A/N This short chapter is a special treat for those who wanted to see more Harry, Phoebe and Severus, so I have postponed the wedding for another chapter.

The second year Slytherin/Gryffindor class was chatting happily, either with each other or with the paintings on the timeline behind them, waiting for their professor to show up. Fiona finished her drawing of Salazar Slytherin. The stern looking founder had assumed a ridiculous looking pose for the girl, something Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were giggling over.

Professor Potter entered the room. To the surprise of his students, Severus toddled in with him, holding on to his pinkie. The child babbled incoherently, but became quiet when he saw the class. Sticking a finger in his mouth, he looked shyly up at the wizard.

"Awww," the females in the room, live ones as well as paintings, cooed when the Professor took the child on his arm where the boy hid his head against the man's neck.

"Hello class," Harry said, patting the small back, "as you can see, we have a little guest today. The Headmaster was unexpectedly called away, and Miss Phoebe refused to take him. She muttered something about good practice but I tried to ignore her."

Snickers from the boys and glares from the girls made Severus look up.

"Ona!" he said in surprise, when he spotted his occasional playmate.

"Hey Sev," Fiona waved, "are you going to learn History too?"

Severus tugged Harry's hair. "Ona. Ona sit."

Harry lowered the boy to the floor, and he made his way over to Fiona, who hoisted him on her lap. She fished out some muggle crayons and gave Severus a spare piece of parchment, which he started to color with great enthusiasm.

The Professor began the lecture.

"Awy!" Severus waved his fist about, "Awy! Itty."

Harry nodded. "…and so the Goblins influenced the Muggle banking system in the late Middle Ages…yes, Junior, it's very pretty. Now that the Muggle banks began to emerge, liaisons were appointed and Gringotts…Junior, don't put that in your mouth. Fiona…"

The girl had already taken the crayon from the boy and cleaned his hands.

"Yuck, Sevvy, don't do that."

"ECH," Severus said, scrunching up his face like Fiona.

After a while, he got bored. Slipping off Fiona's lap, he moved to study the timeline. He carefully touched Gryffindor's leg with his finger.

"Oy, tiny knight, what it thou wishes?" the Founder asked. Severus giggled and started chasing the figures with his hands. Soon screams were filling the classroom as the esteemed Wizards, Witches, Goblins, Centaurs, House Elves and many others ran around the wall trying to stay safe from the crayon-covered toddler.

Harry sighed, took a shrunken playpen from his pocket and set it up in a corner, full of toys. He deposited the child into it, who pouted at him.

"Now, don't give me that look, Junior. You know I can't stand it when you look at me like that…no, I am not letting you out, no matter how sweet you look. Alright, YOU explain it to Phoebe."

Fortunately for him, and the class that was giggling and snickering now, the name reminded Severus of his stuffed phoenix. He reached for it with one hand and discovered another interesting toy with the other. Soon he was playing and Harry sighed in relief.

"Now…where were we? Thank you for your efforts, Fiona."

"You're welcome, Professor. And you were telling us about Gringotts' influence on the Muggle banking system."

"Ah, that's right! I also have good news. My friends at Gringotts have agreed to give my second years a tour next Saturday. So you and the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff class are going on a field trip. We will be leaving early in the morning, and eat lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. If, and I say IF, I can find enough staff and seventh years to accompany us, you may all have an hour after lunch to spend in Diagon Alley. The last part of the afternoon we will be visiting Ollivanders. Our next project is the history of wands and wandmaking. He will show you some ancient wands, so be sure to read up on the subject before we go."

Excited whispers ran through the classroom. A trip to Diagon Alley, when they weren't yet allowed to go on Hogsmeade weekends – that was a real treat.

Later that day, after lunch, Harry took the child to his own rooms and sat down to read Severus a story.

"You were so well behaved in class today, I was very proud of you," he lifted the child over his head, a game Severus still loved. "I have to rest for a bit now, Junior. Shall I read you about Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Frog Factory?"

Severus listened as Harry read him the book, pointing out his favourite pictures on the page.

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Phoebe peeked around the door at about four that afternoon and smiled. On the lounge were her fiancée and Severus, both fast asleep. Severus lay in the circle of Harry's arm. Both dark heads had fallen to the right a bit and the book was laying open on their laps. Obviously neither had outlasted the story.

She smiled, and snuggled in on the other side of the huge lounge chair. Laying her head on Harry's shoulder, and one arm over both him and Severus, she closed her eyes to enjoy a few moments of peace as well.

Albus Dumbledore, arriving half an hour later, didn't have the heart to wake them, and softly retreated to his own rooms.