Snape's baby boy

chapter 3

Severus:

Wrapping the young gryffindor into a soft blanket (with a warming charm) I head toward the headmaster's office. The old hippie greets us with bright yet confused eyes. "So you noticed the glamor as well? I assume this happed before the boy got on the train." Dumbledore gestured to Harry but speaking softly as if not to wake him.

Not wanting any chitchat I cut to the chase. "Harry Potter will be staying with me in my private quarters. We will discuss his...misfortunes later. But for now he needs a warm bed and someone to look after him." I stick my nose up like an arrogant child and the old man looks unsurprised with my quiet outburst. "It seems so. I trust you will call for me if either of you need anything. Sweet dreams my boy." And with that I swagger towards the dungeons. Thankfully we didnt run into any prefects doing rounds.

Only one room away from my bedroom, 30 feet from the boy who lived. After an hour of carefully watching the green eyed boy I felt restless. Thus I am currently browsing my private library for any type of therapy or tips that might help improve Harry's mental state. I know it takes time, but I am fully committed to taking care of him.

Right as I was going to give up and get some sleep before trying again, I stumble upon a book I had never even seen before. Seeing as this is MY private library it caught me off guard.

Unlike most of my collection, this book had little to no dust covering the binding. This caught my attention. It read 'Helpful Therapy for Wizards and Muggles alike' immediately I start flipping through the book. I have never been interested in psychology or the mind, so I have no clue as to where this book has come from. Unless a curtain tack old man has been tampering with my library yet again. A sigh escapes my lips and I make a mental note to treat the old man to a butterbeer or bottle of firewhiskey later.

Almost 20 minutes later I finally stumble upon something promising looking. The page looks more worn than any of the others. I suspect it has been read thoroughly on multiple occassions throughout the years.

'Age regression therapy'?

Harry pov:

I wake to find that I'm in an unfamiliar place. But for some reason I don't feel to be in danger. The big bed I slept on is warm and fluffy. It took everything in me to get up. Just as I stand up, a tall figure walks into the room. "Goodmorning Potter. After breakfast you and I shall talk. But for now, come and eat before it gets cold." The potions master announces not giving me much of a choice. For a minute I am good shocked in the middle of the beautifully lit room. This must be professor Snape's private quarters. Oh no! He must have finally gotten tired of me and is planning to torture me to blow off steam! Oh Merlin dont let him be fattening me up just to chop me up for potions ingredients. As I walk through the hall to the dining room my mind is going a million miles an hour.

Reaching the dining room, professor Snape is already seated. He gestures to the seat next to him and turns back to his eggs and toast. Taking a deep breath I walk over, but not without noticing that the chair had a seat belt. Like a car wound, or a baby's highchair. Snape turns to give me a pointed look. "Are you waiting for an invitation potter?" "N-no sir. Sorry sir!" I squeak out. His face softens before me. "You dont have to be some formal, and tense. I'm not going to bite" he looks at me with a (very slight) playful expression. He reaches across and buckles my seat and we dig in.