Author's Note: I'm BACK! This is the sequel to Are You Nobody, Too? If you haven't yet read that, I strongly suggest that you do! Reviews are like candy and for this story, I'll be taking suggestions. So please, anything you want to see happen, please drop by and leave it in the comments! Thank you.

Dawn had barely cracked through the dungeon windows his wife had insisted on conjuring when a weight on Severus Snape's chest woke him up. Years of vigilance and servitude set his nerves on edge, prepared for an attack, but the wide chocolate eyes that met his as soon as he opened them made him feel immediately foolish. Eighteen years had passed since Severus had last faced imminent danger—it felt ridiculous to still react so dramatically.

The weight on his chest was shaking in a fit of ill-suppressed giggles when Severus's face split into a nearly involuntary smile.

"Daddy!" Charlotte giggled, and threw her arms around his neck. "Finally, I thought you'd never get up."

"It's only—" he glanced at the clock, "—six in the morning, sweetheart. You needn't have feared for my health until at least nine." He growled playfully, but indulged the four year old by gathering her into his arms as he sat upright.

"There's my little alarm clock, right on time," purred a voice beside him, and Severus turned to be greeted by a sight that, even after fourteen years, never ceased to leave him breathless.

Hermione Snape reached towards her daughter, who crawled over to her mother willingly. Hermione set about calming the head of raven black curls before allowing Charlotte to nestle in beside her. She glanced at her husband, who hadn't been able to take her eyes off her, and smiled, pulling him close until their daughter was encased in a cocoon between them.

"How's the baby today, Mummy?" chimed the four-year-old.

Hermione smiled and shimmied the covers down so that the swell of her sixth-month pregnancy was visible. "He's been awake far longer than you have," she murmured to Charlotte. "He woke Mum up kicking at 4 am."

"She," Severus murmured, running his hand gently over her belly.

"He," Hermione insisted, throwing her husband a playful smirk. "I daresay I've had quite enough to know the difference."

Severus shrugged, and turned his face to Charlotte. "What do you think it is, love?"

Charlotte contemplated her answer as if she was asked the meaning of life.

"Girl," she answered seriously at last, and Hermione threw her hands up in mock defeat.

"Have it your way, then," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. "I just thought poor Spencer could use a little gender support."

Severus grinned, a pure joy bubbling in his heart that 18 years ago he would've thought himself incapable of. "Are your sisters and brother awake yet?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes in exasperation, doing a perfect impression of her father. "'Course not," she groaned as if lamenting the laziness of teenagers. "And Spencer still snores—he kept me and Audra up all night!"

Hermione laughed. "Why don't you go and wake them, then? Be sure to wake Lydia, too—I'll be damned if she's late to class again."

Charlotte was out of bed in a flash, dashing into the hall to perform her favorite charm. They could hear Spencer's complaints from down the hall.

Severus smiled and pulled his wife close to him. "Morning, darling."

Hermione snuggled into his chest and breathed his skin in deeply. "Morning to you, Professor. Have your lessons sorted?"

Severus snorted. "I've been at this job far too long to be frightened by first days. And what of you?"

Hermione shrugged. "Transfiguration is probably one of the easiest subjects to teach," she murmured. "I always have their attention."

Severus cocked an eyebrow. "That makes one of us."

He placed a hand on her belly, searching for his unborn child's movements but it appeared the child was finally resting. Hermione looked into his eyes imploringly.

"You are…happy, aren't you?"

Severus furrowed his brow and moved away just enough so that he could see all of her face.

"I just mean—I know we never exactly agreed on five kids. Becoming the Weasley's was never my life's plan either, but…"

"Hermione," he argued when she trailed off. "Don't you dare question my happiness. I am happier now than I ever thought possible of anyone, let alone me." He cupped her chin and forced her eyes to look at his. "Five kids was never our plan, surely, but plans be damned. I wouldn't change a hair on their beautiful heads. Nor yours."

She smiled genuinely. "I know. I'm sorry love. It's just nice to hear."

She resumed her position cradled firmly against him and he kissed the top of her head. In that position they stayed, until voices erupted in the kitchen.

Severus sighed. "And so it begins."

Hermione laughed. "So it begins."