Gold and Silver, Fire and Ice

by Ankha

Harry's in trouble and who comes to save him, Snape! Yes the dear old Potions Master. But soon they're both embroiled in a sea of uncertainty. What is the Star of Hope and how can it defeat Voldemort? Can the new family survive?

34. Life Takes New Turns

**Peeks around and decides it's safe and sits down** So, I survived after the last chapter, that was unexpected. Here's the next one!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own, not saying more.

Chapter 34- Life Takes New Turns

He had done it, he had killed his son. His dearest child now lay lifeless in his murderous embrace. How on earth had he done it? How could he have taken the breath away from his precious treasure? Had he no soul? What kind of creature was he and what had he ever done to deserve this child that he had so willfully murdered? Not enough and he would never be able to make up for taking this shining light from the world.

He turned slightly when an arm wrapped around his shoulders and a head rested on his. The white and auburn beard was unmistakable: Albus. Tears from the cerulean blue eyes of his saintly father wet his dark head and he could not take it, it was all too much. Conjuring a dagger in his hand he prepared to thrust it in his heart when two shouts of "NO!!!" made him hesitate and the instrument of sweet death that he wished for was knocked from his hand.

"NO, Severus, I can't lose you both, I just can't," Albus choked, having been the one that had knocked the dagger away. Seri nodded from the other side, unable to voice her words though they mirrored the Headmaster's own. They shuddered as the vacant black eyes stared at them, non-comprehending and wishing only for release from the earthly form he now held.

"Don't you see?" He replied hoarsely. "It is my fault he is dead. I cast the curse. I should die as well." It was perfectly simple to him, why couldn't they understand? Seri only shook her head, as did the Headmaster, and held him in a tighter grip as though they could physically hold his decaying spirit in his body.

From above the sound of laughing women filled the hall, causing even Severus to look up in confusion. A foot from the four on the floor, the three Furies appeared in their warrior garb, as fierce as they all remembered. Severus looked on to them in relief. They had surely come for him; he had committed the most heinous of crimes. His suffering was at an end.

But a sudden thought made him cringe and clutch the lifeless body of his child tightly. What if they had come for Harry? Neither Severus nor the others knew what the boy had done while under the evil influence of the Dark Lord. He had probably slain many a life and they took murders very seriously. No, he could not let them have his baby, not now, not ever. Even if they were spirits he would fight them to the last to protect his fire child.

"Be calm, Severus, we do not come for Harry's soul. That does not belong to us," Alecto's voice, even in this form, was soothing to his frayed nerves and his grip relaxed a fraction. Tisiphone took that opportunity to step forward and sweep her scythe through the body. Severus shuddered as he felt it graze him, trying to latch onto his soul but failing, and instead came out of Harry's body with something interesting. A great black snake with bat wings was impaled on the point of the weapon, writhing in agony or in an attempt to escape, it wasn't immediately obvious. The body lifted as the snake tried to hang on but dropped when it finally gave way. Severus pulled the body closer and glared at the three spirits but they paid no attention to him. Instead they were concentrating on the captured beast, staring at it fiercely with narrowed eyes. It jerked under their gaze, contorting until it gave a faint pop and was again human. It was suddenly clear to everyone in the hall who this was; it was the soul of Aries; they had ripped him from the body he had stolen. The late heir to the dark lord sneered at the Erinyes and swung, trying to cause enough distraction to allow for his escape to he only knew where. He did not take into account the fact that the spirits were many years older than he and had done this hundreds of thousands of times before. Alecto blocked the blow while Megaera whipped up a sturdy set of chains, fastening them with unnatural speed to his wrists and ankles. Aries let out an unearthly howl of pain as the metal fused into his skin. Tisiphone hit him in head. "Shut up, you. You've caused quite enough trouble as it is."

Alecto nodded in agreement. "The highest crime of all is possessment of an innocent and not just any innocent, Harry Potter-Snape-Dumbledore." Her green eyes narrowed dangerously. "He happens to be a favorite child of ours. A grievous mistake upon your part now you will spend the rest of eternity paying for it." She glanced at the other two. "Shall we, my sisters?" They nodded and Megaera dragged the screaming soul to a place behind her. For the first time the other inhabitants of the hall could see a chain attached to the woman's waist. She hooked the former heir to it, directly behind her. Strange, Severus thought, wasn't that Salazar and Jasmine behind him...?

"Yes it is, Severus," Tisiphone remarked casually, attracting his attention, "Aries killed them just last night." She pointed to the two after that. "Then there is Peter Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy so give those people not another thought. I assure you," She smiled, a dark twinkle in her eyes, "they are in good hands."

Alecto stepped forward, her clothes changing to the white dress of the Eumenides. She brushed the foreheads of Albus, Severus and Seri who watched her with without understanding. A smile was all she could offer. "Believe in who you are, children. There is nothing that you can't do." She glanced down at the still form in the Potions Master's arms. "Even escape death." Stepping back she returned to the fierce warrior and left, howling, with her sisters, the condemned trailing in their wake.

Now that the distraction was gone, Severus returned his heart-torn gaze back to the bloodless body of his child and watched in horror as it disintegrated before his very eyes. Desperately he tried to catch the bits but to no avail as the body was consumed from the inside by a great ball of fire, reducing it to a pile of ash before him.

"Harry," he cried hoarsely, trying to reach for it but was pulled back by his father and wife.

"No, Severus, look," the woman whispered. And he did. Around the pile of ash fire created a circle, cutting it off from the rest of the world. It moved in what could have only been a dance before diving directly into the center of the pile. The center glowed for a few seconds as all waited with bated breath before it died. Severus almost let out a howl of disappointment and anguish but was stalled by the pile moving. Tentatively he reached out one hand, none of the others bothering to stop him, to push away the top most ash. He breathed in sharply; he had touched something solid. No, it had not just been solid but smooth and warm. Could it be? Breaking away from the two's grip he scattered the ash, digging for what he knew (and distinctly hoped) would be there.

He was right.

There in the middle of the pile was the incredibly small form of a human child but not just any human child, he realised when he brushed the bangs away, revealing the lightening-shaped scar, it was his child.

HARRY!!!

With trembling hands he scooped the baby into his arms, cushioning its head on his elbow. Hesitantly he stroked the soft alabaster skin, reveling in the remarkable smoothness. The child, who had not uttered a sound up to this point, grabbed his finger with one of his hands and looked up at him with guileless emerald eyes.

"Papa." It was soft but quite clear and well-spoken for someone the age the child appeared. That simple word undid him. He wept openly, clutching the baby tightly (but not too tightly) to his chest, thanking every deity he knew that his child had been returned to him. What happened around him after that was a blur for all he was focused on was that his child was alive and with him.

Albus and Seri were nearly drowning in shock at the word the child uttered and any further doubt of his identity was driven from their minds. It was Harry, but how? Questions would have to be put off till later, they realised as the Potions Master broke down, their duty lie in taking care of this first. Together they hauled the man to his feet and pulled him up to the Tower. The rest of the family hovered nearby in case they needed to offer assistance, but mainly watching with worry mixed with relief. Realising they could not pry the child from his father's arms short of killing one of them again (the farthest thought from their minds) they ensconced the two together in the Headmaster's bed. Albus directed the other three to release the students before collapsing into the nearest chair beside the bed. His blue eyes no longer twinkled, instead the weariness of his soul showed in the expressive orbs. Seleyna seemed to appear from thin air beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, using the other to take one of his. She gave it an encouraging squeeze and he glanced at her, seeing her smile.

"You all made it, did you not? The plan worked," she commented.

Albus sighed explosively. "Yes, but killing Harry was not a part of the plan or at least not the one I was told about! How could Severus do that?"

"He did what he thought was necessary, Albus," she pointed out logically.

"But why didn't he tell me?"

She frowned, turning stern. "Can you honestly say you would have let him go through with it had he told you?"

He broke the stare with her first, flushing red. "No, but what do you expect, he is my grandson!"

"And Severus's son, sheinsha (Just a word I made up. Means beloved), can you imagine what it was like for him? Can you imagine killing Severus if you had to?"

He shook his head. "I couldn't, he is my son."

"And I'm sure Severus told himself the same thing dozens of times over when he realised what he had to do," She said matter-of-factly, as she had witnessed her child pacing the floor for hours on end, muttering to himself. "Place yourself in his shoes for a moment and see what it cost him to do what he did. Do not blame him."

Albus closed his eyes, opening his mind to the connection. Severus's barriers were down and his memories easily accessible. He did not even have to whisper the spell for Leglimency but allow himself to flow into his son's mind. Touching briefly on the surface, tasting the shock, confusion, and almost giddy happiness, he moved on, delving deeper, recalling the memories for him to watch. Severus pacing the floor; the two conversations with Merlin and the accusation that he was not fit to be Harry's father; his visitation with the fire mage and so on. Each one further drove home that his soul-bonded was right. He eased himself out, causing no more than a sigh from the Potions Master as he did so.

"Yes," he finally said, shaken by what he had seen. "I do understand now. That doesn't mean I have to like it," He grumbled.

Seleyna laughed and kissed his lips. "No one is asking you too. Now, off to bed with you, I will not hear another word about it. March!" She tugged him to his feet, pointed her wand at him and muttered a spell, causing his robes to fall to the floor, leaving him in a t-shirt and leggings. He looked at her pathetically but she would have none of it, and pushed him to the bed. He caught the hint and crawled under the covers, finishing the cocoon around baby Harry. Peace settled over the Headmaster's expression as he held his two precious treasures. Baby Harry seemed to realise that he was there and gurgled happily before returning to sleep once more. Satisfied Seleyna glanced around the room to discover that Seri was gone. Frowning she descended downstairs, calling the woman's name softly. No answer met her question but when she entered the sitting room of the Headmaster's office she discovered why. There, on the couch, curled in a ball was the healer. She had gone off alone to express her emotions, as was evidence by the wet path of tears on her face. Sitting herself on the couch Seleyna pulled the woman to her, pillowing her head in her lap. Seri clasped her hand tightly and held onto it as though it were a lifeline.

The silver-haired woman ran a willowy hand through the golden hair. "You poor child; you have bore all that with the heart of a true Gryffindor and heroine, but even heroines cry."

At her words Seri's puffy red eyes opened and she looked up to the one that was offering her comfort. "Are they all right?"

Seleyna smiled; self-sacrificing, this woman, thinking of her family first. "They are fine but don't you think you would sleep better if you were with them?"

Seri looked away. "I suppose. . ."

The silver-haired woman placed a finger under the younger woman's chin and turned it back to her. "Don't 'suppose,' know." She sat her up. "Now go before I petrify you and take you up there myself." Her joke earned a wane smile and a whispered "Thank you" before she stumbled up the stairs. She waited for a few minutes before following her up to find the healer wrapped around her husband with one hand on her child. A satisfied smile crossed the other's face as she hurried down the stairs to find Minerva to tell her she would be in charge for a time.

And to alert the house-elves they would be making baby food for a while.

***

Many hours later Severus woke, feeling more rested than he had in a long time and sat up. Or tried until he realised there was a bundle in his arms. Looking down a smile crossed his face. Harry, no more than a year and a few months old continued to sleep peacefully in his arms. Adjusting the child he sat up against the pillows and rocked the boy, humming a tune that Albus had sang to him more than once to calm him. It worked well as the boy turned and sighed happily. The Potions Master could not suppress the urge to do the same. This was perfect; this was how it was supposed to be. He here with his child in his arms and no one to bother them.

Then there was a knock at the door.

He glanced up and with a wave of his hand the door swung open to admit his father, a large smile on his face. "Well it seems that at least one of the sleeping beauties is awake and I'll bet my powers to the fact the other one will not be far behind, probably ready to eat anything in sight!"

Severus could not resist a smile and chuckle. "No doubt, padre," he agreed and looked down as the baby stirred. His smile widened when those emerald eyes opened. "Hello, my fire child," he greeted with quiet love.

The child smiled as well and reached his little arms up to him. "Papa." Again the word brought tears to the Potions Master's eyes but they were quiet, not the choking sobs he had suffered from earlier. He pulled the child closer, allowing it to hug his neck. "Wuv." Severus thought he would burst if this kept up. He felt like hopping like a mad man around the school proclaiming that this was his son and that he loved him. And that he was loved back. When he pulled back the child was gazing at him with undiluted adoration shining in those large orbs.

"We better get him something to eat," he said when his voice returned to him.

Albus cleared his throat, attracting his son's attention. The Headmaster held out a bottle to his son. "I anticipated this need and brought you this. The healers checked the formula and the house-elves made it when I asked. It should be right."

Severus took the bottle from his father after thanking him and pressed the nipple to the child's mouth who took it in greedily, sucking happily. The dark-haired man had never done this before but it seemed to come natural, as though he had been raising children all his life and not teaching them. Setting the child at an angle in his arms he glanced at Albus as he settled into the rocking chair that had appeared beside the bed. Severus smiled. "Well, I do believe I know who will be putting this little one back to sleep after this, don't I?"

His suggestion was meet with beaming acceptance. The Headmaster wanted nothing more than to hold his grandson in his arms. It was a need felt deep within his heart and he knew that if it was this strong for him, it must be ten times that for Severus.

"Where are Seri and the others? What time is it anyway?" Severus asked as he watched the child suck.

Albus began to tick them of on his fingers. "Seri and Kit are pulling everything from storage that I had from when you were two out to be set up in the child's two rooms. I believe they are done by now and are likely re-decorating and I don't know how long that will take, that depends on how much they argue. Artemis is helping Minerva get everything back in order and is in the process of contacting the Elwood family."

Severus's brow furrowed. "The Elwoods? Why do they need to contacted?"

Albus frowned. "It seems that Ms. Elwood decided to ignore the order to stay with her group and go looking for Harry. She met Aries instead," He rubbed his eyes. "She was found dead in the Great Hall; presumably she met him when he first entered the school."

Severus could only nod. They had been lucky, that was possibly the only causality they had suffered. "What about the rest?"

"Draco is filling in Harry's friends, relating what he does know. He will help Minerva draw up a report when she's ready." He raised an eyebrow when Severus's stomach let out a vicious growl, causing the pale man to blush. "As for what time it is, it is lunch time and I would say that you are going to need it. So here, give him to me because I've already eaten and you do that." Severus did so willingly, knowing that Harry would be safe with his father whom he trusted above all others, second only to his wife. Albus immediately cradled his grandson to his chest and cooed to him. "I think someone needs to burp, don't they?" He went on conversationally, placing the child over his shoulder after he threw a towel over it. With a few firm pats the burps came up and Harry found himself once more cushioned against the soft beard. Which, he found out quickly, was a great deal of fun to play with. . .

Albus winced when the laughing boy tugged at his beard. It hurt, but he did not scold the child, merely extract the strands from the tiny fists and hold him a bit farther away. "No," he said quietly, but firmly, "that hurts Grandpa, Harry."

The child's eyes immediately widened with tears and small form hugged what he could. "Sowwy," he slurred, "wuv Ganpa."

Albus smiled and wiped the tears away, glad that his son had already left the room. He would not like to see his child already crying. But why had the boy cried so easily? "No harm, my child," he assured soothingly, attempting to elicit a smile from the boy, "I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

The baby sniffed and hugged him once more. His grandfather would not lie to him, and the sincerity was true. He smiled and giggled at the faces the man made until his laughs were punctuated by yawns.

"Ah," Albus said, "time for the little one to sleep." Harry gave his baby version of a glare as if challenging the man to put him to sleep, only to yawn widely. "That's what I thought." Cuddling the little one to his chest he began to rock in his rocking chair, singing in the soft, deep tones of his phoenix voice. The child's eyes almost instantly dropped closed as he let out another yawn before finally falling to sleep, his arms around his grandfather's neck. Smiling as if there was no tomorrow, the Headmaster rose and padded to the bed, securing them both in it comfortably. Now it was his turn to sleep with the little one.

Severus, after tucking away a sizable meal and checking on the condition of his father and son (who were both fast asleep), proceeded downstairs in search of his wife. The upstairs bedroom had not been touched except for the exchange of the bed for a cot (or crib to others) so he assumed they were still working downstairs. If that was true, Seri was with her sister and more than likely the two had fallen into an argument. If that was true then he would gently remind them what was going to happen in about nine days. It was February fifth now, which didn't leave much time for them to finish the arrangements that had been half completed and set aside. But, then again, who knew what the Calburns and the Mayfields had been cooking up in their spare time. After all, they had known what had happened to Harry but had been unable to help in any way as the situation needed a magical touch. They certainly could be of help now with baby Harry. Then there was Lupin and Black who would be fall all over themselves to help in some way. But that would come later, after he, Seri and Albus had time alone with the child. . .

"KIT, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!!!" came the yell that startled the Potions Master from his thoughts. Without even realising it he had entered the dungeons though he was still one hall away from his rooms. Even at that distance his wife's voice carried, echoing wildly and dispelling the odd chill this part of the castle seemed to retain.

"OH COME ON, SERI, HE'LL LIKE ZEBRA PRINT ON THE WALL!!!" Kit yelled back and that caused the man to pause before his door; perhaps he didn't want to know. But, he reminded himself as he stated the password for the portrait, he had faced worse than what these two women could dish out.

At least he hoped he could.

His passage from the living area to his son's bedroom went unnoticed and he noted with some relief that the sisters had contained themselves enough that their shouts could only be heard within the confines of the rooms. When he entered the bedroom he was hard-pressed not to gape openly. Half of the walls, as he feared, were covered in zebra print. And he had the distinct feeling that if he ran his hand over it, it would feel the same as the hair of the animal. The other half was a forest, not as dark as the Forbidden Forest by any stretch of imagination, but not as he would have liked for his child, at least not yet. The former obviously belonged to Kit while the latter was attributed to his wife. He waited calmly in the doorway until they noticed him; it didn't take long.

Seri sighed in relief when she saw her husband and Kit threw her hands in the air. "It's not fair! The world is against me!" she raved.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "What's your problem?"

"You," she stuck her finger at him, "are here, meaning you'll take her, "she turned that finger on her sister, "side on this. That's not very fair."

The Potions Master shrugged. "No one ever said life was fair, now did they?" The dark-haired healer rolled her eyes. "No, they didn't, that doesn't mean I have to like it."

A smile lit the other's pale face. "No one is asking you too. Besides, I really don't think either is appropriate."

Kit looked gobsmacked and Seri frowned. "What do you propose then? We seem to have come to an im passe."

The ice mage tapped his chin for a moment, deep in thought. What would his child like? Ah, he knew. Raising his cane he knocked on the wall three times. From that point out the spell spread, covering the others in its path. What it left behind was nothing short of breathtaking.

"Beautiful," Seri whispered and Kit nodded in absolute agreement. Now the walls sported a dazzling field with rolling green hills and dark green grass. The sky, which took up most of the wall, was a dazzling cerulean blue with white wisps of clouds floating lazily by. Running, flying or grazing in this new scene were a dazzling aray of animals: unicorns of all breeds, gryphons of all types, phoenixes, large and small cats and other assortments that just seemed too numerous to count.

"You added a zebra!" Kit exclaimed in delight, pointing to the beast. It was indeed a zebra that looked up at them curiously before returning to its grazing.

"I think Harry will love it here," Seri declared with the utmost certainty.

Severus placed an arm around her shoulders. "If you think so then lets give the upstairs the same treatment and connect the two so the animals can move from one room to another." Both healers nodded emphatically and followed him out.

***

Later that evening, after many hours of blissful sleep, Albus Dumbledore was awoken by his nose itching. At first he merely scratched at the offending skin, grumbling under his breath. This alleviated the feeling only briefly for soon his nose itched again; or, rather, it tickled. Now some might say the old man was losing his touch for not realising this before but the perpetrator of this crime was crafty and chose his method well. Only his giggle gave him away. Cracking open is eyes the Headmaster could see the little dark-haired angel (or devilkin in this case) sitting not to far from him, a bright gold phoenix feather in his hand. The child was oblivious to the fact that his victim was awake and again brushed the feather across his grandfather's nose. Albus was hard put not to sneeze but instead twitched his nose like a rabbit, eliciting more giggles. Waiting for the right moment when the child was turned away from him he sat up and snatched the child into his arms. A tickle war ensued (although rather one-sided) and high-pitched squeals and laughter filled the room.

When the Headmaster felt the child had been 'punished' enough he sat him in his lap. "That will teach you to wake me up like that, Harry," he said primly. The little child pouted for a second before again bursting into giggles. Albus merely shook his head and rose from the bed, taking the child to the bathroom. While he had been slumbering someone had taken the liberty to modify his bathroom, adding baby 'equipment.'

Gently laying the child on the changing table he swiftly and expertly changed the dirty diaper for a clean one and placed new clothes on the small form. It was late though, the child would need a bath soon. Severus can do that, Albus thought, he needs the experience. Both of them will enjoy it though it would probably be prudent to place a spell to repel water on the Potions Master otherwise he would be soaked from head to toe before it was over. A smirk crossed the man's face. Then again perhaps he should just get a camcrystal (forget the spell) and record the entire thing, for posterity's sake, of course. His eyes grew dark at the thought of the baby. Poor Harry, he should never have had to endure this. It was all Voldemort's fault damn it all and he, for one, intended to see the serpent pay. How could he create such a being as ruthless as Aries? It was as though he were acting the part of Dr. Frankenstein and the creature he created (Aries) was a success in his eyes. His fist clenched. That damn bastard, how could he do such a thing? But then again, he thought ruefully, how could he be asking such a question after what Voldemort had done in years past? It was a no-win situation there. But how he hated the man, how he hated him!

While Albus had been contemplating this he had unconsciously stopped humming and touching the child but had instead placed his hands on either side of him. Baby Harry squirmed at the emotions coming from his grandfather. He didn't like them at all. With a brief thought of wanting to get away he found himself on the floor at the elder wizard's feet. Crawling as fast as he could away from the other he found himself again in the bedroom. Looking desperately around for a good hiding place he finally settled on the bed. He found to his relief that he easily fit underneath and crawled under, pressing against the wall. A sniffle or two escaped from his huddle form as he tried to curl up as tight as possible, wanting to escape the hurtful feelings that floated around him. They hurt an awful lot but why was his grandpa mad? Had he been a bad boy? He sniffed again; he hadn't meant to be. It was probably best if he stayed here for now. Yes, that was probably best.

Finally pulling himself from his dark thoughts Albus looked down at the child that had not uttered a sound in quite sometime only to find him gone. Panic spread over him like cold water as he frantically searched the bathroom, only to find nothing. Dashing back to the bedroom he again found nothing immediate. Where could the child have possibly gone and why?

+Albus!+ The sharp commanding yet very worried voice of Fawkes brought him back to reality and calmed him enough to think more clearly.

+Have you seen Harry?+ he asked in a rush.

The phoenix bobbed its red head, the jewel black eyes glinting with great concern. +He's under the bed. Albus, please help him he is very scared.+

The Headmaster needed no further prompting. The second the bird left his shoulder he hurried to the bed and knelt beside it. Pulling the covers up he peeked under but saw nothing but darkness. "Harry?" He whispered, not wanting to frighten the child further. A small whimper met his call but no movement, making it hard to determine where it had come from. Taking a deep breath Albus opened his senses wider, allowing him to feel the connection in all its potency. They did not do this very often as every feeling could be sensed down to the last detail but instead settled on a veiled feeling of what was happening. Harry's golden thread lay out before him and he grabbed, traveling along the well worn path. He would not intrude on the boy's mind, he was too young and the experience might be too traumatic, but instead tasted his feelings. Had he not been holding onto the bed they would have knocked him flat on his behind. Fear roiled like a slippery serpent, coating every other emotion in its venom. He needed to do something about this and now.

"Childing, its just grandpa, please, love, come to me. I won't hurt you, I love you. Please, my little one, come to me. I love you, I'm not mad at you."

Up to this point Harry had seriously considered crawling out of the other side of the bed, even though the emotions that had been on the man previously had dissipated, he still wasn't certain he wanted to be near him. But the love that came with the spoken words was almost overwhelming and filled him to the top, pushing any other thoughts of not being wanted or being bad from his mind. Ever so slowly he uncurled from his hiding spot and crawled towards the light.

Albus's heart leapt in his throat as he saw the child approach but knew not to make any sudden movements, instead let Harry come to him. When he was within reach Harry held out his arms in the sign that he wanted to be picked up and his grandfather happily obliged, cuddling the small child to his chest and crooning in his ear. With Harry now safely in his arms he stood up, returning to the rocking chair.

"That's my good baby, my precious little one. You scared me; please don't ever do that again."

Wide green eyes looked at him, still shining with the remenents of tears. "Sowwy, ganpa. I scared." This explanation, though made sense to the baby, was not enlightening to Albus.

"Why?"

Harry buried himself in the soft beard, rubbing his face on the whiskers. "You's mad, me bad boy?"

Albus tightened his hug as he tapped the chair to rock on its own. "My dear Harry, you are not a bad boy, you did nothing wrong. I love you, I'm not mad at you."

The green eyes looked up at him hopefully. "Pwomise?"

The Headmaster smiled and kissed the lightening-shape scar on the tiny forehead and drew the child even closer. "Promise." The child sighed happily and allowed his eyes to fall closed. And here Albus had been wondering how they were going to get him to sleep tonight! But then again the events of the last few minutes had been very draining and were bound to leave him tired. In fact, he decided as he stood up, limp with fatigue would be a better phrase. Keeping him calm now would be the key. Trilling under his breath he headed out of his bedroom just as Dobby appeared.

"Headmaster sir," he whispered, aware of the near sleeping child, "would sir like it if Dobby brought dinner for family?"

The old mage nodded and seated himself near the fire. "Do not forget Harry's bottle."

The house-elf shook his head. "Never, sir, never. Should Dobby also tell family of dinner?"

Albus nodded. "Please ask them to come here; we have something important that needs to be addressed." He glanced down at Harry as he said this. The house-elf noted this and perked up in a worried manner. Could something have happened to his Harry Potter? Without asking he bowed to the Headmaster and quietly popped away, wanting to fulfill his duty as soon as possible. Perhaps there was some way he could help.

***

Severus, Seri and Kit had just finished with the bedroom when Dobby appeared before them, entreating them to hurry to down to dinner and imparting the message the Headmaster had something important to discuss. Severus could only raise and eyebrow at this and made an inquiry through their connection. Noting the worried state of this father he dashed down the stairs, followed closely by both Healers. They found the man seated before the fire, Harry sleeping in his arms. Severus and Seri sat on either side of him, touching the baby.

"Something happened," Severus stated.

Albus nodded wearily. "I'm not sure why or even how but he managed to magic himself off of the changing table in the bathroom and then crawled under the bed to hide!"

"Why?!" The Potions Master and Healer asked at the same time.

The Headmaster shook his head. "I'm not certain but he seemed to think that I thought he had been a 'bad boy' as he put it but I don't know where he got that idea!" Artemis and Draco entered at this point and listened to what had already been discussed without commenting. Draco looked at his little cousin and sighed. Everything happened to Harry, when did he ever get a break!

"Babies to the age of three are naturally empathic, that could be why," Kit suggested.

Draco hit his forehead. "We're displaying the fact that we are all idiots!" he exclaimed. The others turned startled and curious looks on him and he spread his hands. "Don't you see? Harry is naturally an empath to begin with. Combine that with what a baby has and he's probably influenced by every emotion we feel as if it were his own!"

A chuckle met his explanation. "I was beginning to wonder when all of this would come to you; good work, Draco." Merlin appeared in the chair not far from the couch. Albus's eyes narrowed and he almost drew out his cane. This man had been the one to suggest that Severus was not fit to be Harry's father, why in hell was he here?

Merlin raised a white eyebrow. "I only said that, Albus, to motivate Severus. I never truly doubted that he would do it but that is not why I am here. Please," He held out his hands, "may I see Harry?" The Headmaster's grip tightened but a touch and glance from his son assured him that this was all right. Reluctantly he handed over the infant to the mage who cradled him with the utmost care in his arms. Tracing the scar several times, Merlin whispered a spell and a soft blue glow encompassed the child for a moment before fading. Albus stiffened but Severus stared on impassively.

~Do not worry, father, he will not harm Harry; he only has the child's best interests in mind,~ The dark-haired man assured through their link.

Albus's lips pressed in to a thin line. ~I still don't like the man.~

Severus grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. ~Neither do I, but I do trust him.~

Merlin finally smiled as the child blinked up at him sleepily. "There, all better, aren't we, Harry?" He handed the child back to Severus who cooed at his son to calm him before returning his still impassive gaze to the eldest mage.

"What did you do?" He asked neutrally.

Merlin smiled and sat back, apparently satisfied with himself. "I placed a block on his empathic ability. Now it is no stronger than any other baby so he will not suffer from it. It will come back to him as he grows older; when he is old enough to handle it." He held up his hands to forestall any arguments. "Before you ask I am not the one that decides that, the spell does so I do not know when it will release the bonds. It may be gradually but then again it may be all at once; there is no way to tell. I can only say that he will get them back."

Seri nodded a fraction before taking her child from her husband and scanning him briefly. What she found was surprising. "He's already aged a month!" she exclaimed.

While the others seemed shocked Merlin only nodded. "Yes, he will age rapidly and return to the age he once was around your birthday, Albus." The man smiled and stood. "Do enjoy this experience, I know Harry will." His smile faded. "Though I must warn you, Harry will still retain his memories from the time at the Dursleys' as well as here; all the way up to the moment before you killed him, Severus. They will come back to him in stages so be prepared to combat the negative ones for there are many." His smile returned, softer this time. "Good luck, children, and may the wind be at your backs." With that he disappeared.

Silence followed his departure, broken only by Albus's sudden grumbling. "I hate it when he does that."

Severus smirked at his father and punched him lightly in the arm. "You do the same thing, only less dramatically."

The elder mage pouted. "That's not the point. . ."

The dark-haired man raised a teasing eyebrow. "There was a point?"

Albus's eyes narrowed but before he could offer a retort Artemis cleared his throat. "I do believe, everyone, that our dinner is getting cold."

***

The following week was hectic to say the very least. Most Potions classes had been cancelled and the Hospital Wing was hardly used at all. Luckily students were not injured much that week so Seri only had to make one or two appearances there. Kit was locked away preparing for the upcoming wedding, which she had almost entirely forgotten in the face of all that had happened to Harry. But suddenly reminded of it, that's all she worried about. Draco and Artemis tried to be as helpful as possible while still going to classes and teaching them but the dark-haired Healer swore they were more of a hindrance. Albus, Severus and Seri (although the young healer helped her sister a great deal) spent the majority of their time enjoying the company of the now baby Harry. In those seven days he grew seven months, coming very close to two. It was a time filled with hilarity and a bit of anguish for at times Harry would wake from nightmares that, being so young, he did not understand nor could he tell what they were about. In had become so bad at one point that his father fed him a Dreamless Sleeping Potion to ensure that he did sleep, which did the trick. They were careful not to do this two nights in a row for it the effects would have been harmful for the child's fragile system.

Severus was particularly worried about the fact that Harry seemed to grow no bigger though he aged rapidly. He had only grown into one other size of clothing which was unusual for he should have grown more. Seri assured him he shouldn't worry but he did none the less. Harry was the only one of them that wasn't worried as he played to his heart's content, and once he discovered he could walk, he walked everywhere! It was difficult to keep him out of anything for he had an insatiable curiosity and particularly loved to watch his father brew potions. Severus had discovered, much to his surprise and everyone else's, that if he sat Harry on the table where he was brewing the potion and spoke aloud, telling him the how, what and why of what he was doing, the fire mage would sit and listen with absolute attention. While Severus was puzzled, Seri only smiled and Albus laughed, commenting on the similarity of father and son.

Time spent with his grandfather always proved interesting. Their favorite things to do were to sit before the fire and read from the many children's book that Albus had begun to collect. They would sit for hours as the Headmaster read the stories aloud to him. The stillness was only broken by the murmur of the deep voice and the occasional giggle at the pictures that were there. At times, if the weather was good and not too cold, the Headmaster would take his grandson outside to watch Hagrid's class or let him swing in the colourful swing that was there. Many of the students had seen them several times and were intensely curious as to who the baby was that held the Headmaster's attention so. Aside from McGonagall no one outside of the family knew what has happened to Harry and they were waiting anxiously for the return of Lupin and Black (both of whom were on an Order mission). They spent their spare time devising ways to juggle their schedule around Baby Harry. It was not going to be easy (but with them nothing ever was) but they were positive they would manage and as Harry continued to age he would not need constant watching. He would be spending a great deal of time in the Hospital Wing with his mother and the Headmaster's office with his grandfather where they would be able to give him more attention. Severus's class he would be during the Gryffindor/Slytherin fifth year period when Ron, Hermione, and Draco would be able to help keep and eye on him. Though there were Slytherins in the class that were loyal to the Dark Lord made the Potions Master hesitate, he had confidence in his son's friends as well as his nephew to provide the extra protection the baby would need. Then again, Harry seemed quite able to pop himself away if he wished; who knew what other powers he had hidden up his sleeve. Merlin said he had only blocked the empathic ability, none of his others. Woe be to those they should anger the child for Severus had the distinct feeling their hair would be set on fire. . .

But no more would they hide in the tower. Today they were returning to the school populace and bringing a surprise guest along with them. Severus could only grin maliciously at the thought of everyone's faces when they introduced the child. Oh, the expressions of surprise there would be. . .

"Harry," Severus pleaded with his child, "stay still, I need to get this jumper on you it is colder downstairs." The happy child paid no heed to his elder as he continued to bounce on his bottom, clapping his hands.

"Twip! Twip!" Harry exclaimed in his high voice, giggling when his father made a sour face. He wasn't aggravated that Harry wanted so much to go down and see everyone, oh no, he just wish the child would hold still for two bloody seconds!

"Having trouble, Severus?" The amused alto voice of his wife drifted into the room. Severus turned to see her standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. Yes, there was no mistaking that smirk, she was amused.

"I'm glad my feeble attempts at this are entertaining," he grumbled as he tried, once again, to hold the child still while pulling the jumper over his head. It just didn't work that well.

Seri moved from the doorway and gathered the child into her arms, sitting him firmly in her lap. "Now, little bird, you must allow your Papa to put the clothes on you. You don't want to catch a cold do you?" She demonstrated by sneezing several times, much to the delight of her son.

"Funny, Mama," he giggled.

She smiled. "Thank you, but do you want to sneeze too?" She sneezed again to remind him. Harry's round face took on a look of thoughtfulness before he ultimately shook his head soberly. He didn't want to be sick. "Then you have to let Papa dress you, 'k?" He nodded and held still as Severus pulled the green jumper over his head.

Severus sighed in relief. "I thought I would never get that on him, thank you, dear." He suddenly raised an eyebrow. "For someone who has never had children before you seem to do well with him." She was interrupted before she could answer.

"As I know I have said before, Seri was born to be a mother and have children. They love her and she loves them." Kit sauntered into the room, winking at her young nephew who, to his parents' surprise, winked back, "Now, are we going or not? Albus is waiting for us."

Seri stood with Harry in her arms. "Is he already in the Great Hall?"

Her sister nodded. "Yeah, he's practically biting his nails though because you all are taking so long so I volunteered to come up and check." She raised an eyebrow. "And I have. Now, if you are done wrestling with the munchkin, may we go?"

They followed her out the door but not without Severus grumbling under his breath. "Harry is not a munchkin."

Kit, unfortunately, heard him and turned with a devilish grin. "Certainly could have fooled me. I've seen six month olds bigger than him and he's nearly two!" Severus let out a warning growl while Seri merely rolled her eyes. Harry watched the exchange with interest before a small (and very devious) smile formed on his face and he waved his arms to get his aunt's attention.

"Kit! Kit!"

She smiled. "Yes, fire baby?"

With a sudden grin he blew a baby raspberry at her, which caused galls of laughter from his parents.

Kit's eyes had nearly fallen out of her head. "I've been insulted by a baby!"

"Not just any baby," chortled Severus, "Harry. You better not hold that against him later or I might just. . ." He held up his cane threateningly.

Kit held up her hands in a sign of surrender. "All right, all right, no harm done. I got what I deserved. After all, I did insult him first." With that she turned on her heel and skipped down the hall, singing off key as she went.

Severus raised an eyebrow at his wife and she only shrugged helplessly. "I may be her sister but that doesn't mean I understand her in any way!" With that said they followed the "insane" woman down the hall.

***

Albus beamed when the bunch entered the hall. He waited till they stood next to them before rising to his feet. This action called several conversations to stop and the rest followed with his raised hand.

"Students! I know many of you have been wondering why some of the professors," He nodded to Severus and Artemis, "have been taking off this week." He smiled at the eager faces. "Well, I must tell you that first, two days from now, on February fourteenth there will be another wedding between our own Professor Artemis Maxwell and Madame Kitiara Winter." There was thunderous applause with hoops, hollers, and whistles from all over the hall. Artemis and Kit were well liked among the students and peers. The Headmaster held up his hand again to bring silence which descended almost immediately. "There is yet more news. I'm sure that a fair few of you have seen a small child around this school for the last few days either in the company of Professor Snape-Dumbledore, Madame Snape-Dumbledore or myself. Those of you that have, have surely been curious to who this is." He hefted Harry from Seri's arms and held him to his chest facing the crowd. "It is my pleasure to introduce Harry James Potter-Snape-Dumbledore!" There was silence for a moment as the students and professors alike stared at the Headmaster as if he had finally lost his marbles. The baby didn't like all of the people staring at him and turned to bury his face in his grandfather's beard, clutching it tightly. Albus ran a hand over the small head and murmured soothingly under his breath.

"Due to a spell," Severus continued for his father as the man was otherwise occupied, "his age was reversed and he will have to relive his childhood." He tactfully decided not to mention how long that would take. "As you may guess, this will not be easy on us and we ask students from all houses from fifth year up to please volunteer to watch him during the class that you are in. See your head of house for details." He suddenly smiled when he saw his son giggle quietly at what ever his grandfather was saying to him. "That is all, you may now return to eating." That said he promptly took his seat and dug into his food with uncommon gusto. It was best to eat as much as possible now before Harry was returned to him. Seri, thankfully, followed his example. Albus seemed not to care as he chatted amiably with his grandchild, making faces that caused bright laughter and pointing everyone out in the hall, telling them their names. When he got to Minerva Harry perked up.

"Kitty-lady, kitty-lady!" He exclaimed, holding his arms out to her. The Deputy Headmistress's eyes widened but she obediently lifted the child into her lap. He gave her a smile that would have put an angel to shame and stood up so he could hug her around the neck. "Wuv, kitty-lady," he whispered only loud enough for Albus and Minerva to hear.

Minerva sniffed as her hazel eyes filled with tears and she returned the hug mightily. "Love you too, pet." Albus hid a smile behind his hand though Severus looked on curiously. The white/auburn-haired man related mentally what had happened and soon a smile broke out on the Potions Master's face as well. Eventually the word was passed through the family via their link and all of them could not quit smiling for the rest of the dinner.

"Albus?" She turned to the Headmaster as she fed the child some of her food.

He turned and smiled. "Yes, Minerva?"

The woman bit her lip, afraid to ask her question. "May I watch Harry during first period? It is my off period and I would love to take care of him for a while, if you don't mind."

The twinkle in the other's eye put her worries to rest. "My dear Minerva, I do not mind and I do not believe Severus or Seri will either. I'll have the house-elves bring down some of his toys to your office. Would that be all right?"

He was glad to see her beaming smile. "Of course, Albus!" She hugged the child again who giggled and smiled at his new babysitter.

"Kitty-lady!" he said, clapping his hands.

Minerva could not resist a smile. "That I am, little one."

***

Fred and George smiled to one another as the Potions Master finished his announcement. Baby-sit Harry? What a wonderful idea! They could begin training him early in pranks, passing on their infinite knowledge to one who would absorb it like a sponge.

They put their heads together, pressing their impressive prankster minds to the onerous task of stealing Harry from his over-protective guardians. This would be their most daring undertaking yet, one that outstripped all their previous work.

Sensing it was time to go the two looked up to see their Head of House chatting excitedly with the newly-arrived Seleyna, baby Harry firmly in her arms. The child himself seemed quite content to listen to the women talk as he sat quietly watching them.

"Come on, you louts, we're going to be late to History of Magic!" Angelina called, bringing them from their examinations. The two nodded and collected their stuff before heading off to listen to Binns lecture.

***

Seleyna had appeared right before the end of breakfast and offered to help Minerva with her babysitting. Graciously accepting this offer the two had set off together to gather a few of toys and bring them to her office. The child was remarkably well-behaved, seeming content with watching them work. They talked of what had been going on in the last few days as the silver-haired woman offered explanations to the Transfiguration professors many questions of what had happened. Between the two of them they soon had quite a play area set of for the child who immediately occupied himself in when he was set down. The two grew quiet as they watched him carefully play with the toys as though they would break at the harshest of movements.

"He's that way with everything," Seleyna remarked as she sipped the honey tea Minerva had offered.

Minerva's brow furrowed in confusion. "But I don't understand why. Most children would be bouncing around with all of this in front of them, not really worried if something happened to the toys."

Seleyna carefully pulled a silver lock behind her ear. "Not so with Harry. I've watched. The child treats everything as if it were made of porcelain, even us. It's very sad in some ways because as Merlin told us he is still affected by the memories of the Dursleys and we know that's why he acts this way. I don't know as much as Severus but I know this child did not have anyone to love him after Lily and James were gone, let alone have toys such as these to play with." She reached down and tossed the ball back to the toddler when it rolled to her feet.

Minerva sighed. "It pains me to think of how many others must suffer like he did. Poor Harry! I wish he had told someone before this. I wish I had been insistent with Albus that night he wanted to leave the child on the Dursleys doorstep." She appeared to be particularly sad about this, which she was.

Harry turned before Seleyna could react and toddled up to the stern woman. She looked down at him when he laid his head on her lap and smiled.

"Nice Kitty-lady, take care of Harry," he stated simply, eliciting a tearful smile from the hazel-eyed woman.

She bent down and lifted him into her lap, cuddling him. "Of course, pet, I'll always be here to help take care of you." She smiled as he closed his eyes, preparing to drift off to sleep. "Always, my pet." She started when he was actually asleep, turning worried eyes on the other woman. "Should he be sleeping this much?"

Seleyna nodded. "Yes, his soul offered over a great deal of power to restore his body even to this state, he will be sleeping on and off like this for at least another week. It is nothing to be concerned over."

Minerva visibly relaxed. "Thank goodness, I'm just glad he is not ill. That is the last thing that he needs!" she exclaimed.

Seleyna chuckled and stood. "The same for all of us, I'm afraid. I must go now, Minerva, Albus will be needing me," The corners of her eyes crinkled into a smile, "even if he doesn't know it yet. The poor dear can be very oblivious when he wants to be."

The Transfiguration professor snorted in amusement and nodded. "Indeed he can. Good luck!" She looked down at the sleeping toddler and smiled, transfiguring her chair into a rocking one. For a while at least she would get to play grandmother.

***

Fred and George started from their semi-sleeping states induced by Binns groaning to glance at their watches. It was time to go. Carefully so as not to attract the ghost's attention (which was really difficult but they weren't taking any chances) they snuck out of the room. Very quickly they hurried down the hall, skating around the corners and hiding in the shadows to avoid Mrs. Norris and her inquisitive nose. Caught out of class and they would have detention for sure. Soon enough they stood before the Transfiguration classroom. The two glanced between one another, wondering if they should really do this before George knocked on the door. Fred quickly stepped to the side where he would not be seen.

***

Minerva glanced up, wondering who in the world could possibly be calling upon her. Seeing that Harry was still asleep she transfigured her desk into a cot and placed him inside before going to the door.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she found one of the Weasley twins on the other side. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, is there something I can do for you?" She asked politely.

"I have an off period right now, Professor," George said, stepping into the room. Boy he hoped that she bought that lie; she had, after all, drawn up their schedules. Surely she couldn't remember who had what and when of every student. "I was hoping you could help me with a little problem I had with your last lesson. Do you think you could help me?" Slightly surprised and overwhelmed the Transfiguration professor allowed herself to be led to the nearest desk, her back to the side of the room. As George had the woman occupied Fred snuck to the front, brought Harry out of his cot, and slipped out of the room. About that time they finished their lesson.

George grinned. "Thank you so much, Professor, I think I get it now!" Minerva allowed herself a small smile. "Very good, Mr. Weasley, now you best be on your way, I'm babysitting and I don't wish to leave little Harry alone for long." The redhead nodded in understanding and hurried from the room. He would have to be quick about getting away and hope that McGonagall didn't connect the baby's disappearance with him.

Minerva sighed in relief as the door clicked closed and hurried to the front of the room where the cot and baby Harry were. At least, she thought when she peered inside, Harry was supposed to be in there. . .

"Merlin's beard! He's gone!"

Her second thought was equal, if not worse than the first.

"Severus and Albus are going to kill me!"

***

Baby Harry woke to the jostle of being carried down the hall by inexperienced hands. Taking a deep breath he found that he did not recognize the smell that meant he did not know who held him. Almost instantly his survival instincts kicked in. The first thing that any normal baby would have done would have been to cry and scream at the top of their lungs.

But Harry had never categorized as normal.

He opened his eyes to see his two captors talking to one another quietly, obviously not wanting to attract any attention to them and focusing on doing that.

That meant they weren't focusing on Harry.

"The Room of Requirement is this way, I tell you." One argued.

The other boy, for that's what they were, shook his red head. "No, Fred, it's this way, don't you remember?"

Fred threw up his hands in frustration. "What ever you say, I'm just worried how we're going to get Harry back to his father before he notices that his child is gone. I do not want the wrath of that man down upon me. I'd rather face our mother, thank you very much." His words sparked a thought in the baby's mind. Father, his father. He desperately wished he was with the man!

***

Fred turned when his brother suddenly stopped and swore under his breath. "What's the matter?" he asked.

George held out empty hands. "What does it look like, genius; Harry's gone!"

Fred paled. "We are in such deep shit."

His brother rolled his eyes. "Nah, really?"

***

Deep in the dungeons the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw fourth years were brewing a complex version of a fever-reducing potion. Most, Severus was pleased to see, would succeed at this if they kept to as they were now. Some, however, he was beginning to have no hope for. He allowed a sigh to escape; that meant extra tutorials and that meant time away from his child. Vicious cycle that one. Well, once Kit was finished with her honeymoon (it would only last two weeks, unlike his and Seri's) he could ask her to help. He knew she liked working with children though didn't have the precise patience to teach. One on one was a different story. Perhaps he could help her overcome the frustration so that. . .

"Professor!" One of the Ravenclaw girls screamed, "Behind you!"

Like a whip he turned, already drawing his staff from its sheath. It was not needed however as he felt his eyes widen. Floating above the boiling cauldron, surrounded in golden light was his son Harry. With a mad dash he knocked the cauldron to the floor, ignoring the burns this caused, and caught his son just before he fell onto the desk. Clutching the child to his chest he fell to his knees, thanking every god he knew under his breath. There was no telling what would have happened had Harry fallen onto the table, let alone if he had fallen into the cauldron. . .

Harry sniffed and hugged the man's neck tightly; glad to be back with his father. The man was shaking like a leaf and muttering almost incoherently but he was holding Harry, that's all that mattered but he wished the man would calm down. Unbeknownst to him he was sending calming waves into the man that eventually allowed him to take a deep breath and pull his son away enough to look him over. No immediate injuries, thank Merlin.

"Harry, why aren't you with Minerva?" He wondered aloud as he got back to his feet. The child did not answer but the banging of an opening door did.

Minerva skidded into the room, her hair falling from its normally tight bun. "Severus! Harry is. . ." She paused and her eyes widened. "was gone?" she offered.

The Potions Master swayed, cooing under his breath. "Minerva what happened?"

The woman shook her head, sinking down onto the nearest empty stool. "I'm not certain. He was in his cot one moment while I was helping a student and then gone the next!"

Severus's eyes narrowed in thought. Those students. . .

"Bad men," The little fire mage muttered, burying his face more in father's shoulder.

Severus looked down sharply and pulled him away enough so he could see his face. Harry didn't seem to like that but permitted it nonetheless. "Who were these bad men, Harry; what did they look like?"

The child's face turned thoughtful, as he was giving the question serious consideration, before finally nodding to himself. "Red hair," was all he could offer.

But it was enough. Minerva's face grew to a livid red then white with rage. The nearest Gryffindor students backed away from their head of house, afraid she would unleash that awesome temper on them. But they had nothing to fear from her.

"The Weasley twins," she hissed. Then suddenly she smiled. "When you are done with them, Severus, please send them to me. All that I ask is that you leave something for me to deal with, agreed?"

The Potions Master gave her a tight nod, his mind already running through the score of detentions and punishments the two wayward Weasleys would have to endure. "Agreed," he smiled. Many of the students shivered, recognizing that smile of pleasure from their teacher of previous years. At the moment it was as though he had never left. But when Harry whimpered his whole countenance immediately softened and he trilled underneath his breath to the child. This astonishing change left all of the students, excluding perhaps Ginny Weasley, gaping in disbelief. Once the child was calm and gurgling once more and Minerva was gone the Potions Master sighed; what was he going to do with Harry now? There was no chance of him being able to keep the child occupied and maintain a watchful eye over his students. Glancing around the room he hoped that someone would hold the answer to his dilemma. And someone did when his eyes lighted upon the youngest Weasley, Ginny. She had finished with her potion and was helping her friend Colin Creevey with his. Gliding to the desk he tapped on her shoulder.

Ginny turned around and offered the man a bright smile. "Yes, Professor?" "Would you mind terribly if I asked you to watch Harry for the remainder of the period? I have already noted that you are done with your potion and it was brewed well. He should not be any trouble or hindrance in your helping Mr. Creevey with his." He raised an eyebrow, a sudden idea suddenly coming to him. "In fact, if you explain what the boy is doing then Harry will listen. He seems to like the brewing of potions."

Colin Creevey coughed under his breath. "I wonder why."

Ginny jabbed him in the ribs and told him to hush before turning back to the waiting man. "Of course, sir, I'd be happy to!"

Nodding in relief Severus handed over the child to the girl and kissed him on his forehead. "I won't be far away, little bird, okay?"

The child graced him with an angelic smile. " 'k, Papa!" Satisfied the Potions Master returned is attention back to his other students and began once more walking up and down the isles.

Ginny maneuvered the dark-haired baby around until he was facing her. "Hello there, Harry, do you remember me? My name is Ginny."

"Ninny?" Harry slurred, causing galls of laughter from all that had heard.

"Ninny?! I'm going to call you that from now on! Ninny!" Colin chortled.

Ginny scowled before rolling her eyes at the other's silliness. "I'm surrounded. All right," she sat Harry on the work table, careful to not allow any of the more dangerous tools be within his reach. "Colin is brewing a fever-reducing potion, got that?" The child nodded seriously. "Good. He has already added in the knot grass and orange so he's doing fine so far. These," she pointed to one of the ingredients, "are dragon scales, he needs to add them next, don't you, Colin?"

The other nodded as the baby grinned. "Colon! Colon!" The male Gryffindor looked askance at the child as Ginny nearly fell off of her stool from laughter.

"Colon! Oh, now that is priceless!"

He growled. "Shut up!"

She smirked, patting the baby on the back. "Turn about is fair play, don't you think, Harry?"

Colin's mouth dropped open as the child nodded seriously then giggled. "I can't believe it, so young and already a Slytherin!"

As the class drew to a close Severus appeared beside the young Weasley girl to take back his son. He noted that Harry seemed very comfortable with her as well as Colin Creevey and stored that away for later. Most of the class had already left the room and neither of the two had even moved, so intent were they only playing with the young child. Only when he cleared is throat did they look up, startled.

"Class is over, Ms. Weasley, Mr. Creevey. I want to thank you both for keeping an eye on him," he explained.

Ginny nodded and handed over Harry very reluctantly. "It was our pleasure, sir; he is a wonderful baby."

Seeing her reluctance Severus decided to pose the question he was considering. "I do know that you heard this morning that we are only accepting students fifth year and up to look after him, did you not?" "Yes, Professor," they chorused.

Arranging Harry comfortably in his arms he rubbed the boy's back. "I might be persuaded to bend this rule for the two of you, if you feel up to it."

Ginny wasted no time in answering. "Absolutely! I would be honoured to look after him!"

Colin nodded. "It would be all right I think as long as the two of us are together."

Severus smiled, almost giving Colin a heart attack. It was not very often, even in the presence of his family did he do this. In public at least. "Very good thought, Mr. Creevey. What do both of you have after lunch?"

"Charms," They answered.

"We're working on practical application today, sir; we received our notes last lesson. He won't be bored. Probably laugh at us the entire period," Ginny added.

Severus's smile only widened. "Very good indeed. If you are willing to take the job then please stop by after lunch and pick him up. I will have ready a bag with his things for you and after that period you may take him to the Headmaster, understand?"

"Yes, Professor," the chorused again.

"Good, then I'll write you a pass so you are not counted late to your next class."

***

Severus heaved a heavy sigh as the door closed behind Colin and Ginny. It had been a most. . . eventful morning. In his lap Harry was fiddling with the buttons on his black shirt, seemingly content with just being in his father's presence. Allowing a faint smile to cross his face the Potions Master ran a strong hand through the messy raven locks. Harry would need a hair cut soon; he was beginning to think someone was feeding the child some kind of fertilizer for all his hair did was grow. It had a slight wave to it and curled under at the ends. Otherwise it stuck out in all directions, especially after he slept. Perhaps tomorrow would be a good day; it would at least distract Kit from hyperventilating over wedding plans.

Well he would be taking care of his son until lunch because he had an off period.

"Well, childing, what do you want to do?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. He was surprised, therefore, when Harry grinned.

"Fy! Fy! Harry fy wih Papa!" Severus blinked once, twice and then a third time. Did the child remember? But, how? Those memories weren't supposed to appear for sometime, how did he know? "Are you sure, childing?" he asked cautiously.

Harry nodded vigorously, almost toppling out of the man's lap in his enthusiasm. Severus grinned; this was perfect! "Very well then, fire child, you shall have your wish."

A few minutes later a silver phoenix flew through the halls, a child perched carefully and securely on his back. The child in question would clap and giggle, urging his father phoenix on. Students and teachers likewise would stop what ever they were doing to look up in astonishment as the bird flew by. Many could not decide what was the most strange, the phoenix or the child riding on his back. For over an hour this continued until the child began to tug at his feathers. Landing with only a slight click of his claws Sureves waddled into a closet, leaving it a second later human once more and child carefully secure in his arms. It was time for lunch now, and Harry (as he had indicated by the pulling of his feathers) was hungry. Together they headed to the Great Hall.

***

Fred looked up at the head table and sighed in relief at finding the Potions Master's chair empty. Whether that was a good thing or bad was yet to be seen but if the man wasn't there he couldn't punish them. His brother was of the same mentality. What soothed their fears somewhat was the fact that the Headmaster was eating quite calmly and chatting amiably with Seleyna beside him. Minerva also joined this conversation but cast a look in their direction every once in a while. They knew, just knew that she had discovered it was them.

That did not bode well.

Their housemates were most curious about their behavior and kept asking them about it. They refused to answer and continued to pick at their food. Their guilty expressions were enough to convince the other that the two had done something really bad and that they felt bad about it.

Everything was going fine until the Potions Master entered the Great Hall with his son in his arms. Fred choked and George beat him on the back while watching the dark figure approach the head table. Brief words were exchanged and the Headmaster glanced at them. Both gulped.

They were in such trouble.

Harry was transferred to his grandfather with a gentle kiss on his forehead and a caress of his cheek from his father. With an abrupt about face the Potions Master marched toward the Gryffindor table. His cloak whipped around him like an angry storm and his expression seemed to darken with each step he took. The students scooted away from the two vict-er-Weasleys.

He halted before them. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, I suggest that you follow me. We have something to. . .discuss."

They could only nod meekly and follow the man out.

At the end of lunch Colin and Ginny presented themselves at the staff table, ready to take baby Harry. Luckily Albus had been told and the child was placed into a pack on Ginny's back (transfigured from a dinner napkin.) With stern instructions no to lose him and/or let anything bad happen (they promised fervently that they wouldn't especially not after seeing what happened to the twins.) Albus promised them that some of Harry's things to keep him occupied would be transferred to their class. So off they went to Flitwick's, not suspecting they were heading straight into mayhem.

When they entered the class most everyone was already there. Professor Flitwick greeted them with enthusiasm and Ginny bent down enough that he could lift Harry from her pack.

"Hello there, my dear boy," the short little professor stated.

Harry giggled and gave him a disarming smile. "Fwedwick! Fwedwick!"

"Yes, Harry," the professor responded in surprise, "I didn't expect you to recognize me." The child only smiled angelically, trying to reach for the man's hat. "Oh now," Flitwick chuckled, "you don't need that." Harry pouted, looking absolutely pitiful but brightened again when he was placed among his toys. With a happy squeal he picked up his ball and began throwing it around the room. Satisfied that the child was occupied the Charms professor turned to his awaiting class. "Today, students we will be levitating multiple objects. So to make sure no one is hurt we will be using these boxes." With a wave of his wand the boxes floated into the room, much to the delight of Harry who clapped for his 'Uncle Fwedwick.' "Thank you, Harry. Now, partner up and take three boxes. You will take turns casting the spell and your partner will keep and eye on your boxes in case they fall. You may begin!"

There was some shuffling, mumbling and scratching of furniture as it was put aside to make room for the groups to work. For nearly half the period everything was 'quiet' as the students practiced this new task.

Then Harry became bored.

It was a gradual thing as he grew tired of chasing his ball over the entire room. The other toys were discarded almost as quickly. What he really wished for were some of the books his grandpa read to him but there were none. So he turned his attention to the class. 'Uncle Fwedwick' was very busy instructing a group of students on what they were doing wrong so Harry decided it was best not to disturb him. That left the students. Not wanting to bother the ones he did not know, fearing how they would react, he walked over to see Colin and Ginny who had partnered off.

"Colin, please, just concentrate for the love of Merlin!" Ginny cried in exasperation.

Colin, his face screwed up into a sour expression in his attempt to concentrate, bit back sharply. "I'm trying! Your nagging is not helping one bit."

Ginny rolled her eyes but glanced down as she felt the tugging at her skirt. "What is it, Harry?" she asked, bending down to his level.

"Ninny play 'ide an' seek wih Hawwy?" he exclaimed hopefully but that hope was dashed when the red-haired girl shook her head.

"I can't now, Harry, maybe later, all right?" Though severely disappointed the child tried not to show it as he nodded his head solemnly. Happy she had received an acceptance with so little a fight, Ginny returned her attention to her classmate who had managed to levitate two of the three boxes.

She did not seem to realize how a baby's concept of time differed from a teenager's. Minutes stretched into eternities as Harry sat at the Gryffindor's feet, utterly bored. If only there was something to do! Hoping that 'later' had now come the toddler reached up and once more tugged at Ginny's skirt. Pausing in her detailed explanation of the flaws in her friend's spell, she looked at the expectant baby.

"Play?" he asked but again she shook her head.

"Not now, Harry, I'm busy. Why don't you go play with your toys, 'k?"

The child pouted. "Wanna play wit you," he whined.

Ginny sighed. "Harry, I can't..." But upon seeing that the little boy was about to cry, she caved in. "Oh all right; you go hide, okay?"

Harry shouted "Yah!" and immediately crawled off to go find a really good hiding spot. Sighing in relief Ginny turned back to Colin and rolled her eyes. One of his boxes was lower than the other. "For goodness sake's, Colin; if you can't handle these two, how do you ever think you'll manage with three?" Her harping continued and she completely forgot what she had told little Harry.

But he had not.

Finding the perfect hiding spot (quite sure no one would look for him in there) he climbed in and sat in the middle, very pleased with his discovery. They would not think to look for him here, not at all. Thinking that they would search for him soon he sat quietly, straining to hear over the din of the room. But one thing crept upon him when he least expected it as he began to feel sleep overpower his thoughts. Yawning the child curled up at the bottom of them box and fell straight to sleep.

He was not allowed the luxury for long, however, as the box he was in gave a great shudder and began to rise into the air. Not one to panic quickly Harry pushed open the flap and peered out. to his utter delight he was several feet off the ground, floating in the air. He clapped his hands gleefully. "Hawwy fy! Hawwy fy!"

Ginny stared in horror at the floating box. How in the world. . . "HARRY!!!" she screeched in fright. Gasps of horror sounded through the room as everyone saw what was going on.

Flitwick hurried to them. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure," Ginny replied, biting her lip.

"Get him down from there!" one of the girls yelled.

"He could be hurt!"

"He could be killed!"

"Poor Harry." Came from different directions.

"Silence!" Flitwick commanded. "Mr. Creevey, you have to bring him down slowly, do you think you can do that?"

Colin licked his lips, all of his concentration focused on the box Harry was in. "I don't know," he said in a strained voice.

"Believe you can, Mr. Creevey. Listen to me closely; release the spells on your first two boxes and focus totally on the last, all right?" With a fraction of a nod Colin terminated the spells and the two boxes fell to the floor with a loud thud. "Very good, Mr. Creevey, now for the last one; lower it to the ground." Sweat broke out on the boy's brow as he carefully lowered the box to the floor. Harry, thoroughly enjoying himself, bounced on his bottom, squealing in a high voice that made the class wince in pain. Ginny placed her hands over Colin's ears. "Steady, steady," she chanted.

Finally the box made its touchdown and everyone breathed a sight of relief. The second it did Ginny rushed forward and plucked the baby from the box, holding him tight to her body.

"Oh, Harry!" she said explosively, dropping to her knees. All she could do was hold him to her chest and thank every deity silently for keeping his safe.

Harry, unaware or ignoring the reactions he had caused, giggled and clapped his hands. "Hawwy fy!"

Ginny laughed somewhat hysterically. "That you did, Harry. Please, please don't ever do that again."

Finally realising how distraught his friend/babysitter was, the child tugged at her hair till she looked down at him. "Hawwy aww wight," he said quietly. "Ninny aww wight?"

She hugged him tighter. "I am, fire baby and I know you are too just please don't do that again." The baby nodded, cooing in a way as if to sooth her.

Colin fell next to her and touched Harry's head. "All right there, Harry?" The little one nodded again and continued to soothe Ginny.

Professor Flitwick came to them. "Perhaps it would be best if you were to watch him the rest of the period," he suggested. "His toys are over there. Then he can't get into any more trouble."

"We hope," Colin added as he pulled Ginny to her feet and over to the 'play area.' The professor pulled everyone else back on task and promised the two babysitters he would help them later. The rest of the period passed relatively uneventfully with only one box falling on a student's head. He was dispatched to the Hospital Wing. At the end of the period as their classmates were piling out Ginny and Colin were given instructions to report to Flitwick after their classes were done for the day. He assured them it was not a detention; they were merely making up for the time lost in class.

It was with a sense of foreboding that the two Gyffindors, baby Harry in hand, returned to the Headmaster. He seemed to know where he was going and grew more bouncy with each passing step.

"He's going to bounce out of that pack at this rate," Colin joked as the giggling child continued. Ginny offered a weak smile but said nothing. The boy put a hand on her shoulder. "What happened back there really shook you up didn't it?"

The red-haired girl sighed and took the toddler from the pack, holding him tight to her. Colin was surprised when the child did not protest. "I'm just. . .I don't know," The sight was of frustration this time.

Colin squeezed her shoulder then grinned crookedly. "Could it be your maternal instincts have kicked into overdrive?" This remark earned him a kick in the general direction of his shin as he danced away, laughing. "Ah, now there's the Ginny I know! And here I thought she had gone out to become a mother early."

Ginny scowled, giving an eerily good impression of her mother. "Colin Creevey I ought to hex you three ways to Sunday. If you don't stop you're going to know whey the say 'hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn!'" Glad to see his friend back in good spirits Colin let her be and they soon found themselves before the gargoyle. "Lemon squares," Ginny stated and the statue leapt aside. Before they knew it they were in front of the Headmaster's door. Neither knocked, reluctant to enter.

"Please, children, do not stand out there all day. Surely you must be tired of that." The gentle yet amused voice drifted through the door. The Gryffindors exchanged looks before Colin pushed open the door. Behind the immense mahogany desk sat the venerable light mage. He looked up from his work when they entered, a smile spreading over his ancient face.

"Ah, Ms. Weasley, Mr. Creevey; you've brought Harry back. I hope he did not give you too much trouble." He raised an eyebrow at the slightly panicked expressions that lighted across their faces for a fraction of a second but did not comment. Harry, upon spotting him, held out his arms, wanting his grandfather. His cerulean blue eyes twinkling the Headmaster took him from Ginny and kissed him on the forehead. "And what have you done today, little one?" The two Gryffindors stiffened as Harry giggled.

"Hawwy fy!" he told him. Raising an eyebrow Albus peered over his glasses at the two babysitters for some sort of explanation.

"We're sorry, sir, but he climbed into one of the boxes we were levitating. . ." Ginny started.

"And I levitated the box with him in it. I swear, I didn't know he was in there," Colin finished. The Headmaster took a moment to absorb this and turned his attention on his grandson.

"Harry, why did you do that?" he asked somewhat sternly.

The little mage blinked at him, wondering what he had done wrong. "Hide an' seek," he stated innocently, fully believing he had done anything wrong.

Ginny suddenly groaned, drawing attention back to her. "I know why! He kept asking to play hide and seek and in my distraction I must have told him he could so he hid. The box must have been his hiding place," she explained.

Now it all made sense and Albus shook his head. "It's all right; at least no one was hurt." He paused for a moment. "Perhaps it would be prudent not to tell Severus of what happened." The two students looked very relieved they didn't have to relate the tale to the Potions Master. Speaking of him he walked in at that moment, a scowl on his face.

"Damn Hufflepuff simpletons; can't even mix a simple cure for boils. . .Blowing up my lab for fun. . .Do they honestly like detention?" He muttered to himself. Albus smiled fondly and called to him with their bond. The Potions Master looked up and the two students were astonished by the transformation in him. The scowl melted away into a soft smile which de-aged him greatly and softened his entire countenance. He no longer resembled the inapproachable evil 'git' but a man, nothing more, nothing less. But more important, he looked like a father. Sweeping past the Gryffindors Severus plucked his son from his father's arms and held him over his head, turning in circles.

The toddler squealed in delight, yelling "Papa! Papa!" and "Vroom! Vroom!" Eventually Severus brought him down again, steadying him on his hip.

"So, my fire child, what have you done today?" he asked, mirroring his father's question. He did not see the two students tense or Albus moving closer to them.

"Fy," the child stated. The three were surprised when the Potions Master's smile widened.

"Harry and I flew around the school," he explained to the Headmaster.

Albus crossed his arms. "So that is why everyone was so skittish at lunch," he replied dryly. Ginny could only exhale in relief; her hopes of escape were dashed however, when Harry shook his head and tugged at his father's hair.

"No, Hawwy fy in bos," he corrected.

"Bos?" The dark brow furrowed. "Do you mean 'box'?" he asked cautiously. Harry nodded. The Potions Master, already sure of what happened, turned with a blank expression to the others for an explanation.

When the two Gryffindors seemed to be too petrified to answer the Headmaster dived into save them. "It seems, Severus, that Harry wished to play hide-and-seek. He chose to hide in a box that the students were levitating. Ms. Weasley and Mr. Creevy made sure that he got down safely. Aside from a little excitement, no harm done." The Potions Master said nothing for a moment (which did nothing for the students nerves), eyes boring into the squirming two. Then, quite suddenly, he nodded and turned back to his son who, after sitting in a chair, he seated on his knee.

"Harry, I want you to listen to me very carefully. When I leave you with babysitters I expect you to behave. What you did today, scaring them by climbing into the box, was not the behavior of a good boy." He saw the emerald eyes filling with tears so he hastened to finish. "Promise me you will not do that again."

The child sniffled and nodded, standing up to hug his father. "Sowwy, Papa, didn' mean to be ba'," Harry stated, looking thoroughly chastised.

The Potions Master smiled sadly. "I know, fire baby, I know. But the apology really should go to Colin and Ginny, don't you think?" Shocked by the use of their first names the students almost missed Harry turning to them.

"Sowwy, Ninny. Sowwy, Colon." Ginny smiled and went forward to hug the toddler. With eyes and honesty such as this child possessed no one could stay mad at him for long. Except for the local crazy dark lord, but he was not the best thing to think on right then.

"I forgive you, Harry, just don't do that again, 'k?"

He smiled at her and returned the hug. "'k." Colin received the same treatment.

"Now," Albus clapped his hands, startling everyone. "I do believe these two need to get along to Hagrid's class. Give him these," He handed them slips, "and have a good day." Thanking the Headmaster the two Gryffindors scampered out. With a deep sigh, Severus pressed deeper into the chair, allowing his son to lay against his chest.

"Perhaps letting the students watch him was not such a good idea after all."

Albus beckoned him to the couch where they could sit together. "He's just exceedingly curious, iceling; most children at his age are and I'm afraid it is only going to get worse so I suggest you prepare yourself."

Severus sighed again, laying his head on his father's shoulder. "What we really need to prepare fro is two days from tomorrow. You know what's going to happen then don't you?" Albus nodded grimly. Indeed, he did. If they calculated correctly that would be the next release of Harry's memories from the Dursleys. This happened every five days or so and was never a good time for the family. Harry was an emotional mess for several days afterward and needed great amounts of comfort before he returned to normal. Also during that time his behavior jumped to what it should be for the age the he had reached. They hoped this would smooth out later and his emotional growth would be parallel to his physical growth. For now all they could do was ride through this rollercoaster and hope for the best.

"Beat, beat," Harry said suddenly. Both adults looked down at the small fire mage who lay against his father's chest.

"What?" They asked at the same time.

"Love beat beat," The child told them again.

"What is 'beat, beat,' Harry?"

The boy sighed in frustration and sat up, pointing to his father's chest then put his ear against it. "Beat, beat," he repeated.

"My heart, Dad," Severus said suddenly, his voice thick. Albus was surprised by the answer, not to mention the name change. "He's listening to my heart." The obsidian eyes closed. "I can understand why it is so comforting. I love to listen to yours." He smiled slightly "Very calming to the nerves."

The Headmaster chuckled and maneuvered his son so he could listen to his heartbeat. "As much as I hate to say this, you should get back to your class." Albus raised an eyebrow. "Who is watching them now?"

"Seri; she volunteered. They're first years; they won't give her too much grief." He gave the other a feral grin. "She is my wife after all, with a reputation of her own."

Albus chuckled. "That is very much true. What shall we do with this young imp till the day's end?"

Glancing down at the dozing child, Severus did not even have to think. "Seri will be able to take him." Gathering the child to him, the Potions Master stood and headed out after saying goodbye to his father. The child slept on and did not protest when he was passed to his mother. The students watched the exchange silently, not sure what to make of this. The Potions Master watched them go wistfully, wishing he could join them. He knew, at least, that their afternoon would be peaceful. Repressing a sigh he turned to find his class staring at him in bewilderment. Lips curling into a feral grin he rapped the floor with his staff, snapping everyone from their dazes. "Well, my charges, I do believe you were working on an assignment." He raised an elegant eyebrow. "Were you not?" The students scrambled to return to their work, most not noticing the satisfied smirk playing along the man's lips.

***

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were caught of course and suffered through a two hour lecture first from the Potions Master and then the Headmaster. The two unanimously agreed that the former of the two had been much worse. Not an hour after they had been released from this did they receive a howler from their mother that no amount of stone could quiet. By the end of the day, everyone in the school knew what they had done and most were rolling their eyes at the stupidity of it.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time!" George protested.

Fred snorted. "But isn't hindsight twenty-twenty? Believe me; I don't think it was such a good idea anymore, no matter what you say."

The Headmaster warned everyone at dinner that similar behavior would warrant a most harsh punishment and everyone felt it was only save not to test his temper. Fred and George assured everyone that it was just as potent as his son's.

The rest of the day, all two periods of it, passed uneventfully. "Thank Merlin," Severus muttered. The end of the day found him sighing in relief and sitting down on the couch in front of the fire, baby boy in hand. This day had been...hmmm...how to phrase it...pure hell. Yes, that fit quite nicely. Though there were some good parts to it, he had to admit the majority was absolutely horrible. Most of that was thanks to the Weasley twins; who would, he knew, would not be causing trouble any time soon. His father and he had made quite certain of that. Looking down at his child he saw that his gaze was returned by peaceful, wise green eyes. Running a thumb over the child's forehead he murmured. "I wonder just how much you know, child, and are not telling us." The fire mage's only response was to offer a winning smile and nuzzle his father's hand. "So many dark memories," Severus thought as he remembered what all that happened to them. "Must you remember them all?"

"Must." Harry answered.

Severus blinked. "What?"

"Must know. Wanna 'member," Harry explained, his eyes pleading for the other to understand.

Severus could, to an extent. While there were memories he wish he could spare the child, he would not like to have Swiss cheese for a brain and doubted Harry would either. The man smiled. "If you say so, child. I'll take your word for it. But there is one thing I want you to remember above all else, 'k?"

The boy tilted his head to the side. "Wha'?"

Severus hugged the boy tight. "That I love you, we all do, remember that."

Harry returned the hug as best he could. "Will 'member! Love you, Papa!" He then promptly yawned. Severus, much to his chagrin, echoed him. A new voice drifted over to them.

"Well it seems my fledglings are ready for bed, yes?" Albus appeared in front of them, one white eyebrow raised.

Severus could not resist. "But, daddy..." he whined, eyes shining with mirth. Harry, obviously, thought it was funny.

"Bu', ganpa..." the little mage whined, earning laughter from both of his adults.

Albus plucked him up and settled him on his hip. "See what you do, iceling, teach him bad habits," The Headmaster admonished as he cuddled the yawning child. "Time for bed, fireling; will you be all right on your own tonight?" Up to this point the child had alternated between sleeping with his grandfather, mother and father and in his crib. They were gradually trying to wean him (and themselves) from sharing the same bed. The fire mage nodded sleepily and stuck his thumb in his mouth; he was soon asleep. The two watched him for a moment before Severus sighed.

"An angel, isn't he?" Albus commented.

Severus snorted. "I like to thing a devilkin in angel's clothing but that is only my opinion." He laughed and dodged the pillow that was thrown at him by his scowling father.

"Do you mind if he stays up here tonight? Seri and you will be quite busy with Kit; the wedding is the day after tomorrow," Albus asked.

The Potions Master groaned and rubbed at his eyes. "Don't remind me; I believe I'm going to duct tape them both to the wall before this is all over with."

Albus raised an eyebrow. "Duct tape?"

Severus smirked. "A wonderful muggle invention; I must commend them on it. Alecia introduced it to me and I must admit I find it hard not to use; especially on disobedient students. The threat of taping them to the wall is usually lost on everyone but the muggleborns and some half-bloods I'm afraid. It's very amusing to see them burst in to giggles every time I mention it." He sighed. "Kit and Artemis, however, are fast becoming prime candidates for the treatment. It would be much easier to marry them that way and we wouldn't have to worry about pesky little details such as what they are wearing, no one would be able to see it!"

Albus chuckled. "While this is all fascinating (and I will need to speak to Mrs. Calburn about this tape) you still have not answered my question."

The dark-haired man waved him up the stairs. "Take him for tonight and tomorrow; it's is going to be hectic down in the dungeons as is; with him underfoot it could possibly be worse. He would frankly be safer up here."

The Headmaster grinned broadly. "Gladly, my dear son; I'm sure he will be no trouble at all."

The next day passed impossibly fast and soon it was noon, an hour before the ceremony was scheduled to begin at one. Kit, who had paced to the point that she was going to wear away a groove in the floor, stood fuming in the center of the room, her feet duct taped to the floor. Her sister said nothing of it (knowing her husband was the culprit) but found it hard to keep a straight face as the woman struggled to free herself.

"It would figure this stuff would repel magic; who would have thought?" she grumbled as she gave one last half-hearted tug.

Biting her lip Seri managed. "Perhaps it's for the best?" Her sister's scowl was turned on her. "Think of it, dear; all of that pacing wasn't helping your nerves and you might have become sick." She placed a hand on either side of her face. "Be calm, all will be well. The man that loves you more than anything else in the world is waiting on you and will wait for you till the end of time. Everything will be just fine; remember, I'm right behind you."

The dark-haired woman sighed and all of the tension drained from her body. "I know, I just want it to start and this waiting is worse that torture."

Seri's forest eyes twinkled. "Dear sister, don't you know? This is torture, of the worst kind. Now you know how Ifelt."

Kit glared again and grumbled. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."

The water mage laughed. "No one is asking you to. Now, have a seat while I work on your hair." A chair was magicked behind the healer and she was able to sink into it, heaving another great sigh. She sat quiet as a mouse as her sister fixed her hair and her mother did her make-up.

"I have this very childish urge to cross my arms over my chest and pout at the moment for no apparent reason," she commented randomly.

Christina Mayfield raised her eyebrows. "You do, do you? Well I suggest you refrain from doing so or I might be tempted to take you over my knee and spank you, wedding dress and all." Kit's only response was to stick out her tongue.

Half an hour later she was ready; she stood before the mirror and admired the others' work. Her hair (which was permanently straight) was done up in a bun and held in place by jewel studded pins. From her ear was a dark sapphire drop that had a chain that connected to an ear cuff that Seri had gotten as a wedding gift. From around her neck hung her dark sapphire crescent moon, glittering in the sunlight. Her dress was very interesting. The underdress was dark blue with a sheer silver overlay that had flowers patterned into it. The straps were thin and it laced up in the back.

"Lovely," Seri stated quietly.

Christina nodded. "You've never looked more beautiful, my daughter, and I know your mum is looking down on you in pride." She gathered her in a hug. "How could she not with such a wonderful child as you?"

"Thank you," Kit whispered thickly before stepping away and laughing. "Look at me, laughing like a great ninny, what a disgrace."

Seri smiled. "Hardly, my sister, hardly."

***

In the groom's dressing room, it was somewhat similar to chaos, at least in Severus's opinion; he also knew now that you could not leave Harry to his own devices for long or something was bound to a) explode b) never work right again c) be lost in the abyss of lost things d) or not be what they were before. He also learned not to leave a child alone with a role of duct tape. He had; big mistake.

He had only looked away for a bit and had unconsciously handed Harry the roll of tape to hold after taking care of Kit. When he looked down again he had found his child in a self-induced duct tape cocoon. Slightly panicked (all right more than slightly) he had thrown a muted shearing charm at the tape only to remember that it repelled magic. Well, not all magic, he discovered as he froze part of it and managed to break it away. One slightly amused, slightly scared green eye stared back at him. He had only sigh and mutter, "What am I going to do with you?" Eventually he had managed to unwrap him by freezing and breaking it. After a stern lecture on NOT wrapping yourself in the tape (which he hoped the child learned from experience) he returned to helping his cousin dress. Unfortunately Harry got the same idea; with the duct tape. Severus glanced down at one point to see the entire bottom of the royal blue robes Artemis was wearing covered in the gray substance. Sighing again he extracted the tape from his son's grip, reminding him this was NOT an accessory, and removed it from the man's robes. Harry had actually sighed himself and waddled away to do what only babies do.

Artemis smiled. "He only wants to help, Severus."

Severus grimaced. "Yes, but if he 'helps' anymore you're going to be late to the ceremony."

The brown-haired man grinned. "What are you talking about? I'm ready!" Stepping back from his fellow mage he looked him carefully up and down. He wore rough white leather pants, a silk black shirt with a mandarin collar with royal blue robes over that. On the breast of robes was a mighty gryphon in a fighting stance. He, like his bride-to-be, had an earring, a gift from Severus. It was a sapphire stud with an ear cuff, chain attached between. The overall effect was stunning.

"You're going to have all of the unwedded woman panting," Severus commented matter-of-factly, making his cousin laugh.

"While that is encouraging I'm only interested in one woman."

The Potions Master nodded. "Well, if you're ready then I ask you to help me with Harry; he hates changing clothes and would likely go naked if I let him." With a smirk the other agreed. He wouldn't be smirking for long, Severus thought. He was too right. For fifteen minutes they chased the child around the room before finally catching him. Then they spent the next fifteen minutes after that wrestling him into his formal robes. Once he was in them he quieted, looking at the two huffing adults incredulously. His look was easily interpreted: how could they possibly be tired? I didn't even put up a proper fight!

Severus could not contain a glare. "Fight my..."

"Sev!" Artemis admonished.

"Socks," the Potions Master finished with a smirk. The other man rolled his eyes, gathering up the child and placing him in the other's arms.

"Come one, it's almost time and I don't want my best man to be late."

Severus smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it."

***

The Great Hall was over-crowded; guests, invited or otherwise, filled the chairs and lined the walls. At the end of the red carpet stood Albus, resplendent in his mage robes of white lined with black, on a raised platform. Above him was Fawkes who would be summoning the bride as he had before. Artemis shifted from foot to foot, glancing repeatedly down the isle. Finally Severus placed a light freezing charm on him so he could no longer move.

"Stop it, you're only working yourself up," he warned before releasing him from the spell. The Ancient Runes professor gave him an exasperated look but ceased his fidgeting. Severus was grateful; this was almost as nerve-wracking as his had been! Looking for a source of comfort he spotted his baby boy in the lap of his mother in front row and could not resist a smile. The boy was listening raptly to his grandmother who was telling him a story from her time as a unicorn. The sight of the wide green eyes focused and shining with happiness filled him with contentment and settled nerves.

Draco elbowed him in the ribs. "Cute little thing, isn't he? You have to wonder how those muggles could treat him like they did."

Severus sighed, his contentment lost. "Yes, it is." Seeing the reaction he had caused the earth mage touched his elbow in apology and turned his attention to the Great Hall doors as Fawkes let out a great cry. As the woman appeared and began her walk, Severus was reminded of all those years ago when they all first met; when Artemis first laid eyes on Kit.

(Flashback)

Kit bounced down beside her sister who had her nose buried in a book. Next to her was Severus Snape (a fellow first year but a Slytherin) with their homework spread out between them. The two had met on the train and almost immediately become friends. but the two of them being sorted into separate houses had almost nipped the new relationship in the bud. Severus had practically hidden from Seri but she would not stand for this "foolish, idiotic behavior and racism that wasn't worth a knut and smelled like the morning garbage." He had admitted, with a small smile, especially as furious as she was, that she was right and he wouldn't act like that again. He also said she needed to reign in her hair as it was bushed out like an angry cat's. Kit had fallen over laughing at that and Seri had refused to talk to the boy for the rest of the day and scowled when her sister had (rightfully) pointed out that this was counter-productive. The next day they had sat out under an oak by the lake (the one they were presently under) doing their homework. Now it was a regular routine; not many of the Gryffindors and Slytherins were happy about it but protested to no avail.

When Kit was seated the dark-haired boy looked up at her. "I've invited my cousin to work with us; I hope you don't mind."

Kit shook her head and grabbed a free book. "Not at all. Where is he now; is he invisible?" She grinned. "Maybe he's make-believe...cool! Sevvie has a make-believe cousin!"

The Slytherin scowled and Seri hit her sister over the head with a roll of parchment without looking up from her book. "Quit being silly and don't upset Sev," Seri scolded.

Kit pouted. "You like him more than me," she complained.

Seri smirked behind her book. "That's right, I do. Besides, Artemis is a Gryffindor and only a year ahead of us, it's not like you haven't seen him before."

The dark-haired Gryffindor frowned. "Artemis? I don't remember anyone named Artemis in our house?"

"My nose is itching," declared a new voice. "Is someone talking about me?" Seri looked up and smiled, as did Severus. Kit turned to get a look at the new-comer. He was about five feet tall with rustic brown hair that fell over one eye. His smile was friendly as he placed his prizes (a platter of sandwiches and a jug of pumpkin juice) onto the blanket and sat himself down beside Kit. After looking her over he offered his hand. "Reese Artemis Maxwell, second year Gryffindor, but you can call me Artemis." She gave his hand a firm shake. "Kitiara Winter, first year Gryffindor, but please call me Kit!"

He smiled and Severus muttered under his breath, "That should be amended to 'Kit-The Bouncy One.'" Seri laughed and Kit scowled; surprisingly so did Artemis.

"Severus, that wasn't very nice; you should apologize." The dark-haired witch could not keep a smile from crossing her face. Now she had someone to defend. She would prove, however, that she didn't need to be defended all the time.

(End of Flashback)

Yes; Severus had not seen it at the time but there was an immediate connection between the two. While it had been a friendship at first it had slowly developed into more over the years. His and Seri's relationship had become more intimate by their fifth year; they had become a couple. When that had dissolved into mass chaos Kit and Artemis had remained steadfast.

(Flashback)

Kit stared at the sleeping form of her sister before standing and covering the girl with a blanket. After she was sure her sister was comfortable she crept down the stairs and sat on the couch before the fire. She put her hand in her hands, wondering what she was going to do now.

"Is Seri asleep now?" Artemis asked as he sat down beside her.

Kit turned to him, eyes full of tears as they echoed the sorrow that her sibling was experiencing. "Yes, but I don't know what to do! I've never been so helpless and I don't like it." She sighed, eyes drifting back to the dancing flames. "Sev is such an idiot," she added for good measure. A small chuckle greeted this statement and an arm snaked around her shoulders, giving an encouraging squeeze. "Yes, he is; I will have a talk with him. Meanwhile you will do what you can for Seri, that's all there is to it." She looked deep into his mis-matched eyes and found his confidence in her was unshakable. "Trust in your instincts, dear; they will never lead you wrong."

She smiled and laid back against his chest. "I'm going to need your help."

"You'll have it, Kit, you'll always have it."

(End of Flashback)

The lecture Artemis had given Severus had been worthy of any teacher. Severus, however, had still been in pain because of Seri's 'betrayal;' he had snapped back and a full-blown fight had ensued. They had not talked for weeks after that but the brown-haired teenager had promised that if the Slytherin was going to be so bull-headed, he would not see the girls at all. he had been true to his word and had done an effective job of keeping him away. It wasn't until the end of the year that Severus apologized to him but he could not bring himself to talk to Seri. He had noticed that Kit and his cousin were not closer but he had given it no though. Not until the graduation feast, of course...

(Flashback)

Artemis looked around the hall hopefully; he had invited her to the graduation dinner, surely she would come...

Kit snuck up behind him and stood on her toes, putting her hands over his eyes. "Guess?" She demanded.

The brown-haired teenager chuckled. "Lucius Malfoy," he asked innocently.

Kit scowled. "He only sounds like a girl when someone has kicked him in the crotch, guess again."

Artemis chewed on his lip. "Good point. Narcissa Black?"

Fuming the girl turned him around. "If that cow has been making passes at you I swear I'll..." She was cut short as the other caught her in a kiss that left them both breathless.

When Artemis finally pulled away, he smiled at her wide-eyed expression. "I'm glad you could come," he said quietly. She nodded silently and allowed him to guide her to her place at the table beside him. They would have spoken more but the Headmaster stood, drawing all attention to him.

The blue eyes twinkled over the rim of those half-moon glasses. "Well, I'm glad to see all of you here, alive and well, to make it to your last feast as a student at Hogwarts. Every year I see you leave, wondering if you are ready and knowing that you are. My children, do not ever believe these doors closed to you; we will always be a refuge for you, in any storm. Now I see your young faces ready to go out into the world and give what you can and my heart rejoices; I know that this school has helped you to this point. Be blessed, my children, and live on." With his speech concluded the meal appeared and everyone commenced to consume it. Conversation buzzed over the hall gently, reassuringly. Just as the feast was concluding Artemis managing to draw Kit from the Great Hall.

Taking her hand in his he said, "You know I'm leaving tomorrow."

Kit sighed, eyes downcast. "Yes, and I know you said not to wait for you but Artemis I..."

He put a finger over her lip. "No buts; I will not see you unhappy on my account."

"But I'm unhappy because you are leaving," She pointed out logically.

"But I have to go, my training is about to commence."

"And I would never be selfish enough to keep you behind on my account," she replied firmly. Standing on tiptoe she brushed a kiss on his lips. "Good luck, love, and I'll wait for you, no matter what."

Before the other could say anything she was gone.

(End of Flashback)

"I do," Artemis's voice brought Severus from his musings and he have his head a small shake, returning his mind to the present.

Albus smiled at the two as they waited expectantly for him to say the final words. "Then I now pronounce you husband and wife; let nothing ever tear you apart."

Kit's midnight blue eyes twinkled. "Small chance of that, Albus," she whispered for only them to hear.

The Headmaster chuckled and raised his staff above his head. "So mote it be: you may now kiss the bride." The brown-haired wizard muttered, "finally," before swooping in for a kiss that his new wife happily returned. The Hall erupted into thunderous noise as everyone clapped, hollered and whistled. When they broke apart Kit was blushing but grinning from ear-to-ear. Beside Severus Draco was literally hopping up and down in excitement with a smile so dazzling it could have blinded the onlooker.

Yet another family was born.

***

"I'm glad it's over and done with and I never want to go through that again," Kit declared. Artemis nodded in total agreement and Severus smirked, shifting Harry on his hip.

"What, it's only the reception and already you regretting getting married?" The Potions Master teased.

Artemis scowled and Kit gave her brother-in-law a kick in the shin. "Very funny, Sevvie-poo, see me laughing."

Severus growled and Harry giggled. "Sevvie-oo! Sevvie-oo!" he cried, causing his father to wince and the other two to crow in delight. He was about to bite back that they were teaching him bad habits when he spotted a most unwanted guest: Rita Skeeter. She was staring in their direction, at Harry in fact. Tightening his grip on his child he turned away and handed him over to Seri. ~Rita Skeeter is here and I think she's come for the story on Harry. I'm going to get rid of that cow before she causes any trouble.~

His wife nodded and hugged their son close to her body. ~Be careful; she's a crafty old cow.~

~Indeed,~ The Potions Master replied grimly before squaring his shoulders and going to head the nosy reporter off.

"Papa go bye bye?" Harry frowned at his mother who was worriedly watching the growing argument between her husband and Skeeter.

"No, fireling, he's going to make the bad lady go away." The two-year old turned to see the woman. She was shorter than his mother with claws like Mrs. Norry (Mrs. Norris) although they were painted a strange banana colour. Her black hair was curled tight to her head and the sparkly glasses belonged on a clown. Over all he thought she was an over-sized beetle. "And I think he needs help," Seri continued, unaware of her son's assessment. Turning to the refreshment table she called to Draco. "Please watch him while I go help you Uncle." The blond teenager nodded in distraction, his attention focused on the brewing battle of wills. Putting the child on the table he continued to watch, leaving Harry unsupervised.

Which was just fine with the baby.

Harry too watched the fight and did not like how it was going. The woman's voice was like nails on a chalkboard to the child's ears; for some reason little Harry really did not like this woman. Why, besides the fact she was arguing with his parents, he wasn't sure but he knew that she was, as his mother put it, a bad lady. A crowd had gathered around the arguing group and Harry's eyes narrowed when he saw a few people smirking at his parents. That did not set well with him at all; he decided he would help make them go away. With a quick glance to make sure his cousin wasn't watching Harry crawled over to the punch bowl; he had an idea. Sitting behind it he imagined it floating in the air as his father's potions did. Soon the bowl was hovering above him and he a smiled happily as he lit a fire beneath it. Once that was done he began summoning every sweet from the table to him, even a portion of the wedding cake. With methodical precision he examined his 'ingredients' and deposited bits of them in the slowly boiling punch. He was blissfully unaware that the fight was steadily growing closer to him.

Draco did not notice his young cousin's actions. That is, until a peppermint humbug floated in front of his eyes. Startled he drew back and watched as the little sweet floated over to settle beside Harry who was concentrating fully on the bowl of (formally) fruit punch. The blond mage knew better than to interrupt; he had seen that look on both his mother and uncle; it was wise to leave them be when they were in such a state. But was it wise to leave Harry so? His question was answered for him when Severus glanced at his son and witnessed what he was doing. "Harry, what are you doing?" He asked cautiously, causing the previously furious argument to come to a halt.

Harry put his finger over his lips. "Shhh!" he commanded. "Poshunz." His other hand was above the frothing liquid, holding the peppermint humbug. Seconds stretched before the child dropped the last 'ingredient' into his 'potion.' Most tensed, expecting an immediate explosion. Harry only sat back, nodding his head.

"One, two..." was as far as Kit counted before a massive bubble swelled and popped, spraying everyone who was not quick enough to put up shields was sprayed with a thick pink goop. Even if they were some of it still came through. "...three." Harry smirked in satisfaction, even if he was covered from head-to-toe in pink slop.

"What are you smirking for?" The dark-haired bride wanted to know.

"Supsta espode," he told her.

The Potions Master sniffed the stuff that coated his fingers and took an experimental nibble. "Double Trouble Candy," he muttered to himself, a slow grin spreading across his face. At the others confused faces he elaborated. "It's the Weasley twins' latest invention that they had me look over; Harry was there when they brewed it for me. While basically harmless and quite tasty it is volatile when brewed. If it touches the skin it becomes sticky but if it comes in contact wit clothes," He smirked at Skeeter who was finding it increasingly hard to move, "it makes them almost as hard as rock."

"I can't move!" The woman screeched, struggling weakly.

"Yes," Seri said sweetly, "we can see that!" Harry glared around, utter concentration creasing his baby face. Several people yelped, startled as the pink stains on their clothes went up in flames. When they died away the pink was gone but only on some people.

Rita Skeeter was not among them; she, in fact, had an extra pink glob dropped on her head. That was the straw that broke the chimera's back. Screaming in fury at her ruined outfit, hair and make-up, Skeeter pointed her wand at the baby. "You little brat..." She choked to a stop as a sharp phoenix beak was pressed to her throat.

Severus's icy breath brushed her cheek. "Do not even think about it, Skeeter, or I will use your entrails in my next potion and leave the rest of you in the owlery for the owls to pick at." The woman grew steadily paler as he spoke before finally turning to see that all of the teachers of the school had surrounded her, wands drawn. By their expressions they were not happy with her. Albus stood regally with Kit and Artemis flanking his sides and Seleyna in front of him. The power rolled off of them, as did their anger.

"I do believe it is time for you to go, Skeeter," Minerva said.

"And we will be escorting you," Seleyna added, casting a hovering charm on the woman. Skeeter screeched again but quieted as Severus glared at her. After nodding the two women left, the cow floating between them. "Oh, Skeeter, I'm sorry, I didn't know your head was there..." floated after them.

The Potions Master looked down to see Harry staring at him uncertainly. "Hawwy bad boy?" He asked in a whisper, green eyes filling with tears.

Severus scooped his child into his arms and kissed his forehead. "Childing, you did nothing wrong and although you made a mess you did clean it up."

Seri nodded and patted his head. "No worries, fireling, we won't let her around you anymore." A sleepy smile crossed the child's face and he closed his eyes, sticking his thumb in his mouth.

"I do believe that he needs to go to bed," Artemis commented.

Kit ran a hand over the black head. "Thank you for saving my wedding, fire baby," She suddenly grinned at her husband. "Artemis, I want one! I want a baby!"

Artemis groaned and the family erupted into soft laughter, not wanting to wake the baby.

This was the end to another good day.

(End of chapter 34)

The ending of that stunk in a big way I'll admit but at least I got this done. Sorry I took so long but I've been ultra busy, sorry, can't help that.

Challenge for all of my readers: There is a week in the chapter that I did not specifically tell what happened. If you would, I would like you to write about it and then give me the titles so I can put the titles at the bottom for all to browse. Also, Firestar038 has started a story "A Journey into the Past" that is very good and I would suggest it for reading.

Again I apologize for taking so long.

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Next chap: We get Harry back to fifteen and everyone pays at least one visit.