Okay, I promise I'm still here! Sorry for the long delay, got really busy, and had a bunch of friend drama. Anywho… I've had a couple of people asking why Celes calls Snape "uncle", and thought I could address that here. Celes's mother, Rose, is Severus's sister. She died in Celes's first year at school, so she was raised by her uncle. And the whole "Little dots" thing is a joke with my friends and I. I always say "Little dots" during a pause in my story. It just became habit to do that. Lol

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own this. I would love to, but I don't. If I did, I could actually pay all my bills without having to sell my soul.

On with the Story:



He was being held. He clung to the black robes and cried.

"Hush, Dragon, it's alright," his godfather whispering in his ear. When he had noticed Draco in distress, he dismissed his class and grabbed the small boy into his arms.

Draco cried for several more minutes before stopping, all the while Severus whispered comforting nothings.

Once the sobs subsided, Severus said, "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes," Draco whispered.

"Are you sure?" Severus asked, gently rubbing his back.

Draco nodded in a subdued kind of fashion.

"I wrote to Papa," Severus said in a soft tone.



"Really?" Draco asked, looking up bleary eyed.

"Yes. I just said you were young again. Nothing to worry about."

Draco nodded, leaning onto Snape again.

"Alright, Dragon, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"No, sir," Draco said shyly.

"It's your choice. But if you want to tell me, I'm here," Severus said, tenderly.

"I know. I don't want to go back to sleep, Uncle Sevvy," Draco said, tearfully.

"Alright, but if you get cranky later, you will be in trouble."

Draco nodded, and slid into Severus's arms.

Little Dots…

Jayne and the others sat in transfiguration, rather bored, while McGonagall explained the lesson. Miranda leaned over to Jayne and whispered, "Meet me after class. I have to show you something."

Jayne nodded, bewildered by the strange antics of her Ravenclaw friend.

McGonagall cleared her throat at the girls and they fell silent.

Little Dots…



Lucius sat in shock of the letter in his hands. It could be a fake, but no one could reproduce that spidery scrawl Severus called handwriting. So only one conclusion made sense; Draco was seven again.

Oh, it wasn't fair! Draco had gone through a beastly brat phase at seven. He tried to feel sorry for Severus, but he couldn't.

Lucius had dealt with Draco in the way he knew the boy's godfather would. And probably still did, when Draco misbehaved. Goodness knew he did, and it usually kept in line for quite some time, even though Lucius never liked to punish his son, it must be done.

Lucius smiled softly at the thought of his son as a child again. His greatest regret for Draco was the he'd grown up.



Now, he was young and Lucius would be his papa, and he was very happy. He quickly wrote a letter to Severus saying he'd be there later today and stay the night with his son.

He sent the letter and stood to pack his bag, grabbing some of Draco's old, favorite toys, from one of the many closets in the manor.

Little Dots…

Jayne followed Miranda up to the hospital wings in silent confusion.

The brunette had just said to follow her, so Jayne bade Celes and the other's goodbye and obeyed.



Once in the creepily sterile and white room, Miranda went and spoke to Madam Pomfrey for a few moments, then smiled, and walked over to another part of the wing, motioning Jayne over.

As she approached, Jayne saw a crib holing a small, sandy-haired baby with the brightest hazel eyes she'd ever seen.

"Oh! 'E's adorable!" she exclaimed.

"He's my son," Miranda said, picking him up and cuddling him.

"What?" Jayne said, blankly.

"My son. Three months old," Miranda said, a little nervous as to what Jayne would say.

"May I 'old 'im?" Jayne asked.



Miranda obliged and Jayne took the baby and cooed at him, making him gurgle happily.

"What's 'iz name?" Jayne asked, charmed by him.

"Dominic James Knight," Miranda said, relieved Jayne liked him.

"'E's wonderful, Miranda!" Jayne said, smiling.

"Thanks…" Miranda sighed, sitting down, and taking him to feed.

Jayne watched her friend with the baby. He was so cute, and she was obviously a good mother.

Mildly, Jayne wondered who the father was, then realized that with that sandy hair, it had to be Theo.

"Does Blaise know?" she asked.



"Yes. He's practically Dominic's father. More so then Theo is, anyways."

Jayne laughed and said, "Probably."

Little Dots…

Severus watched his godson play with the few toys he'd managed to dig out from when Jean Luc had stayed with him as a child.

It was only a few blocks and three gobstones, but Draco had taken four pens, and some spello-tape and made a track of sorts, and was rolling the gobstones down them, from the coffee table to the books, to the blocks, and to the floor, trying to knock over the empty ink-bottles Severus had given him.



The boy was inventive, he had to admit. He'd received Lucius's letter and had arranged for them to eat in his quarters. He hadn't told Draco his father was coming, though he kept asking.

"Did Papa write back?" Draco's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"No, Dragon, not yet," he repeated for what felt like the zillionth time.

Draco sighed, and said, "I wish he would."

"I know, child. But he hasn't."

Just then, the fire turned emerald, and Lucius stepped out.

Draco's eyes widened and he fairly tackled him, yelling, "Papa! Papa, you came!"

"Yes, Dragon, I did," Lucius said, picking him up, and hugging him.

Severus took his bag and Draco said, "Uncle Sevvy said you didn't write."



"I did," Lucius said, "But he probably wanted it to be a surprise."

Draco nodded, brow furrowed, "But…he lied."

Lucius smiled, and said, "Yes, but it's alright."

"But I get in trouble when I lie!" Draco protested.

"Fine. Severus, no dessert," Lucius said with a smile.

"Fiiine!" Severus said with a false moan.

Draco gave a giggle and said, "Papa, look at what I made."

He pulled his father over to the ramp he'd made.

"You did this?" Lucius asked, surprised.

"Yes, I did. Uncle Sevvy gave me the tape and pens, but I built it!"

"Very good," Lucius said in a gentle voice.



"Thank you," Draco said, remembering his manners.

Lucius nodded as he summoned the toys he'd brought.

"Dragon, come here," he said, knowing the boy hadn't seen the toys as he was rearranging the ramp.

Draco stood, and walked over, looking slightly guilty.

"What's wrong?" Lucius asked, lifting his chin.

"Uncle Sevvy told you I was naughty, didn't he?" Draco asked softly.

"No, Draco, he didn't. What happened?"

"He decided to play potions after being told not to, and hurt several of my students," Severus answered, while Draco looked down.

Lucius nodded, and said to his son, sternly, "Did you do that?"



"Yes sir," Draco whispered.

"And were you punished?"

"Yes sir. Uncle Sevvy…" Draco trailed off.

"Did he spank you?" Lucius asked, lifting his chin again.

Draco shifted uncomfortably, and said, "Yes, Papa."

Lucius nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Well, then you were punished and I've no intention of punishing you."

Draco sighed, and smiled.

"Now, I wanted to give you these," Lucius said, giving the boy the toys he'd brought.

Draco gasped, grinned, and hugged his father.



"Thank you, Papa!" he exclaimed, looking through the toys.

"You're welcome. Severus, have you begun the antidote?"

"Not yet. I've been busy."

"Yes, I can imagine so," Lucius said, watching his son change the ramp to longer and more twisted to incorporate the new toys.

And that's it for this chapter. The next chapter, Jayne tells her parent's she's pregnant. Lol. Yes, I brought them back, in case anyone noticed. Please review!