Chapter 10 *EDITED*

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TOM'S POV:

As I watched Harry stir awake from his nap, I gently rubbed his cheek and whispered soft encouragements. He seemed hesitant to fully wake until I mentioned lunch and the idea of showing off his new outfit to everyone, especially Snape. That did the trick—Harry bolted upright, rubbing his eyes with his little fists and eagerly reaching up for me to pick him up.

Cradling Harry lovingly, I walked with him towards the dining hall. Just before entering, I set him down and instructed him to wait for my signal before making a dramatic entrance. Harry giggled mischievously, and I hushed him softly, reminding him to keep it a secret until the right moment. His determination was evident as he covered his mouth to stifle his giggles.

Entering the dining hall, I noticed everyone's curious gazes as they realized Harry wasn't with me. Responding to their unspoken questions, I casually remarked, "The little one will join us shortly." With a flick of my wand, I magically swung the door open, and in strutted Harry, doing his best impression of Snape. He held his head high, swishing his little cape like Snape and attempting an arrogant expression, though his innate cuteness shone through.

The room erupted in giggles and coos, while the men present teased Snape mercilessly. Snape, on the other hand, wore a mix of confusion and trepidation on his face, likely aware of the mischief Harry could bring. Before Snape could muster a response, Harry boldly stepped forward and declared, "Detention."

The stunned silence that followed was quickly broken by laughter, leaving Snape bewildered. I couldn't help but scoop Harry up, showering him with praise and tickles for his brilliant performance. Making my way to my chair, I summoned a high chair next to me and settled Harry into it.

"Now, Harry," I grinned down at him, "what would you like for lunch? Tell me, and I'll make sure you get it." His eyes widened in excitement as he thought about his options, making me smile at his enthusiasm.

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