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An Odd Sort of Family	By : danniperson Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER ONE

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The house was tall. And yellow. The house was tall and yellow. It stood five stories tall, mainly because the house was so narrow and looked more like a tower than a house. The roof and the door were burgundy, and every knob on every door was rusted, as was the old fashioned metal door knocker. The windows were all different shapes and were made out of stained glass making each room colorful until you pulled the curtains closed over them. If that wasn't bad enough, there was a fountain in front of the house…a stone cherub spitting water out of his mouth, standing up on one toe. It was the most hideous and the most ridiculous house Severus Snape had ever laid eyes on, and somehow it was now home.

Sighing, he stepped forward and began his journey down the curving stone pathway to the door. On the way there, he considered many things. Such as whether or not this was a good idea. He could always just leave and say it was prudent for him to remain in his own house on Spinner's End. Then again, too many awful memories lived in that house. But he couldn't very well live here, in this house. It meant that he would have ot accept all that he had done, how he'd ruined his life. It was horrible to think of it that way, but there really was no other way to put it. Everything had changed, and Severus couldn't see how it was for the better.

Shaking his head, he opened the door and stepped in, immediately bathed in the blue light of the living room. Severus deeply considered breaking the damn window, throwing a book or the couch through it, but he had reluctantly agreed to the most important rule of living here: keeping the peace. And breaking the blue atrocity was certainly not keeping peace. Maybe if he asked if he could break the window…and then the rest of them.

"Um…g-…uh…hello."

Severus turned on his heel, surprised, and saw him standing in the doorway leading into the kitchen. Potter. He was twenty-one now, and different from his days as a student. A war will do that to you. He looked much the same as ever. Unruly black hair, the same brilliant green eyes, a few inches taller, muscular, though hidden under baggy clothes. Khaki pants and a red sweater with lots of stains. He looked exhausted, dark shadows underneath his eyes and looking paler than usual. Severus felt some guilt, knowing they both had blame in why their lives had changed so dramatically and why they were now living together.

Severus noticed that Potter was holding a pair of scissors in his hand and half of a page from the Daily Prophet. Noticing the older man's glance, he held up the paper.

"The…uh…announcement," Potter explained, shrugging. He felt it, too. The strangeness of the situation. The awkwardness. It would always be like that. Strange and awkward.

"Did they get everything right?" Severus asked.

"Yeah," he replied. He picked up the paper and continued cutting.

"Good," Severus said. Even if this was unpleasant, he couldn't allow those imbeciles at the Prophet to screw up their announcement. As Potter continued cutting, Severus looked around the living room. The walls were bare and were painted a hideous shade of forest green that looked even worse in blue light. Everything about the bloody house needed to be changed. The only redeeming quality in the house was the fireplace in the living room...large, made of stone, with sleek black marble used on the floor in front of it and on the mantel. The furniture were things Potter had borrowed or brought along and was all mismatched. A navy blue chair, a maroon couch, a brown loveseat…Awful. The walls were unadorned and aside from the furniture Potter had brought, there was nothing there. No decorations, no personal touches, nothing. It didn't feel like home. It never could feel that way.

There was a small sound from behind the couch that made Severus jump, hand twitching to reach for his wand. The war was over, but it had left him paranoid and always on guard, even now. Potter smirked and shook his head, walking back into the kitchen. Severus walked around the couch and looked down at it…well…her.

His daughter.

Their daughter.

She was sitting in a small swing, eyes closed, breathing softly. She was two weeks old and had just gotten out of the hospital because those idiot healers kept performing tests…the same tests, over and over again. She had quite a lot of hair for a baby…black and thick and was now sporting gaudy pink bow with pink rhinestones in it. Severus grimaced at it and quickly pulled it out and shoved it under the maroon couch. He reached out and smoothed her hair back down on her head and examined her. She had chubby cheeks, but most babies did. She ten pounds, four ounces and twenty-four inches. He ran his finger down her cheek, not sure why he wanted to touch her. Her skin was pale and soft…And she opened her eyes. Blinked once or twice, her long thick lashes brushing his finger and she looked up at him with brilliant green eyes, curiously.

She looked like Potter. Same eyes, same mess of hair, but she was also cursed with Severus's ears, his nose, and long fingers…Maybe she'd be a pianist. Severus could teach her to play once she was old enough.

She continued to stare at him with that look of curiosity, mouth hanging open slightly, drool dripping out of her mouth. He pushed her chin up, but when he removed his finger, she dropped it again. He scowled at her. She was stubborn, like Potter.

"She awake?"

Severus jumped to his feet, surprised, and looked to see Potter pinning the birth announcement to the wall with purple tacks. He joined Severus in standing in front of the baby. Amira Lily Snape. Born to Misters Severus Snape and Harry Potter, June 7, 2001. Or so said the announcement now on the wall.

"You can hold her, you know, if you want."

Severus glared. He knew very well he could hold her. She was his daughter. She had his name and his nose…but he didn't want to. It seemed wrong to want to, like he wanted all of this. The house, Potter, Amira…And yet his hands were itching to do so, arms just begging to hold the small baby. A baby. Babies spit up and cried and…and he picked her up out of her swing and held her in his arms like the healer had taught them to. This was the first time he held her. She squirmed a bit, and he tensed, letting her get comfortable without moving, otherwise he might have dropped her. She finally settled herself and went back to staring at Severus, wide awake now.

How? How did this happen? When had he gone from Severus Snape, Potions master, hides in the dungeon, rumored to be a vampire to Severus Snape, father, lives in a hideous yellow house with Potter and Amira.

Oh yes…

It was two days after Potter finally killed the Dark Lord, freeing the world from his horror and Severus from his service. The two wizards were sitting in Severus's office, pissed, hiding from the party going on upstairs. Severus had never liked parties and Potter had begged him to hide him from his adoring fans. It was shocking, the little arrogant whelp wanting to hide from his many fans and coming to Severus for aid in doing so.

They drank a lot, privately celebrating the end of the war and celebrating the work they'd done together to win.

"You were strong out there…" Potter was saying, slurred. "Very brave. And you call me idiotic and reckless…shielding me from Rowle like that…you're a hero."

He whispered the last part, grinning as he did, teasingly. Severus glared at him. That, too, was a teasing gesture. For some reason, Potter was sitting on the desk, pouring himself another glass of firewhiskey. And while he made sure his eventual hangover was just the more terrible, Severus took his time to admire the younger man's body.

And he caught him. The brat caught Severus looking at him, eyes wondering over his body eagerly. Potion stained hands were desperate to touch him. Who wasn't? He was very attractive. He smirked when he caught Severus's eye.

Damned brat.

He slid of the desk, and sat himself in his ex teacher's lap, sloppily pressing his lips to the other man's. And since Severus was equally drunk, all morals forgotten, he kissed him back, pulling his body closer to his, heart hammering in his chest. His hands received their wish, touching every bit of the hero's body they could reach, but it wasn't enough.

Severus moved first, ripping Potter's shirt open and tossing it to the floor. His skin was hot and burned under his touch. Potter moaned and squirmed, his hardness pressing into Severus's stomach. And Severus kissed his neck and his chest…and everywhere…

"Severus?"

Potter's voice interrupted the memory and Severus blinked rapidly, looking down at Amira again. Her eyes were closed now, sleeping in his arms.

"You okay?" Potter asked, gently taking Amira from him.

"Yes…I'm fine," Severus assured him, walking around and sitting down on the couch. He heard Potter walk away and upstairs to put Amira in her crib.

Potter was naked, on the floor, fists clenched tightly as Severus slowly entered him. His grunts of discomfort were replaced with hisses and whimpers of pain.

"Are you okay?"

"I've been through worse."

Severus nodded and continued pushing himself into that tight, warm body. They had both sobered up a lot since that kiss, but even if the effect of alcohol was weak, they still found themselves on the floor of the office, naked.

Potter was a virgin. He'd told Severus when it was too late for him to gather enough self control to stop and to consider what he was doing.

He was wonderful…he felt so perfect around Severus's cock, so warm and so tight and so beautiful…Thin lips trailed kisses down his back as he grew accustomed to having something up his bum, then, as he began pushing back against him, though Severus knew better than to think he was in any less pain, he pulled back and thrust inside.

Potter groaned in pleasure, pressing back more eagerly now…

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Potter was back.

"I'm fine."

It was a lie. How could he be fine? Living with James Potter's son, having a child…? It was ridiculous! He could hardly believe it, even while sitting in that house, with Potter and his child.

They had come to an agreement. Potter was insistent on keeping the child, and that Severus didn't have to have anything to do with them. Severus was not willing to let that happen. She was his daughter, whether or not he felt terribly overjoyed by her birth. Severus was a father and his absence would not change that. In fact, it would only be worse, knowing of Amira and not taking responsibility. Potter didn't want to get married, which was the proper thing to do (even if Severus didn't want to get married, either), but he did agree that they could live together, so long as he got to choose the house. After all, Severus wouldn't be there very much. He had Hogwarts. He had to teach.

Potter seemed a bit shocked by his willingness to be there for Amira. He couldn't say it offended him. He was very well aware of what people thought of him. Potter was even more surprised that Severus was so willing to agree to his terms. No marriage, separate rooms, their own lives, only connected by Amira. Keep peace in the house. Don't bring other people into the house. Never let anything happen to Amira.

Oh yes, and never mention what happened. Even though Severus thought about it a lot. Ever since Potter told him that he was pregnant, ever since she was born.

Severus smirked bitterly to himself. What a strange little family they would make.

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Author's Note: So I've been struggling with the second chapter of this story and came to realize today why I only ever wrote the one chapter four years ago. I suck at writing in first person point of view. Especially when it comes to writing a character that belongs to someone else. I do not do him nearly enough justice lol. I usually like the idea of first person point of view at first, but it never lasts long lol. Anyway, I decided to rewrite the first chapter in third person and I can hopefully have an easier time with the story and it'll allow for different perspectives to come into play and yeah, I think it'll be better. I hope everyone's still interested in the story and I should hopefully have another chapter up within a day or two!
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