Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or and of his enemies and friends.
They all belong to the talented J.K. Rowling.
Severus Snape was jolted from a very sound and peaceful sleep when a loud voice whined, "Dad! She calls him Ally!" Severus sat strait up in bed, crying out when his head collided with that of his son, who had been hovering over his father, waiting for him to wake up. Grasping a growing lump, Severus shoved Midas off the bed and groaned, looking at the clock on his wall. It was one-fifteen A.M. on a Friday morning.
"What the hell do you want, Midas?" Severus asked, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice.
"Daddy," Midas whined unhappily, like he had when he was three and needed help with something, "Aubrey calls Alan Grace Ally!" Severus wanted to shoot something right then. He cursed Aubrey Potter a million times over for putting whatever charm she had used on his son.
"Dad, isn't that horrible?" Midas asked, looking up from the floor. Severus flopped back down, onto his pillows.
"Midas, I don't care about what the Potter girl calls her brainless boyfriend. To tell you the truth, I think it's quite disturbing that you still whine like that, especially over that good-for-nothing vixen. What about Marina Randalls? Don't you like her?" Midas shook his head, his ebony eyes widened with surprise at the thought of possibly caring about someone other than his precious Aubrey.
"No, she's kind of.slutty. I don't go for that kind of girl."
Severus buried his face in his knees and groaned unhappily. "Why? Why did you have to like that little brat?" He asked, not really wanting an answer.
Midas, wising up for once, didn't give one. Sniffing indignantly, he stood up and crossed his arms. "At least Whitney understands!" He snapped.
Severus looked up. "You told your sister?"
Midas shook his head. "Actually, she found my journal and read the poems about Aubrey...She thought it was very sweet and said she'd try and set us up." Midas frowned. "She's really bad at it." He muttered.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "You write poetry about her?"
Midas nodded, once again happy. "Want to hear one?"
"Not really. Now get out of my room and never come back at an hour like this."
"Okay. Night dad."
Severus watched his eldest child leave the room, humming a happy tune. Come to think of it, Midas had never seemed so happy before he met the Potter girl. Usually he skulked around Snape Manor, studying and planning quidditch strategies.The only time he ever ventured out of his shell was when he was with his friends, playing quidditch, or talking about Aubrey. "Maybe," Severus said to himself, "this girl could teach him a thing or two."
Severus Snape was jolted from a very sound and peaceful sleep when a loud voice whined, "Dad! She calls him Ally!" Severus sat strait up in bed, crying out when his head collided with that of his son, who had been hovering over his father, waiting for him to wake up. Grasping a growing lump, Severus shoved Midas off the bed and groaned, looking at the clock on his wall. It was one-fifteen A.M. on a Friday morning.
"What the hell do you want, Midas?" Severus asked, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice.
"Daddy," Midas whined unhappily, like he had when he was three and needed help with something, "Aubrey calls Alan Grace Ally!" Severus wanted to shoot something right then. He cursed Aubrey Potter a million times over for putting whatever charm she had used on his son.
"Dad, isn't that horrible?" Midas asked, looking up from the floor. Severus flopped back down, onto his pillows.
"Midas, I don't care about what the Potter girl calls her brainless boyfriend. To tell you the truth, I think it's quite disturbing that you still whine like that, especially over that good-for-nothing vixen. What about Marina Randalls? Don't you like her?" Midas shook his head, his ebony eyes widened with surprise at the thought of possibly caring about someone other than his precious Aubrey.
"No, she's kind of.slutty. I don't go for that kind of girl."
Severus buried his face in his knees and groaned unhappily. "Why? Why did you have to like that little brat?" He asked, not really wanting an answer.
Midas, wising up for once, didn't give one. Sniffing indignantly, he stood up and crossed his arms. "At least Whitney understands!" He snapped.
Severus looked up. "You told your sister?"
Midas shook his head. "Actually, she found my journal and read the poems about Aubrey...She thought it was very sweet and said she'd try and set us up." Midas frowned. "She's really bad at it." He muttered.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "You write poetry about her?"
Midas nodded, once again happy. "Want to hear one?"
"Not really. Now get out of my room and never come back at an hour like this."
"Okay. Night dad."
Severus watched his eldest child leave the room, humming a happy tune. Come to think of it, Midas had never seemed so happy before he met the Potter girl. Usually he skulked around Snape Manor, studying and planning quidditch strategies.The only time he ever ventured out of his shell was when he was with his friends, playing quidditch, or talking about Aubrey. "Maybe," Severus said to himself, "this girl could teach him a thing or two."