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Chapter 4
Lierin
Potter-Snape was a very happy girl. Why shouldn’t she be? Her days were filled
with all the things a four month old
could possibly need. As much sleep and food
as she wanted and most importantly, there always was this dark man to entertain
her and make her feel good. He smelled funny sometimes, an odour that tickled
her nose and made her sneeze and why couldn’t he see the fun of re-decorating
her baby bed-walls brown? But his voice: deep and soft, always made her think
of something far away and almost forgotten. Sleep was still weaving a blanket
of fuzzy images and blocked out the awake world but her rumbling stomach and
another business further south demanded immediate attention.
Where was HE? Even after some questioning
whimpers no dark figure bent over her bed.
OK. One easy trick to make HIM come was to
squeal louder. It had needed some time to train HIM but it worked fairly well
now. And there was someone in the room, she could hear voices.
‘Bwaaaa’
The sound of hasty footsteps.
‘Lierin, just wait a moment.’
Silly big guy, I feel yucky, want it to go
away.
‘Waaaah.’
Older black eyes closed for a moment and pale
fingertips massaged equally pale temples.
Grown-ups are silly.
Harry Potter was listening to the faint noises
coming out of what was supposed to be Snape’s bedroom. Images about the coming
days plagued his mind. Should he follow the man and try to get to an
understanding? His body was pointing out some more urgent matters. Nature was
calling and maybe it was a good idea to visit the bathroom as long as his host
was occupied elsewhere. If he remembered correctly, the door between the
bookshelf and the desk should lead to the bathroom. Firstly he had to entangle
himself from the clinging sheets and get up from the floor, though. If his sore
back allowed it.
He cussed a little bit about Snape’s
stubbornness. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to transfigure the chair into
a bed. At least a cot!
The average student never understood the nature
of altering charms and transfigurations. What use would there be for tailors
and other craftsmen if everyone possesed enough skill to create everything he
or she wanted by using magic?
None. But they are needed and the reason lies
in the very nature of such magic.
Every magical manipulation of things but
especially transfiguration is influenced by the quality of the spell used, the
skills and power of the caster. The stronger the spell, the longer it lasts. So
the lasting things of everyday life have to be at least partly real or created
by very strong and self-regenerating magic. Harry, with his ‘borrowed’ wand,
couldn’t make a bigger transfiguration last if his life depended on it.
Besides, he really wanted to avoid a sudden
mass gathering of Aurors in the dungeons. The ministry would have been thrilled
about the source of his magic, no doubt.
The noises behind the bedroom door had
diminished.
Better hurry before Snape comes back. And come
to think of it, a shower would be great’The white haired man opened the door and
stopped dead in his track.
‘Uh.’
Two very annoyed pairs of black eyes glared
daggers at him. One belonged to a very wet and naked little girl (drops and
foam running down her body, telling about extensive splashing), leaning in her
plastic baby bath, which had been put into the bigger tub.
The other pair belonged to a very naked Severus
Snape (water drops running down his face, courtesy to his little companion’s
splashing) who had obviously joined his little daughter in the bath.
Something was forcefully thrown at the
intruder. Harry caught it absentmindedly, still not able to form a clear
thought.
‘Out! Now!!’
‘O-Okay.’ The door was closed silently.
Severus was really tempted to bang his head
against the wall. ‘And I thought that bathing with you would kill two birds
with one stone. Not having to change my wet clothes for once and saving time. I
will never live this one down.’
Splash!
Every thought of his bladder vanished. The
picture of his ex-professor with his knees up to the chest, yellow bubbles
trailing down his skin and ‘
Harry
looked down at the thing in his hand. It was a rubber ducky.
It had been
mainly practical reasons that made him send the girl to Snape. He never
anticipated a bonding between the two. Severus Snape hated children, for Gods
sake. On the other hand’.
Harry knew about stereotypes and false
assumptions firsthand. About wearing a mask and pretending to be someone you
are not. To please people, to fit in. Or to create a safe distance from people.
The last year made him think about the intentions behind other’s behaviour. Solitude
and the need to hide gave him enough time to do so. But Snape had always been
an overwhelming dark figure haunting him, taunting his troubled thoughts with
the gap between known ally and the cover of a spy.
Now more
facets were added to the picture.
A sleep
wrinkled figure in an old dressing gown. He never imagined a sleeping Snape.
Or a lean
and well-muscled naked man taking a bath with an interesting pinkish tint on
the normally pale cheeks. He had looked vulnerable.
Unconsciously
he stroked over the ducky’s head. Everything was so complicated. One step after
the other, the milk before the butter, Madam Avon had always said.
And the
Gryffindor should really search for the boy’s toilet on this floor.
TBC
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