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One Side of the Coin	By : Sayan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

Down in his dungeons Snape stared at the peacefully slumbering infant in his arms, laid her down on his bed and positioned his pillows around her. He didn't really know if one month olds were able to move and fall out of beds but he didn't want to take the risk. Now he had some thinking to do.
The first thing on his agenda should be to find the mother. But without a blood sample it was nearly impossible to do so. And the other potions and charms he could think of were for older children. Therefore it seemed to be a case of wait and see.
In the meantime he should make the best of the situation. He rubbed over his temples, a migraine was developing.
"Let's hope that Albus included a book on babies." One flick of his wand and the fire roared higher.
Oh.
The bag hadn't been the only thing that the headmaster had prepared. There were some additions to his once dark, simple and elegant study. Cheerful and bright coloured baby furniture had appeared out of nowhere. A neon-pink babybasket, a baby bed, a multi coloured baby seat and a baby bouncer. And an enormous diaper ba The The next half hour was spent with colour changing. And then he tried to find places for the equipment. Or try to decide what they were good for.
The headmaster had wisely not only provided one but three different books. "A new life" By Miranda Goodwill, "The first year" by Margarita McMillan and "Suddenly Father" (how appropriate) by Sean Hastings. Snape chose the third first.
It helped.
But not enough.

It was a very tired and grouchy head of Slytherin House who entered the Great Hall the next morning with a similarly upset girl in a wrinkled baby suit on his arm. He slumped into his seat and ignored the stares. It was fairly early and thankfully not many students or colleagues were there for breakfast.
"A hard night, Severus?" McGonnagal looked at him compassionately.
"That does not describe it nearly." A weak crying made him flinch. "I thought that babies do nothing but sleep and eat. This one mostly cries and I cannot make her stop. " He didn't want to do her harm and this could not be good. Maybe a female would be able to help. Even if it was his archrival. But McGonnagal had just as much experience with babies as.
"She hardly cried with me. "Albus had entered the hall trough a side door and was his usual merry self.
"Maybe you do something wrong."
"I do what is described in the book you gave me. It does not work."
"Maybe the lil'one misses her ma." Hagrid stroked over the red little cheek with his enormous, and as Severus miffed noticed, not very clean finger. "Shhhh lil' sweetie, your dad is here an uncl "agrid too"
"Nice colour." Albus pointed at the green (what else?) jumper.
This morning Severus had no es les left for enduring soft mocking; he drank his strong green tea in one go, snatched Lierin and left without another word.
"Maybe we should help him."
"No, he will figure it out."
"Hm, babies relate to the feelings of their parents."
"He cannot have read the books carefully."
"Or ignored them."
"Yeah. "Bah Humbug'"

Severus had asked Madam Pomfrey earlier if she would look after the girl but she had refused. Now he had to manage her and sixth year Gryffindor and Slytherins, Dumbledore's doing for sure. But why could the headmaster not understand that twenty inattentive pupils who despised the other half of the class, were a very dangerous addition to an explosive subject. Potions and a baby don't mix.
But it went surprisingly well. Fore once he was grateful that Gryffindors were sickeningly nice when it came to babies and that Slytherins protected their own kind.
But at first it was awkward. The whimpering infant was placed in her cradle surrounded by protection wards, and a silencing spell (for the sake of pupils and the baby both) and Snape stood at the front of his class as if nothing had happened, ignored every comment from the Slytherin side and punished the same comments from Gryffindors.

Three days went on. Snape was bordering a collapse and so was his daughter. Dumbledore watched, the twinkle in his eyes a little weakened. But the old man thought that a short suffering would be a fair prise if his dear friend could find some happiness and a family of his own.
"Can't you stop this crying? Please"please?"

None of Severus' methods had worked and the lack of sleep made itself visible.
First he had ignored her. "She will get tired.'
Then he walked her around, murmuring unpleasant things into his not existing beard.
He snarled even at his Slytherins. And forced them to get rid of the dirty diapers. He was dead on his feet. He wondered why he could handle the most potent potions but failed to make a baby bottle the way Lierin liked it, or fix her diapers and tiny backside.
The third evening he sat at his desk, Lierin in her baby seat at his side and tried to correct some of his student's pitiful caricatures of essays. Creevey would look like a mooncalf faced with its slaughter when got his back. More red than black ink now graced the already spotty parchment. And Greenwood" a seventh year should really know the difference between grass frogeyes and lizard eyes in optical potions. Then a glitter caught his eyes. His little nemesis was busy suckling on a small bottle.
A bottle with very fast working, potent and corrosive poison.
Hastily Severus smacked the dangerous thing out of the girl's tiny fists. It smashed against the wall and cracked, fluid soiling his rug and bookshelf. Severus slumped back in his seat.
Oh God.
He had wanted to store it away safely. It had been an accidental outcome of a fifth year's shrinking potion.
He thanked his lucky star, snatched the now angrily shrieking child and scanned her fingers inch by inch for burns, ignoring the youngster's loud protests.
The girl was staring up at him as if to say why have you done that? Silly adult"

If the bottle had leaked"
No, not a spot.
He cuddled the small body against his chest.
"You are alright"
Soft strokes over the head and a unpractised but soft backrub.
""stupid"
A soft whimper.
"..but alright"
More reassuring whispers, more backrubs. A kiss on the unruly hair. Soaking in her scent. Stroking, cuddling.
And it was silent.

(A/N: Yes, I know this part is sappy, but wait for the next parts, I will update tomorrow, I just give them a once over.)
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