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Harry Potter And The Father

Chapter 14

The Room and Going For A Focus Stone

Severus took the child into the very centre of the room, there was a small bed which was filled with magical animals and leaves which were moving around there was Phoenix's to magical snakes all moving around or hiding, the bedding was rather nice. It went nice with the ceiling that Filius had made for Harry. Of course the walls were still to be done, unfortunately Harry was still too young for a four poster bed - too small by far. There was a wardrobe, a nice beech colour to lighten the room, a set of big drawers next to it. A chest at the bottom, again beech it wasn't your normal chest for going to Hogwarts with and travelling with it was there to stay and for his bedding which was already in it.

There was a small bed side table next to his bed, which had a magical lamp. It only lit when the room was dark and only glowed slightly not a full grown light unless you touched it. Severus knew it would be scary for Harry being in such a big room by himself and thought this could possibly help. There were four drawers under the bed, which held all of Harry's toys that had been bought for him.

There was a dressing table also, for a child Harry's age. Above it were shelves for Harry's newly purchased books when he could finally read most however were picture books that sounded out the name, colour, picture or word when it was touched. Severus was currently shifting through appropriate people who he felt should teach his chid when the time came. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about that for another two years; he didn't want to send his son to the Muggle world. He would do what most pureblood children did, learned from home. Despite his half blood status in the books about him defeating Voldemort, he was far from it. Harry was a pureblood, as pure as they could get. Just like himself, he was the Prince and Snape heir. Harry on the other hand was the Snape, Prince and Potter heir or would be when he, Severus Snape died. Until then Harry would live quite comfortably with allowances from his vaults. Or until he turned seventeen then he would have full control over his Potter vaults.

In another corner there were a few bean bags, nobody knew but Severus had one when he was a child. He had loved it, until he had split it by thumping down to hard on it. His father had gotten rid of it and he never got a new one, apparently he was too old for such childish things or so his father had insisted.

On the door there were hooks for Harry's cloaks, night gown and anything else he might want on it. All low enough for him to reach, they would go further up when Harry began aging it was the magical world after all. He had decided on a cream carpet, cream went with anything so no matter what Harry chose it should match.

He noticed Harry was busy admiring well practically gawping at the ceiling. He was going to have to think of a way to thank Filius for that piece of magic. Perhaps a bottle of fire whisky would show his appreciation.

"This room is yours Harry" explained Severus softly, "You can play in here, read in here and do anything you want. This is your own private place that no one will bother you in"

Harry just gazed at him a look of wonder reverenced and awe on his face. He knew what Severus had said, he wasn't stupid he just couldn't believe this awesome room was his. Didn't this man know a cupboard would do? Maybe ones without spiders? He didn't like spiders.

"Won't a cupboard do? With no spiders? I don't want to be a burden" whispered Harry wide eyed a longing look in his eyes as if he truly expected Severus to agree and send him to one. He didn't want sent back to the place where he was beaten, so a cupboard he would take just to get those fabulous meals. If he was burdensome his black man would send him back he just knew it.

"Do you want to see the only cupboard I've got?" asked Severus suddenly, inwardly he felt like being sick, at what his nephew had gone through. Right now he had to get through to this child that he wasn't about to do what his supposed Aunt and Uncle had done to him. Severus' saying you have to be cruel to be kind was once again almost going to bite him in the arse but it would do what he wanted - have Harry trusting him in the long run.

Harry just nodded hesitantly, wrapping his arms around Severus. Severus walked out and sad green eyes looked at the room once more. The room was so beautiful, something fat boy Dudley would have cried for. He knew he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve anything - his uncle was right he wasn't good for anything. He hadn't cooked here or cleaned anything! There was nothing to clean! The place was spotless. He was so scared this man would send him home that he just had to be good and hope for the best.

Severus' heart was beating much faster than normal; in fact he didn't think it had ever beat so fast before in his life. Not even when he had been face to face with the red evil eyes of Lord Voldemort when he began spying. Most of him wanted to back down and just put Harry into his room, the hardened part of him wanted to show him the alternative he was asking for so he knew not to ask again - and to instil some trust in Harry so he knew his new father would always look after him. Severus didn't think he could cope with Harry asking for a cupboard so he wasn't a burden. It brought out the guilty and made him feel physically sick - he hadn't opened that damn letter when he should have! And he regretted it ever since he had found his nephew under that bloody staircase.

Severus opened his potions cupboard which was as always in pristine condition. Dust could damage potions and not allow them to work to their full potential just like added ingredients could cause an explosion or render it useless. The house elves kept everything clean, which included the public potions cupboard and poppy's medical cupboard in the Hospital wing. Despite its pristine condition it wasn't where a child could possibly want to spend any of their time.

"This is where you want to stay instead of your room?" asked Severus forcing his voice to remain neutral.

Harry didn't lift his face from where it was buried in Severus' cloak and nodded. The small child was shivering with the coldness of the cupboard. Which always remained that way, heat destroyed potions so it was one of the few places that didn't have spells or charms on them to make it warm.

Severus felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, his neutral mask slipped off and it showed haunted and pained onyx eyes. As much of a bastard as his father had been, he had of course had the second biggest room in the manor he was the heir after all. He had all the toys he had wanted, even if his father had demanded much of his time when he got older to learn spells. When he was away he would brew with his mother though, which he had loved.

"You would rather sleep on this cold hard floor? Then in a room with all your toys?" asked Severus again, his voice a little more raspy than he liked.

Harry wanted to cry, why was his black man doing this? Why wasn't he just putting him down and walking away? Why was he toying with him? What had he done wrong? He thought he had been a good boy! Obviously he was wrong. He must have done something, but what? Harry couldn't think of anything. Unable to help himself the tears began rolling down the tortured green eyes, burying himself in his black man despite what he was doing and clutched onto him for dear life. Like all times Harry cried silently, he already knew it made no difference if he cried loudly. It just meant more punishment if he did - he knew that.

"I'm only going to ask you one more time Harry, this is your choice remember. Do you wish to stay in here? Or do you want your bedroom? Beside your toys and on a nice warm bed?" asked Severus finding his voice again, sounding cool and aloof and boy it was a hard thing to do. Especially when your heart was breaking, but if Harry was ever going to trust him he was going to have to do this.

Harry tightened his hold on his black man; he hadn't been truly given a choice before. Most questions his dark man had asked was a yes or no question mostly. Then Harry thought back on earlier about everything his Sev had said. Being his daddy, his real Uncle, and how he was going to take care of him. He remembered his black man rocking him back and forth, remembering that he had taken a leap of faith in trusting him earlier. Perhaps he could do that again? And if he was wrong - well he knew never to fall for it again. Gathering what strength that he had, which wasn't much as his Uncle had beaten everything out of him. Happiness, sadness, hurt, pain, questions, curiosity, choices everything. His soul was shattered into a million pieces and he didn't know it. Slowly over the past nearly three weeks it had been sliding back together.

"The room please" choked Harry, fearfully, his entire body shaking wondering if he had chosen wrong. Was he about to be beaten? Chucked down and laughed at like Vernon had done many times before? Swallowing thickly he waited and waited…and waited some more. Yet they remained standing exactly where they were his black man just clutching him close. Soothing him, wiping away the tears and what was that? Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing…he was being told he was a good boy again? For choosing the room? Everything was so strange now everything had turned upside down and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

Severus felt elated; his heart soared higher than a professional Quidditch player could dream to go. It had just about backfired but now …now things were a little more on track. He was determined to get Harry to be a normal child as quickly as possible. He knew Harry was bound to be confused by the way he was being. "Good boy little one" said Severus in that soft silky voice that he knew Harry had come to trust. With no more ado he left the potions cupboard and re-dressed the wards and stalked towards Harry's room.

Pushing back the covers, he laid Harry on the plain green mattress cover. The small head lay on the pillow, a lion letting out a silent roar and leaving the pillow onto the duvet cover. Harry looked at his new bedding in awe, but his fluffy furry blanket wasn't there, and quite frankly Harry was devastated.

Severus frowned not understanding why Harry was so wounded. So he asked the question, wonderingly ideally if Harry would actually tell him. Severus was an expert mind reader but you did not read a child's mind - it was too fragile for such thing.

"What do you want little one?" asked Severus getting onto his knees making himself smaller. He also masked his face into one of curiosity and nothing else. If Harry even got a hint of a frown on his face he would clam up he knew how abused children were.

He had studied extensively, purely out of fascination and later it had come in handy when he had encountered an abused child in Ravenclaw. Of course Severus had told Flitwick but the child had preferred Severus. Which was rather odd and had everyone wondering about the child's sanity. Severus knew why the child had clutched at him, because his sarcastic hateful ways - it was similar to how he was treated at home. Since then there had been a dozen abused children, which he had pointed out to them. McGonagall had dealt with the three Gryffindor's who had been abused, Flitwick only had to deal with two and Sprout had to deal with four. No matter where a child was sorted - they could still be abused. Of course there were more abused children in Slytherin, considering he had dealt with eight abused children so far. Double the amount of children Sprout had dealt with. No house mattered little to children that were abused.

Harry wanted to cry again, as much as he trusted he hated speaking. He was so scared he said the wrong thing and was sent away. He didn't believe his new daddy when he had told him he was here to stay no matter what. Things like that didn't happen to someone like him. He silently wondered if there was a wrong thing to say! He knew his black man didn't like it when he didn't answer properly. So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and whispered out the two words as if it had taken him every ounce of courage he had.

"Furry blanky" whispered Harry, his green eyes wide with fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what may happen for his confession. He couldn't help but flinch a mile when Severus slowly extended his arm, wand in hand he summoned the blanket to him.

Severus snatched the blanket out of the air before it could fall, he took the duvet off him and curled Harry's furry blanket around him before pulling the duvet back up. Harry's small fingers wrapped around it and clutched it close to him. The other one began stroking it a look of wonder on his face. Severus also went under the drawer and brought out the Black Panther and unicorn which he knew Harry slept with now. He placed them on the bed for the child, before sitting on the edge of the bed. His long dexterous calloused fingers began carding through Harry's hair. A habit he couldn't stop, and wouldn't now that he knew it calmed Harry down quicker than any calming potion could.

"Sleep Harry I will be here when you wake" soothed Severus his deep melodious voice washing over Harry, causing him to relax into the mattress. It didn't take long for the sleepy child to actually fall asleep. Not only was he tired but also emotionally exhausted too.

It might not have seemed like a big step to anyone else, but Severus knew it was to them. Harry was beginning to trust him even more now. He didn't talk nearly as much as Severus would like, but that would come. Severus couldn't wait for the day for this child to talk, play, walk and jump about like a normal three year old.

It had been three days since Harry had gotten his new room. Apart from during the day and the first few hours into the night, Harry hadn't slept in his bed all night. Harry woke up screaming and utterly petrified. Severus had seen no choice but to take Harry back to sleep in his bed. Severus hadn't been able to pry the three year old off him, and he hadn't had the heart to force him to sleep in his bed. The length of time he slept in his own bed at night was lengthening though and Severus hoped sooner rather than later Harry would sleep the whole night through.

"Good morning little one" murmured Severus ruffling Harry's hair.

Harry just as usual smiled sweetly at Severus his green eyes peaceful.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" asked Severus getting out of the bed.

"Yes no bad dreams" admitted the three years old, a very rare twinkle in those gorgeous green eyes. Severus often wondered if Harry's eyes would still be green under the glamour. He knew Harry would have all characteristics of a Snape, but he wasn't sure if Lily had green eyes under the glamour or even if Harry would.

"I'm glad, now come let's get a bath and dressed we are going shopping today" said Severus. He held out one hand for Harry to latch onto.

The three year old walked into the bathroom, only holding onto Severus for balance and comfort. Now that he had Harry walking he actually missed carrying him! It was a rather amusing thing for Severus to admit it.

Once the water was poured in and green coloured apple smelling bubble bath was added to the bath. Turning the water green and smelling the room with the aroma of Apples, he let Harry play in the bath. Keeping an eye on him, as he brushed his teeth and took care of his morning business. Once that was done, he had a quick shower, still keeping an eye on Harry. Harry of course was just happy to be able to play with his new toys. He loved bath times, he had gotten so used to them he wondered what he would do if he ever lost them the baths' that was.

He loved the colour his black dad man had added, it made it so much more fun. As usual as soon as his Sev was finished with his shower and dressed he would wash Harry's hair and take him out. Make sure all his bruises and scars were truly gone, for ever this time before dressing him. Sometimes offering him his choices but not often when he realized how it was making Harry feel. Harry hated making choices; he feared picking the wrong one.

So dressed in jeans, a top with a roaring dragon on it, a jumper with a cute little Teddy with a cape and a potions cauldron a wand in its hand. Go figure Severus would buy him such a thing, but Harry didn't mind he loved it. A cloak was added, and he was ready to go out for the day. As usual Severus covered the scar by putting on a hat. It wasn't a tall pointy one or a big and thick one for winter but a nice small soft one that wouldn't give him weird looks as it was summer. Severus would carry him today, he wasn't going to let him walk around Diagon Alley not with all the students milling around.

"You remember to hold your breath?" asked Severus softly, as he wandered over to the floo. He was going to the Leaky Cauldron and going that way. It saved him time, and when Harry nodded he floo'ed out, stepping calmly out at the other end.

He purposely made his way towards the jewellery shop, ignoring the children whispering and pointing at him. Taking no heed to the older students avoiding him like a plague, if he could he would avoid them too! So he wasn't going to complain.

Harry was looking at everything curiously; peeking at Severus now and again making sure what he was doing wasn't upsetting the man. They passed many shops to get to the one they wanted.

Finally they entered the shop; it was practically empty thank god. Most children wouldn't come into this shop as it was extremely expensive. Plus the owner wasn't a happy man, his personality was less sour than Severus' obviously or he wouldn't get much sold.

"Ah Severus can I help you?" asked Richard Dolohov. He was distantly related to the Death Eater Severus knew, but he also knew this man didn't care for Death Eaters. He hadn't fought against them but hadn't fought with them. He like many others had remained neutral.

"I'm here for a focus stone for my son" said Severus smoothly.

"A focus stone huh? Not my usual requests, come over here" said Richard gesturing for him to come. Right at the end of the row there was around fifty focus stones in all different colours, sizes and jewel's.

"How do we go about this?" asked Severus bluntly, he hadn't needed a focus stone and wouldn't have even thought of using one. If it hadn't been for Filius suggesting one he wouldn't even consider buying one.

"Well one should be drawn to him really or two depending on how powerful the little mite is" said Richard, he lifted the tray that contained the most focus stones and sat it on the top of the counter, bring out two of the smaller ones as well.

"Do any of these call to you little one?" asked Severus soothingly, hoping he didn't have to wait ages for an answer. Which was why he had delayed going for as long as possible, so he waited and watched.

Severus sat Harry down on the counter, but keeping a good grip on him. Harry didn't let go of one of his arms anyway, Harry looked at the stones curiously. A look of awe on his face, he could feel his magic drawn to them.

"Go on then touch them, there isn't a right or wrong choice or answer here" said Severus softly, rubbing Harry's legs in comfort.

Peeking at his daddy he saw him nodded encouragingly, his little hands hovered over a few of the stones before moving on. Until finally he picked one up, it was a tiger's eye, Harry however was drawn to two, and the other ironically enough was an onyx.

"Do you like these ones?" asked Severus soothingly.

Harry nodded quietly.

"He doesn't talk much does he? What's your name lad?" asked Richard kindly, as he put the rest of the focus stones away.

Harry peaked at his daddy before answering "Harrison" he whispered softly. Severus felt very proud of him right there and then.

"Harrison Snape huh? Nice strong name you have there!" smiled Richard kindly.

Harry smiled back at the nice man, who reminded Harry a little of his new daddy. It dawned on Harry there and then he had a new name, a new life, a new daddy, a new home a better home. His life truly was better, Harry for some reason felt incredibly giddy at those thoughts. He FINALLY understood exactly what his new DADDY had been trying to tell him. He was free, he was happy, he was pain free, he - Harry was finally safe at last with his new dad.

"So what shall we do with these Severus?" asked Richard, taking both stones from Harry.

"Daddy!" whispered Harry reaching his hands up wanting held. Severus looked stunned; it was quickly wiped of his face replaced by a small smile. He lifted the child up, his heart hammering away this time in pure and simple happiness. Harry had called him dad! He hadn't expected it, not at all but here it was. He wondered what had brought it on but wasn't going to argue with it. He hugged the damaged child close, never wanting to let go.

"I want them put into a necklace perhaps a thick silver chain?" asked Severus unsure if it was possible.

"It's possible a small chain could break, and cord isn't very good. Silver is a good idea it will help the stones focus more" nodded Richard seriously.

"Do you have any decent silver chains then?" asked Severus.

So Richard gathered five chains that would be alright for a three year old child. Especially while he grew up, he placed them in front of Severus. Gathering the stones, he began melding Silver into them. Sticking them together, before freezing the silver with magic. The two focus stones were now infused together with silver. With quick work he managed to have a focus stone pendant. Severus nodded his approval and chose the most appropriate chain. One that was thick but not too heavy for Harry. The stones were quickly placed on the silver chain and handed over.

"Perfect" praised Severus, the two stones actually worked well together.

"That will be fifty galleons two sickles and a Knut Severus" said Richard.

Severus handed over the money without twitching; he no longer had to worry about money. His father had finally died, and his life couldn't be better. Not just because of the money of course, but because he now had someone to care for in his life. Sure he missed brewing but nothing could take the place Harry now had in his life not even his beloved potions. Not after hearing his little one calling him daddy out of the blue like that.

"How would you like an ice cream little one?" asked Severus, his lips curling upwards in a Snape's version of a smile.

Harry smiled shyly beside him; he would like that very much indeed. So they had a nice sundae outside the shop in the sun as father and son. Severus had a double chocolate and Harry had decided upon the fudge and caramel sundae after some consideration. Severus had listed off a few that Harry might like and that's what he had chosen.

Their next stop was going to be Hagrid's after they were finished in Diagon Alley.

Will Harry still have his green eyes after the glamour comes off? or will he have Black eyes like his new daddy? Will Dumbledore keep it quiet for his own good? will Minerva tell the Order members? or will Dumbledore threaten her? or try to anyway? which causes her to go ahead regardless of what he said? will Severus remain a potions teacher? will Dumbledore try something that sends Severus over the edge? by taking harry BACK to the Dursley's and have severus move into Snape manor? will i have a pre-school for magical children for them to learn what they need? so they learn to mingle with children their own age? or will one be just made as Harry is the right age? will severus invest in it and go to the ministry to oversea the idea and get them involved? purebloods are after all very icolated in their manors apart from their mother and fatehrs friends children that they know. Who will Harry be best friends? will their be a sly trio? Draco Harry and Blaisie? Teddy Blasie Harry? or perhaps all four of em? Teddy Blasie Harry and Draco? R&R please