Summary: Can one person and fate make the difference in Severus' life?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, sue me and become poor.
A/N: This fic is AU, not canon. and thanks! to my beta Karri
Now to my reviewers!
viva rose: Welcome to the fic!
AccioSeverus: Yes, Harry is very lucky to have Severus for a dad, gives you a party
Liniya: hehehe Severus liking the Weasley's
SeulWolfe: I am sure they will LOL
juliedecarson: The slumber party awaits you
Lady Lily3: sniff no Draco at the party, sorry
sparkling silver angel wings: LMAO! please wipe off any drool before returning him
mb: It is sad Harry did not know, and he is in for fun with Ron and Harry
Ceyxa: Thanks! I do love the angst, and yet the happy moments too
athenakitty: It would take many people to shove Hagrid
All of you make me smile with your reviews, thanks! Now on with the fic!
Chapter 13
Dinner was a calm affair as Harry insisted Severus choose the meal, and they dined on rack of lamb, and Yorkshire pudding. Even Ron thought the meal was good, and both boys dove into the baked Alaska for dessert. Severus sat back at the table to relax from a long day, and watched Harry sneaking pieces of lamb to his kitten under the table. He cleared his throat and got Harry's attention.
"Did you enjoy your birthday, Harry?"
Harry looked at his father like he was insane. "Of course I did, I've never had so much fun in all my life."
Severus grinned from ear to ear, which was almost scary since this was not normal for the potion master. "Well, your birthday is not over yet. Why don't you and Mr Weasley go and play in your room."
Harry was about to comment on where would Ron possibly sleep, because there was only one bed in his room, but thought better of it. He would sleep on the floor and let Ron have the bed. Getting up, Harry picked up his kitten, and Ron followed him to his room, but when Harry opened the door he let out a squeak in amazement.
His room now had two beds, and a whole corner was filled with games. "How, I mean why, I mean Dad how is this possible?"
Severus chuckled. "Magic can do many things Harry. Now you and Ron go and play for awhile, your father needs some time to relax."
Severus sat down on the couch, and poured himself another glass of wine. It was soothing to hear Harry and Ron playing what he assumed was exploding snap and, laughing. He was glad he could give his son something to remember on his birthday, and he swore he would maim those Muggles for what they had done. No punishment would be great enough. He was about to become enraged again at the very thought of their treatment of Harry, when something nudged his leg. Before he could look down Snow jumped into his lap, and began to paw a place out to lie down. Once settled, the kitten fell asleep purring.
Harry and Ron had just finished their third game of exploding snap, when something flew by Harry's head and knocked him off the bed. Getting up off the floor, Harry looked at Ron, and scowled. "What was that for?"
"Haven't you ever had a pillow fight?"
Harry shook his head no. "Those Muggles really didn't let you have any fun did they?" At the look on Harry's face, Ron sobered. "You whack each other with a pillow until one person gives up or the pillow has no feathers left. Here, you have the first shot," Ron said handing Harry one of the pillows.
Harry took the pillow and whacked Ron gently on the back. "Come on Harry, that wouldn't have knocked down my grandma. You can hit harder than that, it's a pillow, for Merlin's sake, and it won't hurt."
Harry took the pillow, and this time whacked Ron so hard he fell right down on his bottom. "Now that is the way to do it," grinned Ron, before he picked up his own pillow, and charged at Harry. They fought back and forth, and Ron let out a cry of victory when he knocked Harry off the bed he was standing on, but it was a false cry, as Harry came up and whacked him, taking out his legs, and sending him tumbling to the floor.
Severus was sitting on the couch was wondering what in the world the boys could be doing that sounded like they were trying to tear the whole house down. He went to the door and flung it open, and immediately was caught in the face by a pillow meant for Ron. Spitting out feathers, he glanced to see who had thrown it and saw Harry backing away, cowering at the sight of him.
"I'm sorry Father, I didn't mean to, please don't punish me," Harry stammered. Ron had also dropped his pillow and was standing as though Severus were an executioner.
Severus allowed a wicked sneer to cross his face, and before either boy knew what happened, two pillows came hurtling towards them both, and swept them from their feet. "I believe I shall be declared the winner here tonight," Severus claimed, but his vow fell short when the two relieved boys came running to him pillow in hand.
Ron and Harry spent the next hour double teaming Severus, and the room was covered in feathers. No one heard the door to the room open, or the headmaster of Hogwarts enter. They did, however, hear the chuckle that erupted from the old wizard. Severus snapped his head up from the bed where Ron and Harry were both whacking him with their feather worn pillows. "Headmaster, I did not know you were coming back. Is there something I can help you with?"
"No, Severus. I merely came back to wish Harry goodnight, but it seems I have caught you at a bad time. I will take my leave of you now, and wish you all pleasant dreams."
Severus seemed happy with this, and he did not even flinch when Dumbledore pulled a feather off his robes. Right before he turned to go back to Ron and Harry, Severus could have sworn he saw a flash, but he ignored it as Harry and Ron were circling him pillows in hand.
Dumbledore closed the door, and placed the camera back in his pocket. Now he had proof that Severus Snape was soft at heart, and he would laugh for hours at the picture of the feared potion master with feathers on top of his head, looking like a chicken exploded in his face.
Several minutes later, the occupants in the room called a truce as no feathers were left in the pillows, and the room was now layered in them. Lotty came in, and after a look of horror cleaned the room, while the three of them had hot chocolate, and cookies. Harry began to yawn, and Severus suggested they both got to bed, for it had been a long day. He wondered how Harry would react to sleeping alone in the room, but was amazed as Harry crawled right into his bed, tucking Snow under the covers with him. It took only minutes, and soon both boys had drifted off to sleep, the only sounds coming from the room were their gentle breathing. Severus closed the door, and went to his own room. He crawled into his own bed, and found he missed his son already.
Drifting off to sleep himself, he wondered what he had done to deserve a son so special. He wondered how Harry would do once he entered Hogwarts, and just how would the other children treat him, but there was time to worry about that later. Severus coughed, and spit out the feather from his mouth, before closing his eyes to sleep.