Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. He and all his friends belong to the
talented J.K. Rowling.
Midas Snape staggered miserably down to his father's office.
After all, hadn't he told Midas to drop by any time he needed advice?
Of course, Midas thought glumly, that had only been to please his mother, whom thought her husband should "get more in touch" with his children this year.
Midas entered his father's classroom (known as the dungeons to most) and sat down at one of the desks, pitying himself and wishing with all his might he was Alan Grace.
Not that Midas admired or liked Alan.
Actually, truth be told, Midas hated the preppy blond Keeper, with his clean cut good looks.
The only reason Midas would ever want to be Alan is because then, and only then, could he kiss Aubrey.
Aubrey, with her fire red hair, radiant catlike green eyes and her cute smile that could charm a dragon from its den.
"What I'd give to have her for a girlfriend." Midas said out loud, sighing and leaning back in his chair.
He leaned a little to far and toppled over.
"Who in the-Midas! What in the name of all that is magic are you doing down here?" Midas looked up at his father, Severus Snape, who loomed angrily over him.
"Oh, hey, dad." He said dazedly.
"Good lord! Midas, get up, now!" Severus snapped, yanking his son to his feet.
"Now, why are you down here?" He asked.
"I wanted to know if you had a potion to turn me into Alan Grace." Midas said.
He had hit his head when he had fallen and now was willing to do anything to get Aubrey.
"Alan Grace? Of all people you want to be, Alan Grace is the one? That preppy blond boy?"
Midas nodded. "Please? I really want to be Alan Grace."
Severus helped his eldest child to his office, where he plopped him down in a cushy seat.
"I thought you hated Alan Grace! Now, all of a sudden, you want to be him?"
"Oh, I still hate him." Midas said, taking the tea his father offered to him.
"But then why-Merlin's beard, Midas, what is the matter with you?"
Midas looked up to his father, a sad but drunken look in his eyes.
Suddenly Severus understood.
"Ah," He said, smiling slyly at his son, "It's a girl."
"No, it isn't a-" "Your jealous, because Mr. Grace has the girl you like!" Severus cried, sitting down at his desk.
"I do not care that Aubrey is dating Alan!" Midas yelled back, realizing too late that he had already begun to dig his own grave.
"Aubrey? As in Aubrey Potter? The little red head first year who's friends with Whitney?"
Midas blushed deeply but nodded.
Severus made a horrified face.
"Of all the girls-and you know you could have a lot-you chose Harry Potter's daughter?"
"Yeah. I mean, she's sweet and pretty and smart-" "Midas, shut up." Severus snapped, rubbing his temples.
"Just remember. It's just a crush. It's not like they're in love." It took Midas a moment to realize his father was talking to himself.
"So, can I have the potion?" Midas asked hopefully.
"NO!" Severus yelled, slamming his fist on his desk.
Midas cursed his luck and looked in the mirror his father had over his desk.
"Do you think if I got gray contacts and dyed my hair blond Aubrey will notice me?" He asked, cocking his head, before going back to pitying his miserable situation.
"Oh, this must be a bad dream. My son, my eldest son.He's fallen for Harry Potter's daughter! Bloody hell!" Severus buried his face in his hands and wished he had never met the oldest daughter of the Boy-Who-Lived.
Midas Snape staggered miserably down to his father's office.
After all, hadn't he told Midas to drop by any time he needed advice?
Of course, Midas thought glumly, that had only been to please his mother, whom thought her husband should "get more in touch" with his children this year.
Midas entered his father's classroom (known as the dungeons to most) and sat down at one of the desks, pitying himself and wishing with all his might he was Alan Grace.
Not that Midas admired or liked Alan.
Actually, truth be told, Midas hated the preppy blond Keeper, with his clean cut good looks.
The only reason Midas would ever want to be Alan is because then, and only then, could he kiss Aubrey.
Aubrey, with her fire red hair, radiant catlike green eyes and her cute smile that could charm a dragon from its den.
"What I'd give to have her for a girlfriend." Midas said out loud, sighing and leaning back in his chair.
He leaned a little to far and toppled over.
"Who in the-Midas! What in the name of all that is magic are you doing down here?" Midas looked up at his father, Severus Snape, who loomed angrily over him.
"Oh, hey, dad." He said dazedly.
"Good lord! Midas, get up, now!" Severus snapped, yanking his son to his feet.
"Now, why are you down here?" He asked.
"I wanted to know if you had a potion to turn me into Alan Grace." Midas said.
He had hit his head when he had fallen and now was willing to do anything to get Aubrey.
"Alan Grace? Of all people you want to be, Alan Grace is the one? That preppy blond boy?"
Midas nodded. "Please? I really want to be Alan Grace."
Severus helped his eldest child to his office, where he plopped him down in a cushy seat.
"I thought you hated Alan Grace! Now, all of a sudden, you want to be him?"
"Oh, I still hate him." Midas said, taking the tea his father offered to him.
"But then why-Merlin's beard, Midas, what is the matter with you?"
Midas looked up to his father, a sad but drunken look in his eyes.
Suddenly Severus understood.
"Ah," He said, smiling slyly at his son, "It's a girl."
"No, it isn't a-" "Your jealous, because Mr. Grace has the girl you like!" Severus cried, sitting down at his desk.
"I do not care that Aubrey is dating Alan!" Midas yelled back, realizing too late that he had already begun to dig his own grave.
"Aubrey? As in Aubrey Potter? The little red head first year who's friends with Whitney?"
Midas blushed deeply but nodded.
Severus made a horrified face.
"Of all the girls-and you know you could have a lot-you chose Harry Potter's daughter?"
"Yeah. I mean, she's sweet and pretty and smart-" "Midas, shut up." Severus snapped, rubbing his temples.
"Just remember. It's just a crush. It's not like they're in love." It took Midas a moment to realize his father was talking to himself.
"So, can I have the potion?" Midas asked hopefully.
"NO!" Severus yelled, slamming his fist on his desk.
Midas cursed his luck and looked in the mirror his father had over his desk.
"Do you think if I got gray contacts and dyed my hair blond Aubrey will notice me?" He asked, cocking his head, before going back to pitying his miserable situation.
"Oh, this must be a bad dream. My son, my eldest son.He's fallen for Harry Potter's daughter! Bloody hell!" Severus buried his face in his hands and wished he had never met the oldest daughter of the Boy-Who-Lived.