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Chapter Fifteen:

The Great Hall was speechless.

"WAIT!" shrieked Rosie suddenly, diving into her bag. "I just know I've got it here somewhere… Aha!"

Rosie pulled out a large black camera.

"Say cheese!"

There was a flash, and Rosie held up a fresh photograph. She burst out laughing.

"Give that here!" cried Lockhart, looking close to tears. "This isn't funny!"

But the sight of Lockhart trying in vain to run was hilarious. His legs were no longer long enough to take a decent step forward, and so the ending result was Lockhart flat on his face, struggling with his tiny arms to push himself to his feet.

Nothing could make this scene any more hysterical. Unless of course…

Prefect.

Lily came slinking into the hall, looking around until her gaze settled on Lockhart's struggling form. A low growl emitted from her throat.

"W-What was that? Help me!"

By now the Great Hall rang with laughter. The twins were banging their fists on the table, tears forming in their eyes.

"Who ever did this was a genius!" roared Fred.

McGonagall blinked. "Excuse me? I was under the impression that you two were the culprits…"

They shook their heads. "Nope. But Harry and Rosie are looking pretty guilty."

All heads swiveled round to the pair. They were carefully avoiding everyone's eyes.

"Mr. Potter," said McGonagall, frowning. "And Miss Dion, was it you who inflicted this… prank on Gilderoy?"

Harry racked his brains for an excuse. Any excuse.

"Well…"

"Yes," cut in Rosie. "Yes, it was us."

Harry kicked her underneath the table. They were in for it.

McGonagall nodded. "Good job."

"HEY!" roared George, now on his feet. "When ever we do a prank we always get in trouble! That's not fair!"

"That, Mr. Weasley," said McGonagall, her eyes narrowed. "Is because whenever you do a prank, you always do it to someone respectful! Now, if you did a prank to Gilderoy three years ago, I would have praised you as well, because I can't stand Gilderoy Lockhart!"

She banged her fist on the table as if to emphasize her point.

"Now," she quietly, breathing deeply and smoothing down her robes. "Let's all just eat in peace-"

"HE'S GOING TO EAT ME!"

"It's a she," Harry commented absently. "And her names Lily."

Harry looked down to where Lockhart and Lily were, and found Lily with her jaws clamped over Lockhart's wrist, a small amount of blood trickling down.

"LOOK! HE'S ALREADY EATING MY HAND!"

"I told you," said Harry, now sounding a little angry. "It's a she. And Lily, spit that out, you don't know where it's been…"

Lily, now looking quite disgusted, spat out Lockhart's wrist. Lockhart, whimpering clutched his hand to his chest.

Lily looked as though she was about to throw up. Her tongue was hanging out, as thought scared she might get a disease from Lockhart's taste, and she seemed to be gagging.

"That was so cool," whispered Fred in awe. "You just told her to spit him out, and she did! Harry," Fred's voice lowered into a haunting whisper. "You can talk to animals!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "No I can't. I was just saving Lily from a very disgusting meal."

"Can somebody please help me up onto the chair?"

Dumbledore sighed, picked up Lockhart and set him down onto the chair next to him.

"Better?" asked Dumbledore dully.

Lockhart nodded. "Much."

And so, the Hall returned to normal. Kind of.

Hermione was studying Severus intently.

"You know," said Hermione slowly, keeping her voice quite low. "I think Snape looks quite good with sort hair. Wonder why he got it cut? Looks a lot less greasy…"

Sev's eyes widened. Obviously Hermione hadn't been quiet enough.

"He's kind of cute with his hair like that…"

Sev's expression looked something akin to horror. He raised his eyes to meet Harry's, and Harry was trying with all his might not to burst out laughing. Sev scowled at him.

"Hermione!" hissed Ron, sounding terrified. "That's disgusting! Snape is like, old enough to be Harry's dad!"

Severus and harry simultaneously choked on their food, eyes wide.

"Yeah, I know," said Ron, looking at Harry in amusement. "Snape being anyone'sdad is a scary prospect."

Harry resisted the urge to glare at Ron. Severus, however, was looking rather amused.

Harry, looking around, noticed that no one had heard the conversation apart from Severus.

Ginny made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Just shut up! Your voice is giving me a bloody headache!"

Ginny looked extremely grumpy and was stabbing at the obscene amounts of food on her plate.

The Great Hall quieted somewhat, listening in to their conversation.

George sighed, and he and Harry exchanged a grim look.

And then George took a step onto dangerous ground.

Very dangerous ground.

George feigned a sympathetic look in Ginny's direction. He took a deep breath.

"Is it… ahem… that time of the month?"

Ginny hissed and stood up slowly, Rosie and Hermione following closely behind.

"George," muttered Harry in his ear. "You better run."

George stood up in a flash, grabbed Harry's wrist and the two of them bolted from the room, the three girls following behind.

Severus shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Those two are dead."

Harry, meanwhile, was sprinting down the hallway in a completely in-human pace.

"Harry!" gasped George from behind, struggling to keep up. "Slow down! You're too fast."

Harry stopped and grinned sheepishly. George glared at him. "Some of us can't run one hundred miles an hour, Mr. Speedy," he growled.

Harry grabbed his wrist and teleported into an empty passage…

… Only to be confronted by a very pissed off Rosie.

"End of the line, boys," she said silkily, her eyes flashing.

George gulped and bolted in the other direction, calling back, "Good luck, Harry! Better you than me!"

Harry gave her a sheepish look and gulped.

Aw, crap.

Twenty minutes later, a very wet looking Harry appeared in the Great Hall. Harry glared at George, who was sitting and laughing with Ron.

"What happened to you?"

Harry threw up his hands.

"They pushed me off the bloody astronomy tower! The Astronomy tower! Right into the lake!"

Tonks' eyes widened. "The astronomy tower?"

Harry nodded furiously, and McGonagall sighed.

"Well," she said slowly. "Best get you dry…"

"And that's the best part!" Harry said sarcastically. "Hermione put a charm on me to make sure I don't get dry for the rest of the day!"

Tonks looked mildly impressed. "You go girl," she murmured under her breath.

Harry fixed George with a death glare. "Thanks for the support," he growled.

George grinned at him. "No, problem, Harry. That's what friends are for, right?"

Harry slouched down on a chair beside Tonks.

Tonks shrieked and leapt away from Harry.

"Get away! You're all wet!"

Severus looked up at Harry.

"You owe me some Shrinking Solution," he said bluntly.

"Huh?"

"Don't 'huh' me. You stole it from my stores to use on Lockhart."

"Oh!" Harry grinned at him. "Sorry 'bout that. It went to good use, though, didn't it?"

Severus laughed, and then stopped suddenly, horrified, as if realizing what he just did.

Ron eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"You just-" started Ron.

"No I didn't," snapped Severus.

"Yes you did! You just laughed!"

Sev's eyes narrowed. "No. I. Didn't."

Ron backed away slightly from the glare. "Right," he mumbled. "Course you didn't."

"Why have you been so nice to Harry?" asked Lupin suddenly, sounding almost accusing.

"Yeah," piped in Ron daringly. "Why?"

Sev's eyes narrowed again, and he glared at Ron. "That's none of your business," he snapped.

"Well, I'm sorry!" yelled Ron, his famous Weasley temper flaring. "I was just wondering why a Death Eater was suddenly acting all chummy with my best friend!"

There was a stunned silence in the room.

"Ron!" hissed Harry.

Severus stood suddenly, and left quickly, his robes billowing behind him.

Harry sprang up and ran after him.

Harry emerged from the Great Hall, looking desperately around.

Where would he have gone?

Harry didn't know where he was going, all he knew was that his feet was carrying him in some random direction.

"Sev!" he called desperately. "Sev!"

Harry sprinted up a spiral staircase, winding up and up, until he came to a doorway. He opened it cautiously.

Harry emerged at the top of a tower, much like the astronomy tower but much higher. And, as he expected, Sev was sitting right on the edge, looking over the lake. The rain had cleared, and was replaced by a beautiful sunset.

"Dad?" Harry whispered.

"What are you doing here?" snapped Severus. Harry flinched slightly at his biting tone.

"I was worried about you. Do you want me to leave?"

Severus sighed. "No," he murmured.

Harry sat down next to his father.

"He didn't mean it, you know."

Severus didn't answer.

Harry changed tactics.

"Never would have thought Hermione would end up fancying you of all people."

Severus let out a small chuckle at that. "I find it rather disturbing."

Harry smiled. "Who is the defense teacher this year? Dumbledore keeps avoiding all our question."

"Professor Dumbledore," chastised Severus softly. "And you won't have heard of the defense teacher. Professor Sinistra is unable to teach astrology this year, however, so Lupin has taken up that job."

A grin broke out on Harry's face. "Lupin's teaching astrology?"

"Yes. The Headmaster also thinks that the students aren't getting enough exercise. Not all of the students play Quidditch," he added at Harry's disbelieving glance. "He has set up another class. The class is compulsory. He has set up a class which muggles call… PE."

Harry laughed at that. "PE stands for physical education. So who is teaching that? Anyone I know?"

"I don't think so," he said slowly, shaking his head. "Dumbledore is planning to teach you muggle sports… I think… leg ball?"

"I think you mean football," said Harry in amusement.

Severus rolled his eyes. "Whatever. And Apetics-"

"Athletics."

"Right. So, football, athletics, swimming, and martial arts," Severus shrugged. "I honestly don't care. I just like seeing the students suffer."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at that.

"You won't have any trouble, will you? I mean, isn't your physical strength enhanced now that you're… well… not quite human?"

Harry nodded.

Severus frowned suddenly, looking at his sleeve.

"Ugh! You're making my clothes all wet!" Severus said in disgust, trying to ring out his sleeve.

Harry laughed. "What's wrong with being wet?"

Severus pulled a face. "It's disgusting, that's what."

Harry, grinning madly, lunged at Severus.

"Get away! You're all wet!"

Harry laughed and pulled Sev into a hug, soaking Severus in the process.

Sev let out a low laugh. "You are really annoying."

"I know," Harry said contentedly.

"And I couldn't ask for a better son."

Harry froze in Severus' arms.

"You mean it?"

"I mean it."

Harry smiled, tightening his grip around Severus.

"You know how parents have those little pet names for their kids?"

"Uh huh?" came Harry's muffled voice.

"Well you're my little angel," said Severus softly, amusement lining his voice.

Harry scowled, looking up at Sev.

"You wouldn't dare call me that."

"Wouldn't I? You torment me with 'Sevvie', I torment you with 'little angle'," Severus smirked. "Simple as that, my little angel."

Harry stepped back and glared at him.

"I'm far from an angel, mate," he said darkly, poking Severus. "So, therefor I am not your little angel."

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Are not."

"This has to be the funniest father-son relationship I've seen in years."

The pair wheeled round, only to come face to face with a smirking McGonagall.

Harry sent his father a look, and Severus rolled his eyes.

"She figured it out the day we got to Hogwarts," he informed Harry.

"So," said McGonagall, fighting to keep the smile from gracing her lips. "What were you to arguing about?"

"He started it!" They both yelled in unison, each pointing an accusing finger at the other.

McGonagall burst out laughing. "Severus! I never knew you were so childish. Blaming it on your own son, honestly."

Harry sent a superior look Severus' way. Sev scowled.

"I am not childish."

"Yes you are," cut in Harry.

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Are not."

McGonagall groaned. "Shut up!" She sighed. "I'm going to go back inside, and leave you two kids arguing."

With that, she left, shutting the door with a slam.

Harry grinned. "Think we annoyed her?"

Severus countered with his own grin. "Yep."

Severus frowned suddenly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Harry's face.

"You've changed."

He studied Harry's face intently. "Some of the charm wore off," he said slowly. "You look more like me."

Harry grinned at that.

"So, Harry," said Severus suddenly, a smirk on his face. "Have you finished your potions assignment yet?"

Harry sighed dramatically. "It's so annoying! I finished it all, and I worked really hard on it, but now I can't find it! I've looked everywhere-"

"You haven't done it, have you?"

"Nope."

Harry sighed. "I would have thought it would be easier, as well. I mean, me, Ron and Hermione made Polyjuice in second year-"

"Really?"

Severus leaned against the wall, fixing him with a hard stare. "Is that where all my ingredients went?"

"Erm…" Harry blushed, realizing his mistake. "No…"

"Tell me more."

Harry gave him his puppy-dog eyes. "I'm your little angel, remember?"

"Harry," growled Severus. "That won't work on me."

"Really?"

Harry closed his eyes and rested his head against Severus' chest.

"Harry!" whined Sev. "Stop it!"

Harry looked up, those large glittering eyes piercing him. "But it doesn't work on you, remember?"

Severus ran his fingers through Harry's hair, silently cursing the boy.

"No, doesn't work," said Severus, more to himself than Harry.

But Harry's job was done. Severus had completely forgotten about the conversation before.

But Harry didn't have to move from his spot right now… not yet, anyway.

"You are a manipulative little brat, Harry."

"I know," smiled Harry into the crook of his neck.

AN: I am ashamed. Fluffy moment, I know. I was in a sappy mood ! Please review!