Dinner had gone uneventfully and quickly. Harry had eaten his pasta (though most of the sauce had ended up on his footie pajamas) in a quiet, half asleep haze, the nap apparently having not been long enough for the small child. Snape scooped up the wild haired toddler and deposited him on the now made up bed before turning and leaving. Harry smiled a sleepy smile at the snitches flitting across the dark green walls, his eyes followed the swift gold orbs sluggishly. With a Foof, he let his head fall on the large pillow and moved his eye from the walls to the door. Did Unca Sev want him to go to sleep now? His pajamas were covered in sauce and mommy said he needed to brush his teeth every night too... He let out a small whine and called out, "Sevvvvyyyy. I need jammiesssss." He heard a small crash and jumped out of bed. Severus swept into the room in his full cloaked glory with a white cloth clutched in his hands. He thrust the cloth towards the small boy, "Put this on." Harry's forehead crinkled and held up his arms. After several seconds of staring the other down, Snape asked, "What...are you waiting for?" Harry let his arms fall and looked at Snape with an "are you kidding me?" look and said, "I need help." Snape arched an eyebrow and looked the sauce stained child over with a critical eye, "That much is obvious." The child frowned and then lifted his arms back up into the air, "Please." The man's gaze softened and he knelt down to tug the shirt over his head and then sat back to let the boy attempt to pull his pants off. When both articles were successfully removed, Snape unfolded the short he had set down and pulled it over the boy's increasingly messy hair. The shirt fell to the floor and Harry giggled. Snape smiled at hearing that but quickly wiped it off his face, replacing it with a blank and neutral look, "Do you require anything else?" Harry nodded and told him he needed to brush his teeth. Snape whisked him to the bathroom and had him brush with a tooth brush he had summoned and children's tooth paste. After, he carried the diminutive boy to his room again and settled him under the covers. He went to leave the room, waving his wand to shut off the lights, when a small voice whispered, "Good night, Unca Sev. Fank you for making me dinner and getting me new jammies and letting me stay at your house." Snape's heart clenched at this simple thanks, if only he had been able to save this boy from the horror's of earlier; he wouldn't be an orphan, he wouldn't be "The Boy Who Lived"; he would be just Harry. This little boy had been attacked and his life destroyed yet he still had the heart and innocence to thank a stranger for letting him have the simple necessities of life. Would wonders never cease? Snape rested his head on the door jam and whispered back, "You are very welcome, Harry." He slipped out of the room and shut the door slightly. "Good night."
A/N: ….this plot is not really going anywhere. I'm establishing things okay! I promise that this entire story is not going to be just fluff that chokes you or makes you sick….review and you can have magic snitches on your walls!