A/N. A miracle! I've updated. Don't worry, as I said before, I do not abandon fics. This one had just been waiting in line while I was working on a whole load of other things.

This chapter contains fluff. Loads of it. Be warned.

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The students in the Great Hall were, by now, used to seeing the Headmaster at the Head Table, accompanied by a small child. Recently, the small child had been moved from the sling rider to a high chair, and made attempts to eat. Most students were amused by the change, because more often than not, either the Headmaster or Professor Potter ended up covered in babyfood.

This morning, however, Professor Potter seemed completely oblivious to anything that wasn't Miss Phoebe. And Miss Phoebe appeared extraordinarily unaware of any of her surroundings except the surrounding named Professor Potter. They talked softly, faces close together, something laughing at a private joke. Suddenly, Professor Potter shyly leaned forward, and with the utmost gentleness kissed Miss Phoebe's lips.

The girls in the room collectively swooned, torn between jealousy and…well, jealousy. The boys were simpler in their reactions. They just whistled and several calls of"Go Professor Potter" were heard.

Severus looked around startled at first, but when he saw the two next to him, he clapped his hands along with the students, and cried "Awy! Awy!"

That day, the record for the reddest face in the Great Hall, previously held by Ronald Weasley, was broken by both Professor Potter AND Miss Phoebe.

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"Awy?" Severus asked, his large dark eyes searching Harry's face, "Dada?"

"Granddad had to run some errants, Junior," Harry told the child, "He'll be back soon. You're going to spend the afternoon with me and Phoebe."

"Eep?" the little boy asked, and when Harry laughed, he repeated the word happily. "EEP! EEP!"

He bounced on Harry's arm. "EEP!"

Phoebe, who had been sitting on the couch in Harry's rooms, looked up from her book when they entered. "Hey, little man," she smiled, "how are you today."

"I'm fine," Harry replied with a smirk, "thank you, dear."

Phoebe stuck out her tongue and reached out to take Severus from him.

"EEP!" Severus cried excitedly, "EEP!"

Seeing Harry look sheepish, Phoebe bit her lip. "You taught him a new word, didn't you, Harry James Potter?"

She cuddled the child. "We are going to have fun today, aren't we? Yes we are! Look what Uncle Harry made you!"

She put the child on the floor near a wooden trainset that Harry had made earlier that day. Severus crawled over immediately and tried it out. The train emitted a whistle whenever he pushed it. The wagons had wooden blocks in them, and he started to play contently, ignoring Harry and Phoebe.

"He prefers wooden blocks over us," Harry complained.

"Until he gets hungry, and you're the one holding the bottle," Phoebe teased.

"Humph," was Harry's undignified response.

"Oh, don't feel bad, sweetheart. You know that if he is scared or feels bad, he will rush back to us," she comforted, running her hand through her new boyfriend's dark hair.

"I like this," she admitted with a shy smile.

Harry snuggled closer to her. "I like this too," he sighed.

Cuddled together on the couch, they were content to simply be together and watch the little boy play.

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"Molly – I know you hoped Harry would one day marry Ginny. But face it, dear, that's not going to happen. We've always said that Harry is like our seventh son, and I feel that we should get to know the woman he loves. Welcome her as we would every daughter-in-law."

The redhaired woman sat down. "I know, Arthur, and I'm not proud of how our youngest children behaved at Christmas, but I thought…"

Her husband sighed. "Molly, I don't think any of us can be very proud of ourselves when it comes to Harry. We let him down. We should accept that he loves someone else, someone who, as far as I have heard, is very worthy of him."

He took his wife's hand in his own. "I've invited Harry and Phoebe over for lunch tomorrow. They will be bringing Albus and little Severus along."

"Tomorrow?" Mrs Weasley's head shot up. "Why haven't you told me that before, Arthur? Oh, I have to decide on what to eat…a nice hot lunch. Soup, I think, a nice roast…stop LAUGHING, Arthur, and help me get everything ready!"

Fortunately, by the time her visitors arrived the next day, Molly's lunch was perfect. Harry and Phoebe stepped through the Floo, smiling at Arthur who was waiting for them. Albus followed with Severus on his arm. Arthur, who had occasionally visited Harry at Hogwarts, smiled at the child. The baby gave him a wide grin in return.

"Welcome. I do hope you are hungry, Molly's gone overboard with her cooking as usual," the Weasley patriarch led them into the kitchen.

"Arthur Weasley, you have never complained about my cooking before," his wife bustled about, setting the table, "hello, Harry dear."

She kissed his cheek. "And this must be Phoebe." The young woman, with the scar on her face that, as Arthur had told her, came from bravely defending her family, instantly triggered Molly's mother instincts.

"Come, sit down, dear, and have a drink. Oh, Albus, you brought the little one! Good, I've made some babyfood especially for him. Charlie and Percy loved this when they were his age…"

Severus stared at the woman, who he hadn't seen since he was five months old. Her frantic running about intimidated him until Arthur, who saw he was about to cry, took him from the Headmaster and played games with him.

"The twins are already here, digging up some of their old things in the garage," Molly informed them, "Ron and Ginny will be home soon."

When the four redheads entered almost at the same time, Severus started to pout and reached for his Granddad. Dumbledore held him close and kissed the dark hair.

The twins greeted the guests, patting Harry's shoulder and bowing deeply to kiss Phoebe's hand, which made her giggle. Ron and Ginny smiled warmly, apologised to Harry for the last time they saw each other, and even spared a smile for Severus, who hid his head in Dumbledore's beard.

The twins soon succeeded in drawing him out, showing him their Mini-Filibusters – "Fireworks for the Dinner Table," said George – and throwing a small glass bead to the floor which broke and materialised into a stuffed Phoenix. Fred gave it to Severus, who happily hugged it.

"Can we…"

"hold him?" the twins asked Dumbledore.

The Headmaster's eyes twinkled. "No corrupting him with your pranks!" he warned.

"US? Headmaster, we are hurt…"

"that you would deem us capable of corrupting such an innocent young soul."

Fred held out his hands to Severus, and the child let himself be taken from Albus's lap. He studied Fred's face and pointed at the Phoenix.

"What are you going to call it, little one?" Fred asked.

Severus played with the soft feathers, before sticking his thumb in his mouth. "Eep," he said softly.

"Eep?" Fred asked.

"Eep the Phoenix it is, then," George decided, seeing Harry nearly slide under the table to avoid Phoebe's glare.

Ron and Ginny exchanged dark looks.

"So, Phoebe," Ginny started in a friendly voice, "how do you like Hogwarts?"

"Oh, it is wonderful," Phoebe replied, "I had to get used to it's size, but I never tire of it. Of course, I'm happy Harry teaches at Hogwarts – I couldn't imagine a long-distance relationship."

Arthur beamed at them, even though he kept half an eye on his youngest son and daughter. Fred and George did a happy dance with Severus, who clapped his hands and laughed. Molly ruffled Harry's hair.

"I'm glad you two are happy," she decided in that moment to mollycoddle Phoebe as much as she tried to do to Harry.

The mood was happy and light when they started their meal, for which Harry was grateful. The introduction of Phoebe to the Weasley family had been a success, he thought as he dug into Molly's excellent cooking.

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"We're too late! They're dating already. Ron, we have to do something. Harry's mine."

"And that horrible Snape brat that everyone is doting on! What woman would ever have – oh, I don't even want to think about it."

His sister suddenly smirked. "I think I have a plan. Listen…"