Are you my Daddy?

"Albus," Severus nodded to Dumbledore while grabbing a plate, "Who will I be expecting to tutor Harry tomorrow morning?" he began filling the plate with biscuits and treacle tart. Dumbledore paused before he answered. "Nevermind, surprise me. I'm beginning to get accustomed to those things." he grabbed another plate and added more desserts to it. "Suprises that is. I can never have enough of them; nothing is to surprising for me."

"Are you going to see Harry?" the older man asked a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

"I think you know where I'm going, and oddly, I'm not surprised I am going to find myself there." Severus turned on his heels and left the quiet dinning room.

"You didn't know Charlie…"

"AND THAT MAKES IT OKAY!" Charlie yelled through his tears. He was angry with himself, he knew his mum didn't let him and his siblings leave the table without eating, and yet he let-told Harry to do it.

"He probably hates me," Charlie whispered. "He probably thinks I was just doing it to be mean," Charlie's red face was tear stained and his eyes were puffy, "Can you imagine someone doing that to him? He's so little Bill, he doesn't deserve that! He doesn't."

"Char, it's over he's here now, and he gets to eat plenty in the Great Hall," Bill said trying to calm his brother.

"No! He doesn't Bill, he told me he wasn't hungry because he was afraid I wouldn't feed him!" Charlie yelled. "He was afraid Bill, and I didn't even realize it, I just thought he was bored or something."

"How could you have known? It's not your fault." Bill said pulling Charlie into a hug. Charlie tried to push away from it, he didn't deserve a hug. Bill was just as bad as his mother, "It's really not, you know."

"William let go of me!' he yelled shaking free. If anyone should be hugged, it should be Harry, and he knew that wouldn't happen soon. Snape probably wouldn't let him even see Harry from a mile away now.

"We never had everything growing up, but we had enough. We had enough food, and a home, parents who love us, and all I've ever done was complain that it wasn't fair that the other kids got whatever they wanted!" Charlie sank to his knees. "And there is someone so young out there not even complaining that the other kids got to eat when they were hungry and he had to go empty stomached."

"Quit being so dramatic, there was nothing you could do about it," Bill said trying to pick Charlie up from the floor. He was acting almost drunk and that scared Bill. Charlie was always so put together, he's the one that always calmed Ron when the twins took his teddy, or relaxed Ginny when she was upset.

"Dramatic!" Charlie yelled, "It's dramatic what Harry's been through. Bill he looks younger and more fragile then Gin! Now just leave me alone," Charlie said storming up the stairs.

"Farshly," Severus said stepping into the Gryffindor common room. He saw a head of read hair sitting on the couch facing away from him. "Charlie," he said to the red head on the couch. "Wou-…would you like to have dessert with me and Harry? I-I-…he would enjoy your company, and ….,"

"Charlies upstairs," Bill said standing up, it looked like he had been crying, but his eyes were dry.

"I'll just be..on my way then," Severus said somewhat awkwardly, heading for the portrait. He looked so uncomfortable; like he didn't want to be here, but he didn't want to leave. Bill knew he was torn between guilt and pride so he stood up and clipped on his new prefects badge.

"I guess I have to go patrol the halls around here," he said walking pass his professor. "You could take a break tonight. You know," he smiled awkwardly and shrugged his right shoulder, "to chill with Harry or something. Casually Bill stepped halfway out, then turned his head to Snape. "For what its worth," he said looking the professor straight in the eyes, "Charlie really likes these biscuits," he said picking up one of the many desserts on the tray, and biting into it. After he stepped out, he ran for his life, unsure if the potions master would come to his sences and jinx him.

"Weasleys," Severus muttered walking up the stairs levitating the plates in front of him, "too damn surprising for my tastes."

"Charlie?" Severus asked stepping into a dorm, the second one he checked. Severus stopped dead in his tracks. There on the bed was a certain red head who had clearly been crying, in fact, his eyes were still wet and dripping like a faucet. The boy deserved this he tried to tell himself. I've spent all this time teaching Harry that not everyone acts like his past relatives, and he comes and destroys it all in one day. He accused me of harming my so-Harry the other day, and yet he harms him today.

Severus closed his eyes and thought of Harry for the briefest of moments. The boy who hid under the bed to avoid troube, and once threw his arms above his head for protection. The one who tried so hard to look like he was strong, when really, he was scarred to death. Like Charlie was. Severus wondered if he was as bad as the Dursleys, the idiots. Severus then spoke, the only thing that came to his mind…besides apologizing.

"Do you feel like having biscuits with Harry? He's afraid that you won't talk to him ever again. He thinks he got you in trouble."

"He shouldn't be afraid," Charlie said wiping his face, and putting on the older brother face he uses with his family. His protective face.

"Its true Harry, they really do fly," Charlie said smiling, Harry sitting on the floor across from him.

"No way!" the younger of the two boys said with a dream like smile on his face, "One day, I think I'll ride on the back of a dragon."

"Why wait for one day, when it could be today," Charlie said lifting Harry up and helping him to his back. "Just call me Dragon."

"Charlie," Severus called as the boy was leaving the dungeons, Harry fast asleep in his room.

"Yes?" he asked stopping. Severus lifted his head a little higher and half smiled, half smirked at the boy before closing his door. Charlie rolled his eyes and smiled. "I guess that's the closest I'll ever get to an apology from him," Charlie said entering his dorm, his mind still focusing on Snape usage of his first name.

"Night Anthony," Charlie said putting on an old cotton shirt of Bill's. Anthony didn't reply, instead the other boy closed his curtains sharply and muttered something about starvation.

"Uhh…Night Justin?" Charlie tried. In return Justin closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten.

"What's that about mate?" Charlie aske knowing Justin only deep breathed when he was more then angry.

"I can't believe you wouldn't feed Harry if he was hungry." Justin said somewhat sadly. He wasn't paying to much attention to the raven headed child when they were at the lunch table, but he had wondered why he starred so intently on his empty plate. "He's a cool kid you know," Justin said, eyes looking red. "Wonder if he likes chocolate, too," he whispered to himself before turning around a look of confusion on his face, no doubt about Charlie.

"I didn't know," Charlie said lowering his head. His time spent with Harry just moments before made him feel better about his actions, but now he was unsure again. "He said…he said he wasn't hungry…" Justin brushed his hand against Charlie's forehead. "I really didn't know."

"I believe you Dragon I was there; I saw how much you cared for him, but…" Justin said, his confusion gone. Charlie only thought he was doing the right thing afterall.

"But what?" the red head asked.

"You might have a hard time convincing the rest of the school…"

Severus was frantic, things were hectic, and Harry was sleepy. The new tutor was late and Severus needed to be in class within the next five minutes. Since school started last week, Severus has arrived late everyday, but the first, and let classes out two minutes early to give Harry a walking brake. He couldn't keep doing this, he had a schedule to live up to, and he was already hating the new tutor.

"Severus Snape!," a gruff voice lectured walking through the open door. Severus who was busy tying Harry's shoe for the fifth time that morning almost jumped. He caught himself in time and stood looking at the man. "Constant vigilance Severus, you know that."

"Your Harry's tutor?" he asked hoping he said no.

"Surprised Albus asked me?" that wasn't good, he sounded almost offended.. That wasn't like him, he would usually just laugh it off.

"Yes, I am. You've never taught a day in your life, unless it was involved with your work." Severus reminded Moody of a bear guarding her cubs, "Harry doesn't need that kind of training, he's to young."

"Relax, I'm not tutoring the runt." Moody said looking at Harry. "I'm his personal body guard," he said puffing his chest out. This is just what he needed. About the time of his retirement, people began to suspect him of being mental, and he did not want his family name tarnished.

"Well you go do your work while I do mine," Severus said patting Harry's head. "See you later," he said walking out the door and running into a very short student holding the hand of someone shorter than her.

"Constant Vigilance," Severus snapped at the girl's feet, helping himself up and waiting for her to stand so he could take house points away.

"I hear that a lot," the girl said sarcastically, throwing her hand up in a way that just begged for help.

"Get up," he said pressed for time.

"That's no way to treat a lady boy," Moody said to Severus from inside the room. Harry was peaking out the corner just as the girl lifted her arm and went over to help her up.

"Well this 'lady' is late for class."

"Need help," Harry asked just before the girl burst into words of anger.

"Aren't you just the gentleman," She said taking Harry's hand and standing, her and the shorter girl up.

"No miss," Harry told her while looking at the shortest girl holding her hand.

"Sure you are," she said to him. The girl looked at Severus, and he realized that she wasn't as young as she seemed.

"Mira, Harry's new tutor, and moody's niece," she extended her small hand out for Severus for a shake. "Are you willing to take it this time?"

"Severus Snape," he made no attempt to shake it. The girl was a grand total of five foot one, and maybe a hundred and five pounds. She was built little, but probably twenty one or twenty two years of age.

"Hmmmmmmm," she criticized, "this is my daughter, and Harry's new classmate Crystelle," She gestured to the shorter girl, also with light blonde hair and a small build. Even with her natural little body type, she was still a good two inches taller than Harry. "Headmaster Dumbledore told me to be expecting Draco in thirty minutes if you want to get to class." This was the first time Severus heard any of this and it frustrated him to no limits.

"Fine," he said not having time for this. He left without a good bye, and whisked off down the hall.

"Harry!" Draco yelled running through the door, followed by his father Lucius. "Father," Draco said formally looking up at Lucius, "This is Harry, my bestest friend ever!"

"A pleasure," Lucius replied, looking at his son and not at Harry. "Behave today," he told his son and also left without saying goodbye.

Crystelle looked at Harry and smiled, "I can be your bestest friend ever too, right?" she asked quietly.

"Draco isn't my bestest friend," Harry whispered back.

"Oh," Crystelle said, not smiling any more.

"Okay kids, sit down in front of me," Mira said pointing to the couch.

"Can I still be your bestest friend?" Crystelle asked Harry unsure of herself. Harry smiled at her.

"I guess," he said sitting on the couch.

"I want to sit by Harry!" Draco exclaimed when Crystelle sat down. The blonde boy looked at the blode girl with a dirty look. "Besides you might give him girl cooties."

"I don't have cooties!" Crystelle defended.

"Enough you two," Mira disciplined. "Draco, you can sit on the other side of Harry." Draco smirked and sat down.

"What are girl cooties?" Harry asked curious. Draco smirked again and looked at Crystelle like she was a rat.

"It's a disease that ugly girls have, so don't touch her or you'll get it."

"I don't have a disease, and I'm not ugly! My mum even says so."

Mira was oblivious to this all, as she was getting parchment and quils out of her bag. When she was done she looked at her students and waited for them to settle down. She then introduced herself, and had each student introduce themself to one another. "Alright," she said nervously looking at the two boys and her daughter, " today we will learn the alphabet together, so I will need you to repeat after me." She waved her wand and the letter 'a' appeared behind her. "A," she said, and they repeated. "B," the a turned to a b. "C." they did this three times and then she taught the students the abc song. They went over the song multiple times. It took longer then she thought to teach them the alphabet, because unlike the other kids, Harry seemed to never have heard it before. "How about we take a break," she said, "Outside," she added, signaling to the half asleep Moody that it was time for him to get to work.

"Let's play hide and seek," Draco half demanded to the other two kids.

"I don't know how," Harry admitted looking at his hands.

"It's easy, all you do is hide while someone counts and they tag you if they find you and say your it," Draco explained.

"Kay, whose gonna count?" Harry asked.

"One, two three not me!" Draco and Crystelle yelled in unision. Due to Harry's past he never heard this childish phrase before.

"Your it," Draco announced to Harry before running to hide.

"Count to ten and NO peaking," Crystelle reminded before looking for her hiding spot. Harry didn't know how to count so he decided to guess rather then ask.

"Four….twelve…..two….seven…uhhhh…two….,"

"Hi," Crystelle jumped behind a large rock to see Draco already hiding there.

"Go away, he'll find us if you're here," Draco told her not wanting to be seen with a girl. They were icky!

"No he won't, it's a free country I can hide here if I want." she said ducking into a knealing position.

"This isn't America so leave, I don't want your girl cooties."

"Sssshhhh, he's coming."

"Find you!" Harry yelled chasing after both of them. Draco was fast, but Crystelle wasn't. "Your it!" he said tagging her.

"Fine! But you cheated. You were supposed to say, ready or not here I come" she huffed leaving to count. "One, two, three, forty…"

"Get down," Draco grabbed Harry's arm and pulled. Harry almost forgot to hide because he was trying to learn how to count right.

"Kay," he said ducking down behind the same rock he found Draco and Crystelle just seconds ago.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Crystelle announced turning around and following the sounds of the two boys giggles.

They played hide and seek for almost 15 minutes before it was time to go in. Draco and Crystelle begged for more free time, and taking their que, Harry did too. It didn't work though.

"Can we learn how to count?" Harry whispered quietly to Mrs. Mira when they were back in his living room.

"Sounds good, go sit down so we can start," she smiled at the young boy. Following the same process as she did with the alphabet, she started to teach them how to count to fifteen.

"I already know how to count," Draco said with a smug face, "I'm not a baby you know." Harry frowned, he wasn't a baby either, but he didn't know how to count.

"Then sit there and listen while I teach Harry and Crystelle." Draco pouted.

"But I don't want to listen, I ALREADY know how," he said emphasizing already.

"Then you teach the students," Mira said sitting down by her daughter. Draco stood up smiling and started to count.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, eight, nine, ten, twelve, fourteen, eleven, twel-," he started.

"Sit down please" Mira said standing up to resume her teaching. "That was a very good try, but pay attention Draco, you don't know how to count right."

"Bye Harry!" Draco said hugging the boy who didn't hug back, then stepping into the fire to meet his afternoon nanny.

"Ba-bye!" Crystelle waved to Harry and Charlie as she left with her mum to go home and have lunch.

"How was your first day of school?" Charlie asked taking Harry's small hand and leading him to the Great hall.

"Good," Harry admitted following the red head. Charlie smiled and looked down at Harry.

"Was that your girlfriend?" he asked slyly. His brother Ron would probably say 'eeew' to a question like that.

Harry blushed at the personal question. "She's six, and me and Draco are only five." he said as if that explained it all.

"You got yourself an older women?" Charlie asked jokingly.

"No!" Harry exclaimed in shock, "She has girl cooties and is ugly. Draco says so" Harry defended. Charlie just smiled and turned a corner.

"I thought she was a little cutie," he said encouragingly. Harry looked up at him as if he was crazy. Draco said she as ugly and Draco was always right, he even knew how to almost count! "But she's probably a heart breaker in training," Charlie added seeing Harry's face. Suddenly he stopped walking. In front of him were the doors to the Great hall, and he was tentative to enter. All day people were giving him dirty looks and whispering about him, he just knew they believed he starved Harry. He pushed the doors open and led Harry to an empty section of the Gryffindor table. He was going to make sure Harry ate, then maybe the boy would trust him more, and people would stop overreacting about things they didn't know.

"Can you tell me more about dracons?" Harry asked shyly as Charlie filled his plate full of food.

"Sure kiddo," he said, " what do you want to know?"

"Are…are they… do the really breath fire?" Charlie laughed and handed Harry a fork.

"Of course they do. But only most of them, there are some that don't. the smallest breeds don't because they only eat green food and so they don't need to catch prey," he described watching the fascinated Harry.

"But then how do they cook their broccoli if they can't breath fire?" Harry asked. Charlie laughed and took a bite of his club sandwich.

"They don't," he said between chews, " they eat leaves like a giant salad or lettuce, like this," he said opening his sandwich up to show Harry his uncooked lettuce.

"Oh," Harry said, "why are they looking at us," he pointed to the table of kids across from them.

"It's not polite to point Harry," Charlie said lowing Harry's hand.

"It's not polite to stare either!" Harry yelled looking at the kids, hoping they could hear him. He had never done anything like that before, but he had Charlie by him to protect him if they tried anything, and Moody too. Mad eye Moody was eating lunch at the professor's table keeping a good eye on the boy, he took his job seriously. Ashamed most of the kids lowered their heads and continued to eat. But not all of them. One daring boy stood up and walked towards Harry's seat holding a box.

"Here," he said handing Harry a box of HoneyDukes finest chocolate. "Just in case Weasley forgets to feed you again." he added smirking at the red head.

"Go away Buckner!" Charlie demanded trying to keep his voice even so as not to scare Harry.

"Maybe I want to stay so I know you don't starve our hero," the overly tall kid said nonchalantly.

"Leave!" Charlie said more forceful this time.

"Like I'd listen to a blood traitor's son." Bucko said his voice somewhat deadly.

"Better then being a death eater's son!" Charlie said in an attemp to defend his parents.

"Liar! do Not talk about my father like that!" Bucko yelled. Charlie smirked and sent Bucko a knowing smile.

"I don't lie." Charlie said nonchalantly taking a bite of his sandwhich. The Gryffindors in earshot were snickering and whispering. Bucko blushed angrily.

"Shut up!" he said stomping his foot.

"I'm not saying anything, am I?" Charlie asked. The Gryffindors laughed again.

Angry and embarassed Bucko lifted his wand and pointed it at Charlie. "Ventris cruor!" Charlie doubled over in pain wrapping his hands around his stomach. The pain was intense, and his stomach started convulsing. Charlie tried to lean his head out of Harry's sight as he began to cough and gag on something.

"What did you do yo him?" Harry asked scared. He didn't know you could use magic to hurt someone. Seconds later Charlie begain to throw up large quantities of blood, and Moody was running to the scene. "What did you do to my Charlie?" Harry screamed crying. Bucko found himself thrown against the wall by a large force of wind, and he was struggling to breath. It seemed that the air around him disappeared and his face was fastly changing from white, to red, and then to purple. "You hurted my Charlie!" Harry screamed crying. The Great hall was quickly turning colder and Harry's hair was blowing crazily. "You hurted him!" he screamed again to the boy who was struggling for nonexisten air. Bucko felt an intense pressure against his body and lungs, as he clawed the walls desperate to breathe.

Everyone was in a flurry as they tried to help Charlie or moved away from the area Buckner was at, the air there seemed to be very thin. Proffesor McGonagall was floating Charlie to the infirmary, while others were trying to calm the students. Harry was left to Albus, as he was the only one who would be able to minipulate the air and restore it to the area of that unfortunate student.

"Harry," he said as calmly as he could. "Charlie will be okay," he comforted while struggling to focus on the elements. Harry made it look so easy, so effortless to control the winds, but Dumbledore was having the hardest time adding air to the other boy's empty lungs. Suddenly Buckner passed out, frightening Harry. He didn't want to kill him, he just wanted…well he didn't know what he wanted he was scared and mad and…sad for Charlie.

Tired and weakened a great deal Albus finally got the boy breathing, while Harry collapsed from sheer exhaustion and guilt.

"Tired?" Albus asked picking Harry up and walking him to the infirmary to be checked over, leaving Buckner to the other professors.

"Uh-huh," Harry whimpered still crying. "Don't tell daddy," Harry whispered in a timid voice before falling asleep. Severus was spending his lunch times correcting papers so he had time for Harry in the evenings.

"I have to," Albus said to the sleeping boy, "Just so he knows of your capabilities."

A/N: .

Did anyone notice that Mira is only…what was it?….21 or 22? And her daughter is six years old?

anyone into slash should check out the other stories I'm writing:)