Summary: Can one person and fate make the difference in Severus' life?
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A/N: This fic is AU, not canon. and thanks! to my beta Karri
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Chapter 17
Severus sat Harry down in a chair and looked at the small boy. "How did you do that Harry?" Harry was about to explain when Lotty entered the room.
"Dinner is ready whenever you would like to eat it, Master Snape. Lotty thought you might be needing this also," she said handing Severus back his wand. "Sir ran out of the house so fast he forgot it. Lotty saw it on the table and knew sir would not like to be without it."
Severus thanked the house elf, and tucked his wand back into this robes. He had discovered it was missing when he went to snatch it to levitate Harry back onto solid ground. Severus mentally chastised himself for forgetting it. He knew that blasted old fool Moody would never let him live it down if he knew. Calming these thoughts, he returned his gaze to meet his son's eyes.
"Harry, we need to talk about what happened outside. How, and when, did you learn to do that?"
Harry twisted his hands in his lap, and tried to keep from looking into his father's face. "I... sort of took one of your books without asking," Harry stuttered out.
Severus was confused. "What book, Harry?"
Harry got up from the chair and went over to his desk drawer. Opening it up he pulled the Standard Book of Spells out and handed it to his father. Standing straight, he folded his arms across his chest and huffed. "I was bored, and you weren't here. All the other books I have are baby books, and you said once that I could read anything I wanted."
Severus ran his hand through his hair, and noticed he was drenched in sweat from the sheer panic earlier. Calmly he took the book and turned to Harry. "Could you show me the spells you studied?"
For the next hour, Severus let Harry show him the pages he had read and the spells he had tried doing. "None of the spells work Daddy, I don't have a wand or anything."
Severus looked deep into Harry's eyes. "You will not always need a wand to perform magic."
Harry looked at his father and frowned. "Daddy, you said wizards used wands to do their magic."
Severus pulled him closer, and placed the book on the table. "Harry, there are some wizards who can do wandless magic. You, I assume, will have this ability."
"Can you do wandless magic Daddy?" Harry asked thinking his father could do anything.
"I have on a few occasions, but even I do not know how to tap into the power of it yet. This is a special gift Harry, and one you should not fear," he said seeing the terror starting to creep into Harry's eyes.
Harry smiled after his father revealed this small titbit to him. "Can I practice more?"
Severus stood and extended his hand. "There is plenty of time for that later, for now, perhaps you should just practice being young and having a bit of fun." Severus hoped Harry did not dwell on magic. He was two years away from Hogwarts, and he wanted the boy to play and do other things that a boy should be free to do, things that he had missed out on.
Harry took his hand, but pulled back. "You are going to leave me again, aren't you?"
Severus saw the hurt in his eyes, and with a long sigh he sat back down. "I will allow you to come and sit with me in class if, and only if, you do not touch anything. Do we understand one another?"
Severus didn't have to wait long, for Harry launched himself off the chair and into his arms. "You mean I get to come and watch you teach all those insufferable idiots?"
Severus snorted. "Yes, but you will refrain from calling them names, that is my job, and you will not touch any potion, cauldron, or disturb anyone."
"What am I allowed to do then?"
Severus put his finger to his temple. "You can watch, and maybe when you watch you will learn a few things. Making potions is a dangerous thing, and it takes skill, and talent."
Harry smiled and grabbed Severus' hand again. "When I grow up I want to be just like you Daddy."
Severus smiled down at his son. If Harry only knew how much those words had touched his heart. Picking the boy up, he whirled him around, and sat him down at the table. "Tonight I think I will let you choose our dinner."
Harry squealed with delight, and after whispering into Lotty's ear, the elf left with a pop. When she came back she had a box. Severus peered into the box, and popped his head back up. "I will not even venture a guess, so could you tell me what this thing is, and where is my silverware?"
"This is pizza, and you use your hands Daddy," Harry said looking at his father as though the man was insane.
"Use our hands like some kind of barbarians?" Severus said, truly mystified.
Harry giggled, and then picked up a slice. Soon after, Severus followed, and found he really did enjoy this odd thing called pizza. He ate a slice after flicking off a number of little black things; he hated olives. He had eaten four pieces and was then sitting back, quite full, when he heard a most horrifying noise. Beside him, Harry had opened his mouth to ask for another slice and a burp roared out that could rival the call of the trolls in the dark forest.
"Excuse me," Harry said, covering his mouth a little too late. Severus, however, was still staring at him, mouth hanging open in either disgust, or wonder, Harry could not figure out which.
"That, young man, was truly horrendous, but I must say I did not think such a noise could come from something so small. I think you are full, and it is time for bed for little boys who wish to go to school tomorrow."
Harry needed no other encouragement, and flew from the chair and into his room. By the time Severus got in there a couple of minutes later Harry was coming out of the bathroom, toothpaste still on the corner of his mouth.
He jumped into his bed, pulling the covers over him, book in hand. After a chapter of the fierce dragon and his companion, Harry was ready for sleep. "I can't wait till tomorrow Daddy."
Severus leaned down and kissed Harry on the head, and turned out the light. Walking to his own room, he wondered what he had gotten himself into. Shaking his head, he knew deep down he would enjoy having his son there, but those infernal students would never know it, not if he could help it. Smiling at the thought of it, he walked into to his bedroom. He felt like he was going to need a good night's rest for the day to come.
As the sun filtered into the room, Severus groaned, someone was poking him, and he wondered whom. As he opened his eyes he saw his son sitting on the bed trying to wake him up. "Come on, Daddy. Hurry up and get up so we can go."
"Some of us are not nine years old, and need more sleep," Severus said, trying to roll back over for an extra couple of minutes of sleep, but the constant poking and pleading had him sitting up. "I am now up, now go and get ready for breakfast." Severus had to smile as he watched his son jump off the bed and run from the room. He chuckled even louder when he heard Harry call him from the kitchen ten minutes later.
Severus walked in and sat down at the table, relishing his cup of coffee while he read the paper.
"Can we go now Daddy? I'm finished eating."
Severus peered over his paper, and sure enough, Harry's plate was empty. "Very well, but first we have to have a talk. When I am in class I am very different from the way I am here. You must understand that I must be strict with the children in my class; their lives depend on it at times. Do not be afraid. You will, however, remember my instructions to not touch anything, and to be very quiet."
Harry nodded his head yes, and grabbing his father's hand he went to the fireplace. "Can I throw the powder in?"
Severus handed him a handful, then taking Harry in his arms called out for Hogwarts, and in a flash of green they were gone.