A new beginning

So this is a baby then

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Albus Dumbledore and Hagrid had left a few hours ago, leaving him with a burden he was not ready to face. True, he had very reluctantly agreed to it, but it did not mean that he was expecting for him to be forced into being true to his word as soon as that same evening.

Now he was standing in front of his bed attempting to figure out what the next step was. He had been told that the Hogwarts nurse, Madam Pomfrey would pay him a visit, along with The Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, to ensure that he was well equipped and as ready as possible to embark on this new adventure.

For the moment he was torn. On one hand, he most definitely despised the idea of having to listen to what was indubitably going to be a long lecture on how to properly care for the Oh-so-wonderful-Boy-Who-Lived. He most definitely was capable of taking care of an infant, after all, he was a potions master and a spy. He did not need for both women to come and instruct him on every single aspect of it. On the other hand, however much he hated to accept it, he did not have all the knowledge required to care for a small child, even if it was no other than the spawn of James Potter.

His only consolation was that along with Albus, as soon as the two bothersome women left they would forget any and everything that may have transpired inside his home, something he was extremely grateful for. After all, he would be learning to change none other than Harry Potter's nappy.

The mere thought made the bile rise in his mouth and a warmth to spread across his back and neck. It was an extremely degrading act from Albus's part to have turned him into a nanny. Had it been any other child he would not have been as offended, but to entrust the child of his most hated person to him, forcing him to care and look at the horrid child was equivalent to treason.

For the moment the child was succumbed to a peaceful slumber, how did he manage to do so, Snape did not fully understand. His parents had been killed for God's sake! Lily was dead! But then again, he supposed the kid was only a baby, with no real knowledge of whatever went around him. And yet that left him with a very difficult problem to solve. As soon as Potter woke up, he was bound to begin looking around for his mother, and maybe even his father; why Snape did not really understand but then again this was Potter's son. Anyhow, the Professor would have to endure the sure-to-come ear-splitting cries as Potter called out to his mother, he was a baby after all. But how to explain to such a creature that his mother is no longer coming back when he could not even grasp the true extent of that himself.

He had been completely and utterly wrong as to how humiliating and degrading that 'little session' with Pomfrey and McGonagall had been. His pride packed it's things and walked out the door somewhere about two minutes after they arrived. They knew him too well and had not bothered with chitchat, they had simply walked straight to 'little Harry" and cooed and cuddled him and began pulling out thousands of items, all while naming them and sternly explaining to him that he was not to forget to do this or do that or shake it like so or to rub that in circles. It was an absolute nightmare. By the time they left, his house was swimming in kid toys and products, he was covered in talc and was simply ready to take a bath.

A bath indeed, that is just what he needed. But then there was the matter of what to do with the little menace. All the while those two witches had stood inside his home and bothered him with instructions Potter had simply smiled at them and peacefully played with anything at his reach. With him, however, it was nothing but loud and annoying crying. The mere sight of him caused Potter to break into sobs and his face to turn red. Of course, every adult in the room had noticed but neither of the women had offered to take over his future activities even if they were well aware of how much pain he would have to endure. Or at least Potter's pain should have caused them to take some sort of action, but it had not.

For the moment, Potter was back in a slumber, less peaceful than before as his feet kept kicking every so often and small noises emanated from his mouth. Pomfrey had informed him that he was not to leave the kid alone for long periods of time, but he supposed that a bath could hardly be dangerous. He had removed pillows and stuffed animals out of the contraption McGonagall had left Potter in, as she had also warned him that if 'Harry' choked on any of those items while Potter slept it would be his fault and the whole wizard world's wrath would fall on him for being so careless. He had not intended to pay attention to any of their threats as he was not scared of any possible outcome the two witches could invent for him, but he supposed, in this case, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Not being able to do anything else, Snape retired to take his well-earned bath. With a sigh, he dumped his mourning, black robes, now covered in all sorts of substances on the floor and lowered himself into the warm water. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander to the last time he saw Lily alive.