"Fishies!" cried Harry happily, trying to reach into the water and grab one.

Snape had brought them outside for today, as it was Saturday and a Hogsmeade weekend. They were sitting by the lake, Snape in a lighter set of black robes than his usual ones and Harry in a t-shirt and swim shorts with a swimming nappy underneath.

"Careful Harry," Snape said from behind his newest potions journal.

"K' Daddy!" Harry called from the waters edge. Snape was sitting on a dark blanket they had brought out, a little ways away from the waters edge.

Harry toddled forward giggling as the cold water tickled his toes. He reached down wanting to find a seashell. His hand swirled around in the water digging through the murky sand and mud. As he ran a hand along the mud he felt something hard and smooth.

"Daddy I's foun' somethin'!" Harry crowed reaching into the water and snatching it up. He held his hand up to his face to inspect his treasure. It was a shiny and smooth orange rock with a wavy pattern on it.

"Look Daddy!" Harry said bounding over to him to show him what he had found.

Snape looked up from his reading, his eyes warm as he waited for Harry to reach him.

"What did you find?"

"T'easure!" he thrust his hand into Daddy's face wanting him to see how pretty it was.

"Wow, it's very nice Harry, maybe we can put it on display on the mantle?" Daddy suggested, cleaning the mud and sand off it with the edge of the blanket.

"Yeah," Harry said smiling at Daddy, Daddy was the best. He left his treasure with Daddy for safe keeping while he went back to the water.

"Hiya Harry!"

Harry's head whipped around a big smile on his face as he spotted Neville walking over to them.

"Neville!" Harry waved him over, he needed a partner to hunt for treasure.

"Hello Professor," Neville said nodding politely to Snape. Daddy eyed him for a minute before nodding back. Since the incident in the classroom earlier in the week, Snape had been very cordial to Neville even going as far as to thank him for saving Harry.

Neville went over to Harry, pulling off his socks and shoes and leaving them on the grass. He rolled up his pants to the knee so he could stand next to Harry in the cold water.

"Oooo! That's cold," Neville said as his feet hit the water.

Harry giggled as he leaned down and scooped up a handful of water before throwing it at Neville hitting him square in the face.

"Oi!" Neville called reaching down and splashing Harry back getting his shirt all wet.

"D'is means war!" Harry called running away form him and trying to splash him at the same time.

Neville laughed as he scooped up some water and aimed it Harry. Harry dodged it easily, and countered with his own splash, soaking Neville's shirt and pants.

"Woohoo!" Harry laughed at Neville's affronted face as he was soaked.

"Arggghhh," Neville growled lunging for Harry and tackling him into the water. Harry shrieked as he hit the water, splashing and laughing with Neville. Neville kept an arm around Harry just incase he couldn't swim as he played with him.

"Careful," Snape called keeping an eye on them.

"Daddy come!" Harry pleaded flailing his arms all about trying to stay up right.

"Uh, no." Daddy said snapping the pages of journal smartly before going back to reading.

Harry pouted, Daddy was too far to splash from here.

"Aww, don't pout. How about we make a sandcastle?" Neville offered, trying to keep Harry in a good mood. He knew it had been a while since Harry had been outside for a long period of time, he wanted today to be a great day.

"Wi'f a moat? And a flag?!" Harry asked scrambling out of the water, he had never built a sandcastle before, but he had always wanted to.

"What kind of castle doesn't have a moat and a flag?!" Neville said trudging out of the water. His jeans and shirt were soaked but the smile on Harry's face made it worth it.

Harry and Neville settled down, building an elaborate castle complete with a moat, flag and of course a potions garden in the back for Daddy.

Harry looked at his castle with pride it was the best sand castle in the entire world.

"Daddy, looks at the castle! It's the bestest!" Harry called running over to him. Daddy put down his journal, and smiled at the castle. He looked back to Harry the smile sliding off his face.

"Harry, you're burnt!" Daddy said his face frown as he gently tugged Harry next to him on the blanket.

"Burn?" Harry asked looked down at himself, his clothes didn't look burnt.

"Not your clothes, dove. Your face, and neck," Daddy sighed as he gentle hand over the red skin. Harry hissed at the touch and jerked away.

Daddy tsked and dropped his hand. "We'll need to put some cream on that, but I'd like to add some more sunscreen to your arms and legs," Daddy picked up the vial of his special made stuff. He poured some in his hand and smeared it all over Harry's arms much to his displeasure.

"Daddyyyyy," Harry whined trying to break free of his grip.

"Almost done," he said finishing of his legs and rubbing the excess on the blanket.

Neville sat down on the grass next to the blanket, his shoes and socks next to him.

Daddy finally let him go, and Harry went running off. He charged towards a flock of ducks rawring as they flew away form him.

After he had chased the birds for a bit Harry became very tired, so he went back to Daddy shivering slightly.

"C-cold Daddy," Harry said sitting in Daddy's lap. Daddy wrapped a large towel around him cuddling him close. Daddy smirked as he spiked up Harry's still wet hair, making it all stand up. Harry stuck his thumb in his mouth leaning into Daddy's warm chest. Harry began to lightly dose on his chest. Building a castle was hard work.

Minerva walked down the lawn, the severe expression on her face softening as she caught sight of them.

"Severus," she said "Hello Mr. Longbottom,"

"Hello Professor, I was just leaving," Neville waved good bye to them as he jogged back to the castle intent on a nice long shower.

"Minerva," Snape greeted, he was loath to wake Harry so he didn't move.

"I've just come from Filch's office,"

"Oh? How's Miss Parkinson faring? Regretting it yet?" Snape knew he was smirking, and he knew she could hear the happiness in his voice.

"She will, spending her every free moment in detention with Filch will give her some time to think" she said lowly, she had been outraged to hear what she had tried to do to Harry.

"Have you heard form young Mr. Weasley again?" Snape asked, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Harry.

"Yes, he came into my office again today asking about Harry if he was alright. Although he still refuses to visit him," she shook her head. "stubborn boy,"

"Yes well, I'm not sure Harry needs that drama right now on top of everything else" Snape said running a hand through Harry's spikey hair affectionately. Harry was finally starting to heal.