Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do own Sean and Paddy. Snape may come across a bit OOC but that's only because he's being nice. SLASH!

Family

A/N I've had mixed responses to my questions but the one I liked most was the vote from someone (Sorry but my memories not good enough to remember who) who said it should be Seamus/Severus but Dean loves Seamus so I'm going with that. Sorry to whoever didn't want slash and sorry to the person who said that S/S would make them physically sick but I can't please everyone.

Chapter Five,

He was dead, completely and utterly dead. He hadn't done his homework and not just any homework, his potions homework. Snape was going to kill him. He was collecting the essays now, everyone handing them to him as he passed...only Seamus couldn't.

"Mr Finnigan, where is your essay?" Severus asked, his tone flat.

"I haven't done it sir," Seamus said quietly and a murmur went through the class.

"See me after class Mr Finnigan."

"Yes sir." He was dead.

The class filed out at the end of the lesson, Seamus friends sending him worried glances. He sat at his desk, not risking getting up in case it made Severus angrier.

"So where's your essay?" Severus asked, perching on the desk in front of Seamus, his tone giving away nothing.

"I didn't have time to do it."

"Why not?"

"Sean fell over and hurt himself last night so I was caring for him when I was going to do the essay," Seamus knew it was a terrible excuse but it was in fact the truth. Severus frowned at him. "He broke his arm, I had to take him to Madame Pomfrey."

"How did he break his arm?" Severus asked, sounding slightly worried.

"He fell down the stairs when they changed, it startled him."

"Is he alright now?" Severus asked.

"Yes, his arms in a cast and sling for a week but he's fine," Seamus smiled at the potions masters concern for a little boy. "I'll have the essay done by tomorrow sir."

"Alright, give it to me when you can. You may go now, and tell Sean I said to be more careful," Severus said getting up from his seat calmly.

"Thank you sir and I'll pass on your message. Oh and are you free to baby-sit tonight? It was supposed to be Professor McGonagall but she told me today she can't make it and I've already agreed to help Harry with the Quidditch trials," Seamus explained as he got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Yes I'll baby-sit tonight. I'll be round after dinner then."

"Thank you Professor."

"Seamus...why don't you join the team?" Harry asked as they watched the people trying out. It wasn't a nice sight, they were rather...bad. "We need a new chaser, three actually now that the girls have gone and a new pair of beaters."

"Ron's sister's a good chaser, keep her on and that Henry boy in 4th is alright," Seamus said, ignoring Harry's question. "Now for beaters I'd have to go with those two boys in 3rd, I know they're quite young but they work well as a team and their aim is better than the rest."

"What about the last Chaser?" Harry asked.

"Well...um...we could ask Dean..."

"What about you?" Harry asked. "You know you want to Seamus, why not just accept?"

"I've got too many responsibilities now..."

"Babysitters do exist you know?"

"I know but..."

"Please Seamus? Please? Please?"

"Fine."

"Great! You won't regret this Seamus!"

Seamus closed the door with a sigh and looked around, frowning when he didn't see anyone. Slowly he made his way into the boys bedroom and had to stifle a laugh with his hand. Snape was sat in the comfy chair by the bed, Sean in his lap, both sound asleep. A gurgle to his left disturbed the scene and he saw Paddy reaching out to him from his crib.

"Hello paddy," Seamus said quietly as he picked up the boy who clung to him immediately. Seamus's eyes strayed again to the sleeping pair, they did look really sweet - yes even Snape the feared Potions Master of Hogwarts looked sweet. "Let's leave them to sleep shall we?"

A/N There we go...la di daaaaaa...