Deaged Harry Fic, Chapter 4

By: Firestar038


I'm sorry about the long wait, but it's my pleasure to announce that Chapter 4 of this Deaged Harry fic is FINALLY done:D I know that took a while, and this entry is rather short, but I have a huge project I'm working on right now. I hope it's up to everyone's standards, and please don't hesitate to tell me if something doesn't make sense.

I hope you enjoy:

"Harry Potter! Just what do you think you're doing?" Severus snarled crossly as the green eyed devil toddled towards him, an innocent look on his face. Behind the child on the table was a mess of food. Peas had been smeared on the walls, and blotches of mashed potatos were scattered across the table and floor. Snape had left the boy to his own devices for two minutes... and look what had happened.

The day had started off badly. Now at age two, Harry had woken Severus up with his crying. The Potions Master had woken up to find the child curled up in the corner of his bed, shoulders shaking slightly. Feeling sorry for the boy, Severus had picked him up and given him breakfast. Thankfully, Harry had eaten quietly without making any trouble.

By the time noon ticked around, however, the boy was back to his mischievous self. After wandering around the room babbling, Severus had once again brought him to the table and ordered some lunch from the house-elves. Seeing that this was going to take a while, the Potions Master had decided to go ahead and run Harry's bath water first while he waited. The sight that greeted him when he reappeared was not pretty.

"God blast it," he muttered under his breath, walking swiftly up to the boy and picking him up. The house-elves must have finished preparing the meal, and upon popping into the room, and given baby Harry the food.

"Sev'rus!" The small boy cried in delight, and raising his food-covered hands, promptly drew the Potions Master into a hug. Severus gave a snarl as he glared at the child in his arms. He realized, to late, that this was a mistake when Harry drew back, whimpering.

"Insufferable brat." Severus sighed in defeat. Ever since he had insisted that his name was "Severus" last night, the boy hadn't stop calling him that. He reached forward to pull the dirty shirt off of Harry's body. The small boy flinched from the contact, trying to back away. Frowning, Severus ignored the reaction and pulled of the shirt. He then reached forward and grabbing the child, walked into the washroom and placed him into the bathtub.

Severus sighed. It looked like it was going to be a long day.

Severus looked up from the stack of test papers in front of him as a soft snore was heard from behind him. A small smile graced his lips as he saw the child curled up, fast asleep next to the toys he had been playing with earlier. It had been hard for him to admit to himself that baby Harry was … well, a pleasure was stretching it a bit. However, he was a rather quiet child, unlike most children his age.

Standing up, he stretched before walking over to the sleeping boy and picking him up. He then placed Harry on his tot before pulling the covers tightly around him.

"Good night, Harry."

He turned and was walking back to his worktable when a sleepy response surprised him.

"'Night, Sev'us."

With a smile on his face, he went back to his marking.

The Gryffindors were pleasantly surprised the next day when they got their tests back. The comments seemed much less scathing than before. They wondered who had influenced the almighty Potions Master.