Daddy Sevvie
Chapter 2
AN: Sorry this one took so long. I promise I'll be faster with the next chapter. Also, If anyone out there has kids, please e-mail me telling me how to do things like hold a bottle and change a daiper. I'm only 14 and obviously don't have children. (If I did, I would probably be dead by my mother's hand.) I would look really stupid getting something wrong.
Professor Dumbledore had been waiting patiently for the mail. Soon after he was finished watching a bird chase a worm outside, his faithful owl flew through through the window just as fast as that worm jumped in his hole.
"Well, let's see what came in the mail today." said Dumbledore as he took the small stack of letters out of the birds mouth. He rifled through them, throwing most of them away, except for an ad for a self cleaning cauldron. The last letter in the stack seemed to be written in quite a hurry. Dumbledore anxiously opened it after seeing in was from Professor Snape. His face turned white after reading it.
"Something is definitely wrong." said Professor Dumbledore as he reached for the jar of floo powder on the mantlepeice of his chambers. Meanwhile, Snape was struggling to figure out just what his son wanted. He was screaming his lungs out, throwing away anything that Snape handed him to try to get him to calm down. He didn't know how to be a father. Especially to someone so young. He couldn't be more than a few weeks old. By now, Snape was quite unhappy too. He almost screamed with relief when he heard a knock at the door. He rushed as fast as his legs could carry him to the door, tripping several times along the way. He almost ripped off the door knob when he finally made it to the door. Dumbledore looked almost as shocked as he did when he first read Snape's letter when he saw the condition he was in. There was stains of food all over him, and even a few bruises. And there was a loud and constant screaming in the background, seemingly coming from the kitchen.
"Albus!" said Snape as he pulled the stunned headmaster into his living room, shutting the door behind him. "You've got to help me!! I don't know what he wants and he won't stop screaming and he's driving me crazy!!"
"Slow down Severus! What's wrong? Who's doing all these things?" said Dumbledore as he tried to calm down the frantic father. After he did calm down, he went into the kitchen and came out holding the source of the screaming out in front of him. Dumbledore couldn't help but smile at the predicament that his long time colleague and friend was in. Although he wanted to ask who's he was, he decided to calm the screaming child down first so they could hear themselves think. After taking the child from Snape, he cradled the screaming bundle in his arms and rocked him gently.
"Now now. You don't want to be screaming all the time do you? You'll drive us all crazy." The very second Dumbledore started talking to him, the child started to calm down. Soon, he was sleeping in Dumbledore's arms.
"Now that we can talk, who's is he?" asked Dumbledore as they both sat down in two big, red chairs facing eachother.
"Well, I guess he's mine Albus." said Snape as he turned slightly red.
"Really? I had no idea you were the type Severus." said Albus, still rocking the baby to keep him asleep. "How old is he?"
"I suppose a few weeks. I'm not sure." said Snape.
"You don't know?" said Dumbledore with a confused look on his face.
"Well, yesterday, a woman showed up at my door. A scarlet woman. She shoved him in my arms, and left. Apparently, I had gotten drunk nine months ago. And, we.... Well..." said Snape, looking even more red.
"Don't worry. I understand. Now. What is it that you need my help with?" asked Dumbledore.
"Everything! I don't know how to take care of a baby! You have children. What am I suppossed to do?" asked Snape as if the world was about to end.
"Well, before we do that, what is his name?" asked Dumbledore.
"His name?" said Snape as he realised that the child had no name. "I never thought of that."
"Well, your going to have to name him. You can't go through life without a name." said Dumbledore as he adjusted his position so he was more comfortable. Snape looked out the window as he considered a list of names he had though of before. He did always want a son. But this was too sudden, so most of the names sounded inadequate. He had a few that sounded good, but he had to really think about this. This wasn't something you could easily change. After thinking for a few minutes, he decided on a name that he always thought was a good name.
"His name will be Michael Frederick Snape." said Snape with the sort of sense of pride that had been completely absent through most of his life.
"Michael Frederick Snape is a wonderful name. Now. First things first. Now, I don't mean to insult you or anything, but, about your attitude. It's going to have to change a little." said Dumbledore.
"What do you mean?" asked Snape.
"Well, you have to treat a baby with love. If he doesn't sense any in your voice or actions, they become upset, and thus cry. Here. Take him."
"What!? I can't take him! He'll just cry at me!" said Snape as Dumbledore handed him the child.
"You have to learn how to hold him sometime. Put your elbow under his head. Yes, That's right. A newborn's neck is very weak and you have to hold their head up for them. See? It's not so hard."
"Your right. He's not crying. He didn't even wake up." said Snape as his son quietly slept in his arms.
"When he wakes up, I'll show you how to feed him. Until then, why don't take a nap? You look like you could use the sleep. I'll take care of him." said Dumbledore as he took the sleeping child into his arms.
"Yes, I think I will. Thank you Albus." said Snape as he headed up the stairs.
"No trouble at all Severus." said Dumbledore.
"Oh, and Albus?" said Snape before he went to his chambers.
"Yes?"
"You will speak of this to noone." said Snape in a much more stern voice. Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.
"Of course not." said Dumbledore.
Snape went into his bedroom, a welcome sight for a man who hasn't gotten any sleep for two whole days. As he laid his head down on his pillow, he contemplated all that had happened during that last couple of days.
'I really have a son. I'm really a father. There's no going back on this. What am I going to do? I hardly have the knowledge or the resources to take care of a baby. I'll just have to try.'
At that, Snape fell asleep and joined his son in the land of dreams.
Chapter 2
AN: Sorry this one took so long. I promise I'll be faster with the next chapter. Also, If anyone out there has kids, please e-mail me telling me how to do things like hold a bottle and change a daiper. I'm only 14 and obviously don't have children. (If I did, I would probably be dead by my mother's hand.) I would look really stupid getting something wrong.
Professor Dumbledore had been waiting patiently for the mail. Soon after he was finished watching a bird chase a worm outside, his faithful owl flew through through the window just as fast as that worm jumped in his hole.
"Well, let's see what came in the mail today." said Dumbledore as he took the small stack of letters out of the birds mouth. He rifled through them, throwing most of them away, except for an ad for a self cleaning cauldron. The last letter in the stack seemed to be written in quite a hurry. Dumbledore anxiously opened it after seeing in was from Professor Snape. His face turned white after reading it.
"Something is definitely wrong." said Professor Dumbledore as he reached for the jar of floo powder on the mantlepeice of his chambers. Meanwhile, Snape was struggling to figure out just what his son wanted. He was screaming his lungs out, throwing away anything that Snape handed him to try to get him to calm down. He didn't know how to be a father. Especially to someone so young. He couldn't be more than a few weeks old. By now, Snape was quite unhappy too. He almost screamed with relief when he heard a knock at the door. He rushed as fast as his legs could carry him to the door, tripping several times along the way. He almost ripped off the door knob when he finally made it to the door. Dumbledore looked almost as shocked as he did when he first read Snape's letter when he saw the condition he was in. There was stains of food all over him, and even a few bruises. And there was a loud and constant screaming in the background, seemingly coming from the kitchen.
"Albus!" said Snape as he pulled the stunned headmaster into his living room, shutting the door behind him. "You've got to help me!! I don't know what he wants and he won't stop screaming and he's driving me crazy!!"
"Slow down Severus! What's wrong? Who's doing all these things?" said Dumbledore as he tried to calm down the frantic father. After he did calm down, he went into the kitchen and came out holding the source of the screaming out in front of him. Dumbledore couldn't help but smile at the predicament that his long time colleague and friend was in. Although he wanted to ask who's he was, he decided to calm the screaming child down first so they could hear themselves think. After taking the child from Snape, he cradled the screaming bundle in his arms and rocked him gently.
"Now now. You don't want to be screaming all the time do you? You'll drive us all crazy." The very second Dumbledore started talking to him, the child started to calm down. Soon, he was sleeping in Dumbledore's arms.
"Now that we can talk, who's is he?" asked Dumbledore as they both sat down in two big, red chairs facing eachother.
"Well, I guess he's mine Albus." said Snape as he turned slightly red.
"Really? I had no idea you were the type Severus." said Albus, still rocking the baby to keep him asleep. "How old is he?"
"I suppose a few weeks. I'm not sure." said Snape.
"You don't know?" said Dumbledore with a confused look on his face.
"Well, yesterday, a woman showed up at my door. A scarlet woman. She shoved him in my arms, and left. Apparently, I had gotten drunk nine months ago. And, we.... Well..." said Snape, looking even more red.
"Don't worry. I understand. Now. What is it that you need my help with?" asked Dumbledore.
"Everything! I don't know how to take care of a baby! You have children. What am I suppossed to do?" asked Snape as if the world was about to end.
"Well, before we do that, what is his name?" asked Dumbledore.
"His name?" said Snape as he realised that the child had no name. "I never thought of that."
"Well, your going to have to name him. You can't go through life without a name." said Dumbledore as he adjusted his position so he was more comfortable. Snape looked out the window as he considered a list of names he had though of before. He did always want a son. But this was too sudden, so most of the names sounded inadequate. He had a few that sounded good, but he had to really think about this. This wasn't something you could easily change. After thinking for a few minutes, he decided on a name that he always thought was a good name.
"His name will be Michael Frederick Snape." said Snape with the sort of sense of pride that had been completely absent through most of his life.
"Michael Frederick Snape is a wonderful name. Now. First things first. Now, I don't mean to insult you or anything, but, about your attitude. It's going to have to change a little." said Dumbledore.
"What do you mean?" asked Snape.
"Well, you have to treat a baby with love. If he doesn't sense any in your voice or actions, they become upset, and thus cry. Here. Take him."
"What!? I can't take him! He'll just cry at me!" said Snape as Dumbledore handed him the child.
"You have to learn how to hold him sometime. Put your elbow under his head. Yes, That's right. A newborn's neck is very weak and you have to hold their head up for them. See? It's not so hard."
"Your right. He's not crying. He didn't even wake up." said Snape as his son quietly slept in his arms.
"When he wakes up, I'll show you how to feed him. Until then, why don't take a nap? You look like you could use the sleep. I'll take care of him." said Dumbledore as he took the sleeping child into his arms.
"Yes, I think I will. Thank you Albus." said Snape as he headed up the stairs.
"No trouble at all Severus." said Dumbledore.
"Oh, and Albus?" said Snape before he went to his chambers.
"Yes?"
"You will speak of this to noone." said Snape in a much more stern voice. Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.
"Of course not." said Dumbledore.
Snape went into his bedroom, a welcome sight for a man who hasn't gotten any sleep for two whole days. As he laid his head down on his pillow, he contemplated all that had happened during that last couple of days.
'I really have a son. I'm really a father. There's no going back on this. What am I going to do? I hardly have the knowledge or the resources to take care of a baby. I'll just have to try.'
At that, Snape fell asleep and joined his son in the land of dreams.