Coming Clean
By
Snivellus
A/N: I know, I know I took a long time to update, but I hope you like the chapter. It is Christmas!
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Chapter 9
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It was Christmas morning, and Harry woke to the sounds of Sylvia running down the hall.
"Wake up, wake up, Santa came!" Sylvia yelled throughout the house.
"I think your daughter, has too much energy." Severus said turning over in the bed to face Eowyn.
"No, I think YOUR daughter has found her presents." She said tossing the sheets off her and onto Severus.
"So I guess this means we have to get up?" Severus moaned.
"Yes I think so." Eowyn said. Sylvia came bounding into her parents room.
"Daddy, mummy, get up! Let's open presents!" She said all excited.
"All right, we will be there in a minute." Severus said as he put on his robe.
"Yay!" Sylvia said running into Harry's room next.
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"Harry! Get up, we have presents!" Sylvia squealed.
"You have presents?" He asked in mock surprise.
"Ya, and so do you!" Harry was really surprised this time. Why would Harry have presents, this wasn't his home?
"Well, we better go see what Santa brought you." Harry said taking Sylvia's hand and walking slowly to the living room, where a beautiful large Christmas tree stood. Harry thought it looked just as good as the tree at Hogwarts. It was defiently better than Christmas at the Dursley's.
Harry took a seat on the hearth of the fireplace, while Sylvia ran around, expelling a lot more energy than Harry could imagine. Finally after five excruciating minutes of waiting, Severus and Eowyn walked into the room.
"Happy Christmas, Harry. I am sorry my daughter chooses 7 o'clock in the morning to open her presents." Eowyn said smiling.
"It's all right, At the Dursley's, they usually forget to wake me up." Harry said trying to act like it was all in good fun.
"Happy Christmas, Mr. Potter." Severus said as he fixed himself a cup of coffee.
"Happy Christmas, Sir." Harry said looking quickly away from his professor. It was odd to be spending Christmas with his strict Potion's Master. He had learned far too much about his Professor, and found it rather awkward to be sharing this family activity with him.
"Can I open my presents yet?" Sylvia asked impatiently.
"Yes, you may." Eowyn said running her hand over her daughters long black hair. Sylvia rushed towards her presents, but was stopped by her father.
"One at a time, Sylvia. You know better than that." Severus said sternly.
"Yes, father." Sylvia replied.
"Good girl, now why don't you give everyone a present to open?" Severus said as he lifted his daughter's chin with his index finger.
Sylvia gave a present to her mother, then to her father, then to Harry.
"Here Harry, this one is for you." Sylvia said, growing impatient.
"What? I have a present?" Harry said genuinely surprised.
"You have more than one Harry." Sylvia said, as she started to count them out loud.
"Who are these from?" Harry asked, looking at Eowyn.
"Santa, doh Harry!" Sylvia said. Eowyn nodded at Harry, and smiled.
"Sylvia, why don't we let Mr. Potter open his first. He is the guest." Severus said seeing the anticipation becoming too much for the little girl.
Severus gestured for him to start. Harry ripped the nice wrapping paper, and opened the box to discover that it was a new sweater. It was a dark maroon color. It looked like a very nice sweater, and Harry just looked at it amazed.
"It is lovely. Wow. I don't think I have owned this nice of a sweater since Mrs. Weasley's." Harry said appreciatively.
"All right Sylvia, you may open your present now." Severus said.
She tore quickly at the paper, and before Harry could blink she had the toy out of the packaging.
"Wow, wow! It is a Warty Warlock's Junior Wardrobe!" Sylvia exclaimed.
Harry wasn't really sure what a Warty Warlock's Junior Wardrobe was, but whatever it was Sylvia seemed to be enjoying it.
Sylvia placed the little box on the ground, and pressed a button, and the once small box became a full dress up wardrobe.
"Severus, open yours next." Eowyn said.
Severus carefully unwrapped each corner of the small box, making sure he removed the paper without one rip.
"Try and beat that Eowyn." Severus said triumphantly, smiling at Eowyn.
"Oh Severus, that is going to be impossible to beat. You didn't rip the paper at all!" Eowyn said hitting him on the leg.
"Well, you will just have to up your game this year." Severus continued to open his present, and discovered that Eowyn had gotten him a magical timer. He had needed a new one. Longbottom melted his old one when one of his potions got out of control.
"Thank you dear. I needed a new one after what Longbottom did to mine." Severus said kissing her on the cheek.
Harry watched as Snape kissed his wife. He felt like this is how Christmas should be. Harry loved Christmas's at Hogwarts, but this is what Christmas should have been like with his own family, if they were still alive. Christmas's at the Dursley's always consisted of Dudley tearing through his presents in five minutes, then after five more minutes he was screaming why he hadn't gotten some things that were on his list. Harry's Aunt would then promise Dudley that he would get them for his birthday. Christmas was everything but happy for Harry.
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About thirty minutes later, and several boxes later, Harry was overwhelmed by all the nice, new clothes that he had received from the man, whom he thought hated him. Sylvia was busy playing with all her new toys on the floor, happily humming as she moved along the floor.
"Harry, will you play Snap with me?" Sylvia asked.
"Sure, Sylvia. I haven't ever played "Junior Wicked Witches" version. You will have to tell me the rules.
"Well instead of numbers, the picture of a famous witch has to match. Okay?" She said dealing out the cards.
"Oh ok." Harry thought that he should be slow at calling out Snap's because he wanted to give Sylvia a chance, but he quickly discovered that Sylvia was, in reality, better than him. He was getting his arse kicked by a six year old.
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In the kitchen, Severus was talking to Eowyn.
"I think he liked his clothes, he couldn't stop saying how much he liked them." Eowyn said holding Severus' hand.
"Yes, I think I may have glorified his life, a bit before now." Severus admitted.
"The poor boy, never having family to celebrate Christmas with." Eowyn said.
"Yes, I can remember how unhappy Christmas was when I was growing up." Severus said looking at Eowyn.
"But, you are so blessed now, if only the Dark Lord was gone, then perhaps you would be truly happy in every aspect of your life." Eowyn said looking at her husband's downcast eyes.
"Yes, he is the last remaining evil in my life." Severus said rubbing his forearm unconsciously.
"Good always conquers evil." Eowyn said trying to assure him.
"Even when there are shades of gray?" Severus said, implying that his role as a spy was not as clear as black and white.
"Yes, even when there are shades of gray, surprisingly they all become clearly defined, one overruling thought will prevail." Eowyn said getting up and stretching.
"I suppose I should go save Harry from Sylvia's 50 games of Snap. He will hate the game once Sylvia is done with him." Eowyn said laughing.
"Yes, I have one more thing for him, but it is for him alone. I will be down in my study if you need me." Severus said wrapping his hand around his coffee mug.
"All right, I think Sylvia and I will clean up this mess." Eowyn said patting Severus on the back.
Severus walked over the pair of children. As Harry laid down a pair, Severus called out.
"Snape!" Looking at Sylvia.
"Silly daddy, it is Snap, not Snape!"
"Oh, that's right, well perhaps the should rename the game, you obviously are the master of the game. Why don't you give Mr. Potter a break, and help mummy clean up, okay?" Severus said magically cleaning up the game.
"All right daddy. Happy Christmas. I love you daddy." The little girl said getting to her feet and wrapping her body around Severus' legs.
"I love you too." He said as he patted his daughter on the back.
"Mr. Potter, come with me." He said in his usual deep voice.
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TBC
By
Snivellus
A/N: I know, I know I took a long time to update, but I hope you like the chapter. It is Christmas!
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Chapter 9
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It was Christmas morning, and Harry woke to the sounds of Sylvia running down the hall.
"Wake up, wake up, Santa came!" Sylvia yelled throughout the house.
"I think your daughter, has too much energy." Severus said turning over in the bed to face Eowyn.
"No, I think YOUR daughter has found her presents." She said tossing the sheets off her and onto Severus.
"So I guess this means we have to get up?" Severus moaned.
"Yes I think so." Eowyn said. Sylvia came bounding into her parents room.
"Daddy, mummy, get up! Let's open presents!" She said all excited.
"All right, we will be there in a minute." Severus said as he put on his robe.
"Yay!" Sylvia said running into Harry's room next.
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"Harry! Get up, we have presents!" Sylvia squealed.
"You have presents?" He asked in mock surprise.
"Ya, and so do you!" Harry was really surprised this time. Why would Harry have presents, this wasn't his home?
"Well, we better go see what Santa brought you." Harry said taking Sylvia's hand and walking slowly to the living room, where a beautiful large Christmas tree stood. Harry thought it looked just as good as the tree at Hogwarts. It was defiently better than Christmas at the Dursley's.
Harry took a seat on the hearth of the fireplace, while Sylvia ran around, expelling a lot more energy than Harry could imagine. Finally after five excruciating minutes of waiting, Severus and Eowyn walked into the room.
"Happy Christmas, Harry. I am sorry my daughter chooses 7 o'clock in the morning to open her presents." Eowyn said smiling.
"It's all right, At the Dursley's, they usually forget to wake me up." Harry said trying to act like it was all in good fun.
"Happy Christmas, Mr. Potter." Severus said as he fixed himself a cup of coffee.
"Happy Christmas, Sir." Harry said looking quickly away from his professor. It was odd to be spending Christmas with his strict Potion's Master. He had learned far too much about his Professor, and found it rather awkward to be sharing this family activity with him.
"Can I open my presents yet?" Sylvia asked impatiently.
"Yes, you may." Eowyn said running her hand over her daughters long black hair. Sylvia rushed towards her presents, but was stopped by her father.
"One at a time, Sylvia. You know better than that." Severus said sternly.
"Yes, father." Sylvia replied.
"Good girl, now why don't you give everyone a present to open?" Severus said as he lifted his daughter's chin with his index finger.
Sylvia gave a present to her mother, then to her father, then to Harry.
"Here Harry, this one is for you." Sylvia said, growing impatient.
"What? I have a present?" Harry said genuinely surprised.
"You have more than one Harry." Sylvia said, as she started to count them out loud.
"Who are these from?" Harry asked, looking at Eowyn.
"Santa, doh Harry!" Sylvia said. Eowyn nodded at Harry, and smiled.
"Sylvia, why don't we let Mr. Potter open his first. He is the guest." Severus said seeing the anticipation becoming too much for the little girl.
Severus gestured for him to start. Harry ripped the nice wrapping paper, and opened the box to discover that it was a new sweater. It was a dark maroon color. It looked like a very nice sweater, and Harry just looked at it amazed.
"It is lovely. Wow. I don't think I have owned this nice of a sweater since Mrs. Weasley's." Harry said appreciatively.
"All right Sylvia, you may open your present now." Severus said.
She tore quickly at the paper, and before Harry could blink she had the toy out of the packaging.
"Wow, wow! It is a Warty Warlock's Junior Wardrobe!" Sylvia exclaimed.
Harry wasn't really sure what a Warty Warlock's Junior Wardrobe was, but whatever it was Sylvia seemed to be enjoying it.
Sylvia placed the little box on the ground, and pressed a button, and the once small box became a full dress up wardrobe.
"Severus, open yours next." Eowyn said.
Severus carefully unwrapped each corner of the small box, making sure he removed the paper without one rip.
"Try and beat that Eowyn." Severus said triumphantly, smiling at Eowyn.
"Oh Severus, that is going to be impossible to beat. You didn't rip the paper at all!" Eowyn said hitting him on the leg.
"Well, you will just have to up your game this year." Severus continued to open his present, and discovered that Eowyn had gotten him a magical timer. He had needed a new one. Longbottom melted his old one when one of his potions got out of control.
"Thank you dear. I needed a new one after what Longbottom did to mine." Severus said kissing her on the cheek.
Harry watched as Snape kissed his wife. He felt like this is how Christmas should be. Harry loved Christmas's at Hogwarts, but this is what Christmas should have been like with his own family, if they were still alive. Christmas's at the Dursley's always consisted of Dudley tearing through his presents in five minutes, then after five more minutes he was screaming why he hadn't gotten some things that were on his list. Harry's Aunt would then promise Dudley that he would get them for his birthday. Christmas was everything but happy for Harry.
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About thirty minutes later, and several boxes later, Harry was overwhelmed by all the nice, new clothes that he had received from the man, whom he thought hated him. Sylvia was busy playing with all her new toys on the floor, happily humming as she moved along the floor.
"Harry, will you play Snap with me?" Sylvia asked.
"Sure, Sylvia. I haven't ever played "Junior Wicked Witches" version. You will have to tell me the rules.
"Well instead of numbers, the picture of a famous witch has to match. Okay?" She said dealing out the cards.
"Oh ok." Harry thought that he should be slow at calling out Snap's because he wanted to give Sylvia a chance, but he quickly discovered that Sylvia was, in reality, better than him. He was getting his arse kicked by a six year old.
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In the kitchen, Severus was talking to Eowyn.
"I think he liked his clothes, he couldn't stop saying how much he liked them." Eowyn said holding Severus' hand.
"Yes, I think I may have glorified his life, a bit before now." Severus admitted.
"The poor boy, never having family to celebrate Christmas with." Eowyn said.
"Yes, I can remember how unhappy Christmas was when I was growing up." Severus said looking at Eowyn.
"But, you are so blessed now, if only the Dark Lord was gone, then perhaps you would be truly happy in every aspect of your life." Eowyn said looking at her husband's downcast eyes.
"Yes, he is the last remaining evil in my life." Severus said rubbing his forearm unconsciously.
"Good always conquers evil." Eowyn said trying to assure him.
"Even when there are shades of gray?" Severus said, implying that his role as a spy was not as clear as black and white.
"Yes, even when there are shades of gray, surprisingly they all become clearly defined, one overruling thought will prevail." Eowyn said getting up and stretching.
"I suppose I should go save Harry from Sylvia's 50 games of Snap. He will hate the game once Sylvia is done with him." Eowyn said laughing.
"Yes, I have one more thing for him, but it is for him alone. I will be down in my study if you need me." Severus said wrapping his hand around his coffee mug.
"All right, I think Sylvia and I will clean up this mess." Eowyn said patting Severus on the back.
Severus walked over the pair of children. As Harry laid down a pair, Severus called out.
"Snape!" Looking at Sylvia.
"Silly daddy, it is Snap, not Snape!"
"Oh, that's right, well perhaps the should rename the game, you obviously are the master of the game. Why don't you give Mr. Potter a break, and help mummy clean up, okay?" Severus said magically cleaning up the game.
"All right daddy. Happy Christmas. I love you daddy." The little girl said getting to her feet and wrapping her body around Severus' legs.
"I love you too." He said as he patted his daughter on the back.
"Mr. Potter, come with me." He said in his usual deep voice.
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TBC