Snape's baby boy

chapter 2

Severus:

The Potter boy was quiet and depressed looking tonight. Not that I care about the boy. Who does he think hes fooling anyway? As soon as he came in I could sense he was using a pain potion and a glamor. I am determined to find out what 'perfect Potter' is hinding. Lost in thought I look up to Minnie speaking to me. "Severus? Were you listening?" I look back to the table of disgusting gryffindor, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. "Excuse me minnie, I have important matters to attend to. Good evening" I bow and take my leave. She just shakes her head and smiles back.

3rd person:

"Shhhhh, its alright. Your alright." severus coos softly. As if any louder and he will break. And in a way, he would, just not physically. Sobs wracked the boy's body and he was on the brink of hyperventilating. Harry is confused and scared. He was awoken from a nightmare screaming and sobbing. He almost couldn't breathe. In hindsight, he should have probably questioned why his potions professor was on his bed cradling him in his arms, or why he enjoyed it. But at this point he couldn't care less. Harry just new he wanted this to never end. But, it had to eventually end.

Severus:

I came in the room and saw Potter's curtains askew. As I opened them I saw the poor boy silently sobbing. Immediately I lift the silence charm and cuddle him close. "Shhh, its alright. Your alright. I'm here" after a bit I pull away and wipe his tears.

Harry:

Professor Snape shatters the silence with soft words. "Why were you crying mr. Potter?" 'Deep breaths' I think to myself. "I-I just have been under a lot of stress. I'm sorry professor." He responds instantly, "Dont be! We may have never seen eye to eye Potter, but you are my student none the less." His eyes are soft yet have a hard gaze. This is all it takes for me to collapse into his arms and sob into his robes once again. "But 'Fessor, I hurts. P-please fix it" I beg. He stares for a second in shock but soon recovers.

Severus:

After removing his glamor I involuntarily gasp. Hes beaten black and blue. Bloodshot and bruised eyes, pairing with a busted lip. "Dont be afraid little one. I will protect you now. Can you tell me who did this to you" he explains how his muggle family beats him while I cleaned his facial wounds. My heart fills with rage and sadness.

He relaxes into my arms again after the night drout kicks in. Potter falls asleep being cradled in my arms as I carry him to my private quarters. "Sleep well little one. You deserve it..."