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Chapter 4 Don't call me...Daddy?
"Daddy."
I whirled all the way around as quickly as possible an set the nastiest glare I've ever come up with straight at the boy. He just smiled and continued calling...me...Daddy. He pressed his hands on the floor of the crib and slowly lifted himself to his feet. He grabbed the railing for balance and support, he went on with his 'Daddy' babble. Taking a deep breath, I calmed down the boiling rage that was rising up to the surface. Clenching my teeth, I pointed a finger at Potter.
"You Potter-"
"Arry!"
"What!?"
"Name Arry!"
"If you think I'm going to start calling you that Potter-" "ARRY!" I snarled at the boy, my eyes flashed dangerously at him, but he just grinned at me, saying his name over and over. to my utter horror, he started singing a child's song, and the only words were his own name and daddy. When I got Potter back to normal, I was going to kill Albus for this.
"Daddy?" Said Potter as he stopped singing that annoying song, "we go bye bye?" I knitted my eyebrows at the boy, I wondered how his speech was so good. I deftly blamed it on the potion. Now, instead of a staring, QUIET, infant Potter, I now had to with baby babbling one. A small creak brought me back into reality, casting a glare at the boy, I found him halfway out of his of the crib. His top half dangling over the edge. I swooped down and caught him just as he fell over.
"ank you Daddy!" Squealed the boy as he latched onto my robes. Snarling again, I leave my room, with Potter, and head for the staff room. Stalking up the staircase, I made sure that I avoided any student who came along. Glowering down at the boy as he continued to let loose strings of 'baby talk', the word daddy following almost all of them.
"Do NOT call me daddy!" I said to the boy snidely, but he just ignored me and went on with whatever he was doing. I heard some of the suits of armor wheeze at this comment. I pulled out my wand and pointed it at them; they went quiet. Potter finding all this very funny began to laugh. Rolling my eyes at him, I take a right and up a flight of stairs, which trembled, remembering when I had hexed it. Shifting the boy from my left arm to my right, I came to a halt at the staff room door. I knew for a fact they were to inquire as to why I had Potter with, and also as how is he is an infant. I just hoped Albus had already told them. Steeling myself, and going neutral, I slam open the door.
Several pairs of eyes turned my way, before a few narrowed and turned away, but the remaining widened in surprise as whom I was carrying. Minerva got up from her seat as she saw the distinctive lightning bolt scar on his forehead. She opened and closed her mouth several times before turning to the headmaster, who, was sitting rather comfortably at far end of the room. I bent down and placed Potter on the floor. Crossing my arms, I waited for Albus to speak up.
"Ahem," said Albus as he began, "as Severus and I know who this child is, and as how he ended up here, I want to make it all clear to who is as well. This child is none other than Harry Potter." Several voices rose from the other faculty, Hagrid's especially. Albus raised his hand for silence and continued, "Harry, in potions class-" Several glares came my way, "was unfortunate to brew the Foutainis Potion, and well...you see the results." Everyone, save Albus, glared at me. Knowing full well that I had made Potter test it. Potter just goggled at everyone in the room, before turning to me, and saying the one word I did NOT want him to say.
"Daddy!" All of the glares being thrown at me disappeared, and were replaced with grins. Minerva was hunched over in her chair, her hand over her mouth, trying hard not to laugh. Hagrid, on the other hand, just sat there smiling with a idiotic look on his face. The rest of the staff were laughing, even Sinistra. Scowling back at them , I looked down at the smiling boy with a look of pure hatred. A voice spoke up from the crowd; it was Minerva.
"So," She said with a rather large grin on her face, "since when have you been Harry's 'father' Severus?" My eyes flashed dangerously at her, but she wasn't deterred in the least. Mumbling to myself, I sit down in the nearest chair, with a scowl on my face. Albus cleared his throat and went into an explanation of what had happened in the seventh year potions yesterday. As he came near the end, I felt a tug on my robes. Looking down, I saw Potter staring up at me, his hands up in the air, pleading to be picked up.
I ignored him completely, not want to embarrassed anymore than I already have, but this wasn't going to be the case. before I knew it, Potter had climbed up into my lap, using my robes to do so. Glaring down him yet again, a new fit of laughter swept through the room. I knew that I had look of anger on my face, but it just didn't affect the boy anymore. Sighing, I ignored the grins and chuckle from the other professors and continued to listen to Albus, whom, had a very large smile planted on his face. As albus finished, several of the other teachers rose up in question.
Many of the question were just revised repeats of what some other teacher had said. Rolling my eyes in an exasperated way, I coldly announced that I was leaving. Grabbing Potter from my lap, I left the staff room. Going down the hall, my footsteps making not a sound as I went, I came to a set of stairs trembling when I let down my foot on it. Snarling at the stairs, I pulled out my wand just a bit; they stopped trembling. Smirking with satisfaction, I head straight for the dungeons.
Upon arrival of my room, I place the boy in his crib. I started to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, snarling to myself. Glaring at the floor, I seriously doubted that I would hear the end of this 'Daddy' issue with other staff members. I wondered if Potter still had his teenaged mind and was just doing this to get revenge. Shaking my head at the absurdity, there was no way. The potion that Potter had somehow brewed, took you to a random age younger age, when done, the drinker's mind was set at the age level of their younger body. I dimly heard several creaks, then, turning my head...
THUMP.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I cringed at the noise Potter made, I looked down where he had fallen. He was lying on the floor, grasping his head and crying as loud as possible. I ran over to him, bent down, grasped him and lifted him off the floor. Having him that close, and crying was not what I wanted, but I had to for injuries. Sitting in a chair, I hold Potter away from and I began to inspect his head. I swept my hands over his scalp and found a bump already forming. His scream, shockingly, went even higher. Clenching my teeth, and bearing the stress my ears were taking, I pull him closer.
Remembering what little I knew about children, I slowly, reluctantly began rub my hand in small circles on his back. Holding him close, and continuing to calm him, I watched and listened as his scream lowered down to hiccough. The boy gasped for breath, taking in air as quickly as possible. He looked up at me, his eyes showing bits of pain in them. He clasp his head and whimpered, he rocked back and forth, his lip trembled as one of his fingers touched the bump that was forming.
"Ssh...hush Potter, it's all right." My eyes went wide...I couldn't believe I just said that!!! Me, the dreaded and knowingly hated Potions Master, comforting Harry Potter!
"owieeeee...." The boy said, still clutching his head. "Daddy, it hurt. Make it stop."
I didn't say anymore to him, still flabbergasted by what I said, I didn't really pay attention that the boy was snuggling up against me. "How? Why did I say that?" I thought as I sat in the chair, with Potter, rigidly. Dropping my gaze down to the boy, I watched as he laid close to me. Why was it the he became so attached to me, so quickly? Potter's eyes began to droop, and he dug his head into my shoulder.
"Daddy? "What Potter?" I whispered to him, no longer caring about what tone I was using. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Good night Daddy, I wuv you." The boy didn't say anymore before he fell asleep. I was shocked, I...I...couldn't believe it...He...said...he...he...loved me!? Taking deep breaths, and trying to steady something...something I've never felt before...those simple words did something to me...I felt...some sort of...warmth...
Without realizing what I was doing. I cradled the boy to my chest, hugging him protectively. I watched his face as he slept, he looked rather...contented. Closing my eyes I thought over what this 'warmth' was. When he said those words, had suddenly clenched together, but I didn't why or how. Yet, I felt as though I should protect the boy and keep him safe, but why? Sighing, I decided to look into it later. Opening my eyes, I looked at the boy in a bit of different manner than before.
"Sleep well...Harry.
Awww...how sweet...Snape is starting to feel the wonders of parenthood! Ok peeps, sorry this took awhile, but I've had tons of homework lately. I won't be able to post another chapter of this tomorow or the next cause I'll be going to Sea World and to do some mall shopping. Don't forget to leave a review
Chapter 4 Don't call me...Daddy?
"Daddy."
I whirled all the way around as quickly as possible an set the nastiest glare I've ever come up with straight at the boy. He just smiled and continued calling...me...Daddy. He pressed his hands on the floor of the crib and slowly lifted himself to his feet. He grabbed the railing for balance and support, he went on with his 'Daddy' babble. Taking a deep breath, I calmed down the boiling rage that was rising up to the surface. Clenching my teeth, I pointed a finger at Potter.
"You Potter-"
"Arry!"
"What!?"
"Name Arry!"
"If you think I'm going to start calling you that Potter-" "ARRY!" I snarled at the boy, my eyes flashed dangerously at him, but he just grinned at me, saying his name over and over. to my utter horror, he started singing a child's song, and the only words were his own name and daddy. When I got Potter back to normal, I was going to kill Albus for this.
"Daddy?" Said Potter as he stopped singing that annoying song, "we go bye bye?" I knitted my eyebrows at the boy, I wondered how his speech was so good. I deftly blamed it on the potion. Now, instead of a staring, QUIET, infant Potter, I now had to with baby babbling one. A small creak brought me back into reality, casting a glare at the boy, I found him halfway out of his of the crib. His top half dangling over the edge. I swooped down and caught him just as he fell over.
"ank you Daddy!" Squealed the boy as he latched onto my robes. Snarling again, I leave my room, with Potter, and head for the staff room. Stalking up the staircase, I made sure that I avoided any student who came along. Glowering down at the boy as he continued to let loose strings of 'baby talk', the word daddy following almost all of them.
"Do NOT call me daddy!" I said to the boy snidely, but he just ignored me and went on with whatever he was doing. I heard some of the suits of armor wheeze at this comment. I pulled out my wand and pointed it at them; they went quiet. Potter finding all this very funny began to laugh. Rolling my eyes at him, I take a right and up a flight of stairs, which trembled, remembering when I had hexed it. Shifting the boy from my left arm to my right, I came to a halt at the staff room door. I knew for a fact they were to inquire as to why I had Potter with, and also as how is he is an infant. I just hoped Albus had already told them. Steeling myself, and going neutral, I slam open the door.
Several pairs of eyes turned my way, before a few narrowed and turned away, but the remaining widened in surprise as whom I was carrying. Minerva got up from her seat as she saw the distinctive lightning bolt scar on his forehead. She opened and closed her mouth several times before turning to the headmaster, who, was sitting rather comfortably at far end of the room. I bent down and placed Potter on the floor. Crossing my arms, I waited for Albus to speak up.
"Ahem," said Albus as he began, "as Severus and I know who this child is, and as how he ended up here, I want to make it all clear to who is as well. This child is none other than Harry Potter." Several voices rose from the other faculty, Hagrid's especially. Albus raised his hand for silence and continued, "Harry, in potions class-" Several glares came my way, "was unfortunate to brew the Foutainis Potion, and well...you see the results." Everyone, save Albus, glared at me. Knowing full well that I had made Potter test it. Potter just goggled at everyone in the room, before turning to me, and saying the one word I did NOT want him to say.
"Daddy!" All of the glares being thrown at me disappeared, and were replaced with grins. Minerva was hunched over in her chair, her hand over her mouth, trying hard not to laugh. Hagrid, on the other hand, just sat there smiling with a idiotic look on his face. The rest of the staff were laughing, even Sinistra. Scowling back at them , I looked down at the smiling boy with a look of pure hatred. A voice spoke up from the crowd; it was Minerva.
"So," She said with a rather large grin on her face, "since when have you been Harry's 'father' Severus?" My eyes flashed dangerously at her, but she wasn't deterred in the least. Mumbling to myself, I sit down in the nearest chair, with a scowl on my face. Albus cleared his throat and went into an explanation of what had happened in the seventh year potions yesterday. As he came near the end, I felt a tug on my robes. Looking down, I saw Potter staring up at me, his hands up in the air, pleading to be picked up.
I ignored him completely, not want to embarrassed anymore than I already have, but this wasn't going to be the case. before I knew it, Potter had climbed up into my lap, using my robes to do so. Glaring down him yet again, a new fit of laughter swept through the room. I knew that I had look of anger on my face, but it just didn't affect the boy anymore. Sighing, I ignored the grins and chuckle from the other professors and continued to listen to Albus, whom, had a very large smile planted on his face. As albus finished, several of the other teachers rose up in question.
Many of the question were just revised repeats of what some other teacher had said. Rolling my eyes in an exasperated way, I coldly announced that I was leaving. Grabbing Potter from my lap, I left the staff room. Going down the hall, my footsteps making not a sound as I went, I came to a set of stairs trembling when I let down my foot on it. Snarling at the stairs, I pulled out my wand just a bit; they stopped trembling. Smirking with satisfaction, I head straight for the dungeons.
Upon arrival of my room, I place the boy in his crib. I started to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, snarling to myself. Glaring at the floor, I seriously doubted that I would hear the end of this 'Daddy' issue with other staff members. I wondered if Potter still had his teenaged mind and was just doing this to get revenge. Shaking my head at the absurdity, there was no way. The potion that Potter had somehow brewed, took you to a random age younger age, when done, the drinker's mind was set at the age level of their younger body. I dimly heard several creaks, then, turning my head...
THUMP.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I cringed at the noise Potter made, I looked down where he had fallen. He was lying on the floor, grasping his head and crying as loud as possible. I ran over to him, bent down, grasped him and lifted him off the floor. Having him that close, and crying was not what I wanted, but I had to for injuries. Sitting in a chair, I hold Potter away from and I began to inspect his head. I swept my hands over his scalp and found a bump already forming. His scream, shockingly, went even higher. Clenching my teeth, and bearing the stress my ears were taking, I pull him closer.
Remembering what little I knew about children, I slowly, reluctantly began rub my hand in small circles on his back. Holding him close, and continuing to calm him, I watched and listened as his scream lowered down to hiccough. The boy gasped for breath, taking in air as quickly as possible. He looked up at me, his eyes showing bits of pain in them. He clasp his head and whimpered, he rocked back and forth, his lip trembled as one of his fingers touched the bump that was forming.
"Ssh...hush Potter, it's all right." My eyes went wide...I couldn't believe I just said that!!! Me, the dreaded and knowingly hated Potions Master, comforting Harry Potter!
"owieeeee...." The boy said, still clutching his head. "Daddy, it hurt. Make it stop."
I didn't say anymore to him, still flabbergasted by what I said, I didn't really pay attention that the boy was snuggling up against me. "How? Why did I say that?" I thought as I sat in the chair, with Potter, rigidly. Dropping my gaze down to the boy, I watched as he laid close to me. Why was it the he became so attached to me, so quickly? Potter's eyes began to droop, and he dug his head into my shoulder.
"Daddy? "What Potter?" I whispered to him, no longer caring about what tone I was using. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Good night Daddy, I wuv you." The boy didn't say anymore before he fell asleep. I was shocked, I...I...couldn't believe it...He...said...he...he...loved me!? Taking deep breaths, and trying to steady something...something I've never felt before...those simple words did something to me...I felt...some sort of...warmth...
Without realizing what I was doing. I cradled the boy to my chest, hugging him protectively. I watched his face as he slept, he looked rather...contented. Closing my eyes I thought over what this 'warmth' was. When he said those words, had suddenly clenched together, but I didn't why or how. Yet, I felt as though I should protect the boy and keep him safe, but why? Sighing, I decided to look into it later. Opening my eyes, I looked at the boy in a bit of different manner than before.
"Sleep well...Harry.
Awww...how sweet...Snape is starting to feel the wonders of parenthood! Ok peeps, sorry this took awhile, but I've had tons of homework lately. I won't be able to post another chapter of this tomorow or the next cause I'll be going to Sea World and to do some mall shopping. Don't forget to leave a review