Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

six

—Cake on your Birthday—

I've decided that I will post on either Saturday or Sunday. It just depends on what's going on in my personal life.... :) Even though today is Friday, I have off from school. I will hopefully post tomorrow to Sunday though.

I knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's personal chambers on the date, January, 9, 1995.

That's Severus Snape's brithday if you wanted to know. Also happens to be my dads... They're the same person.......?

"Yes dear?" asked McGonagall after she opened the door, still dressed in her night clothes.

"Could I use your mini kitchen to make a cake?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Why can't you use your father's or the school's?"

"The cake is for my dad and there are only so many house elves I can handle in the morning."

She gave me a look but said, "Alright. Come in," and moved out of the way to let me in.

And so I did. I managed a vanilla flavoured cake with chocolate frosting. I also wrote 'Happy Birthday Dad,' on the top in white frosting. It was quite plain but that's how he liked things.

Professor McGonagall looked like she was going to cry when she saw it.

"You're so sweet!" she gushed and hugged me, almost making me drop the cake. I think I got some on her robes too. Well, that's her now problem isn't it.

My face was squished against her chest and I let out a 'gerofmeh' before she released.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she sighed, "But dear, Severus has always been rather lonely and its lovely to know that his child gives him the appreciation he deserves."

Where was I for fourteen years of his life? I don't know. Apparently missing so often that he became lonely.

"Uh...yeah... Love him..."

"I know, I know. Well, you better deliver your cake. Breakfast started not too long ago," she said, opening the door.

I smiled at her as I left and said, "Thanks again."

Once I was out of her chamber, I made way to the great hall and stood outside the door upon arrival. I took in a long breath and went running through the doors and between the tables, careful not to drop the cake. I glanced at Dumbledore and he gave non-verbal permission to walk to the staff table and give dad the cake. I would have with permission or not, it's his birthday, but I figured that Dumbledore wouldn't care.

Another chair appeared next to him and he looked confused, as he had not seen me run up to the table, that is, until I sat down.

We had a staring contest for a moment before I shouted, "Happy Birthday!," and threw my arms around his neck.

He returned the hug and mumbled a genuine 'thank you.'

"Is the cake for me?" he asked, returning to his breakfast.

I have him the nicest 'no shit' look I could, only to make him chuckle.

"I don't call anyone else here 'dad,' nor is anyone my dad," I said.

"Anyways, it's your favourite flavour. I also have a couple gifts that I will give you at dinner."

He was about to give me the 'you shouldn't have gotten me anything' lecture when I stopped him.

"You should expect me to but you something."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head— the usual response to almost anything I did or said to him.