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AN: Just a bit of fun that kind of wrote itself.

Chapter 49 Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Louis Armstrong "Dream A Little Dream Of Me"

"And just where do you think you're going Severus Snape?" came an angry shrill from behind him. Snape turned around and blanched, there was Alexis, stomach jutting out, hair in curlers, her robes stained and dirty, a crying snotty nosed baby on one hip, three screaming toddlers clinging to her knees, and another one the floor in front of her kicking and screaming, "Sirius if you don't stop all that noise I'm going to give you something to scream about," she threatened the boy throwing a tantrum on the floor. "Harry, Remus, James, stop crying, daddy isn't leaving without you," she consoled the three hugging her knees.

Looking back at Snape, "You promised you would give the boys flying lessons today. Don't think for a minute you are going to weasel out of it again. Nat, Al get your butts in here, daddy is ready to go," she screamed.

There was a loud thumping noise followed by a bang and a billow of black, smelly smoke came down the hall, "If you two have blown up your room again, I'm going to take the cost to fix everything out of your allowances, now get in here," Alexis' voice had rose several octaves causing the kids to put their hands over their ears.

The sound of running feet preceded two young boys about seven years old tumbling into the room. Snape stared at their red hair and freckles in horror; he was looking down at miniature Fred and George Weasleys.

"Okay Pops," the one on the right grinned up at him.

"We're ready to go," the one on the left finished as they each grabbed one of his hands and started pulling him to the door.

"Don't forget your brothers," Alexis hollered, nudging the three clinging to her.

The three toddlers scrambled up and ran over to attach themselves to Snape's knees never stopping the screaming and crying.

"Severus, I don't expect you back for at least two hours," Alexis demanded before handing him the baby. She waddled away muttering to herself, "all I do all day is change diapers and wipe noses. If he thinks he is getting any tonight, he's sadly mistaken."

The baby took one look at his father's face, spit up on him and then began screaming at the top of his lungs.

Snape heard Alexis yell from the back, "You need to change juniors diaper before you leave."

Suddenly there was an awful stench and the baby stopped crying and suddenly felt a few pounds heavier. Snape felt a tug on his pants leg. Looking down, one of the little boys had a finger up his nose, "Daddy I have to go potty." Snape felt a warm wetness on both legs as he heard the other two chorus, "me too daddy." The room started to go black as the children began to scream, "Me too! Me too! Me too!"

Snape sat straight up in bed breathing heavily. Alexis rolled over, "What is it Severus?" she yawned sleepily.

Snape's eyes darted around the room, when he realized it had just been a dream, his breathing slowed and he settled back down, "Nothing, go back to sleep," he muttered.

Alexis clumsily rolled over to face him and snuggled up against him as best she could, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Exactly how many children do you want Alexis?" Snape asked her.

"I really don't know," Alexis confessed as she rubbed her stomach, "I would like a little girl with your hair and eyes. I thought we would wait and see if we like the two we are stuck with and then go from there," she teased gently.

"You would curse a child with having my hair," Snape asked.

"I don't know how many times I am going to have to tell you but I happen to like your hair. I think a little girl with long, black hair and dark eyes would look adorable," Alexis rested her head on his shoulder while he rubbed her back.

Her stomach was pressed up against his side and he felt a kick, "If we were Muggles, I would say we were going to have a couple of football players," Alexis complained as she felt two more kicks.

"I noticed you have curlers in the bathroom, but I don't believe I've ever seen you use them?" Snape asked trying to be casual: the memory of his slovenly dream Alexis still sharp.

Alexis stilled. The curlers were actually transformed chocolate bars, but she couldn't tell Snape that, "I don't use them. I've found that hair charms are much easier." It wasn't a lie; it just wasn't exactly the whole truth.

Snape was relieved and hugging Alexis was able to fall asleep.

"Darling, would you like your usual drink tonight?" Alexis purred.

Snape smirked at the beautiful witch who was dressed in a sundress that showed off her still youthful figure, "That would be nice."

"Father you are home," two identical dark haired handsome men entered the room, "we have finished our potions project and would like you to take a look at it before we present it to the Ministry for patenting approval."

Snape nodded as he sipped the wine Alexis had just handed him. Alexis settled into his lap as his brilliant sons smirked, "Still frisky after all these years."

"You can only hope to be as virile as your father is when you are half his age," Alexis informed them.

Just then an excited cry of "Daddy," was heard followed by three whirlwinds descending upon him.

The flurry of motion resolved itself into three stunning young witches. They were stair steps starting at about eighteen and going down to fifteen. They all had long black curly hair, dark eyes, and their mother's features and figure. They took turns kissing him on the check before settling down at his feet to gaze up at him adoringly.

As the girls were chattering away each trying to tell him about their day a knock was heard. The oldest jumped up, "That will be my boyfriend," and she ran to open door.

Snape shifted in his seat; surely his girls weren't old enough to have boyfriends. But they were geniuses who respected their father's opinion so he must have approved of whomever they were dating.

His oldest daughter came back into the room holding the hand of a tall, dark haired good looking older wizard. In fact the wizard looked old enough to be her father and Snape knew he recognized him from somewhere but couldn't place him. "Daddy, Mum, Sirius has just asked me to marry him and I've accepted," she squealed.

Snape froze, it was Sirius Black and he wanted to marry Snape's little girl. No! It couldn't be happening.

Another knock was heard and his middle girl left the group surrounding Sirius and her sister congratulating them excitedly and admiring her ring.

He heard a squeal of delight coming from the front door before his middle daughter brought another wizard into the room. Snape recognized him instantly. It was Remus Lupin. She was dancing and waving her left hand in the air, "Remus just proposed! Remus just proposed!" Everyone but Snape started hugging her and congratulating the couple.

When Snape heard the third knock on the door he tried to grab his baby girl. Nothing good could come from her answering the door, but she managed to slip from his grasp. She was laughing and talking to a green eyed man, with dark messy hair and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, "Please don't tell me you and Harry Potter are…." Snape trailed off.

To his relief his youngest laughed, "No daddy, Harry and I agree that I am too young to get married or even engaged," Snape sighed in relief, "so we are just going to live together."

Snape felt his stomach lurch. He had faced down Lord Voldemort and spied on him. He had endured torture at the hands of fellow Death Eaters as an initiation without making a sound. He had taught Neville Longbottom for five years without hexing him once no matter how many times Longbottom had melted his cauldron. But the thought of his baby living with Precious Perfect Potter was more than he could stand and he felt the darkness overtaking him.

Snape woke up in a cold sweat. It had been so vivid he was looking around the room trying to reassure himself that it was just a dream. Slipping out of the bed he poured himself a glass of water from the ewer beside the bed and drank it down. Alexis muttered a sleepy protest but shifted to accommodate him as he spooned against her and tried to go back to sleep.

Snape was sitting in a large leather armchair in front of a roaring fire reading a potions paper. He looked up at a touch on his knee and a little boy and little girl were standing in front of him. Both of them had black silky hair and dark eyes but he could see a hint of Alexis in their chin and nose. The little boy tugged on his leg again, "Grandfather, tell the story about how you used to teach Uncle Harry potions."

The little girl giggled, "Yes, I like the part where he couldn't get any of his potions to ever come out right."

"Severus, Richelle, what did I tell you about bothering your grandfather when he is trying to read," a tall slender witch was leaning in the doorway smiling at him. Snape couldn't believe it; she looked exactly like his mother. She continued, "I'm sorry if they bothered you daddy. They were told to wait until you came out of your study before asking for any stories," she gave a stern look to the two children who were trying not to giggle.

"Ahhh, mum, grandfather doesn't mind. Do you?" and the little girl climbed into his lap and patted his check before kissing him and settling back against his chest. The little boy was starting to pout at being left out and Snape surprised himself by reaching out a hand and helping him climb into his lap. Looking back at the young woman who was his daughter, "They are not bothering me, if they were I would send them on their way," the last was said with a fierce scowl at the two tykes snuggled up against him. "Now, you wanted to hear the story about how I taught Harry Potter potions?"

At their excited nods, he began his story, "Once upon a time there was the boy who lived. Everyone in the wizarding world thought he was a special boy, but the Potions Professor at Hogwarts School of Wichcraft and Wizarding," at this point the little boy interrupted.

"Where Richelle and I will be going when we turn eleven."

"Don't interrupt Sevvie or grandfather won't tell the story," his sister scolded, "go on please grandfather."

"The potions professor knew that he was just like any other eleven year old boy: especially since he couldn't even get the simplest potion right."

At this there were giggles from his tiny audience. Snape continued with his story until he felt them fell asleep.

Snape snuggled up against his wife and no one would have believed it, but a very small smile played across his lips as he settled into a deeper sleep.