Eccedentesiast

Chapter 52

Violet's pov

"Vi! Don't go back yet!" Regulus groaned trying to feed Roscoe. I laughed and finished getting dressed. "Love, I told you I would take him." I walked over pinning my hair up. I took the bottle from Regulus' hands and grabbed our son. I cradled our son in my arms and fed him the bottle. I cupped Reg's cheek with my empty hand and kissed his lips. "Merlin, woman you are incredible." He flattered me. I laughed and grabbed the baby bag, "Here are the classes I'll be in. Come see your son." I smiled and kissed him once more before walking to breakfast.

"Roscoe!" Grace cheered, jumping up and running to us. She held out her hands and Roscoe leaned towards her. I smiled and sat with her at the table. Harry and Draco kissed my cheek and kissed Roscoe's head. "Morning Violet!" The twins cheered as they sat across from me Roscoe and Grace. "Erm, Grace could we talk?" Fred mumbled quietly. Angelina came and kissed Fred's cheek, Grace rolled her eyes and handed Roscoe to me. "Oh, mom can you take me, Ginny, and Hermione to look for dresses after classes?" Grace asked, kissing her brother's cheeks. "Of course, love! Do you know what Seamus is wearing?" I asked, she nodded and linked her arms with Ginny before taking off.

"She's really going with Seamus?" Fred asked sadly, I nodded and rubbed his cheek. "Ask her for a dance. I'm sure she'll say yes." I whispered before ruffling George's hair and taking off. I walked into Snape's class and he looked up at me. "Hphm, I thought you shrunk Regulus down." He joked. I laughed and placed Roscoe down and he bounced up and down while I held his hands. I placed the bag next to my seat and keeled with Roscoe. "Violet, may I?" Severus whispered, I nodded and handed Roscoe to Severus.

Roscoe laughed and held onto Severus' hair, Severus smiled. "Believe it or not Violet. I like certain kids." He admitted. "Only because he looks like Reg." I teased. The fourth year Slytherins and Gryffindors walked in. I stayed at my seat and bounced Roscoe on my knee while grading tests. He was getting fussy and Severus took him and walked around the class. I smiled and finished the work. Severus handed me Roscoe back and he fell asleep on me. I took off to Mad-eye's class.

"Erm, congratulations." He mumbled when I walked in with my son. "Thank you." I smiled and sat down. Roscoe was asleep at the start, I watched Mad-eye teach the fourth years and I noticed the tic with his tongue happened and he would drink out of his flask. I tried to remember where I remember that tic from. Harry raised his hand and I noticed Alastor's face changed between boredom to fascination and hatred. Roscoe woke up and I was feeding him, Alastor was talking about certain death eaters, I remembered Barty's son.

I stood up and took Roscoe with me. "Sorry Professor, he's a bit upset." I mumbled trying to seem as normal as possible. He nodded and ushered me out of the door. As I walked out of the door I ran into Regulus. "Woah! Hey there." He smiled and grabbed Roscoe. I pulled Reg into McGonagall's room which luckily had Severus in there. "Just the person I was looking for!" Severus sneered. "Your little Potter and his friends are stealing from my supply closet for polyjuice potion." He spit. "HA! I bloody knew it!" I shouted, everyone looked at me.

"Harry is stealing from Severus?" McGonagall questioned, "What? No no!" I blurted out. "Alastor, he has been doing this oddly specific tic. The one where his tongue losses control, I couldn't remember where I've seen it done before. But I remembered Barty's son Barty junior. He did that." I explained. "Love, that's impossible. Barty Jr is in Azkaban." Reg, reminded me. "Yes, yes I know. But Severus is missing polyjuice potion ingredients." I added. "That's a big accusation, Violet." McGonagall groaned. "I know. Just will you all watch a bit more closely and if you believe me we will go to Dumbledore." I offered, they nodded. "Perfect! Also since he is already in your hands. I am taking Hermione, Ginny and Grace to Hogsmeade for dresses." I explain to Reg as we walk to our flat.