A/n :Wow! Someone have actualy read my first chapter….so I guess that I
will continue writing…
-probably would have written anyway, as we say here in Norway, I have a writing-itch…
I'm writing my diary full in notime, and write my mailing friends to death…
And now I've found another place to write…..
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything…
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Chapter 2.
Later that evening everyone at Hogwarts knew the young mothers story.
As a muggelborn witch she started at Hogwarts at the usual age, but she never graduated. At the age of 15 she met her husband. She became pregnant, and got married instead of returning to Hogwarts.
Because her husband was a very typical muggle, she never told him she was a witch, she put her wand away, pretending to be "normal".
She became an expert on kamuflaging all the strange things her sons did, as acidents, trying to rase them as muggles.
But when the oldest got his letter from Hogwarts, she could not hide the fact that neither she nor her sons was muggles. And the day after sending him to Hogwarts, she had to leave too.
Having no money, she turned to the only place she ever was allowed to be herselfe: Hogwarts.
After talking to Dumbledore, and telling her story to the other teatchers, she had a short meeting with her oldest son, together with Professor Sprout, the head of his house. Then she and her sons were taken to the hospital-wing with Madam Pomfrey. She attended to their blisters and tired legs, fed them and ordered them all to bed.
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Occotina was sitting in the window in the hospital wing. She was dead- tired, but she couldn't sleep. The day had been so full of events, she had to think them over.
Starting out as a poor mother, with no money, no friends, and no future, she now had hope, hope for a better future.
Dumbledore had told her that in the village of Hogsmeade they where in nead of a new teatcher for their youngest children, teaching them to read and write.
She would get paid enaugh to feed her own children, and there was also a small cottage included in the sallery.
Tears of happiness made their way down her cheeks as she kissed her sleeping sons before she went to bed.
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The next morning she was asked to join the staff at their table for breakfast, bringing her to youngest sons. She protested, feeling as a stranger amongst all the well educated professors.
"Don't worry" said Dumbledore, "we're not all professors. "
She was plased between Hagrid and Madam Hooch, together with her sons. At the end of the meal young Edwin wanted to get down on the floor, and she lifted him down. With a saussage in one hand and a huge smile he wandered off around the tables.
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Snape was eating his porridge not beeing aware of his surroundings. In his mind he had allready started his first lesson for the day. "There has to be a way to prevent young Longbottom from making a mess of everything?" he was thinking as he felt something stroking his leg. Presuming it was some of the students privates begging for leftovers, he looked down, intending to push the animal away.
He stopped his movement, gaping at the face smiling to him.
"Up!" the boy said, with a smile, lifting his hands towards Snape.
Snape hesitated, uncertain of what to do. Small children was not something he was familiar with.
"UP!" Edwin said again, grasping hold of Snapes robe, trying to climb up his knee by himselfe.
"I think he want's to be lifted up to your lap, Severus, " he heard McGonnagal's voice saying. Looking at her, Snape could see, she was smiling behind her glasses. "What?!?" Snape said shocked. Sure she was mistaken?
"UP!" Edwin kept on, still trying to klimb in his robe. Snape sighed, and lifted him.
Giggeling of joy the boy grabbed Snapes nose, and twisted it.
"Aouch!" Snape was stunned. Not from the suprising strenght of the babys fingers, or the pain in the nose, but he was stunned because he rather enjoyed it!
The complete trust and joy in the little child's eyes was something different from what he usual experienced from the students, beeing the one everyone feared.
"DADDY!" Edwin shouted happily and gave Snape a huge hug!
The great hall went silent in a second. Everone turned to the staff-table, gaping at Professor Snape, holding a baby shouting "DADDY!" in his arms…
As Hermione from Gryffindore said later on, they didn't know what the most shocking part was, Snape holding a baby, or seeing his pale face turning bright red…
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"Severus, I want you to run an errand for me in the village, " Dumbledore said to his Potions Master, some months later. "It seems as Mrs. Svaart has gotten into some sort of trouble."
Snape twitched his mouth, "No wonder, judging to what her oldest son are able to."
Dumbledore looked curious at the wizzard in front of him, "Another Longbottom, is he?" he said with a smile on his face.
Snape was shaking his head, "No, not really, young Svaart is talented as few, but he does not pay attention to what hes doing, and having a really odd sense of humor, he makes his part of the usual disasters in the dungeons. Last week he turned an simple experiment with a sleeping draught into a nightmare, as his started to fume, making halfe the class fall to sleep. My selfe included…"
Dumbledore laughed, " I've always said you needed to get more sleep, Severus!"
"HA, HA!" Snape said irritated, "that's exactly what that impertinent boy said when I gave him detention!"
Dumbledore laughed even more, picturing the Potons Masters face when given such an answer. Snape was a skilled teatcher, but he was usually taking life to serious, the headmaster thought. He could very well understand that, being spy against the death eaters and all, but life was so much more than sorrow and pain!
Dumbledore told Snape what he knew about Mrs. Svaart's trouble, and sendt him off to the village.
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Walking up the path to the small Mrs. Svaart's cottage, Snape thought of his last meeting with her family. He could still feel his face burning at the memory of the baby calling him daddy, and Mrs. Svaart "saving" him, explaining that he called every grown men daddy.
Snape was puzled by the feeling of diappointment beeing told so, his thoughts wandered off to the scene in the staff-room, Mrs. Svaart in the light of the fire, singing her baby to sleep. How in the name of Merlin could her husband let go of them? That harmonc, and peacful family?!
At the same time his thoughts was interruptet by the sound of an explotion inside the cottage infont of him, and he heard som screming voices. Pulling his wand out of his pocket, Snape aproched the door, assuming the family was I danger. He was streching out his hand to open the door, but at the same time it opened with a bang, and five years old Jonas came running out, with his mother after him.
Not noticing his presence, she rwas running after the boy, shouting and yelling: "You little troll, it's the third time this week, oh you just wait until I get you, bloody little montster!"
She got hold of the boy, and Snape wonderring if he should interfear, judging to the sight of her chasing him, the boy was in deep trouble. But as she grasped him, she pushed the boy over, and placed herselfe over holding the boy to the ground by sitting on him.
"You little blastended skrewt, you better say you're sorry, or I will tikkle you to death!"
Amazed Snape watched the laughing woman infront of him, playing with her son in such a childish manner. Again he felt this emptyness in his chest, the same feeling he got when he first saw her in the staff-room.
"Ahem!" he said clearing his trout. She looked up, and smiled. "Ah, professor Snape! Dumbledore said you woud come, but I'm afraid this little monster of mine blew up your dinner!"
Snape looked at the boy, hiding behind his mom, beeing a bit shy. "I hate brokkoli!" Jonas murmeled. "So do I, " Snape replied, turning to Mrs. Svaart, and said: "No problem, May I perhaps buy you and your boys dinner at "The Tre Broomsticks"?"
He could see her doubt, and hurried to say: " I would be honnered, if you would let me, you just go and get the youngest one, …"
"Help! " She said, and turned, running back inside. He followed curiously, wondered what would cause such a reaction. Was the very thought of dining whit him that repulsive?
Entering the kitchen he understood. The walls was covered with what was ment to be his dinner, and in the middle of a large pool of dinner Edwin was sitting, soking wet, plaing with his mothers wand. Happily shaking the wand, causing little explotions of coloured sparks all over the kitchen.
"Ga-ga-ga!" He stated, suddenly managing to make the table fly, by pointing the wand at it. Noticing he wasn't any longer alone, he turned the wand against his mother and Snape, trying to make them fly too.
"Accio!", Snape pointed at the wand in the very young wizzards hand, using his own. The wand flew from Edwins hand, and he started to cry. "Mommy!"
Snape turned, made a drying spell, and cleaned the kitchen the same way, as Mrs. Svaart lifted her sticky little baby boy from the pool of dinner, and carried him uopstairs to change his clothes.
Ten minutes later she returned, having not only changed Edwins clothes, but her own as well. Now wearing a clean robe, dark green, with a pattern of snakes around her neck, seeing him she smiled, and said: "I used to be a Slytherin when I was at Hogwarts, thought I would save this for an special occation, and I think it's today."
With Edwin on her arm, and Jonas in her other hand, she swept past him, "Are we going?"
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So, what do you think? I'm starting to wonder if Mrs. Svaart and her boys are a little bit too much to poor Snape….
-probably would have written anyway, as we say here in Norway, I have a writing-itch…
I'm writing my diary full in notime, and write my mailing friends to death…
And now I've found another place to write…..
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything…
****************************************************************
~~~STEPDAD~~~
Chapter 2.
Later that evening everyone at Hogwarts knew the young mothers story.
As a muggelborn witch she started at Hogwarts at the usual age, but she never graduated. At the age of 15 she met her husband. She became pregnant, and got married instead of returning to Hogwarts.
Because her husband was a very typical muggle, she never told him she was a witch, she put her wand away, pretending to be "normal".
She became an expert on kamuflaging all the strange things her sons did, as acidents, trying to rase them as muggles.
But when the oldest got his letter from Hogwarts, she could not hide the fact that neither she nor her sons was muggles. And the day after sending him to Hogwarts, she had to leave too.
Having no money, she turned to the only place she ever was allowed to be herselfe: Hogwarts.
After talking to Dumbledore, and telling her story to the other teatchers, she had a short meeting with her oldest son, together with Professor Sprout, the head of his house. Then she and her sons were taken to the hospital-wing with Madam Pomfrey. She attended to their blisters and tired legs, fed them and ordered them all to bed.
*****************
Occotina was sitting in the window in the hospital wing. She was dead- tired, but she couldn't sleep. The day had been so full of events, she had to think them over.
Starting out as a poor mother, with no money, no friends, and no future, she now had hope, hope for a better future.
Dumbledore had told her that in the village of Hogsmeade they where in nead of a new teatcher for their youngest children, teaching them to read and write.
She would get paid enaugh to feed her own children, and there was also a small cottage included in the sallery.
Tears of happiness made their way down her cheeks as she kissed her sleeping sons before she went to bed.
********************
The next morning she was asked to join the staff at their table for breakfast, bringing her to youngest sons. She protested, feeling as a stranger amongst all the well educated professors.
"Don't worry" said Dumbledore, "we're not all professors. "
She was plased between Hagrid and Madam Hooch, together with her sons. At the end of the meal young Edwin wanted to get down on the floor, and she lifted him down. With a saussage in one hand and a huge smile he wandered off around the tables.
***********
Snape was eating his porridge not beeing aware of his surroundings. In his mind he had allready started his first lesson for the day. "There has to be a way to prevent young Longbottom from making a mess of everything?" he was thinking as he felt something stroking his leg. Presuming it was some of the students privates begging for leftovers, he looked down, intending to push the animal away.
He stopped his movement, gaping at the face smiling to him.
"Up!" the boy said, with a smile, lifting his hands towards Snape.
Snape hesitated, uncertain of what to do. Small children was not something he was familiar with.
"UP!" Edwin said again, grasping hold of Snapes robe, trying to climb up his knee by himselfe.
"I think he want's to be lifted up to your lap, Severus, " he heard McGonnagal's voice saying. Looking at her, Snape could see, she was smiling behind her glasses. "What?!?" Snape said shocked. Sure she was mistaken?
"UP!" Edwin kept on, still trying to klimb in his robe. Snape sighed, and lifted him.
Giggeling of joy the boy grabbed Snapes nose, and twisted it.
"Aouch!" Snape was stunned. Not from the suprising strenght of the babys fingers, or the pain in the nose, but he was stunned because he rather enjoyed it!
The complete trust and joy in the little child's eyes was something different from what he usual experienced from the students, beeing the one everyone feared.
"DADDY!" Edwin shouted happily and gave Snape a huge hug!
The great hall went silent in a second. Everone turned to the staff-table, gaping at Professor Snape, holding a baby shouting "DADDY!" in his arms…
As Hermione from Gryffindore said later on, they didn't know what the most shocking part was, Snape holding a baby, or seeing his pale face turning bright red…
*******************************************
"Severus, I want you to run an errand for me in the village, " Dumbledore said to his Potions Master, some months later. "It seems as Mrs. Svaart has gotten into some sort of trouble."
Snape twitched his mouth, "No wonder, judging to what her oldest son are able to."
Dumbledore looked curious at the wizzard in front of him, "Another Longbottom, is he?" he said with a smile on his face.
Snape was shaking his head, "No, not really, young Svaart is talented as few, but he does not pay attention to what hes doing, and having a really odd sense of humor, he makes his part of the usual disasters in the dungeons. Last week he turned an simple experiment with a sleeping draught into a nightmare, as his started to fume, making halfe the class fall to sleep. My selfe included…"
Dumbledore laughed, " I've always said you needed to get more sleep, Severus!"
"HA, HA!" Snape said irritated, "that's exactly what that impertinent boy said when I gave him detention!"
Dumbledore laughed even more, picturing the Potons Masters face when given such an answer. Snape was a skilled teatcher, but he was usually taking life to serious, the headmaster thought. He could very well understand that, being spy against the death eaters and all, but life was so much more than sorrow and pain!
Dumbledore told Snape what he knew about Mrs. Svaart's trouble, and sendt him off to the village.
******************
Walking up the path to the small Mrs. Svaart's cottage, Snape thought of his last meeting with her family. He could still feel his face burning at the memory of the baby calling him daddy, and Mrs. Svaart "saving" him, explaining that he called every grown men daddy.
Snape was puzled by the feeling of diappointment beeing told so, his thoughts wandered off to the scene in the staff-room, Mrs. Svaart in the light of the fire, singing her baby to sleep. How in the name of Merlin could her husband let go of them? That harmonc, and peacful family?!
At the same time his thoughts was interruptet by the sound of an explotion inside the cottage infont of him, and he heard som screming voices. Pulling his wand out of his pocket, Snape aproched the door, assuming the family was I danger. He was streching out his hand to open the door, but at the same time it opened with a bang, and five years old Jonas came running out, with his mother after him.
Not noticing his presence, she rwas running after the boy, shouting and yelling: "You little troll, it's the third time this week, oh you just wait until I get you, bloody little montster!"
She got hold of the boy, and Snape wonderring if he should interfear, judging to the sight of her chasing him, the boy was in deep trouble. But as she grasped him, she pushed the boy over, and placed herselfe over holding the boy to the ground by sitting on him.
"You little blastended skrewt, you better say you're sorry, or I will tikkle you to death!"
Amazed Snape watched the laughing woman infront of him, playing with her son in such a childish manner. Again he felt this emptyness in his chest, the same feeling he got when he first saw her in the staff-room.
"Ahem!" he said clearing his trout. She looked up, and smiled. "Ah, professor Snape! Dumbledore said you woud come, but I'm afraid this little monster of mine blew up your dinner!"
Snape looked at the boy, hiding behind his mom, beeing a bit shy. "I hate brokkoli!" Jonas murmeled. "So do I, " Snape replied, turning to Mrs. Svaart, and said: "No problem, May I perhaps buy you and your boys dinner at "The Tre Broomsticks"?"
He could see her doubt, and hurried to say: " I would be honnered, if you would let me, you just go and get the youngest one, …"
"Help! " She said, and turned, running back inside. He followed curiously, wondered what would cause such a reaction. Was the very thought of dining whit him that repulsive?
Entering the kitchen he understood. The walls was covered with what was ment to be his dinner, and in the middle of a large pool of dinner Edwin was sitting, soking wet, plaing with his mothers wand. Happily shaking the wand, causing little explotions of coloured sparks all over the kitchen.
"Ga-ga-ga!" He stated, suddenly managing to make the table fly, by pointing the wand at it. Noticing he wasn't any longer alone, he turned the wand against his mother and Snape, trying to make them fly too.
"Accio!", Snape pointed at the wand in the very young wizzards hand, using his own. The wand flew from Edwins hand, and he started to cry. "Mommy!"
Snape turned, made a drying spell, and cleaned the kitchen the same way, as Mrs. Svaart lifted her sticky little baby boy from the pool of dinner, and carried him uopstairs to change his clothes.
Ten minutes later she returned, having not only changed Edwins clothes, but her own as well. Now wearing a clean robe, dark green, with a pattern of snakes around her neck, seeing him she smiled, and said: "I used to be a Slytherin when I was at Hogwarts, thought I would save this for an special occation, and I think it's today."
With Edwin on her arm, and Jonas in her other hand, she swept past him, "Are we going?"
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So, what do you think? I'm starting to wonder if Mrs. Svaart and her boys are a little bit too much to poor Snape….