Fathers day-

It was fathers day and Hermione was glad to be spending the day with her dad. She felt sorry for Harry, his dad was gone and he couldn't see Sirius and Mr. Dursley was awful.

Hermione had one of the best dad's in the world. But like any good father she knew that a lot of it was because of her mother. She was the back bone of the family. The woman that held it all together. Like in the Weasley house.

Hermione knew that Harry had gotten something for Mr. Weasley. He always did, but he felt strange giving it to him. So every year Harry would send it seemingly anonymously and when he would get to their house for the last couple of weeks of summer no one ever mentioned it. They knew he would be embarrassed.

He gave Mrs. Weasley her present on mothers day or just before, in person. It didn't seem to bother him then. The Hogwarts express always arrived on mothers day, or just before. She would make a big deal and hug him. He would almost always see Draco out the corner of his eye giving glaring looks.

Draco's mother wasn't overly affectionate. When he gave her his present she would kiss him on the top of his head and say thank you. That was all Draco ever needed. He didn't have to be made over like Potter. That's what comes of being an orphan.

Hermione wondered about Draco on fathers day. Did he give his dad a present? Did his dad care? He didn't seem like the fatherly type. That train of thought led to the most unlikely father figure she knew, Severus Snape. She wondered if he even had a dad or if like Ron said he had just been hatched. She bet that he had a softer side, where she didn't know, but she could see him giving Dumbledore a present. Well, maybe.

So the fathers day was spent away from school, everyone with their respective families and for most, happy. Harry sat in his room under his covers looking at pictures of his parents. Ron and the whole Weasley clan played their yearly game of dog pile on dad. Hermione and her dad went to the library and Dumbledore opened his present from Severus. What no one knew is that Severus had presents of his own to open.



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Severus enjoyed his persona, being the evil hated potions master and then being able to go to his secret home in the dungeons and be a completely different person. He was, when he was with his family. It was the year before Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. Severus was of the opinion that he had a great life. He had his family and a quaint home in the dungeons. It was rather large actually, taking up most of the lower levels under Slytherin house. He had made enchanted gardens for his wife, they had their own secret passage out of the castle to Hogsmead. She didn't have to work, and Severus assumed she didn't want to. They had three beautiful children which had all been born in the castle. All girls and all beautiful. Not a one had inherited his nose. They all had their mothers olive skin and their fathers black hair, their mothers green eyes and their fathers drive and determination. They were each a spitting image of the other, only smaller versions. Severus refused to have them dressed in the same outfits when they went out. It seemed ridiculous to enhance the fact that they all looked alike.

Their personalities were completely different though. The youngest, who at the time was two, was a ball of fire. Quite literally actually. She seemed to possess the power of telekinesis. Her stuffed animals would burst into flames when she was just three months old. As soon as Snape realized what the problem was, and after many fireproofing spells, he began to train her. By the time she was a year old she could control it. He just hoped no one ever made her mad. Her name was Celesta.

The middle child was sweet and demure. He name was Demia. Snape was really worried that she was a squib. Until she was four she showed no signs of magic. She was quiet and attentive. She hugged and kissed and made everyone feel loved but she never ever showed any promise. His wife had reminded him that even the great Albus Dumbledore got a late start. They thought he was a squib until he was eight. It wasn't until her little sister had been in trouble. Celesta crawled into an abandoned dungeon and was hanging from a ledge that went down very far. Demia heard her and when Snape arrived Celesta was being levitated away from the ledge into Demia's arms. Demia hugged her tightly and told her in that little girl voice to 'never do that again' and Snape never worried about his middle child being a squib, or whether or not Celesta was safe with Demia.

The oldest child, who was seven at the time was Allora. Allora was difficult to deal with. She wanted to be part of every conversation and insisted that she always had the answer even before she knew the question. It peturbed him to no end. She would try to help everyone, even if they didn't want help. She tried to fix things even when it wasn't broken, and she had a very hard time staying focused on anything. They had seen magic in her from a very young age but it was very sporadic. Snape had tried his best to work with the girl but he didn't have the patience. He so desperately wanted to never yell or argue around them that he had never done anything about her condition. So in this year before Harry Potter, when his children were two, four and seven he thought his life was wonderful. Then in June, on fathers day he had awoken expecting to find his adoring family waiting on him so that they could lavish their affections on him. Instead he found a not so hastily written note explaining why she was leaving and why the girls would be better with him, than with her. She proceeded to tell him that she had given them a sleeping potion so that they would not wake up and find her gone first. Severus through down the letter and ran to the rooms of his girls. His wife was horrible with potions. She could very well have given them a poison and not known it. He checked their breathing and tried to wake them up.

He could not get any of them to stir. Their breathing and their heartbeats were shallow and his first instinct was to go to Poppy. He went to the fireplace and called her. She stepped through and gasped at the sight of the seemingly lifeless children. Severus tried to explain, but tears began welling up at the loss of his children. Poppy ran around the room looking for the bottle that the potion would have been in. Finally she came up on it.

"It looks like it is sleeping death. Do you have any idea how long they have been under?"

"No." His face showed all the horror he was feeling. If an adult, much less a child, was under the sleeping death for too long they would spend their life in a semi-dream state. Unable to tell reality from their dreams. Snape ran to his stores as fast as he could to grab the antidote. He came back and he and Poppy administered it to the children. They began to wake up, still groggy from the potion induced sleep. They all seemed to be fine, but now Severus had to tell them that their mother was gone and might never come back. He started crying and the girls ran to him immediately.

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Four fathers days later Severus Snape sat opening his fathers day presents from his three daughters now six, eight and eleven

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A/N Here I am starting another story. When will I learn. I know this is similar to one of my other ones, but I will try to keep them separate.