Disclaimer:
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
Yes, time frame in a lot of this is sped up, it also slows down in big chunks in some places. May go back and fill in bits later, since, of course, character death will limit sequel options.
Just didn't know how much people wanted to deal with the day to day lives of these folks, which I'm realizing is more than previously suspected.
And I swear, if you people manage to talk me into writing an actual wedding fic (it may just happen). Good gods help me!
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Hana Hooch went to her door with a perturbed look on her face. She had been curled up on her sofa reading Witch World Weekly, and she did not like to be disturbed when engaging in her baser pleasures.
She flung open the door, prepared to glower at whatever annoyance had found its way to her rooms, only to be confronted by a typically impatient looking Severus Snape.
"Severus, your wife has only been gone eight hours and you're already sniffing around my door? I'm charmed, really," she said with only the barest hint of humor.
"Hana," he said, scolding, as Gabriel slowly peaked out from where he was hiding behind his father's voluminous robes.
Seeing the boy, Hooch crouched down to say hello. "Hi Gabriel," she said, before looking up at his father and muttering, "Sorry Severus."
The boy smiled at her, but did not speak.
"I'm sure," Snape replied to her dryly. "At any rate, he," pointing at his child, "doesn't want to go to sleep, and short of a potion -"
"Which Allosia will crucify you for," Hooch interjected.
"Yes. I don't know what to do. You've kept him overnight, what do I do?"
Hooch stood then and started laughing. "My god man, how much time to you spend in that dank office of yours?"
"Too much," he said grimly, and that silenced her.
Hana Hooch smiled down at the small dark-haired boy again, who was now sitting on the edge of Snape's robes. "So is this why Allosia went on vacation?"
"She wanted a vacation," he said tightly.
"No trouble in paradise then?"
"How you could possibly think -" Snape stopped himself then. "The boy, what do I do?"
"Have him lie down, with all the candles out, sing to him and rub his back and maybe tell him what to dream about."
Snape lost what little color he had, as Hooch's list went on. "Sing?"
"His mother sings to him all the time."
"That's because she sings!" he declared, as if Hooch were missing the obvious.
"Severus, he's grown used to it," she said gently, with the full knowledge of her correctness.
"Is that it?" he said, turning his head to look down at the boy.
Gabriel nodded.
Snape bent down then and picked him up. Now that they were eye level, he asked him again, with the sound of great weariness in his voice, "if I sing to you, y ou'll go to sleep?"
"Yes!" the boy said and laughed.
Snape looked at Hooch then. "I don't sing. And I don't know any songs that aren't opera."
"Could you get Allosia to do it over the floo."
Snape shook his head gravely. "He's afraid of the heads," he said, tilting his head towards Gabriel.
"Oh dear," said Hooch, trying not to laugh. "Has he met Nearly-Headless Nick yet?"
"The nearly was critical."
"Ah, I see," she said, wondering what other odd revelations she was going to get.
"What should I sing?" he asked her, looking like he had just had a run-in with bad seafood again.
"I'm sure you'll think of something," she said, taking a step back from her door and making it clear that she was offering him no more help.
Snape nodded gruffly at her, and stalked off with the boy. Hooch managed not to fall on the floor laughing until she had closed her door. My god, that wretched man, was all she could think, as she tried to catch her breath, the magazine forgotten.
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
Yes, time frame in a lot of this is sped up, it also slows down in big chunks in some places. May go back and fill in bits later, since, of course, character death will limit sequel options.
Just didn't know how much people wanted to deal with the day to day lives of these folks, which I'm realizing is more than previously suspected.
And I swear, if you people manage to talk me into writing an actual wedding fic (it may just happen). Good gods help me!
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Hana Hooch went to her door with a perturbed look on her face. She had been curled up on her sofa reading Witch World Weekly, and she did not like to be disturbed when engaging in her baser pleasures.
She flung open the door, prepared to glower at whatever annoyance had found its way to her rooms, only to be confronted by a typically impatient looking Severus Snape.
"Severus, your wife has only been gone eight hours and you're already sniffing around my door? I'm charmed, really," she said with only the barest hint of humor.
"Hana," he said, scolding, as Gabriel slowly peaked out from where he was hiding behind his father's voluminous robes.
Seeing the boy, Hooch crouched down to say hello. "Hi Gabriel," she said, before looking up at his father and muttering, "Sorry Severus."
The boy smiled at her, but did not speak.
"I'm sure," Snape replied to her dryly. "At any rate, he," pointing at his child, "doesn't want to go to sleep, and short of a potion -"
"Which Allosia will crucify you for," Hooch interjected.
"Yes. I don't know what to do. You've kept him overnight, what do I do?"
Hooch stood then and started laughing. "My god man, how much time to you spend in that dank office of yours?"
"Too much," he said grimly, and that silenced her.
Hana Hooch smiled down at the small dark-haired boy again, who was now sitting on the edge of Snape's robes. "So is this why Allosia went on vacation?"
"She wanted a vacation," he said tightly.
"No trouble in paradise then?"
"How you could possibly think -" Snape stopped himself then. "The boy, what do I do?"
"Have him lie down, with all the candles out, sing to him and rub his back and maybe tell him what to dream about."
Snape lost what little color he had, as Hooch's list went on. "Sing?"
"His mother sings to him all the time."
"That's because she sings!" he declared, as if Hooch were missing the obvious.
"Severus, he's grown used to it," she said gently, with the full knowledge of her correctness.
"Is that it?" he said, turning his head to look down at the boy.
Gabriel nodded.
Snape bent down then and picked him up. Now that they were eye level, he asked him again, with the sound of great weariness in his voice, "if I sing to you, y ou'll go to sleep?"
"Yes!" the boy said and laughed.
Snape looked at Hooch then. "I don't sing. And I don't know any songs that aren't opera."
"Could you get Allosia to do it over the floo."
Snape shook his head gravely. "He's afraid of the heads," he said, tilting his head towards Gabriel.
"Oh dear," said Hooch, trying not to laugh. "Has he met Nearly-Headless Nick yet?"
"The nearly was critical."
"Ah, I see," she said, wondering what other odd revelations she was going to get.
"What should I sing?" he asked her, looking like he had just had a run-in with bad seafood again.
"I'm sure you'll think of something," she said, taking a step back from her door and making it clear that she was offering him no more help.
Snape nodded gruffly at her, and stalked off with the boy. Hooch managed not to fall on the floor laughing until she had closed her door. My god, that wretched man, was all she could think, as she tried to catch her breath, the magazine forgotten.