The 'Normal' Life of Harry Potter | By : darkpyroangel06 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I’m not making any money off of this. I don’t own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Then we’d see a little more HPSS action. Oh yeah...
Note: This is an AU fic. And I don’t care what happened in HBP. I started writing it before, and even though a lot happened in that book this fic isn’t changing. You no like it? Don’t read. Also, this is a yaoi fic which means it has guy on guy action. You no like? You no read! It’s really that simple. It’s also a vampire fic because I have this obsession with vampires. Again, you no like? You no read it! Anything else? It’s a big AU. There’s no way (even if for some reason Harry and Sev did get together in the real books) that they would be vampires and that they’d act the way they do here. Sorry for killing their characters but I have warned you... -dpa06-
“RAVENCLAW!”
Anthony, who had been waiting for his sister off to the side of the stool, clapped hard when the hat shouted out his own house name. He saw his father clapping lightly up at the teachers’ table and knew he would have preferred at least one Slytherin, but it was better than Gryffindor. He was happy no matter what house they went in to. Their dad on the side of the Hall was clapping and cheering; he couldn’t care less which house they went in to as long as both weren’t Slytherin. The twins went to the end of the table and sat across from each other, trying to ignore everyone. The rest of the sorting went unnoticed to them until...
“Weasley, Amanda!”
The bushy redheaded girl walked up to the stool. It was on her head for a second or two before “GRYFFINDOR!” rang through the Hall.
“Weasley, Bridgette!”
“GRYFFINDOR!”
“Weasley, Brandon!”
“SLYTHERIN!”
“Weasley, Sara!”
“RAVENCLAW!”
“Weasley, Terrence!”
“GRYFFINDOR!”
“York, Peter!” was sorted into Hufflepuff, and he was the last.
Dumbledore stood then to give his Welcoming Speech. “Welcome to a new year of Hogwarts everyone. Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Flobberworm! Newt! Cauldron! Twitch! Thank you!” he said, motioning with his hands to continue. Food appeared before everyone and students eagerly began eating. Tabitha and Anthony tried to eat in peace, but people just kept badgering them. Suddenly, all the noise was gone. They looked up to see their dad and father sitting beside them, one on each side of the table.
“Silencing Charm,” Harry explained. “I remember what it was like to be asked question after question, and I’m sorry we’ve done this to you. It’ll all pass over soon. Do you remember the Weasley that was sorted into Ravenclaw? Get to know her. I don’t know what any of the Weasleys are like anymore, but if she’s in Ravenclaw she can’t be all bad. Try to get to know the others as well, even Brandon in Slytherin. They’re not all bad. Your father was in Slytherin, and the hat wanted to put me there. Remember this: a person goes bad because of their choices not their house.”
“Yes Daddy,” the twins echoed.
“Think you’ll be able to call me Professor Potter-Snape in class?” Severus asked with a smile.
“Good luck with that Sev,” Harry laughed. “You’ve been ‘Father’ or ‘Papa’ for the last eleven years.”
“Why, Daddy, do you have so little faith in us?” Anthony asked in mock shock. “I think Professor Potter-Snape will have the best class out of them all.”
“Says you!” Tabitha teased. “Papa is boring when it comes to his potions! They always put me to sleep.” She pretended to fall over on the table, snoring loudly. Anthony cracked a smile and gave a short laugh. Harry took the opportunity to attack his son’s sides where he was most ticklish. The stoic boy burst into giggles. “Daddy got you! Daddy got you!” Tabitha chanted from across the table sitting up again.
“Stop trying to be the old Severus,” Harry said with a smile when he stopped torturing Anthony. “That’s not who he is anymore and you shouldn’t be either. Oh! Dumbledore’s talking, pay attention. And we’re going to our rooms after dinner for a while.”
The charm fell away. “- forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well. I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, (“He’s still here?” Harry asked) to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. Julia Grapheme has decided to call it quits as Defense teacher. Joining us this year is Professor Morgan. And that’s all for now. So, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” A charm was cast to write the words in the air for those who didn’t know them yet.
“No!” Severus said adamantly. “I refuse to subject my children to this torture!” A silencing charm went back up and the dreadful singing of over a hundred different tunes was gone. Anthony sighed in relief; Tabitha looked confused.
“They’re going to have to eventually. We can’t do this every year,” Harry argued. The charm was gone again.
“I am the professor here!” Silencing charm up.
“And I was with the children all day everyday for the last eleven years!” Silencing charm down.
“Harry.” Silencing charm up.
“Severus.” Silencing charm down.
A few stranglers finally sang the last bit before Dumbledore sent them off to their rooms. Harry and Severus took Tabitha and Anthony back to Severus’ personal rooms for a little bit. “This is mine and your father’s rooms while we’re in school. Over the holidays, we’ll go home. There are two choices: where you were born and where you grew up. We’ll show you both and then you can decide. Or we’ll live in both! Who cares, really?”
“As long as we’re all together, I don’t care,” Tabitha said, crawling into Harry’s lap. “Daddy? What are you going to do now that we’re not at home all day?”
Harry thought for a moment. “I could probably get a job here, easily. I could help Poppy in the infirmary or Rolanda with Quidditch. Or Defense. Or Potions.”
“I think not!” Severus said, shaking his head adamantly. “You were horrible as a student, you were horrible as an adult, and there’s no way you’re getting any closer than you are right now. I will put wards up to warn you off Potter.”
“That’s Potter-Snape, Papa,” Anthony corrected, sitting on the floor beside his father’s legs. “What will we be learning our first year, Papa? Daddy?”
“Same things we’ve taught you at home,” Severus said, watching his childe hug their daughter close. “Summoning charms, simple potions for everyday use, Alohamora, Wingardium Leviosa-”
“It’s Levi-o-sa, not Levio-sa,” Harry said before bursting into laughter. No one else was laughing.
“Professor Potter-Snape, there is a young woman at the door asking to speak with Harry and Severus,” a voice rang out above Harry’s laughter.
“Thank you Sir Douglass,” Severus said. “Allow her in. Sir Douglass is the portrait in front of the rooms. He tells me when someone is approaching,” he explained to Harry and his children. The family remained as they were as Hermione Weasley stepped into the room and looked at them for a moment. “Mrs. Weasley, to what do we owe the honor?”
She stood there, frozen to the carpet. Then she moved toward Harry with anger in her eyes. Tabitha and Anthony were in front of her in an instant, even before Severus was completely standing. “Don’t touch my Daddy,” Tabitha said in a low voice that made goosebumps crawl across Harry’s skin. “I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but I know you’re angry and mean to hurt my daddy. Don’t. Touch. Him.” Anthony growled lightly in agreement, his fangs extending just enough to be noticed.
“Anthony Louis! Tabitha Marie!” Harry scolded. Severus shook his head ‘no’ at his childe and watched the scene play out from where he stood. “Anthony, Tabitha, this is my best friend Hermione. She married my other best friend Ron Weasley. Their daughter, I’m assuming, was Amanda who went into Gryffindor. Hermione, is there something I can do for you?”
Hermione had taken a step back when the two children appeared in front of her, fangs bared. Harry’s voice snapped her back to reality and caused her to relax some. “I... Where did you go? What happened? You disappear the day after you tell us you married Severus and now you’re back with a son and a daughter?”
“Two daughters,” Sev corrected, motioning to the small child laying on her stomach sleeping on the couch not far away. “That one there is Michelle Elizabeth Potter-Snape. As for where we went, we went nowhere. I stayed here under the Fidelius Charm and stayed on as Potions Professor. Harry stayed home with the children. Luckily, Michelle was born during the summer so I didn’t need to take off work for anything. And what happened? Harry wanted to leave as soon as he got home thanks to your husband’s brothers and their families. So Molly and Arthur performed the charm and poof! we were gone. Eleven years to become someone I’ve never gotten to be and now...”
“And now we’re all happy,” Harry finished, wrapping an arm around each of his children’s waists that stood before him to protect him. The touch soothed them and they took their seats once more. “Why did you jump in front of me, love?” he asked Tabitha once she was situated on his lap again.
“She was gonna hit you, Daddy,” Tabitha whispered, burying her face into Harry’s neck and lapping at the skin there to prepare him for feeding. Feeding a child was nothing like feeding a childe. (A/N: Confusing, I know. o.O) When Harry fed from Severus, it was incredibly sexual and sensual. When Harry fed any of his three children, it was just that: a feeding. Anthony and Tabitha were old enough to drink from blood packets, but they seemed to need Harry whenever they were overly stressed or emotional. And since Harry was the carrier for all three, Sev couldn’t help in this matter. Tabitha’s small fangs pierced Harry’s neck and sipped for a few moments.
“You made to hit me?” Harry asked, eyes looking up at Hermione.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said. “You just disappeared, didn’t tell anyone who could say something. We were worried about you, especially when you left in such a hurry as emotional as you were. You were acting so weird that day...” She trailed off, thinking about something. Suddenly, her eyes went wide. “That was eleven years ago! Tell me you didn’t give birth and then come to talk to us, Harry!”
“Lower your voice, Mrs. Weasley. Michelle is sleeping, and a vampire’s hearing is incredibly acute.”
“And it wasn’t quite like that. I had given birth the day before, and Molly and Arthur were watching the twins. Everything was okay until Fred and George and Bill and the others just went off on me. And then the feeding and I was so embarrassed because that’s not something to be witnessed by anyone really.”
“Daddy?” Tabitha whispered. “Do you feed off of Papa like Michelle does you?”
“Duh stupid,” Anthony said, receiving a smart slap upside the head from Severus. “Owe!”
“Watch your mouth Anthony. Don’t call your sister names. And yes, Daddy does feed from me occasionally, like you and Anthony do from Daddy. But, also like you, he feeds from the blood packets. You know this Tabitha,” Sev explained.
“Yeah.” Yawn. “Can we sleep here, Daddy? Papa?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Harry looked at his sire in question. “Why not?”
“If they sleep here tonight, they’ll want to again and again. They need to go to their own common rooms and be with their housemates and year mates. That’s the rules. Maybe on special occasions or something along those lines. We’ll talk about it later. I will escort them to the Ravenclaw rooms. Come on Tabby, Anthony.” He lifted the almost sleeping girl from his husband’s lap and held out a hand to his son. As usual, the boy quietly refused. But this time, Severus took his hand anyways and led him from the room. “Say good night to Daddy.”
“Good night Dad.”
“G’night Daddy.”
“Mrs. Weasley? Are you coming?” Hermione said good-bye to Harry and then walked out before Severus and his children. Then Severus led the pair from the teachers’ quarters to the Ravenclaw rooms where Professor Sinistra from waiting for them and worrying where two of her first years had gotten to.
“Akalei is so much fun!” Tabitha said as she entered her fathers’ chambers. “If you just got to know her-”
“I don’t want to. She’s a girl. In Slytherin. With red and black hair and red eyes. She’s weird. And she’s a muggle. I don’t care what you say. She’s too out there for me,” Anthony responded, dropping his books on the floor beside the couch where he sat down.
“And what’s this all about?” Harry asked, walking into the room and hugging his eldest children. “How was your first day at Hogwarts guys? Tell me everything!”
“You okay Dad?”
“Fine Tony. Just tell me what you think.”
“Akalei Kahookele is this muggleborn girl who is-”
“Really really weird!” Anthony cut in.
“Is not!” Tabitha argued back. “She’s just... more eccentric than we are. Anyways, she’s muggleborn and she has black hair kind of like yours but it’s spiked at the top with red tips. And she has red eyes! Kind of like Madam Hooch’s eyes. She’s really funny and she grew up in Hawaii because her father’s Hawaiian. Her mum grew up in Kansas and Texas and they vacation there every summer. She doesn’t talk with an accent, but she says British words like git and Merlin and mum. Tony doesn’t like her because she’s a girl and a Slytherin. Brandon Weasley is a Slytherin but he’s a boy and Anthony likes him. I think it’s just because she’s a girl.”
“Ah, the innocence of youth,” Severus said, walking in and placing a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips before hugging his three children. Michelle sat on the couch reading a book. “How are you today Michelle?”
She hissed something and went back to her book. “She says she missed you Love,” Harry translated. Michelle could only speak Parseltongue it seemed. There was no telling why or what had caused it, but Harry was working on a translation charm that she’d be able to use in two years when she joined her brother and sister at Hogwarts. Harry turned his head back to Michelle and talked with her for a few minutes before they both left the room for the kitchen.
“So what’s this about a girl now?”
“Akalei Kahookele is an American who uses Wizarding and British terms when she speaks. She’s in Slytherin; you must have had her today. Short black hair with red tips and dark red eyes?” Tabby asked.
“Yes, I had Miss Kahookele in my class today. Just before lunch I do believe. I butchered her name if I remember correctly. She said it was okay, that everyone did, and asked if I could call her Akalei. When I told her that would be inappropriate, she took the next ten minutes to teach myself and the class her full name: Akalei Kanakele Kahookele. She is definitely Hawaiian. Why don’t you like her Anthony?”
“‘Cause she’s a girl,” Tabby taunted.
“Tabitha.”
“Sorry Papa.”
“We did as Daddy asked and got to know the other Weasleys, even after Hermione tried to hit Daddy. Amanda’s a bossy know-it-all. She’s in Gryffindor.”
“Must be Hermione and Ron’s own. Takes after her mother, that one,” Severus said aloud to himself.
“Bridget and Terrence are also in Gryffindor and they’re okay. Terrence is funny and Bridget’s actually pretty quiet,” Anthony continued. “Sara, the Ravenclaw, is Terrence’s twin and actually very nice. She likes History of Magic though.” He gave a small shudder. “I don’t understand how anyone could sit through that class completely awake and aware of everything Professor Binns says, no offence to the man, er... ghost.”
“In Defense today, Professor Morgan told the class we were vampires, Papa,” Tabitha whimpered. “It was our last class, but everyone began to ignore us after that. He told the class that you and Daddy were vampires, and that Michelle couldn’t even speak English like the rest of us.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Why did he say all of that?”
“Not everyone ignored us,” Anthony said quickly, seeing the anger in his father’s eyes rage around. “Angelica Malfoy already knew we were vampires somehow and Daniel Meier just asked if that was why we didn’t eat much when we went to the Great Hall. Akalei stopped us in the hallways to say that we had friends in Slytherin who didn’t care if we were vampires and that she was one of them. Sara Weasley also knew we were vampires. All the Weasleys did actually. Did their parents tell them?” he asked, trying to curve his father’s anger.
“I’m sure they did,” Sev bit out. “They’ve known for several years. However, Professor Morgan had no right to do as he did today. He did not ask your father, Dumbledore, or myself. And all of us were in reach. I think I will go and have a word with him. Now, I believe, before dinner is served.”
“Sev? Is something wrong? You seem awfully upset and angry. Is everything okay?” Harry asked, feeling his mate’s feelings through their vampire bond.
“The Defense professor decided to take it upon himself to tell the class of our personal business: about our being vampires and that Michelle could only speak Parseltongue without permission from at least one of us. With permission it would have been no big deal, but now my children have been alienated from their classmates. I am going to talk with the professor about his lack of common courtesy.”
“No you’re not,” Harry said. “I am.” He eyes flashed as he turned to face Michelle. “I’ll be right back Michelle. I need to go deal with someone who is telling our personal business to his students. Just do as you are. If I’m not back when the sauce starts to bubble, lower the heat and add the meat, okay? I’ll be back shortly. Call if you need me,” he hissed, fingering the necklace he wore. Michelle had an identical one that allowed them to communicate with each other even when they were apart. “I’ll be back shortly. Leave Michelle as is.” He left quickly, not giving anyone a chance to stop him.
First he went to Professor Morgan’s chambers, but he wasn’t there. Next he went to the Defense classroom where he was giving an after hours’ lecture to a student who had missed his class. “We ended on the note that we have two vampiric students in our class: Anthony and Tabitha Potter-Snape in Ravenclaw. Their parents, Harry and Severus Potter-Snape, are also vampiric and their little sister, Michelle Potter-Snape, who is also a vampire, cannot speak English. She speaks only Parseltongue and only Harry can understand and translate.”
“That is no one’s business but our own,” Harry growled. Professor Morgan’s head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise. The student turned to look at the intruder. “Good evening Mister Malfoy. I’m sure most of this isn’t anything new to you, but you can only imagine the surprise when my children told me that their professor was telling their personal lives in class for the lesson on the first day. I must say, I am surprised you missed a class, Brandon. How is your father doing?”
“Very fine, Mr. Potter-Snape,” Brandon answered quietly. “He says he wants to stop by and see you on Saturday, if that’s okay with you and Professor Potter-Snape.”
“Severus and I will be fine with that. And you may call me Harry, Brandon, unless I am teaching you. As for now, please go on to dinner and enjoy your second night here,” Harry said with a dismissing nod. Brandon returned it and left, smiling at Harry a smile that reminded him instantly of Draco. Once he was gone, he turned his hard gaze back on the man before him. “I would like to know who gave you authority to discuss my family with anyone.”
“No one did. I felt it was my responsibility to the school to inform everyone that there were five vampires in this school, running loose and free without check,” Morgan replied, trying to be brave when he was really scared to death. And it was this fear that Harry could smell and feel.
“If you know so much about vampires, don’t you think you shouldn’t try to act and hide things from us? I will never deny what I am, and neither will my family. They didn’t in class, did they? My husband has taught at this school for the last forty years or more and he has never taken the life of another. Ever.”
“Except for your own!”
“I was already dying!” Harry snarled, eyes flashing. “Voldemort had tortured me past the point of living and Severus did the only thing he could do to save me! It nearly killed him, and it was a big change for both of us. But we worked everything out. We formed a relationship and we bonded. I have given birth to three children, two of them twins! And I have worked to keep my family strong and together. Only to have you tear it down in five minutes with a few well said words that hurt my children. You don’t have to see the looks on their faces as my daughter nearly cries in my arms and my son tries to act stronger than he is. They’re eleven years old, not ready to face these kinds of things. I was forced to grow up faster than any child should have to. I will not let you make my children do the same. I don’t know how you got all the information you have, but you will keep anything else you have to yourself unless given written permission by Severus or myself. Understood?”
The man stood his ground, not moving to agree or disagree. Just as Harry was about to use physical violence on the man to make him see his own way, a small hand slipped into his. Harry’s eyes flashed down into the dark ones of his baby girl as she said something to him that he knew the professor couldn’t understand. “What is it Michelle? I thought I asked you to remain with dinner.”
“Dinner’s ready Daddy. But you were so angry it made me sad. I had to come see what was wrong. And this man... he’s the one who hurt Tabby and Tony?”
“Yes, Lovely, he is. But Daddy is taking care of it, okay?”
“Did he really tell everyone that I can only speak Parseltongue?”
“How did you know that?”
“I can understand your language, it’s just hard. Some words don’t make sense and some of my words you never say when you speak to Papa or Tabby or Tony. I understand though. Most of it. And I’ve been practicing on my own to speak like you do Daddy! Can I talk to the man?”
Harry was shocked into silence. Michelle knew English, she just couldn’t speak it well. He didn’t even know she could speak it at all. At the impatient tug on his hand he nodded dumbly and continued to watch his youngest turn to the professor standing before them. “Y-y-you are the man hurt s-s-sister and brother, y-yes?” she asked shakily. Professor Morgan’s eyes bugged. “D-don’t h-h-hurt Tabby or Tony no m-more, ‘kay? Or D-d-daddy. Th-they’re nice to me and Pap-p-pa. Read st-stories and t-tuck me in b-bed at n-night.” She nodded once, apparently done. “Did I say it all right Daddy?”
Harry had tears in his eyes as he kneeled so he was just slightly shorter than her now. “You did perfect Michelle, absolutely perfect. Come here.” He swept her into a big hug, and then off the ground as they walked out of the Defense room and back to their chambers.
A/N: You tell ‘im Michelle! Akalei Kanakele Kahookele is my name in Hawaiian. Except the last name. That's my step-dad's last name. Good luck on the pronounciation. *maniacle laugh* I had to put myself in there. It's how I want my hair and eyes to look, by the way. If my gran ever saw me with hair/eyes like that she'd flip. *sigh* But I'll be eighteen soon and she won't be able to say anything then... *evil grin* *shifty eyes* Shh! Don't tell.
l'etje: Thanks for the compliment. I have posted, as you can see. There's only one chapter left. Hope you enjoyed this one and will enjoy my wrap up in the Epilogue.
nercomi: *applauds wildly* I love you. I love you so much. Sesshoumaru, Kouga, Inuyasha, Inutaisho, Sirius, Remus, Severus, Kenshin, Batousi, Sanza, Edward, Al, Roy Mustang, and Sean Biggerstaff are just a few of my favourites. I would bow down to your greatness if my knees didn't hurt so bad. One more chaper after this one. Hope you've enjoyed it.
narichan: There's only one chapter after this one. Hope you've had a great read. Thanks for the review.
Thanks everyone for reading, and for those who have reviewed most of the chapters. See you all next week! -dpa06-
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