Chapter Nineteen-The Haircut
Roxanne, Harry, Hermione, Emily and Albus all stood in the
room, watching Leanne stare at Severus, who was sitting in the
bed nervously.
"You sure you want to do this?" Roxanne asked as she
handed her sister the scissors.
"Why not, I cut your hair all the time when we were
kids," Lea said as she moved Severus' head around. He
had a bit of a nervous look on his face.
"Yeah, but well, you sucked at it," Roxanne said.
"I'm older now, besides, if he doesn't like it we can
magic it back," Roxy looked at her sister bug eyed.
"You mean all those times you cut my hair crooked you
could have fixed it!" Roxy yelled.
"Of course I could, you don't think daddy would have
let me cut it otherwise do ya?" Lea said.
"Sev sit still," she said softly. They had shampooed,
and conditioned his hair, which was now clean and nice
looking.
"Sit still! You're about to hack off my 'air and you
want me to sit still," he said, his British accent clear
as a bell.
"Yes," she said. Slowly she began to cut away the dark
black hair. Harry watched as his Potions Master and father
was quickly transformed. His chin length black hair cut
shorter.
"Give me the comb," she said. She brushed through his
hair and ran her hands through it. Hermione watched in
fascination, as well as Emily.
"What is she doing to me?" Severus asked looking at his
son, who was raising an eyebrow.
"Cutting your hair," Emily whispered.
"Quite you two, because you're both next," Lea said as
she finished her husband's hair. She stepped back and
smiled. Stepping back she smiled and nodded.
"Wow, now he looks cool," Harry said.
"Damn, I'm sorry I missed my chance," Roxanne said
looking at her handsome brother-in-law.
"He is hot isn't he," Lea said smiling. Too anyone who had seen Dogma, he looked
surprisingly familiar! She had seen
the film seventeen times and could match the Metatron's hair
easily.
"He looks less creepy and much cuter," Roxy said.
"Do you mind?" Severus said as he snatched the mirror
from the side table and looked at his hair. He examined his
reflection.
"What do you think baby?" Lea asked leaning on him and
hugging him, running a hand through his soft silky hair.
"It's great," he said smiling.
"You really like it?" He nodded smiling and kissing her
cheek.
"I love it, and I love you," he said softly.
"I'm glad to hear it," she said rubbing her hand of
her scalp and placing her cheek against his soft hair and
head.
"I think it's Harry's turn," Severus said smiling.
Harry shook his head, his hair near his shoulders now.
"Go on Harry, get that unruly hair cut," Hermione said
pushing him. She gripped her hand and smiled.
"All right," Sitting down in a chair he sat back as his
mother quickly got ready.
"You're not going to scalp me are you?" Harry asked.
She laughed and pushed his head forward.
"Harry look at your father and trust me," she said
gently. A few minutes later she stood back, giving Hermione
a great shot of him. She smiled brightly.
"How do I look?" He asked gently.
"Great," she said, her eyes sparkling. He took the
mirror from his father's hands and looked at his
reflection. His hair was much shorter, with light bangs and
layered.
"I like it," he said as he ran a hand through it and
smiled as it went right back into place. Hermione came over
and smiled.
"I like it too," she whispered looking at her handsome
friend.
"Like father like son," Severus whispered as he smiled
at his son.
"This is cool," Harry said.
