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What's a Mom to do?	By : Ariande Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer- Harry Potter and company don't belong to me. They are JKR's own creation. I like to play with them and imagine "what if" but really don't want deadline responsibilities. Ick!

Harry sat in silence on the couch where the man with the grey hair had left him. Occasionally he snuck a peek at the boy that was sitting next to him, or the others that were wandering around. The blond haired boy reminded him of his cousin Dudley, he kept making demands of everyone. But no one seemed to be listening to him. There were three red haired boys that were running around and screaming at each other. They were making a lot of noise and Harry just knew that they were going to get smacked. Aunt Petunia would smack them. But then again, she almost never smacked Dudley. He bit his lip thoughtfully. He looked at the girl who looked like she wanted to cry, but girls were just cry babies and not very interesting.

Finally, he looked at the adults. They all looked really kind. And he liked the way the man had held him. Even if they had done something weird and made his tummy feel icky. They had moved really fast and through the air. It was sort of like a lift, only they didn’t step into a small room to move, just grabbed an old scarf. And, he didn’t think they had gone up or down. Harry puzzled about what had happened very briefly, but he didn’t really understand how a lift worked, he just figured it had to be something similar.

Silently, he watched as the really short man left and returned a few minutes later with another really tall man. They called him Neville and he kept looking at Harry and the other kids with a funny look. Then the short man waved a funny looking stick and Harry felt a cold tingle over his body. He shuddered slightly and noticed that the boy next to him, Severus, did as well.

Shortly after, the man that had held him was saying something to Neville and a lot of the adults were leaving. Something about the man, he thought his name was Remus, but that didn’t seem right to Harry. Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember. There was something he should remember, he just knew it. He squeezed his eyes even tighter, picturing the man’s grey hair in the blackness behind his eyes. That wasn’t right. In his mind the hair was a brown colour, like the trees outside Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon’s house.

He opened his eyes when he heard someone gasp. That usually wasn’t good. Aunt Petunia always yelled at him after she gasped like that. The red haired lady, who seemed to be the other boys’ mother, was looking at Moo Moo…Harry let out a whimper. Moo Moo. Slowly, he slid off the couch and walked towards the man. His brown hair held no trace of the grey that had threatened to be the primary colour.

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Molly watched as Neville left the house. Slowly, everyone else left, following the young man out, knowing that once they left, they wouldn’t be able to find the house again unless Neville shared the information with them. With each person that left, her heart felt slightly heavier. The weight of what she had done grew heavier and harder to bear.

She fought back tears. She couldn’t afford to break down just yet. There were seven children that needed to be taken care of first. Two of which she had to tell that their parents weren’t coming back. Three of which had little to no knowledge of magic. She turned to confer with Bill and Remus about how to proceed. What she saw when she looked at the werewolf made her gasp in shock.

“What is it Mum,” asked Bill. He turned and took a step backwards when he saw what had caused his mother to react.

Remus looked at them questioningly. He glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing out of place.

Molly smiled slightly. “Your hair Remus. It has been a long time since I have seen it that particular shade of brown.”

Just then Remus saw Harry walking towards him. He was looking at him with a look of intense concentration that just looked incredibly out of place on such a young and innocent face.

Finally, the small boy stood right in front of him. He looked up at Remus and hesitantly whispered, “Moo Moo?”

Remus felt tears fill his eyes. It had been so long since he had heard that, sixteen and a half years. Memories flooded him as he bent over and picked up the little boy, cradling him close.

“Can you say Sirius?” Sirius held the toddler on his lap. “Si-re-us,” he said slowly.

The little boy on his lap squealed with delight and pointed at the man who had just walked into the room.

“Oh, that’s just Moony. Now say Sirius Harry,” he coaxed.

“MOO MOO!” squealed the little child.

Remus laughed with delight as a look of horror crossed the boy’s godfather’s face. He scooped the child into his arms just as Sirius’ head hit the table with an audible thump.

“Nooooo,” wailed Sirius dramatically.

“Yup. Looks like you owe me five galleons. And James owes Lily a new dress robe.” Remus gloated slightly and blew a raspberry on the boy’s stomach. Harry giggled and squirmed in his arms.

Remus smiled at the memory. The happiness faded as he looked into the sombre green eyes. So similar, and yet so very different. The happy, squealing child was gone, replaced with this child that was far older than his five years.

“Yes Harry. I’m Moo Moo,” he said with some sadness.

Harry looked at the man that he knew he somehow knew, but didn’t know. And now he had made the man upset. Harry suddenly wanted to get down, but he really wasn’t sure if it was okay to ask. He didn’t remember ever being held before and wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

Remus felt the child tense up in his arms. He gave an inward sigh as he lower Harry to the ground. Once his feet were firmly planted on the ground, Harry scurried back to the couch and climbed up on the spot he had just abandoned. Severus was watching him with wide eyes.

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Draco was terrified. He didn’t know anyone, and no one would answer any of his questions. All he wanted to do was start crying but a Malfoy never cries. If a Malfoy wants answers, he demands answers as is his right in life. His father had taught him that. Draco had practiced giving orders to house elves for years. He had never had to practice on adults before. His father always took made sure that he was treated with respect. But these adults were ignoring him.

All he wanted right now was his Mummy and Daddy. Mother and Father he reminded himself. When he turned five his daddy, no father, had sat down and explained to him that now he was a big boy and it was time to call them Mother and Father. Daddy and Mummy were what little kids called their parents.

Right now though, he didn’t feel like a big boy. He felt like a little kid and he wanted his Mummy and Daddy. He didn’t know why they hadn’t come to get him yet. They never left him alone this long. He tried to demand answers from some of the other adults but they just gave him a smile and a pat on the head, or ignored him completely.

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Hermione was terrified. There were too many strange people, and stuff that didn’t make sense. She was held by the man with the red hair, and then there was that spinning in the air. She was then in what looked like a hospital and a nurse kept waving a stick at her and all the other kids.

She then fell asleep, even though it wasn’t her nap time. She didn’t even have a chance to brush her teeth first! When she woke up she was in another place, some strange house.

She wondered if she had been kidnapped. Her mum was watching the telly the other night and they were talking about a little kid who had been kidnapped. Her mum explained that it meant that strangers had taken the child away from the parents without their permission. But these people seemed too nice to do something mean like that.

She knew she had started crying, but couldn’t seem to stop the tears. She hoped that her mum and dad knew where she was and weren’t frightened. Her mum seemed to think that the other little girl’s parents would be ‘worried sick’ and Hermione really didn’t want her mum to get sick.

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Ron and the twins didn’t really notice much of what was going on. The did wonder for a while why Ron was now the same age as Fred and George, but their Mum didn’t seem to be fussing over them like she always did when one of them was sick, so they figured that everything must be okay.

Every now and then, they would look around and see their Mum talking to the other adults. She didn’t seem to notice or care that they were running in the house, or using their outdoor voices. It wasn’t long before the three of them started to play a rough game of tag, their shrieks and hollers filling the air.

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Severus watched everything with interest. He recognized the magic when it washed over him. His mum had told him in secret about magic. She told him all sorts of stories about Hogwarts. Then she had explained to him that most Muggles, non-magic people, didn’t know about magic, and that he shouldn’t say anything. When he asked if his dad knew about magic, she told him that yes, his father did know about it but didn’t approve.

Severus was slightly confused. Magic was used all over the place here, and he even got to travel by something he thought they called a Portkey, but it just looked like an old scarf to him. He wondered if his dad was wrong about magic being bad.

He almost gasped when he saw what the boy next to him had done. The man’s hair turned colour! He waited for the yelling to start, but no one was yelling. He could tell the other boy was also waiting to be yelled at. But then he suddenly got down and said something to the man. The man looked really happy for a moment and picked up the boy. Severus thought for just a moment, Harry, that was the boy’s name.

Then the man wasn’t happy anymore. He looked kind of sad, and Harry looked like he wanted to get down. Severus wondered why the other boy didn’t just ask to get down. That’s what he did when his mum was holding him and embarrassing him at school. She usually laughed and messed up his hair.

He missed his mum. Severus hoped really hard that he could go home soon. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do here. His mum had told him that things were different in the magical world. His dad always said that little boys were to be seen and not heard. One time when his dad had friends over, Severus had tried to ask a question. His father had slapped him hard and sent him to his room without any dinner. But his mum had come up later with some bread and his favorite strawberry jam. She had tucked him in and stroked his hair and told him a story about a giant snake that could turn people into stone or even kill them just by looking at them and a boy who could talk to the snake and gave it an assignment of protecting Hogwarts forever.

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