Harry Potter the House Child

2 - New Beginnings

Snape's POV

Severus Snape's quarters were dimly lit, the flickering light from the fireplace casting long shadows on the stone walls. He sat in an armchair, cradling the small, fragile form of Harry Potter.

The baby, barely two years old now, clung to him with surprising strength, his green eyes wide with both fear and curiosity.The echo of Snape's argument with Dumbledore still rang in his ears.

The old wizard had been infuriatingly calm, his twinkling eyes betraying no hint of the turmoil Snape felt.

"Severus," Dumbledore had said gently, "we must be patient. Harry's past is a part of him, but it does not define his future. We must show him love and care."

Snape had scoffed at that, anger bubbling up inside him. "Love and care? The boy has been broken, Albus! He called himself a freak at the age of two! How can we possibly undo that damage?"

But Dumbledore had merely placed a hand on Snape's shoulder, his gaze soft but unwavering. "We will, Severus. Together, we will."

Now, sitting alone in his quarters, Snape wondered if Dumbledore truly understood the enormity of the task before them. He looked down at the child in his arms, his heart aching at the thought of what this boy had endured.

"Harry," Snape whispered, brushing a strand of dark hair from the child's forehead, "you are not a freak. You are a remarkable, strong, and brave boy."

Harry's eyes met his, and for a moment, Snape thought he saw a flicker of understanding. The baby shifted, reaching up to touch Snape's face with a tiny hand. Snape's breath caught in his throat as he realized the trust implicit in that simple gesture.

"We will take it one day at a time," he murmured, more to himself than to Harry. "One day at a time."

-(o.o)-

Over the next few weeks, Snape dedicated himself to Harry's care. It was a strange, almost surreal experience for the Potions Master, who was more accustomed to dealing with unruly students and brewing complex potions than caring for a toddler. But he found a certain rhythm to it, a sense of purpose that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Harry, for his part, seemed to blossom under Snape's care. He still had nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night crying for people Snape didn't know, but those nights were becoming fewer.

During the day, Harry was curious and energetic, exploring Snape's quarters with wide-eyed wonder.

One evening, as Snape was preparing a bottle for Harry, there was a knock at the door. He opened it to find Minerva McGonagall standing there, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Severus," she said, stepping inside, "how are you managing?"

Snape sighed, gesturing for her to sit.

"As well as can be expected, Minerva. It's...challenging."

McGonagall nodded, her gaze softening as she saw Harry playing with a set of enchanted wooden blocks on the floor.

"He's a sweet child," she said. "But I can see the shadows in his eyes."

Snape followed her gaze, his heart clenching. "Yes," he said quietly. "He's been through more than any child should. But he's strong. He'll be alright."

McGonagall looked at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. "I believe he will, Severus. Especially with you looking after him."

Snape felt a flush of embarrassment and looked away. "I'm just doing what needs to be done."

"You're doing more than that," she said gently. "You're giving him a chance at a real childhood. And that is something truly remarkable."

-(o.o)-

As the weeks turned into months, Snape and Harry settled into a routine.

There were still difficult days, moments when Harry's past would resurface in unexpected ways, but there were also moments of joy. Harry's laughter, his first hesitant steps, the way his face lit up when Snape read to him – these were the moments that made it all worthwhile.

One evening, as Snape was tucking Harry into bed, the child looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

"Sev'us?"Snape paused, his heart swelling at the sound of his name in that small, innocent voice. "Yes, Harry?"

"Love Sev'us," Harry said, reaching out to touch Snape's hand.Snape felt a lump in his throat as he gently squeezed Harry's hand. "And I love you, Harry. Always."

As he watched Harry drift off to sleep, Snape knew that the road ahead would not be easy. But he also knew that he would do whatever it took to ensure that Harry had the chance to be happy, to be loved.

For the first time in a long time, Severus Snape felt a glimmer of hope.

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567 words

K

I'm bad at writing babies, don't blame me

Anyways

Fave colours?

Mines red/green cuz y not

Oml I just realised those r Christmas colours so oop.
 

OK so i got a laptop so I've just rewritten this chapter.

Personally i think its so much better sooo

what do you think