Chapter 50: Bonding And Breakfast
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The Twins Bedroom, The Prince Residence, Modest Flat, London, England, Muggle World...
Morning had come and with it the beaming rays of the looming sun and the prospect of wonder about what the new day would bring. All four of the slumbering boys had not moved despite the passing of hours until the door burst open and the sound of an elephant running through the room awakened the twins who immediately broke into fits of giggles as their father entered tickling them on each of their bunks.
"Dad..." said Silas attempting to get away but unable to do so due to his laughter leaving him winded.
Severus Snape turned his attention to his younger son Sebastian making quacking noises like a duck as he too fumbled in a bid to get away from being tickled.
Both Harry and Lyell watch with smiles as their uncle played with their cousins before he turned his attention to each one of them unleashing a handful of magical feathers upon the lot of them.
Laughter filled the room as all four boys scrambled out of bed and raced down the hall.
"Severus stop tormenting the boys and let them get ready for breakfast." said Petunia smiling to herself as she finished setting the table.
Snape turned his attention to Harry once all the tickling had been over with.
"I have something for you Mr. Potter." He said in something of an amused tone.
He opened his hand and Harry gasped noting his uncle had given him a new pair of glasses. They were quite impressive and made him look a bit grown up.
"These should last you a while." said Snape handing them to the boy. "And they won't ever get lost."
"How did you know I needed new glasses?" asked Harry in confusion.
"Dad knows lots of things." said Sebastian with a smile.
"I bet he can tell you what you are thinking." said Lyell.
Harry looked at his uncle for a moment not sure what to make of him. He had been quite kind to him despite knowing so little about him and his cousins seemed to be fond of him.
"Thanks uncle." he said putting on the glasses.
They were a perfect fit.
"You can keep them in addition to your old pair but I warn you these are more durable...so you don't have to worry about them while playing." said Snape turning is attention toward the door. "You boys get ready for breakfast and we'll see what's on the docket for the rest of the day."
"Are we going to go somewhere fun?" asked Lyell with an arched brow. "I'd like to go somewhere fun uncle."
"Then go somewhere fun we shall." replied Snape treating the boys to a smile as they all jumped into the air in celebration.
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The Kitchen, The Prince Residence, Modest Flat, London England, Muggle World...
Severus Snape walked up behind his rather busy wife Petunia wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his body against hers. He took in her scent relishing it almost as much as the scent of the pancakes she made for breakfast.
"You are looking extremely well Mrs. Prince." said Snape kissing along her neck as she stood near the kitchen sink.
"Mmmm...so are you Mr. Prince." she replied seemingly melting into his embrace despite her back being pressed against his chest.
"I love you." he said softly.
"I love you too." she replied.
His hands trailed down to her belly and a smile filed across his face.
"And how is this little one?" he asked.
"Possibly as rambunctious as the other two children you've given me." said Petunia with a smile of her own.
"About last night..." began Snape only to find himself being bombarded with memories of coming home and making love to his wife late into the night.
"Last night was perfect." replied Petunia leaning into his kiss once more. "What do you have planned for the boys?"
"I was thinking we make the trip home." replied Snape.
"With Lily's boys?" asked Petunia.
"Why not...it's soon to be Harry's birthday and we have that family trip coming up." replied Snape letting her go after another kiss and made his way toward the table for breakfast. "Besides I was thinking of grabbing Draco along the way."
"A house full of boys...my poor china." said Petunia with a look of feigned fear.
"Like you don't know the spell to repair it." said Snape with a smirk. "Besides, we are going to need to prepare the nursery and I don't trust Regulus to actually do it the way it needs to be done."
"He does love undermining you now and again." remarked the blissful witch. "I suppose I could use a break from this cramped flat, Lily's been stopping by quite a bit recently and It's been difficult to keep up appearances."
"So I saw." replied Snape sitting back in his chair with a copy of The Daily Prophet in his hands.
"Poor thing has been out of sorts since the miscarriage." said Petunia recalling what Lily had told her back at the market.
"I'm sorry to hear that." replied Snape reading his paper.
"Are you truly after everything she's done?" asked Petunia with an arched brow.
Snape closed his paper and met the eyes of his pregnant wife.
"Despite what you might believe, I am capable of having sympathy for her children...just not the father of said children." he said.
Petunia shook her head. Somethings never really seemed to change despite the years and the amount of distance. Severus Snape was still the same horrid boy she knew when they lived in Cokeworth as children. She just has the good sense to wait for him as he asked her to and when he finished his apprenticeship, becoming a Potions Master, she was right there with him.
When he was able to put his first potion on the market with full patents, she was there too. He asked her to marry him the moment the checks started rolling in and the galleons started piling to the roof of his Gringotts vault.
"Breakfast!" shouted Silas making his way into the kitchen with Sebastian and Lyell trailing behind him.
"Pancakes." said Harry coming in last as he eyed the goodies scattered across the breakfast table.
"Indeed." replied Snape looking up from his morning paper once again.
Petunia sat down to eat after fixing everyone's plates.
"Harry did you know Mummy can do magic?" asked Silas with a smile.
Harry had been caught off guard by this. He had always been told that his Aunt Petunia was a muggle and knew next to nothing about the magical world.
"Show him Mummy." said Sebastian.
"Yeah show them." said Silas smiling.
Snape turned his attention to his nephews.
"Your Aunt's abilities are to remain a secret...even from your parents is that understood?" he asked with an arched brow.
"Yes Uncle." replied Harry and Lyell in unison.
The both eagerly awaited their Aunt to do something amazing with her magical prowess.
Snape smirked when Petunia pulled a birch wood pearl colored wand from her apron and aimed at the pot on the far side of the kitchen.
"Wingardium leviosa!" she said aiming her spell at the pot and causing it to float into the air.
"You did it Aunt Petunia!" said Harry in amazement.
"Indeed she has." replied Snape with a look of pride on his sallow pale face.
Petunia smiled having impressed the children with her magical display.
"Should I take it up a notch love?" she asked turning her attention to her husband.
"It's your kitchen." replied Snape. "But do remember we haven't eaten yet."
Petunia placed her wand on the table and without uttering a word caused the floating pot to boil and froth with a blue mixture before it changed to red then green and finally dissipated altogether.
"WOW!" said Lyell in amazement. "That was great Aunt Petunia."
"Yes it was." agreed Harry smiling at his mother's elder sister.
She had been the furthest thing from a muggle and his mother had not even known it.
"Remember Harry, no one can know." said Snape looking over at his eldest nephew once more.
Harry nodded in agreement.
His Aunt and Uncle were the kindest people he had ever met, there was no way he'd ruin the chance to learn more about magic and the wizarding world by giving anyone information that they had not been worthy enough to be privy to.
Everyone turned their attention to enjoying their breakfast including Severus Snape whom had finally put down his copy of The Daily Prophet.
