Chapter 4: The Curious Aspect Of Muggle Reasoning

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The Bedroom, The Sinclair Residence, Unknown World...

Bright golden rays from the morning sun had done quite a number on Snape's ability to sleep in peace as he attempted to roll about in the bed he last found himself losing consciousness in. Unfortunately for him, when the Potions Master attempted to roll over he noted an extra bit of weight on his chest and found himself staring into the eyes of an unknown figure that seemed to have taken on his features. The figure had been a fair complected young girl of about seven years in age with raven locks down to her shoulders and a nose thankfully that resembled the one Hermione Granger had since the day she entered Hogwarts Castle. Snape's vision seemed to settle after a few moments and the constant need for giggles from the obnoxious she creature had completely roused him from his slumber.

"What are you doing here?" he asked meeting her evidently pleasant gaze.

"Good morning Daddy." said the girl with a warm wide smile. "You sleep any more and you'll miss us all opening presents."

"Presents?" asked Snape in utter confusion.

"It's almost Christmas Daddy." said The girl. "Mummy said to let you sleep but if you do you'll miss everything."

"I can't image why anyone would want to do such a thing." said Snape in a dry tone.

The girl giggled as her eyes lit up in amusement.

"You're funny, Daddy." she said then proceeded to hug him.

Snape sighed more than disappointed that the girl seemed to be well verse in sarcasm, but then again being his so called child he would not have expected anything less.

"You have no idea." he replied in the same dry tone.

"Come on Daddy, get your robe on so you can have hot chocolate with us." insisted the girl.

"Alright." grumbled Snape. "Not like I'll be getting any rest here any...bloody nuisance."

The girl laughed again as he got out of bed, finding it an increasingly difficult task with stiff bones due to the cold and lack of motion due to the drugs.

"My name's not nuisance Daddy." she said. "It's Eileen."

"I know very well what your name is." said Snape annoyed. "It's apparent that you were named after my mother."

"Daddy, Gram's name is Minerva." said Eileen with a smile.

Snape resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"And you call yourself my child?" he said stifling his annoyance as he put on a thick dark green house robe and forest green slippers.

"Funny Daddy." said little Eileen still with her smile.

It had occurred to Snape that her smile had been brighter than all the rays of the sun that disrupted his slumber.

"Well you've gotten me out of bed...where is this hot chocolate you've been raving about?" he asked.

Little Eileen took the man she knew to be her father by the hand and lead him down toward the hall and the staircase that lead toward the sitting room.

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The Sitting Room, The Sinclair Residence, Unknown World...

Snape instantly felt the uncomfortable warmth and oppressive aspect of being surrounded by family members as he made his way toward the sofa lined with familiar and not so familiar faces. Everyone in attendance seemed to favor hot chocolate and wore holiday attire.

"There he is." said Albus Dumbledore wearing an atrocious scarlet holiday sweater with an apparently drunken animal on the front. "My son...with the rest of the family for the holidays as it should be."

Snape opened his mouth to point out that he and the old fool were not in the least related but noted the expression on Hermione's face.

"Whatever you say...father." replied Snape eyeing the black mug on the counter with his initials on the front.

He said nothing as he moved toward it moved about the kitchen until he poured himself and Eileen a hot cup of hot chocolate. She smiled as he seemed to know instantly how she preferred it giving her extra marshmallows and taking his plain. The eyes of everyone in the sitting room from Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa to Hermione and the boys were on him the moment he stepped back inside.

Minerva got to her feet and made her way over toward him with a warm smile.

"You seem to be doing well Sidney." she said approving his less confused state.

"I believe we are here to enjoy hot chocolate." he said choosing not to be the one to bring down the festivities.

"Indeed we are." said Albus with a warm smile.

Eileen took Snape by the hand and lead him toward the sofa next to her mother.

"I suppose we can truly enjoy the holiday now." said Lucius with a smile.

Snape turned his attention to his young godson.

"It's good to see you Draco." he said evidently pleased the boy seemed to be doing well.

"Likewise Uncle Sid, everyone was just telling me that you were ill." replied the sleek blond wizard.

"I suppose we are." said Snape.

Hermione had been watching him from the moment he arrived from the bedroom with Eileen leading him by the hand. The Potions Master knew being drugged or possibly locked away meant he couldn't find the enchantress who could undo all of the chaos his life had become since their initial encounter and deduced that if he was going to be stuck in this strange world, he needed allies.

Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa were natural choices and of course Eileen if he were going to convince the troublesome woman he didn't need to be carted off to some mental ward.

"It's good to see you up and about Sidney." said Hermione attempting to make conversation.

Snape said nothing as he silently sipped from his mug and turned his attention back to the other so called relatives.

Harry Potter was sitting beside the fire busy seeing to his black mongrel. The dog wasn't in the least thrilled to see the man of the house as it began to growl and bark once their eyes met.

"Padfoot what's gotten into you?...it's just Dad." said Harry confused as to his dog's strange behavior.

Snape seemed slightly amused that even in this strange life everything remained the same between him and the mongrel known as Sirius Black.

"Take him outside Harry." advised Hermione.

"Perhaps he needs to go." added Albus.

"Right." said Harry getting to his feet and leaching the black mongrel as it growled at Snape.

No sooner did Harry attempt to take the dog toward the door, it broke free of his hold and rushed toward Snape. Lucius grabbed the dog before it got out of hand and everyone looked at the man whom seemed to have expected the reaction from the dog.

"Bloody Mongrel." muttered Snape before he got to his feet and made his way toward the kitchen.

"Sorry Dad...I don't know what's gotten into him today." said Harry apologetic.

"It's fine." replied Snape through clenched teeth. "Perhaps it's all the being confined that's made him so unruly...fresh air would do him good."

"Right." said Harry once more commanding his dog's leash. "Come on Padfoot."

The dog growled at Snape once more before being pulled outside by Harry.

"Well, that was amusing...I believe I need to retire back to bed I feel another headache coming on." he said before heading back upstairs.

"Daddy." said Eileen. "We're suppose to be together today."

"Alright...but if the dog charges again he's going into the fireplace." said Snape meaning very much to be done with the likes of the black mongrel.

"Someone sounds a bit cranky." said the red head young man Snape recognized to have been Ron Weasley, friend of Harry and Hermione both.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?" said The Potions Master in annoyance.

It seemed the golden trio stuck together even in this strange place.

Ron treated him to a smile.

Snape found that he had barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes in the wake of his annoyance. It seemed he was destined to be stuck in this place if he had not been of the mind to play the enchantress' little game.