A/N: Welcome to the second installment (aka. Day four and five). I'd like to thank those who reviewed and answer one question that came up. Geoffrey is the son of Draco Malfoy and his wife Pansy Parkinson, with that said it should be quite clear that Harry is no longer in school . Also as to why he calls Harry and Snape Uncle Harry and Uncle Sev'rus is simply me playing into fanon. I always liked the idea of Snape being Draco's godfather and with that in mind when you're little all friends/relatives/important people to the family are Uncle or Aunt therefore Snape already was uncle in my mind and Harry is too just because Geoff likes him enough to call him that. I hope that clears up the cobwebby corners of my mind

Also, day five is obscenely short for one reason, Harry would never have to pay bills because he's rich and since he's rich and when does Snape ever shop, they really wouldn't have them now would they?

Merry Christmas Everyone!

The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: Sending Christmas cards

"Do you even know half these people, Potter?"

Harry leaned back in the chair and stretched his arms out in front of him, dropping the quill onto the tabletop. He tilted his head backwards imagining he could hear his neck cricking as he did so. Snape was gazing down at him with an amused expression that only served to make Harry feel more tired.

He shook his head in exhaustion and yawned wildly not even bothering to cover his mouth. He'd gotten up at dawn just with the intent of making out Christmas cards for what seemed like every sodding person in the Wizarding World. It wasn't like he asked everyone to send him these blasted cards either. Harry stared at the mounting pile beside him with aggravation already narrowing in one the ones with the more colorful envelopes wondering how those people would word their marriage proposals. So far the most creative/threatening one said she would run around naked on boxing day proclaiming that he was a raging homosexual.

"You should rest you know," Snape advised, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder before squeezing it gently.

Harry shrugged making to pick up his quill again before thinking better of it. Instead, he dropped his hand back onto the tabletop. "Why?" The answer came in the form of a rampaging blonde who tore into the study with a crazed albeit giddy expression. Harry felt the urge to slam his head against the desk but managed to reign it in, after all, everyone already thought he was crazy enough.

"UNCLE HARRY, UNCLE HARRY, UNCLE HARRY! GUESS WHAT? GUESS WHAT?" Geoffrey shouted,, practically skipping around the desk. Harry saw the envelope in his hands and looked up at Snape curiously. Snape shook his head in exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose. Well, at least he knew why the older man had wanted him to take a break anyway. Being locked up inside the study all morning meant Snape had to take care of Geoffrey which meant bad news for Harry. He couldn't be certain if Snape had left his hand on his shoulder by mistake or if it was there to keep him planted in his seat. It wasn't exactly like he could go anywhere now, not with Geoffrey gazing up at him excitedly.

"What?" asked Harry finally.

Geoffrey beamed up at him showing off all his tiny baby teeth. "I gotsa letter!"

"Oh?" Harry held out his hand expectantly and Geoffrey stuffed the envelope into his outstretched hand. He had a feeling he already knew who it was. "Was it a good one?" he asked distractedly, turning over the envelope in his hands to open it.

"Yup!" Geoffrey chirped. "Uncle Sev'rus had to read it to me though, cause I couldn't."

Harry glanced up into Geoffrey's face noting the brief look of disappointment before it vanished. He pulled out the folded letter and opened it only briefing scanning over the introduction paragraph before skipping to the signature. There in flowery writing said the words "mama" and "papa".

"It's from your parents."

"Yup!"

Harry sighed seeing that he would get no further answers unless he read the letter himself.

My Darling Baby Geoffrey,

We miss you very much and hope you are not bothering Severus too much. You know how much he hates to have his work interrupted.

Harry snorted into the parchment. A day were Geoff didn't seem to bother Snape would be a blessing. It didn't seem to take much to set the surly man off during the hols. Perhaps it was a good thing Harry had given up on trying to hide Snape's stash of liquor, he really didn't want to think of what might have happened to the child in their care otherwise.

We leave Paris for the Swiss Alps tomorrow darling and have been thinking about you constantly. Have you been a good boy? Done everything Severus has asked of you, including eating your vegetables.

It took little effort for Harry to imagine the look of distaste on Geoffrey's face at that last sentence. He and Snape had pretty much left well enough alone when it came to the blonde and his vegetables. Finding string beans in various places for the better part of week clinched it.

Mama and Papa wish you the best and cannot wait to see you come Christmas. Do not let Severus or Potter scare you, baby, at least Severus means well.

Harry arched a brow at that last sentence noticing a distinct difference in the script. He could only assume that was when Malfoy had taken over to offer his sound advice. So far, he had enjoyed the diplomatic way Pansy had not included him in the letter. It had almost been too much to hope that he would have been left out completely. Ah well, he rustled the parchment a bit as he read the last few lines.

We love you Geoffrey and miss you terribly much.

Love ,

Your Mama and Papa

If Geoffrey hadn't been smiling up at him like Christmas had arrived early, Harry would have asked what Pansy had meant "cannot wait to see you come Christmas." He had been under the assumption that Geoffrey would be in their care until the New Year. He glanced over his shoulder at Snape suspiciously scanning the older man's face to see if he had already known. It would be one of those things he would hide from him, knowing how much love was shared between him and Malfoy.

Looking at Geoffrey, Harry found himself wondering how this little boy could be the spawn of Satan and Satan's bride. While Pansy had never been openly mean to him before, it wasn't like she had ever been openly friendly with him either. No, the separation of houses and bloodlines had been enough to install a silent animosity. He folded the letter and carefully put it back in its torn envelope and silently handed it to Geoffrey with a strained smile. Geoffrey didn't seem to notice and Harry was suddenly very thankful for the little boy's inattention.

"You're thinking too hard."

"Shut up," Harry said dismissively, waving a hand in Snape's general direction.

He noticed that Geoffrey was still standing there beside him but this time seemed more puzzled than excited. Harry drummed his fingers once over the tabletop silently willing both of the intruder's out of Snape's study, well okay, he silently wished one of the intruders was gone. Really, was it too much to ask for a bit of peace so he could finish signing his name to these dramatically simplified thank you/Christmas cards? After all, it had taken him an hour to just spell the messages onto appropriate blank cards in the first place. The subtle let down cards were in one pile, the blasé Harry Christmas ones in another, and the fuck off and die one's which while few and far between had a sizable pile of their own, all waiting for his name. He could just as easily charm his name onto each of them, but he felt that perhaps a personal touch would be appropriate. Having raving, sobbing, and apparently naked women at his and Snape's doorstep did not sound like a fun time.

"Uncle Harry, whatcha doin'?" Geoffrey asked, placing his hands(envelope and all) on the desk and pushing himself up on tiptoes to see the contents of the desktop. Harry plucked a card from the "Happy Christmas" pile and handed it to the boy. Geoffrey took it and fell back on his heels as he examined it.

Harry gazed at Geoffrey considering before taking a blank piece of card paper and folding it in half. He handed it to Geoffrey who took it easily, dropping his letter to the floor.

"You want to make your own?" Harry asked, inclining his head towards the blank card in Geoffrey's hands. "You can mail it to your mama and papa once you finish it."

Geoffrey's eyes lit up brighter than any of the Christmas lights lining the house. "Really?"

Harry nodded and offered Geoffrey a genuine smile, not that the blonde had really noticed the difference from his previous one, but Snape seemed to if the subtle touch to his back indicated anything other than shifting of weight from one foot to the next.

"Yes, now we need to get you something to color with." He stood up noting Snape's amused expression and it sent a thrill of happiness through him. It meant Snape would actually be in a good mood later, and if there was one set God, Harry would be praising him most profusely. Taking Geoff's hand in his own he began to hum a nonsensical tune allowing the little boy to pull him out of the dimly lit study into the brightly lit hall. Harry only got a quick glimpse of Snape as the man settled down at his desk and picked up the most recent card he had been replying to. The sharp burst of laughter followed him all the way into the parlor.

The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: 5 months of bills

Shuffling and then the slamming of the front door was not the only indication of Snape's arrival back home. No, that would be far too quiet and ordinary. Harry cringed in his seat as a string of expletives that had him diving to block Geoffrey's ears spilled forth from Snape's mouth uncensored.

"What happened?" Harry finally questioned when he felt it safe to release Geoff's head.

"I just spent 25 galleons," Snape grumbled. Harry looked at him shocked and slightly dazed. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it, it was the fact that Snape seemed to have nothing to show for it at all.

"Well…what did you get then?"

Snape looked distinctly uncomfortable answering that question in front of Geoffrey. The two reasons that popped into Harry's head as answers were on opposites of two separate spectrums and his expression must have shown it as well. Snape glared at him and Harry dismissed one of his notions right away. It was a shame to because he was beginning to get excited about that notion. He'd bring it up later after Geoffrey went to bed and he was certain they were alone. A small smile settled on his face and he fluffed a bit of Geoffrey's platinum Malfoy blonde hair.

"What are you smiling at Potter?"

Harry smirked. "Just thinking about the expression on my aunt's face if she knew how often we flippantly spent money. This time of the year her and uncle Vernon were usually knee deep in bills that they wouldn't be able to pay back until next spring."

Snape snorted.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that little joy trip and I wish everyone reading a Happy Christmas.

Also for those who wish to know, I doubt I'll get another chapter up tomorrow but I'll certainly try.