Title: Adventures of Young Severus Snape:
The Case of the Greedy Goblin
Author: Meatball
Rating: G
Archive: Feel free
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable belongs to JKR, and I make not a knut from this.
Summary: This is a young-reader-friendly story about an adventure that eight-year-old Severus Snape and James Potter have, while on vacation with their parents.
Eight-year-old Severus Snape held his father's hand tightly, as they made their way through crowded Diagon Alley.
"Eh, Sarah? Are ye sure ye know where yer goin', lass?"
Sarah Snape looked back, and smiled at Jericho, her husband of twelve years. Her great, dark eyes lingered affectionately on her small son, Severus, who was looking around with huge, wonder-filled eyes.
"Relax, Jerry. Spent ages here as a kid, I have." She reached out to take little Sev's other hand, and led the way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour And Trashy Muggle Novel Emporium.
After their marriage, it had come as a shock to Jericho to find out that his wife was a witch. Not in any figurative sense, but a literal one.
Oh, sure, he'd known that there were odd goings-on in Hogsmeade, a village near the town of Cail. Cail was where he'd lived all his life, and where he'd returned to after completing university in Edinburgh.
Jericho Snape was the youngest of four boys. He was a tall, muscular man of thirty-seven, with long, light-brown hair, laughing hazel eyes, and a gentle, kind way with both animals and humans. Frightened or injured animals brought into his veterinary clinic in Cail invariably calmed down within moments, as he would pet them with his large, strong hands, and speak nonsense to them with that rich, melted-chocolate voice of his.
Shortly after he had opened his clinic, he'd been travelling to Harbour Pass, on the far side of Hogsmeade, for a housecall, when his truck had broken down. It had been raining heavily, and his good nature was being sorely tested as he tried to change a flat tire on a side-road in Hogsmeade. It had been a wecome diversion, when a pretty young woman had emerged from one the shops with an umbrella, to give him a hand.
An instant attraction had flared between the two young people, and within the year, Jericho Snape and Sarah Gardiner were married amongst a plethora of friends and family at Jericho's father's farm in Cail. It was a jolly day of good food, good friends, and the wine flowed freely. To be sure, some of Sarah's friends and family were a bit odd, wearing unusual long robes and pointed hats, and occasionally waving sticks around and chanting unusual words, but the easygoing Jericho found them all to be fairly agreeable, and if they had some strange ways about them, well, so what of it? His own family had a few odd ducks in it as well.
It was on their wedding night, in a lovely stone cottage on the coast, when Sarah had told him of her deepest secret. Jericho had been amused at first, and frankly disbelieved her. But with a few waves of that magic wand of hers (curly maple, nine inches, quite bendy) and a few well-chosen spells, he had quickly become a believer. An amazed believer, but a believer.
Over the years, he had become quite accustomed to her magical powers, and occasionally made use of her abilities in his own veterinary clinic. Soft-hearted like himself, she was more than happy to provide some discreet healing magic to the more seriously-wounded animals.
When little Severus was just two years old, Jericho had been astonished and Sarah had been delighted to see that their little son had just as much magical ability as his mother. Sarah had set about teaching her young son as much as she was able to, to better prepare him for Hogwart's.
Today, however, they were on holiday in London (Jericho was to attend a medical conference, and they had decided to turn it into a vacation), and Sarah had wanted to visit Diagon Alley. Jericho was looking forward to seeing the place he had heard so much about, and Severus was beside himself with excitement -- he was going to Ollivander's, to buy his first wand.
"Mummy," he said, digging into an enormous ice-cream sundae, "Can I get a broomstick as well?"
She grinned at him. "Not yet, Sev. Maybe when you're older."
"I think I am old enough right now."
"I can't imagine where you get that stubbornness from. Can you, Jericho?"
"Nay, lass, can't imagine at all." He grinned at her, an expression of feigned innocence on his face. "T'isn't stubbornness, now, knowing one's own mind, is it, lad?" He winked down at his son, who grinned back.
"We'll have to stop at Gringott's," Sarah said, ignoring the exchange. "I don't have enough wizard money on me for a good shopping trip, and most of these shops don't take muggle money."
Severus was fairly squirming with excitement. He'd always wanted to see Gringott's, to see the goblins, and the dragons. As his parents stood to leave, Sarah cried, "Marston!"
"Sarah! Sarah Gardiner, how have you been? You look terrific!" A tall, lanky man with somewhat untidy brown hair and warm brown eyes strode towards them. With him was a pretty blonde woman, and a little boy about Severus' age. The boy was the spitting image of his father, except he had twinkling blue eyes rather than brown.
"Marston Potter!" Sarah hugged him happily. "I haven't seen you since we graduated! And who's this?" She smiled down at the little boy, who smiled back.
"My son, Jamie. And this is my wife, Liane." Marston smiled, and indicated his family.
"Pleased to meet both of you," said Sarah, warmly. "Mars...this is my husband, Jericho Snape. Jericho, Marston was one of my best friends at Hogwart's. We played Quidditch on the same house team, too."
"A pleasure, Jericho." The two men shook hands.
"Aye, a pleasure, Marston, an' call me Jerry."
"And," continued Sarah, "This is my son, Severus. He's eight."
"Same age as Jamie," smiled Marston. He seemed amused as he shook hands with the grave young boy. "You look just like your Mom, Severus."
"Yes, sir."
"Sarah, Jerry...we were just going to Rowling's for a coffee...care to join us?"
"Love to. We've got a lot of catching up to do."
~~~
Hours later, the Snapes and the Potters were firm friends. It was established that they were both staying at the Leaky Cauldron, and would have dinner together.
After a visit to Gringott's, which left the children (and Jericho) amazed, they retired for the night, with plans in place for the next day. The Potters were spending the day visiting local wizarding attractions, and they would bring young Severus with them, giving Sarah and Jericho a day to themselves before the medical conference began. Sarah would return the favour the day after that, by taking Jamie shopping with her and Severus. Well-fed and pleasantly tired-out, the yawning families wished each other a good night, and took themselves off to bed.
~~~
The Case of the Greedy Goblin
Author: Meatball
Rating: G
Archive: Feel free
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable belongs to JKR, and I make not a knut from this.
Summary: This is a young-reader-friendly story about an adventure that eight-year-old Severus Snape and James Potter have, while on vacation with their parents.
Eight-year-old Severus Snape held his father's hand tightly, as they made their way through crowded Diagon Alley.
"Eh, Sarah? Are ye sure ye know where yer goin', lass?"
Sarah Snape looked back, and smiled at Jericho, her husband of twelve years. Her great, dark eyes lingered affectionately on her small son, Severus, who was looking around with huge, wonder-filled eyes.
"Relax, Jerry. Spent ages here as a kid, I have." She reached out to take little Sev's other hand, and led the way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour And Trashy Muggle Novel Emporium.
After their marriage, it had come as a shock to Jericho to find out that his wife was a witch. Not in any figurative sense, but a literal one.
Oh, sure, he'd known that there were odd goings-on in Hogsmeade, a village near the town of Cail. Cail was where he'd lived all his life, and where he'd returned to after completing university in Edinburgh.
Jericho Snape was the youngest of four boys. He was a tall, muscular man of thirty-seven, with long, light-brown hair, laughing hazel eyes, and a gentle, kind way with both animals and humans. Frightened or injured animals brought into his veterinary clinic in Cail invariably calmed down within moments, as he would pet them with his large, strong hands, and speak nonsense to them with that rich, melted-chocolate voice of his.
Shortly after he had opened his clinic, he'd been travelling to Harbour Pass, on the far side of Hogsmeade, for a housecall, when his truck had broken down. It had been raining heavily, and his good nature was being sorely tested as he tried to change a flat tire on a side-road in Hogsmeade. It had been a wecome diversion, when a pretty young woman had emerged from one the shops with an umbrella, to give him a hand.
An instant attraction had flared between the two young people, and within the year, Jericho Snape and Sarah Gardiner were married amongst a plethora of friends and family at Jericho's father's farm in Cail. It was a jolly day of good food, good friends, and the wine flowed freely. To be sure, some of Sarah's friends and family were a bit odd, wearing unusual long robes and pointed hats, and occasionally waving sticks around and chanting unusual words, but the easygoing Jericho found them all to be fairly agreeable, and if they had some strange ways about them, well, so what of it? His own family had a few odd ducks in it as well.
It was on their wedding night, in a lovely stone cottage on the coast, when Sarah had told him of her deepest secret. Jericho had been amused at first, and frankly disbelieved her. But with a few waves of that magic wand of hers (curly maple, nine inches, quite bendy) and a few well-chosen spells, he had quickly become a believer. An amazed believer, but a believer.
Over the years, he had become quite accustomed to her magical powers, and occasionally made use of her abilities in his own veterinary clinic. Soft-hearted like himself, she was more than happy to provide some discreet healing magic to the more seriously-wounded animals.
When little Severus was just two years old, Jericho had been astonished and Sarah had been delighted to see that their little son had just as much magical ability as his mother. Sarah had set about teaching her young son as much as she was able to, to better prepare him for Hogwart's.
Today, however, they were on holiday in London (Jericho was to attend a medical conference, and they had decided to turn it into a vacation), and Sarah had wanted to visit Diagon Alley. Jericho was looking forward to seeing the place he had heard so much about, and Severus was beside himself with excitement -- he was going to Ollivander's, to buy his first wand.
"Mummy," he said, digging into an enormous ice-cream sundae, "Can I get a broomstick as well?"
She grinned at him. "Not yet, Sev. Maybe when you're older."
"I think I am old enough right now."
"I can't imagine where you get that stubbornness from. Can you, Jericho?"
"Nay, lass, can't imagine at all." He grinned at her, an expression of feigned innocence on his face. "T'isn't stubbornness, now, knowing one's own mind, is it, lad?" He winked down at his son, who grinned back.
"We'll have to stop at Gringott's," Sarah said, ignoring the exchange. "I don't have enough wizard money on me for a good shopping trip, and most of these shops don't take muggle money."
Severus was fairly squirming with excitement. He'd always wanted to see Gringott's, to see the goblins, and the dragons. As his parents stood to leave, Sarah cried, "Marston!"
"Sarah! Sarah Gardiner, how have you been? You look terrific!" A tall, lanky man with somewhat untidy brown hair and warm brown eyes strode towards them. With him was a pretty blonde woman, and a little boy about Severus' age. The boy was the spitting image of his father, except he had twinkling blue eyes rather than brown.
"Marston Potter!" Sarah hugged him happily. "I haven't seen you since we graduated! And who's this?" She smiled down at the little boy, who smiled back.
"My son, Jamie. And this is my wife, Liane." Marston smiled, and indicated his family.
"Pleased to meet both of you," said Sarah, warmly. "Mars...this is my husband, Jericho Snape. Jericho, Marston was one of my best friends at Hogwart's. We played Quidditch on the same house team, too."
"A pleasure, Jericho." The two men shook hands.
"Aye, a pleasure, Marston, an' call me Jerry."
"And," continued Sarah, "This is my son, Severus. He's eight."
"Same age as Jamie," smiled Marston. He seemed amused as he shook hands with the grave young boy. "You look just like your Mom, Severus."
"Yes, sir."
"Sarah, Jerry...we were just going to Rowling's for a coffee...care to join us?"
"Love to. We've got a lot of catching up to do."
~~~
Hours later, the Snapes and the Potters were firm friends. It was established that they were both staying at the Leaky Cauldron, and would have dinner together.
After a visit to Gringott's, which left the children (and Jericho) amazed, they retired for the night, with plans in place for the next day. The Potters were spending the day visiting local wizarding attractions, and they would bring young Severus with them, giving Sarah and Jericho a day to themselves before the medical conference began. Sarah would return the favour the day after that, by taking Jamie shopping with her and Severus. Well-fed and pleasantly tired-out, the yawning families wished each other a good night, and took themselves off to bed.
~~~