take a few days off."
"Oh. Well Stasha, we can use this time to get to know each other better. How about we head out after breakfast?"
"That's fine, but I can't go out looking like this. Can you do something to fix my outfit? I don't know any clothes altering spells." Severus smiled and waved his wand and Stasha's clothes starched to fit her.
"Thanks" When they finished their breakfast, the Granger's and Harry left to go to the office, while Stasha and Severus went to go shopping.
Stasha decided that she wanted to shop in muggle London first. They had decided that they would go to Diagon Alley with Harry that weekend to get their school supplies and anything else she would need. They went to the mall to get her muggle clothes.
"Okay now you aren't going to go all dad on me now are you?" Severus looked at her
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if I find something I like, let's say a little too revealing."
"You can bet your arse I will go all dad on you! You don't need any revealing clothes. You will look just fine with clothes that show very little skin." Stasha laughed.
"I don't think so. I got a new body; I need a new look to go with it. Come on, it's not like I am going to let my tits and arse be hanging out. Just let me find some things I think I might like, try them on and then we can talk about it. Please?"
"You can try them on and talk about them, but I am not going to let you get anything that is going to make you look like trash."
"Dad"
"Stasha, you may have just found out that I am your dad, but I have always been your dad. I have observed you the last six years at school. I see no reason for you to change who you are by changing your fashion style to go with your new look."
"Fine!" with that Stasha stormed into the closest clothing store, which just happened to be lingerie. Severus rolled his eyes and waited outside. Twenty minutes later when she came out, she held the bag out to her dad.
"You want to check and make sure I didn't get anything too trashy?"
"That's quite alright, I will have your mother check when she gets home tonight. Now loose the attitude or I will pick out the rest of your clothes for you." Severus crossed his arms across his chest and waited.
"Fine, Fine, but can you at least let me show you what I want and then you can decided if it is too trashy?"
"I can do that, but if I say no, no attitude from you. Got it." Stasha rolled her eyes
"Yeah I got it." They went onto the next store. Severus followed Stasha around the store while she pick out clothes and handed them to him to carry. He kept his mouth shut whenever she put anything on the pile that he did not approve of. After about forty-five minutes they went to the dressing rooms. He handed her the pile of clothing.
"I want to se everything. If I approve the look, I will take it after you change. When you are done anything I am not holding stays."
"Whatever" with that she went into the changing room. She decided that she was going to put on the most outrageous out fit first. She knew that he would not approve of it and hoped that it might soften him up a bit. She put on a very tight, micro mini, black patent leather skirt, which rode very low on her hips. Her top was red patent leather that pushed up her chest to give her ample cleavage and was about two and a half inches above her belly button. She wasn't really looking forward to showing him this much of her, but she had a point to make. She took a deep breath, held her head high, opened the door and took one step out.
"Take it off! NOW!" Severus growled.
"Dad…"
"Stasha don't try me. I will take you out of this store and straight to Madame Malkins and make you wear robes two sizes too big. The next outfit better be appropriate, or we will leave."
"Ugh" Stasha stormed back into the room.
'Well that really worked' she thought to herself. She pulled the clothes off and threw them into the corner. Next she went conservative. She pulled on a white, long, flowing, gauzy skirt and a pale blue mini-tee. She looked in the mirror.
'Well there is less than two inches of skin showing my mid and it's got a high collar. Maybe this will work.' She opened the door and stepped out.
"Well?" Severus looked at her.
"Huh, raise your arms above your head."
"What!" He lifted an eyebrow. She sighed and held her arms up.
"Oh come on dad. This is not bad at all. I have worse in my closet that mum has bought me."
"Go try on the next outfit then." Stasha jump and ran back into the changing room. The next outfit was a little bit more daring than the last, but nowhere near the first. The jeans were tight and low rise. The shirt was a red strapless the stopped at her belly button. One last look in the mirror and out she went.
"Turn around and squat." Stasha didn't want to do that. He would see her tattoo then.
"If you don't like the jeans I wont get them."
"No ma'am. Turn around and squat. Unless there is something you don't want me to see?" Stasha sighed. He was going to see it sooner or later. She turned around and squatted.
"WHAT IS THAT?"
"Dad, please don't do this here. I got it the summer after fifth year. Mum went with me, okay."
"What is it Stasha?"
"It's a muggle tattoo. Harry's name in Chinese."
"Your mother let you get that?"
"Yes. It's not the only one that I have, and no you will not show you the other one now. Can we just please finish shopping?"
"Fine the jeans are fine, the shirt however," He tossed a knut on the ground
"It you can pick that up and not fall out of your shirt, then you can get the shirt." Stasha smirked. She squatted down and picked up the knut. When she stood up, she placed it in his hand, turned around and went back to change. And so it went. An hour and a half later Stasha and her dad walked out of the store. She had gotten several pairs of jeans, a few skirts (long and short), some shorts, several mini-tees of various colors, tank tops, and a few strapless shirts that she had to fight for. She also got two dresses (which he did not approve of). After they left the shop, they went to the food court for lunch.
"Okay now I need some shoes and a bathing suit."
"Alright, you go ahead and get the shoes. I will meet you back here in and hour."
"What you're not going to supervise my shoe selection?"
"Stasha,"
"Okay, okay, I'm going" Stasha found the shoe store and went inside. She got a pair of tennis shoes, flip-flops, a pair of platforms, a pair of boots (that went up to her knee) and a new pair of school shoes. An hour later she went back and found her dad. He was holding a back that looked like it was from a clothing shop. And it was small.
"Please tell me you did not buy my bathing suit." She stated when she got to him.
"Do you want me to lie to you?" She snatched the bag from him and pulled out the bathing suit. HE had gotten her a black one-piece suit. It actually was a wet suit, like for surfers. Long legs and long sleeves.
"OH my god dad! I don't believe this. I am never going clothes shopping with you again. Can we leave NOW" With that she stormed away. When she got outside she found a deserted alley and appirated home. She didn't even wait for her dad. When she got home she went straight to the fireplace, activated the floo and called Tonks.
"Wotcher, who are you?"
"Tonks please, it me Hermione. I need you to come to my house now please, if you can. I need your help with something personal and I can explain my appearance when you get here."
"Sure thing Hermione. Give me about five minutes."
"Thank you so much. Come up to my room when you get here. I will set the wards to allow you in."
"Yup" Tonks' head disappeared from the flames and Stasha ran up to her room and slammed the door into her dad's face, as he was only two steps behind her. She quickly put up the wards so that he couldn't get in.
"Stasha open the door or I will."
"HA! Go ahead. If you get in then you will never be able to perform your 'manly' duties again. If you know what I mean."
"You wouldn't!"
"Already did dad."
"Severus? What are you doing here and why are you trying to get into Hermione's room?" Tonks was surprised to see him here. Hermione didn't say anything about him.
"Stasha you tell her what is going on. I will be in the kitchen waiting to talk to you when you are done." Severus stormed down the stairs. Tonks looked around.
"Stasha? Who is Stasha?" The bedroom door opened and Stasha stuck her head out.
"I am. Now get in here." For the next hour Stasha told Tonks everything. When she finished she sighed.
"So you see. I need to learn that spell to change my clothes. That way I can just adjust my old bathing suit to fit my new body. And he can't say anything about it because I already had it"
"Okay, but I am not going to be the one to actually change it." The next twenty minutes was spent with Tonks showing Stasha how to do the spell.
"I can't believe it was that simple. I don't know why I never learned it before." Tonks laughed.
"Because you were never into fashion and such before. You didn't need it. You needed to know the stuff to fight with."
"I guess so. You want see him have a fit?" Stasha asked wiggling her eyebrows.
"Not really, I need to get back anyways Remus is taking me out tonight. I'll get back with you tomorrow and you can tell me all about it." Hermione had her dressing gown on, with her bathing suit underneath it. When she walked into the kitchen she didn't even look at her dad. She just kept walking out to the pool. She took a towel off the shelf by the door and went to a lounge. She laid the towel out on the lounge, took off her dressing gown and lay down. One minute later her dad was blocking her sun.
"If you don't mind, I am trying to get some sun." She said with her eyes closed.
"What in the name of Merlin are you wearing?"
"It is called a bathing suit."
"It looks like scraps of fabric. And what is that?" He asked pointing the tattoo on her hip.
"That is a fairy tattoo. I told you I had another one. As for my bathing suit, mum help me pick it out at the beginning of the summer."
"Stasha? Are you home?" Harry yelled from inside. She smiled.
"By the pool Harry!" Harry came out just as Severus tossed a towel over her. Stasha glared at her dad.
"Um is everything okay?" Harry asked.
"No" "Yes" both Severus and Stasha said together.
"Harry will you please go get Frank and Rose."
"Okay" Harry went in the house, but didn't have to go far. Frank and Rose were on their way outside.
"Severus? What's the problem?" Frank asked
"What's the problem? The problem is that my seventeen-year-old daughter feels it is not necessary to cover her self up.
"No the problem is that dad can't accept that I am not a child and can choose my own clothing." Stasha said standing up. She threw the towel at him and walked to Harry.
"Damn Stasha." Harry said while eyeing her body in the bathing suit.
"MR. POTTER!"
"Oops. Sorry sir."
"Hermione dear. I think it would be best if you went and put some clothes on. Then we could talk about this. Harry perhaps you can go visit Neville for a few hours."
"Yes ma'am." Harry gave Stasha a quick kiss, then left. Stasha stormed up to her room and put on a pair of jeans and a mini- tee. She went back down stairs and plopped down on the couch.
"Okay Stasha tell me what the problem is." Stasha looked at her dad then back at her mum.
"He is being an overbearing jerk. That's what's wrong. He made me try on every outfit I wanted to get today and show him. If it showed too much skin, or was too short or too tight or flat out looked too good, he said 'no way'. He threatened to make me wear robes two sizes too big if I argued with him. Then after lunch, I went and got shoes. He said he would meet me in an hour. When I found him he had bought me a bathing suit. Mum he got me a wet suit. With pants and long sleeves. I got mad, came home, flooed Tonks, warded my door so he couldn't come in and changed into my bathing suit after Tonks showed me how to adjust it with a spell. I went outside to lie down to get some sun. He came over, freaked out about the suit and the tattoo and then threw a towel over me when Harry came out."
"Stasha you have to understand that he his new at this. He doesn't know the rules that you and I have in place about your clothing. Did you try to tell him?"
"Well, not really. At first I was just messing with him and then he got all serious on me. I wouldn't have actually gotten anything that you and I agreed against. Then when I was trying on the clothes, he didn't even give me time to explain. He made me squat to make sure my underpants weren't showing. I had to raise my arms above my head to make sure the shirt or skirt didn't ride too high. I had to pick stuff up off the floor if I had on a strapless shirt to make sure my boobs wouldn't pop out. And none of my shorts or skirts are shorter than where my middle finger comes to on my leg."
"Now why don't you tell your mother about that first outfit you tried on. I am almost positive that she would not have approved of that."
"Dad please, I was just messing around. Trying to loosen you up some. I would have never worn that in public."
"Oh really? What is my rule about that?" Rose asked Stasha.
"Damn. Oh um. If you walk out of the dressing room you are in public. But mum.."
"Stasha what did you have on?"
"Mum, what happened to as long as you maintain your grades, you can choose your clothes."
"Stasha, you are stalling. You also know that I told you that you could not get anything if there was more skin that fabric, besides bathing suits. What did you have on first?"
"Patent leather micro skirt and a patent leather tube top."
"Well then I don't see any problems with your dad's choice of clothing. You can keep the bathing suit though. However, when you wear it, your dad must be present."
"What mum that is so not fair. Dad please, you don't want to sit around all the time while I am tanning at the beach and the pool do you?"
"If you don't want me there then you can always wear the wet suit." Stasha turned to Frank
"Daddy?"
"Oh no you don't Stasha. That may have worked when you were younger, but not now. You know what you did was not appropriate, but you did it anyways. Now you can either choose to take this punishment or you can go live with your dad for the rest of the summer while Harry stays here."
"Fine. But what if I go get a new bathing suit. Take Uncle Frank with me. If he approves, can I get out of having you there the entire time dad? Please?" Frank and Severus shared a look.
"Alright Stasha. You go with Frank on Saturday and find a bathing suit. Pick it wisely. My only request is that your fairy tattoo is not visible."
"Yes, yes I can do that. Can I go to Neville's now?"
"Sure. Be back by nine."
"Thanks mum, uncle Frank, Dad." She hugged each one on her way to the fireplace.
"Oh and dad."
"Yes Stasha?"
"I am sorry about the way I acted."
"Thank you. It will take some getting used to."
"I love you dad."
"I love you too Stasha." With that Stasha disappeared in the flames.