Chapter 5
Harry sat quietly with Albus while Severus prepared for bed. They had just settled Harry under the covers when he whimpered and grabbed his grandfather's long beard.
"What is it little one?" asked the headmaster in alarm wondering if he had missed an injury from Harry's earlier adventure. He took the boy back into his arms.
"Fy Fy!" said Harry looking into the blue eyes for understanding.
Both men looked at the child blankly for a moment. Suddenly Severus exclaimed "Oh I see. Accio!"
The Quidditch storybook came flying across the room and into his hand.
"Book fy!" shrieked Harry in delight as he bounced in Albus's arms. The old man thanked Merlin that he'd put his glasses safely away.
"Yes Harry," smiled Severus, "Now would you like me to read you the story?"
Harry crawlwd over to his father and snuggled comfortably in his arms running his fingers through the ends of the man's long black hair. Severus began to read;
"Once upon a time there was a little boy called Mundugnus who wanted a broom for his birthday."
"I so want to fly," he told his mother.
"I believe that little boy did get to fly," said Albus with a snort, "On illegal magic carpets."
"Shh father! You're making me lose my dramatic edge," Severus pretended to growl though he was hiding his laughter with difficulty.
Hen the story was finished Harry looked up pleadingly at his father.
"I get boom? I fy?" he asked.
"You cause enough trouble on the ground Fire Child. I'm not giving you a broomstick until you are older."
Harry pouted and then yawned widely, too tired to worry about it further.
"All right Childing, time for bed," said Severus softly as he tucked Harry back under the covers. He and Albus lay down beside him.
"Bad man fy," murmured Harry. Severus looked confused. Albus thought for a moment before he realised what the child meant.
"Mr Filch? No my pet, he was using those brooms to clean with."
"Perhaps that would be a good payback for Filch," mused Severus, "Have him supervise a Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match."
"All those students too far out of his reach to punish," chuckled Albus, "It's probably his worst nightmare."
"He could always get Mrs Norris to help," said Severus with a feral grin, "I'd love to see her on a broomstick."
By this time both men were laughing uncontrollably and although Harry didn't really understand why, he laughed too.
"Kitty Fy," he said and they all chuckled again.
"Oh Harry. What are we going to do with you," smiled Albus as he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. He reached out and ruffled the boy's hair. Harry smiled sweetly and buried his face in his father's chest. He was soon asleep.
"Well now Severus. That was a useful course on looking after little ones, wasn't it?" Albus teased, "Very helpful for later on. Don't you think?"
"Hmph. You've been talking to Kit too much," sulked the younger man.
"We'll see Iceling," his father answered.
With that, they made themselves comfortable and joined Harry in slumber.
Harry sat quietly with Albus while Severus prepared for bed. They had just settled Harry under the covers when he whimpered and grabbed his grandfather's long beard.
"What is it little one?" asked the headmaster in alarm wondering if he had missed an injury from Harry's earlier adventure. He took the boy back into his arms.
"Fy Fy!" said Harry looking into the blue eyes for understanding.
Both men looked at the child blankly for a moment. Suddenly Severus exclaimed "Oh I see. Accio!"
The Quidditch storybook came flying across the room and into his hand.
"Book fy!" shrieked Harry in delight as he bounced in Albus's arms. The old man thanked Merlin that he'd put his glasses safely away.
"Yes Harry," smiled Severus, "Now would you like me to read you the story?"
Harry crawlwd over to his father and snuggled comfortably in his arms running his fingers through the ends of the man's long black hair. Severus began to read;
"Once upon a time there was a little boy called Mundugnus who wanted a broom for his birthday."
"I so want to fly," he told his mother.
"I believe that little boy did get to fly," said Albus with a snort, "On illegal magic carpets."
"Shh father! You're making me lose my dramatic edge," Severus pretended to growl though he was hiding his laughter with difficulty.
Hen the story was finished Harry looked up pleadingly at his father.
"I get boom? I fy?" he asked.
"You cause enough trouble on the ground Fire Child. I'm not giving you a broomstick until you are older."
Harry pouted and then yawned widely, too tired to worry about it further.
"All right Childing, time for bed," said Severus softly as he tucked Harry back under the covers. He and Albus lay down beside him.
"Bad man fy," murmured Harry. Severus looked confused. Albus thought for a moment before he realised what the child meant.
"Mr Filch? No my pet, he was using those brooms to clean with."
"Perhaps that would be a good payback for Filch," mused Severus, "Have him supervise a Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match."
"All those students too far out of his reach to punish," chuckled Albus, "It's probably his worst nightmare."
"He could always get Mrs Norris to help," said Severus with a feral grin, "I'd love to see her on a broomstick."
By this time both men were laughing uncontrollably and although Harry didn't really understand why, he laughed too.
"Kitty Fy," he said and they all chuckled again.
"Oh Harry. What are we going to do with you," smiled Albus as he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. He reached out and ruffled the boy's hair. Harry smiled sweetly and buried his face in his father's chest. He was soon asleep.
"Well now Severus. That was a useful course on looking after little ones, wasn't it?" Albus teased, "Very helpful for later on. Don't you think?"
"Hmph. You've been talking to Kit too much," sulked the younger man.
"We'll see Iceling," his father answered.
With that, they made themselves comfortable and joined Harry in slumber.