Well damn, I never expected so many reviews for one of my stories. All of you kick ass!

I am glade you like Cynnus… He likes you too. ^_^ Anyways, here is the next bit. Again, I do not know when the next chapter will come out but it will be about Christmas. YAY!

Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.

Chapter 4:

The Slytherin in You

Slytherin versus Hufflepuff, it was to be the last game, before Christmas break. Harry, in all honesty was excited to see the match. The boy who saved him from the floor was playing and there was no way he was going to miss it.

Severus sighed to himself as he rummaged around his wardrobe. The baby robes Poppy gave him simply did not fit Potter anymore. Therefore, the potion master pulled out one of his old robes; the one Fred and George burnt the bottom of their third year, and draped the heavy thing over the small Harry Potter.

"Hold still." Snape snapped at the practically bouncing boy. Pointing his want, Severus mumbled a simple spell that shrunk his old flowing robe down to Harry's frame. Taking his old Slytherin scarf, the professor wrapped it around Harry's little neck. "Come now Potter, we've got a game to catch."

Snape advanced down the halls, bellowing robes behind him, did not slow down for the small Potter. Harry knew his way and he did not feel like running to keep up with his never-ending legged professor. Keeping a nice jogging pace, Harry quickly got board and grabbed the flowing sleeves of his new robe, imagining they were wings.

Zig zaging as he jogged, Harry made 'whoosh'ing sounds and did not noticed his professor stopped, until he ran in to the back of him. "Potter, what are you doing?" Snape looked down at the boy from over his shoulder.

"I was pretending to fly, sir." The young boy said, picking himself off the floor.

"I suggest you try and flap your arms. You might get better results." Snape glared down at the boy. "If you can't keep up, I advise alternate means." Again, Severus pointed his wand at the boy and simply said, "Mobilicorpus." Harry's feet lifted off the ground and started hovering forwarded as Snape started striding.

Harry smiled like a goof, took a hold of his sleeves again and slowly started moving his arms up and down. It was the closest he could get to flying and he was having a blast, high above his professor's head. Has Harry floated around, he missed the hint of a smile on Severus's lips.

"Where's Harry?" Cynnus asked as his brother sat down next to him. All Severus did was point up. Cynnus laughed as Harry reached out his arms to him. "Hello little one." Cynnus said as he plucked Harry from the air and sat him in his lap. "What where you doing up there?"

"Flying." Harry smiled. "I couldn't keep up with Severus and… and he made me fly instead."

"Did he now." Cynnus eyed his brother with a humorous glare.

Across the pitch, Ron watched his friend and two professors. "Crapes Hermione. That vampire has turned him into a Snape Jr, in Slytherin colors. Poor Harry!"

"Ron," Hermione snatched the Omnioculars out of his hands. "Leave it alone. Harry is fine. Professor Dumbledore told us so."

"I miss him." Ron slumped in his seat and bolted up again.

"We'll go see him. I'm sure the nice Snape will let us see Harry. We'll go tomorrow." Ron resaved a glare from Hermione. "After classes."

***

After the match and after he tucked Harry into bed, Severus laid down on his black leather couch. He released a sigh, trying to calm his nerves. He had been on edge all day. Not that anyone noticed, but he was a nevus wreck every time he steeped out of his rooms with Harry.

Snape stiffened when a body claimed in next to his. "Are you all right, brother?" Cynnus asked.

Severus wrapped his arms around him and started to play with his brother's longer hair. "You tell no one of this." Severus warned and got a nod from Cynnus. "I'm nervous as hell, Cynnus! It's been months since the last time I was called to a D.E. meeting and every time I'm with little Potter, I can't help but wonder if this will be it." Severus let out another shaky breath. "Voldemort is bound to hear of Potter's condition and when he does, he'll strike."

"You're worried about the boy." It was not a question and Severus did not answer it. "Have you told Albus about this?"

Severus shook his head. "The old man always knows my feelings before I do."

Cynnus snuggled closer, laying his head on his brother's chest. "Perhaps you should inform him anyways." Severus and Cynnus did not talk the rest of the night; they just held each other, trying to reassure the other.

Through the crack in the door, little Harry listened to the brothers talk. When he was sure they were finished, Harry gave a smile sad grin and tucked himself back into bed.

***

"You wanted to see me, Godfather?" Draco asked as he steeped into the potion master's privet rooms.

Severus gracefully stood from his set on the couch and turned to his Godson. "I have a favor to ask." Draco nodded and waved for him to continue. "My store rooms are running low and they must be restocked. Because of my reputation, I cannot do this through Owl Order. I must go personally."

"Of course." Draco said coolly.

"Cynnus is in a meeting with the Headmaster and will be there most of the day and I can not take Potter with me." Snape gestured to the small sleeping boy on the couch, wrapped in a Slytherin throw. "So I need you to watch him for me. I know it's your weekend, but I'll make it up to you some how."

Draco smiled at his Godfather with a hint of humor in his pale eyes. "Buy me a Chocolate Frog and we'll call it even, alright?"

Severus nodded and went to hug his Godson. "I'll be back before you know it."

Draco waved him out the door and took a seat on the couch staring into the fire. "I know who you are." Came a small voice, which made Draco jump and sneered at the green-eyed boy.

"Just who am I." Draco snapped.

"You've been my school rival since first year, Malfoy." Harry starred at him. "So, why did you save me from the floor?"

"You were a baby, Potter." Draco said plainly. "If our positions were switched, you'd do the same."

Little Harry nodded. "You've helped me before. At the World Cup, you told us that the death eaters were after muggles. If I'm not mistaking you said 'Keep that big bushy head down, Granger.' Being the Slytherin you are, I'm sure you wouldn't warn us directly." Draco just stared at the little boy, as if he had grown two heads. "Thank you."

Not trusting his own mouth, Malfoy just politely nodded. "How old are you exactly Potter?" Draco asked after a long comfortable silence.

Little Harry giggled with the spirit of a three year old. "I'm seventeen and it's Harry not Potter." Harry laughed as his babysitters jaw hinged open. Draco went to ask something but Harry put up his hand. "Before you ask, yes I remember everything. No, I have not told anyone else this and I hope you do the same." Harry's eyes darkened as he looked into Draco's. "I see this as my second chance at a normal childhood. I'm not about to throw it away."

***

Stuffing Draco's Chocolate Frog in his pocket, Severus Snape steeped into the cold brisk air of Diagon Alley. He was tracking his way back to the Leaky Caldron, when a shop caught his attention and was the perfect place to get Potter a Christmas gift.

***

Ron hurried down the dungeon hall with Hermione several steeps behind. "This has to be it." Ron stopped in front of a portrait of a man that heavily resembled the Snape twins. Long black hair, a nicely shaved goatee and worm black eyes stared at the two children. The young man said nothing as Ron and Hermione knocked on the frame.

The tall man in the painting went back to his caldron as his frame swung open to reveal a sour looking Malfoy. "You!" Ron yelled and pointed. "What are you doing here?"

Smiling only for Hermione, Draco turned and went back in side saying, "Come in, if you must." Draco plopped down on the floor, next to Harry where paper and crayons where spread about.

Harry looked up from his drawing and smiled, jumping up and running to his friends. "Ron!" He hugged him quickly. "Hermione!"

"Gosh Harry, you've grown." Hermione said after her hug. Little Harry beamed a smile as Draco rolled his eyes.

"Harry," Ron pulled out a long pointy stick out of his pocket, one that Harry recognized instantly. "Look what Dumbledore gave us to hold for you until you're back to normal."

"What is it?" The little boy asked. "Can I see it?" Ron handed Harry his wand. He quickly looked it over, checking to see if it was all right. Satisfied he laid it on the coffee table. "You guys want to see one of my drawings?" How could they say no to those bright green eyes?

Harry went over to one of the pile of papers and picked up one, showing it Ron and Hermione. Two stick figures, drawn in red, held hands in what looked like a summer's day. "I drew you and Hermione." Harry said.

Ron's face grew red as Hermione started coughing. Draco was biting his lip to keep from laughing. That was his drawing; he was teasing Potter with it. Saying his friends were helplessly in love.

"It's very nice, Harry." Hermione said, blushing.

"Ah, look at the time." Ron uttered looking at Snape's grandfather clock. "It's almost time for supper." Ron left mumbling, "Come on Hermione."

Before leaving Hermione gave Harry another hug. "We were worried about you."

"I'm fine." Harry said before they left.

Harry sat on the floor next to Malfoy, who looked amused. "What was that all about?"

Reaching around, Harry grabbed his wand off the table. "They tend to forget things when they're nervous." Harry waved his wand at the fire, turning it different colors. "I don't feel completely safe without it."

Next to him, Draco started laughing. "You should have been in Slytherin." To that, Harry just gave a devilish grin.