I don't own any of the original characters. I do, however, own the typos, Henry, Inscribson, and any other children coming from the weird pairs I've cooked up.

And, I was told if I didn't keep writing this, my life would be forfeit.

Oh, and I update all of the time, only mostly not new chapters, but changes in the story. So every time I let out a new chapter, it may be a good idea to re-read the story.

Yours in Magical Fellowship,

Inscribson


-Sev's thoughts-

/Henry's thoughts/

(Inscribson's thoughts)

-0.o- Severus' P.o.V. (Point of View) -o.0-

"Very good Ms. Granger, Mr. Longbottom. Ten points to Slytherin for your work."

- That must have been the most improbable combination of words since that damn Potter boy first spoke. -

Severus Snape glanced down at Inscribson Granger and Henry Longbottom's cauldron; glare replaced by a small warming of the eyes at the pair's work. That slight softening was soon replaced with a bitter look.

- I wonder if anyone remembers it's my birthday... -

The Potions Master walked back to the front of the class, stalking forcefully.

-It's not such a big deal anymore, though. Albus has never forgotten, anyways.-

"As I have seen only very minor errors today in class, there will be a foot long essay on the potion-brewer of your choice, instead of a three-and-a-half foot report on the properties of dragon's blood in potion making." As the professor sat down, he heard the sweet sound of potions bubbling.

The first-years were all quieter than a goblin being praised for usury.

Until a small voice started from the Slytherin half of the room.

"Happy birthday to you..."

- What the-? -

"Happy birthday to you..."

Quickly catching on, the rest of the Slytherins began to sing along.

"Happy birthday dear Professor..."

-Did I just hear a 'Daddy'? -

"Happy birthday to you..."

- Even the worthless Gryffindors sang! -

This was getting a little strange for Severus. Clearing his throat, he merely said, "Who started that?" The classroom was deathly silent as Inscribson Granger raised her hand. He nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Granger. Another ten points to Slytherin and one point for everyone in the class for following her lead."

- You're getting soft, you old git! -


-0.o- Henry's P.o.V. -o.0-

Henry Longbottom finished cutting the lacewings for the day's potion—something to do with shrinking, he thought. It didn't matter, though, because he got to work with a girl who loved potions as much as he loved them, and was skilled at it, too.

/Perhaps we can talk later in the common room./

Henry was in the same house as the girl, Slytherin. They had met at breakfast, trying to read their schedules while gobbling down toast and pumpkin juice. That was when he had proposed to be Potions partners.

/But what's her name? Dad, I'll never forgive you for passing your memory to me.../

But his thoughts were interrupted by a small sound to his left. The girl was singing-

"Happy Birthday to you..."

/It's Snape's birthday? Spleen and lacewing!/

Quickly, not to let a classmate down, he joined in...

"Happy Birthday to you..."

/Maybe we'll get house points for this.../

Then the class got the hint...

"Happy Birthday dear Professor..."

/What did she say? It's too noisy in here now, but I know it wasn't' 'Professor'.../

"Happy Birthday to you."

Henry looked studiously down at his cutting board, listening to the low tones of their Head of House's voice. All hopes for House points left his mind.

/She's in for it now. I can't watch./

"Who started that?"

The girl beside Henry raised her hand.

"Thank you, Ms. Granger. Another ten points to Slytherin and one point for everyone in the class for following her lead."

/Spleen and lacewing, she's not in trouble!/


-0.o- Inscribson's P.o.V. -o.0-

Inscribson Granger, with a smug look that only fit a Slytherin, was staring at the floating animals in jars all around Professor Snape's classroom. She couldn't help but give a small, happy sigh.

Someday I'll be a Potions Master. Or a Potions Mistress. Whatever you say...)

She looked over at Henry Longbottom, whom she had just met that morning at their House's table during breakfast. As she knew no one else, and this was the first class of the first day of school, they had agreed to be Potions partners. And she was glad they had, since the other first-year was just as reverent about the boiling contents of their cauldron as she was. Not to mention he was extremely competent when dealing with the ingredients.

(And his dad was hopeless with potions?)

Maybe it wasn't a family thing, though Inscribson's mom, Hermione, had also been very good. From her earliest memory, Hermione and all of Inscribson's aunts and uncles had been teaching Inscribson everything they could about the magical world. And Inscribson was grateful, now that she was at Hogwarts. She looked back up at the current Potions Master. From where Henry's cauldron stood, she could see a side view of Snape.

With a silent gasp, her eyes widened.

(No way! It can't be him...can it? But his eyes...and the hair...like me...like Mom's pictures!)

It was her father. Severus Snape, most feared, greasy, hated professor at Hogwarts, was her father.

With a start, she realized it was his birthday. Hermione had always told Inscribson how her dad was always mad on the 2nd of September because he had to be at the school and no one ever said a kind word to him on his birthday. But Inscribson had thought Mom was talking about when they were students. She didn't know her dad was a teacher in the generation before her mother! Her first thought—

(Ewww...)

Her second –

(He probably hasn't had anyone sing him 'Happy Birthday' for a long time...)

And so...

Inscribson started softly, afraid of what the other students would do...

"Happy birthday to you..."

Her dad's eyes went wide as a size seven cauldron...

"Happy birthday to you..."

Now Henry and the rest of the Slytherins were joining in...

"Happy birthday dear Daddy..."

The last word she whispered...

"Happy birthday to you."

(I love you, Dad, even if you're a crabby git.)

The mean old Potions Professor looked moved, and then said...

"Who started that?"

Timidly, Inscribson raised her hand, waiting for her ten points to be taken from Slytherin. Instead, he nodded to her.

"Thank you, Ms. Granger. Another ten points to Slytherin and one point for everyone in the class for following her lead."

(I wonder if he even knows who I am.)


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