These first ten days have been great! Here's number eleven!

Day 11: Christmas Wrapping

"Gramma! Do you have the tape?" eight year old Harry yelled from inside the living room.

Minerva appeared from the kitchen. "Must you yell, Harry? I was merely in the other room." She held up the tape. "You know very well that I have the tape. I would never forget it."

"Good," Harry said as he scrambled off the couch. He ran past her into the kitchen and was already bouncing up and down by the table when Minerva entered. "Quick, Gramma, we gotta hurry. We hafta wrap Daddy's present before he comes home. He can't know what I got him."

Minerva chuckled, setting down the tape. "Don't worry so much, Harry. Your dad shall not find out about his present until he opens it on Christmas morning."

"Good because he can't see it. That's the rules," Harry said as he looked down at his gift to his father. Harry had drawn the man a picture of the two of them brewing potions together. He had drawn it one day at the Burrow and Aunt Molly suggested getting it framed and giving it to his dad for Christmas. Harry had gone to Minerva the next day and the woman had happily bought the boy a frame.

Minerva ruffled Harry's already unruly black hair. "First we have to wrap it in tissue paper and place it in a box. Then we can wrap it with the wrapping paper."

"I hope Daddy likes the wrapping paper I picked out for him," Harry said as he held up said wrapping paper which was green with cauldrons on it. Sprouting from the cauldrons were a bunch of candy canes.

"I'm sure he will," Minerva said as she carefully wrapped the picture frame up in tissue paper. She also placed a cushioning charm on the box just as a safety precaution. She closed the lid on the box and laid it on the open roll of wrapping paper. She turned to look at Harry. With a serious voice, she said, "Are ready with that tape, Mr. Snape?"

With a just as serious expression on his face, Harry held up the tape, "I'm ready, Gramma."

She nodded. "Alright," Minerva said as she folded it over once. "Put a piece here." Harry grabbed a long piece of tape and placed it where Minerva showed him. They continued this ritual with the rest of the gift. Each time it seemed Harry grabbed a longer piece of tape. When it was wrapped, Minerva flipped it so it was upright. She set a tag and a quill down in front of Harry. "Now, you need to write out the tag."

"How do I do that, Gramma?" Harry asked as he took a seat in one of the chairs, his short legs dangling off the edge.

"See where it says 'to'?" Minerva asked as she pointed to it.

"Yep." Harry nodded.

"You need to write Daddy because the present is to your daddy. Then where it says 'from' you write Harry because it's from you, ok," she patted the boy on the back when he nodded.

"Kay, done," Harry said a minute later.

Minerva smiled when she saw the tag. It was in Harry's best handwriting, but even at that it was sort of messy. "Very good, Harry. Now put it on the box and the present is ready to be put under your tree."

Harry grinned as he slammed the tag on.

The moment Harry put the tag on, Severus walked through the front door. "Daddy!" Harry yelled as he hopped off his seat to greet the man.

The man set down his shopping bags and removed his outdoor cloak before embracing his son. "Hello, Harry. Were you good for your Grandmother?"

Harry nodded vigorously. "Yep. I was very good."

Severus looked over at Minerva. "Was he?"

Minerva laughed as grabbed her robe off of the back of a chair. "Of course, Severus. He's always a good boy."

"Daddy," Harry said as he pulled at the man's cloak. "Guess what."

"Oh, Harry, I can only fathom," Severus told the boy.

"I wrapped your present today! See," Harry carefully brought over the wrapped box because he knew that it was breakable inside.

Severus looked at the present with a smirk. "That's very nice, Harry. Speaking of presents," Severus said as he turned his attention back to Minerva. "I hate to ask you to leave, but your present is in this bag and I'm sure that Harry would like to wrap it. I thank you again for watching him."

Minerva brushed him off. "It was my pleasure, Severus. You know I'll watch him anytime you need me." With a quick goodbye hug from Harry, she took her leave.

As soon as she was out the door, Harry ran over to the bags but didn't look inside them. "I—can I look, Daddy?"

Severus nodded as he became pulling items out. "Alright, here's the socks and new hat you wanted for your grandfather."

Harry looked at the bright neon green hat and matching socks. "He'll love it Daddy. These were the ones that I picked out that day, 'member?"

"Yes, I remembered. That is why I bought them," Severus pointed out as he grabbed the next items from the box. "I got those shortbread cookies Gramma likes and I also bought her some catnip."

"Did you get her the scarf, too?"

"Yes. I got the one that you wanted."

"Daddy, why do we get catnip for Gramma? She's not a cat. She's a real person."

"Yes, but remember that Gramma turns into a cat, so we had to make sure that we got something for her cat form as well." Severus explained as he pulled out the toys he got for his godson and the bottle of wine he bought for the Malfoys.

"Oh," Harry said after a moment of thinking. "That makes sense I guess."

Severus chuckled and ruffled his son's hair. "Let's wrap these presents. You can be my tape helper."

"Yeah!" Harry exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed the roll of tape.

An hour later, the presents were wrapped and Harry was covered with bows and tape.

"Harry, how did you manage to make that big of a mess?" Severus asked when he finally got a good look at his son.

"The tape was sticky and kept getting all over the place and you kept putting the bows on me," Harry told the man as he stuck a bow to the front of the man's robes.

The man retaliated by placing another bow on Harry's head. "Daddy!" Harry exclaimed as he tried to place another bow on the man. However, the man was too quick and he started tickling Harry instead. Harry squealed in delight and his laughter filled their chambers.

After a couple minutes, Severus finally stopped when he realized his son was out of breath. The two collapsed on the couch with Harry curled up against his father. "Daddy?"

"Hm," Severus asked as he looked down at his son.

"I hope you like your Christmas present."

Severus patted the boy's leg and pulled him closer. "I bet I will, Harry. Only because it is from you."

A week later, on Christmas morning, Harry and Severus made their way up to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry ran up to the head table to hug Albus and Minerva. "Happy Christmas!" The little boy exclaimed as he took his seat and grabbed a pancake to eat.

Severus took his usual spot and greeted the two. Minerva handed him a cup of coffee. "Thank you for the gift, Severus. It was quite thoughtful."

Severus shook his head. "Don't thank me. Harry picked it all out."

"Yep!" Harry said through a mouthful of pancake. "I even picked out Granpa's hat and socks."

Said man was wearing the bright green hat with red robes. "I thank you, Harry. It was a rather thoughtful."

"You're welcome." He leaned over to where Minerva was sitting and told her, "Daddy liked his present, too. He said it was the best gift he has ever gotten."

Severus nodded his head in agreement. "It was quite well done."

Minerva smiled at him. "You're getting soft, Severus."

The potions master sighed. "I know, but just to set the record straight, the gift itself wasn't my favorite part."

Harry looked up at the man bewildered. "What was then, Daddy?"

Severus tickled the boy's sides, causing him to giggle. "The wrapping paper."

Harry gave Minerva a look. "I told you he would like it."

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