A/N: thanks to my reviewers! I think this may have five or six more chapters to it.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say it? Everyone knows what's what.
Chapter 9: A Nighttime Request
"So Harry, how's the bed," McGonagall asked as she walked out of the bathroom and Dumbledore walked in. "It's fine," he replied turning off the TV. "That's good," she said while towel drying her hair. The two quietly chatted about this and that when they heard a knock at the door. "Harry will you be a dear and get that please? It's probably Alisia and Severus," she replied tying back her long hair. "Of course Professor," he replied and opened the door to a very amusing sight.
There in the doorway stood Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts and ex-death eater, in yellow flannel pajamas covered with green snakes. "What are you wearing," he asked in between fits of laughter? "I'm glad you fined my choice of night wear so amusing Potter," he snapped as he and Alisia made their way in the room, "for your information these were a gift." "Who was crazy enough to buy you those," Harry asked taking a seat next to him on the couch? "Albus," the three professors replied as if it were the most obvious thing.
"That explains why he's actually wearing them," Harry chuckled as the man in question walked out of the bedroom clad in nothing but red and gold boxers. "Nice to see you still show house spirit," Alisia retorted as she and the others continued to stare at the old man. "What," he started but upon realizing who was in the room cried, "bloody hell," and ran back into the bathroom. "I've never knew dad could get so flustered," Alisia laughed as Minerva took a pair of her husband's pajamas into the bathroom.
Five minutes later Albus came back out of the bathroom dressed in dark blue pajama bottoms and a light blue shirt and the meeting began. "So Sev and I decided that we would go to the car dealership down the road and buy a new car. And you three can spend the day roaming around the town," Alisia explained. "We'll leave after lunch tomorrow and with gas and bathroom stops we should get fairly close if not all the way to the cottage my early the next morning," Severus added. "Sound perfectly splendid to me," Minerva said as she finished braiding her daughter's hair. "I agree," replied Albus. "Me too," added Harry. "Well since that's settled…Sev and I will leave you three alone," Alisia replied kissing her parents goodnight and leaving the room.
"Are you terribly angry with us for keeping so much from you," Minerva asked later that night as they were climbing into bed? "Not so much," he sighed, "It's just that…. Well it's a lot you know." "Believe it or not Harry we really do understand," Albus replied, "but we hope you realize we had only your best intentions at heart. We really do love and care for you." "I think I do," he replied and then turned on his side to face them, "I know this is a huge secret that I can't tell anyone and your still my teachers but…well…can I…" "Can you what," Minerva asked? "Well when people aren't watching and during the summer…can I call you Grams and Granddad," he asked expectantly?
The two adults looked at the boy and then each other as they silently communicated. Then Minerva turned back to Harry with a big smile on her face and said, "If that's what you really want dear…" he shook his head, "then nothing would make us happier," she beamed. "Great," he smiled his first true one since school ended. "Now as both your head of house and grandmother it is my duty to inform you that if you do not go to sleep right now…we will not be going out tomorrow," she said in her best strict teacher voice, butt the effect was slightly muddled by her smile. "Yes Grams," he laughed rolling his eyes as they all fell into the first comfortable and peaceful sleep any of them have had in a while.
A/N: In case you all would like to know. Alisia was wearing black silk bottoms with a black camisil with a green snak on the hem. Minerva had on red silk pajamas. Harry was wearing blue flannel bottoms and a white t-shirt. Needless to say their pajamas were not particular to the story, but just to let you know what they were wearing.