A/N Hey ^__^ Hope you like this chapter, and if anyone has cared to read
any of my other fics, I won't be posting many chaps cause I'll be busy with
this one. (I made the mistake of starting WAY too many stories than I could
handle)
Chapter 3 Saturdays and minor potions
I groggily opened my eyes to the shaft of sunlight peeking through a small window to the right of my bed. Blinking my eyes, I try to remember what had happened...it hit me...Potter. Lifting my head, I was greeted again to the boys green eyes. Will he ever cease watching me like that!? He just laid there on my chest and had his head turned up towards me while still clutching my robes with his hands. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he didn't seem to care. Grabbing Potter, I place myself in a sitting position.
Re-adjusting the boy, I get out of the bed, thanking whomever that it was a Saturday, that way, I could spend a day finding a way to get this younger version of Harry Potter back to normal. Walking back to the bag, I place Potter on the ground momentarily, to thoroughly search the contents of the dark blue bag. Opening up the bag, I find two more filled bottles, a pile of various kinds of child's wizarding robes, two blankets and some...toys. Turning my head around, I found that Potter had moved away from the spot I had put him and was now currently crawling towards the fireplace. The fire was still going, and had caught the boy's curiosity, getting to my feet, I pick him up and away from the fireplace and then I put him in his crib.
Finding the time to 9:30, I summoned up a house-elf, ordered for some coffee and something to eat, the elf disappeared again. Pacing back and forth for a little while, I waited for the elf to re-appear. I kept an eye on Potter, seeing as he got in trouble as a teenager, I had no doubts he would do the same as an infant. The boy was currently gawking back and forth from the bag to me. I raised an eyebrow at the boy, wondering what he wanted now. A small pop revert berated throughout my room as two elves appeared carrying a tray each. Potter continued doing what he was doing.
"If I may speak Master Snape, sir?" said one of the elves, I waved my hand to the elf, "Well, Master Snape, sir, I do believe young Harry Potter is hungry and in need of a diaper change, sir." I grimaced at the fact that I would have to change his diaper. I quickly dismissed the elves, and ate my breakfast as quickly as possible.
Taking a last gulp of my coffee, I get to feed and...change Potter. Grabbing the bag, that was surprisingly heavy, I heaved onto the bed. Opening it up, I grab the diapers and the wipes, stuck them on the table. I snatched the Potter from his crib, and laid him on his back on the table. I took off his child's robe and put it aside, I looked down with a scowl on my face at the now reeking diaper. Not wanting to do this the hard way, I pick up my wand, pointed it at the boy, muttered some words. The soiled diaper immediately and was replaced by the fresh clean one. At this change, the boy seemed very happy, now he reached up for me to pick him up. Pursing my lips for quick second, I pick the boy up, place him in his crib, grabbed a bottle, and lowered it down to him. He quickly took the bottle from me, and began to feeding himself. I was bit surprised that he could, but no matter, I had work to do.
Walking over to my own supply of potions ingredients, I get out what I needed to make a minor aging potion. I knew this potion wouldn't age him much, I had studied Potter's potion yesterday and found that the ignorant brat had somehow brewed one of the strongest de-aging potions in existence. Placing the ingredients on my brewing desk, I grabbed my cauldron from underneath the desk and placed it on top. Filling the cauldron up with eight cups of water, I started a potion and began to wait for it to come to a small boil. Sweeping my eyes over to the boy, I found him concentrated on staring at the ceiling while he sucked on the bottle. He was in a sitting position, his legs laid splayed out in front of him while his arms would raised up, holding his bottle. I picked up a bowl, poured in two ounces of tarantula eyes; I began to crush them up into a fine powder
As the water slowly began to boil, I picked a long-handled spoon, I dumped the crushed eyes in slowly, carefully, and precisely. Stirring them up counter-clockwise, and for each turn, I added in one drop of Essence of Belladonna, until I had put in the twelve drops that were needed. I turned up the heat of the fire just a bit, and waited for the five minute needed until the boomslang, spine fish quills and Devil's Snare leaf could added. Picking a book on ancient potions, I read until the timer went off.
I only read two pages, before I heard Potter shuffling around in his crib. Looking up from my book, I found to my amusement, that Potter was attempting to stand up, but failing horribly. I smiled shrewdly as he gripped the bars of the crib and tried to hoist himself up. He only managed to get his feet under before he collapsed again. He fell straight onto his back, whimpered and began to shuffle again and up onto his hands and knees; to try again.
Adding the rest of the needed ingredients with precision, I waited an hour, while it simmered and cooled. Leaning back into the chair, I picked up the book again, and concentrated on read a section about a primitive form of veritaserum. My eyes danced down the words on the pages, as dimly listened to Potter try again and again to stand up. Flipping the page to the next section, I book mark it, and look at the timer. I had about a minute before it was ready to be used. I got up from the chair and glided quickly over to the blue bag, reached inside and grabbed hold of an empty bottle. Heading back to the cauldron, I filled the bottle up about a third of the way, put the top on, and walked to where to the boy's crib.
I bent over the edge of the crib and handed him the bottle. He took it from me slowly, and eyed the contents of the bottle. He stared at the grayish white liquid inside for a moment, then lift it up and began to drink it. He drunk the entire thing, giving me a face of disapproval. Only having to wait for a moment for the potion to take affect. I twitched the side of mouth as the changes of the boy were barely noticeable. All I could tell was he was now a few months older. Sighing in disapproval, I heard a popping sound, and marking as the entrance of a house elf; I turn around. By the door there was a house elf wearing the most odd assortment of I've ever seen. He wore a maroon sweater, with the a yellow 'R' on it. I had a strange feeling that it originally belonged to Weasley. Next, was the tea cozy upon his head, which had the Hogwarts crest stamped on it. Lastly, was the socks he was wearing. On his left foot was a mustard colored sock, while on the other was a dark blue one with broomsticks etched in it.
"Master Snape, sir," said the house elf, bowing low, "Headmaster Dumbledore sent me to tell you sir, that a staff room meeting is being held in his office in forty-five minute sir." With that the elf disappeared again from my sight. Blinking, I sunk in the information quickly. I hurriedly changed into some clean robe, being I was too busy brewing the aging potion to do so, I made for the door when I heard a whimper. I stopped and began to turn around when I heard the boy utter a word I though I'd never hear a child call me.
"Daddy."
Hee Hee cliffhanger! ^__^ I just love doing that sometimes, keeps people on the edge of their seats. anyway, please leave a review!
Chapter 3 Saturdays and minor potions
I groggily opened my eyes to the shaft of sunlight peeking through a small window to the right of my bed. Blinking my eyes, I try to remember what had happened...it hit me...Potter. Lifting my head, I was greeted again to the boys green eyes. Will he ever cease watching me like that!? He just laid there on my chest and had his head turned up towards me while still clutching my robes with his hands. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he didn't seem to care. Grabbing Potter, I place myself in a sitting position.
Re-adjusting the boy, I get out of the bed, thanking whomever that it was a Saturday, that way, I could spend a day finding a way to get this younger version of Harry Potter back to normal. Walking back to the bag, I place Potter on the ground momentarily, to thoroughly search the contents of the dark blue bag. Opening up the bag, I find two more filled bottles, a pile of various kinds of child's wizarding robes, two blankets and some...toys. Turning my head around, I found that Potter had moved away from the spot I had put him and was now currently crawling towards the fireplace. The fire was still going, and had caught the boy's curiosity, getting to my feet, I pick him up and away from the fireplace and then I put him in his crib.
Finding the time to 9:30, I summoned up a house-elf, ordered for some coffee and something to eat, the elf disappeared again. Pacing back and forth for a little while, I waited for the elf to re-appear. I kept an eye on Potter, seeing as he got in trouble as a teenager, I had no doubts he would do the same as an infant. The boy was currently gawking back and forth from the bag to me. I raised an eyebrow at the boy, wondering what he wanted now. A small pop revert berated throughout my room as two elves appeared carrying a tray each. Potter continued doing what he was doing.
"If I may speak Master Snape, sir?" said one of the elves, I waved my hand to the elf, "Well, Master Snape, sir, I do believe young Harry Potter is hungry and in need of a diaper change, sir." I grimaced at the fact that I would have to change his diaper. I quickly dismissed the elves, and ate my breakfast as quickly as possible.
Taking a last gulp of my coffee, I get to feed and...change Potter. Grabbing the bag, that was surprisingly heavy, I heaved onto the bed. Opening it up, I grab the diapers and the wipes, stuck them on the table. I snatched the Potter from his crib, and laid him on his back on the table. I took off his child's robe and put it aside, I looked down with a scowl on my face at the now reeking diaper. Not wanting to do this the hard way, I pick up my wand, pointed it at the boy, muttered some words. The soiled diaper immediately and was replaced by the fresh clean one. At this change, the boy seemed very happy, now he reached up for me to pick him up. Pursing my lips for quick second, I pick the boy up, place him in his crib, grabbed a bottle, and lowered it down to him. He quickly took the bottle from me, and began to feeding himself. I was bit surprised that he could, but no matter, I had work to do.
Walking over to my own supply of potions ingredients, I get out what I needed to make a minor aging potion. I knew this potion wouldn't age him much, I had studied Potter's potion yesterday and found that the ignorant brat had somehow brewed one of the strongest de-aging potions in existence. Placing the ingredients on my brewing desk, I grabbed my cauldron from underneath the desk and placed it on top. Filling the cauldron up with eight cups of water, I started a potion and began to wait for it to come to a small boil. Sweeping my eyes over to the boy, I found him concentrated on staring at the ceiling while he sucked on the bottle. He was in a sitting position, his legs laid splayed out in front of him while his arms would raised up, holding his bottle. I picked up a bowl, poured in two ounces of tarantula eyes; I began to crush them up into a fine powder
As the water slowly began to boil, I picked a long-handled spoon, I dumped the crushed eyes in slowly, carefully, and precisely. Stirring them up counter-clockwise, and for each turn, I added in one drop of Essence of Belladonna, until I had put in the twelve drops that were needed. I turned up the heat of the fire just a bit, and waited for the five minute needed until the boomslang, spine fish quills and Devil's Snare leaf could added. Picking a book on ancient potions, I read until the timer went off.
I only read two pages, before I heard Potter shuffling around in his crib. Looking up from my book, I found to my amusement, that Potter was attempting to stand up, but failing horribly. I smiled shrewdly as he gripped the bars of the crib and tried to hoist himself up. He only managed to get his feet under before he collapsed again. He fell straight onto his back, whimpered and began to shuffle again and up onto his hands and knees; to try again.
Adding the rest of the needed ingredients with precision, I waited an hour, while it simmered and cooled. Leaning back into the chair, I picked up the book again, and concentrated on read a section about a primitive form of veritaserum. My eyes danced down the words on the pages, as dimly listened to Potter try again and again to stand up. Flipping the page to the next section, I book mark it, and look at the timer. I had about a minute before it was ready to be used. I got up from the chair and glided quickly over to the blue bag, reached inside and grabbed hold of an empty bottle. Heading back to the cauldron, I filled the bottle up about a third of the way, put the top on, and walked to where to the boy's crib.
I bent over the edge of the crib and handed him the bottle. He took it from me slowly, and eyed the contents of the bottle. He stared at the grayish white liquid inside for a moment, then lift it up and began to drink it. He drunk the entire thing, giving me a face of disapproval. Only having to wait for a moment for the potion to take affect. I twitched the side of mouth as the changes of the boy were barely noticeable. All I could tell was he was now a few months older. Sighing in disapproval, I heard a popping sound, and marking as the entrance of a house elf; I turn around. By the door there was a house elf wearing the most odd assortment of I've ever seen. He wore a maroon sweater, with the a yellow 'R' on it. I had a strange feeling that it originally belonged to Weasley. Next, was the tea cozy upon his head, which had the Hogwarts crest stamped on it. Lastly, was the socks he was wearing. On his left foot was a mustard colored sock, while on the other was a dark blue one with broomsticks etched in it.
"Master Snape, sir," said the house elf, bowing low, "Headmaster Dumbledore sent me to tell you sir, that a staff room meeting is being held in his office in forty-five minute sir." With that the elf disappeared again from my sight. Blinking, I sunk in the information quickly. I hurriedly changed into some clean robe, being I was too busy brewing the aging potion to do so, I made for the door when I heard a whimper. I stopped and began to turn around when I heard the boy utter a word I though I'd never hear a child call me.
"Daddy."
Hee Hee cliffhanger! ^__^ I just love doing that sometimes, keeps people on the edge of their seats. anyway, please leave a review!