"Hissss! Hiss!" The happy four-year old cheers as he chases after several floating toy snakes. "Slow down Harry, you will fall down if you run too fast." Snape growls after the little boy as he runs. "Sowwy Dad!" Harry squeaks before giving off a small giggle and running away. "And stop calling me dad!!!!" Snape shouts after the sound of little feet. Severus relaxes in his chair looking around to the assorted dolls and toys scattered across the room. Harry had grown quickly and was already looking very much like his father (much to Snape's distress), as time continued though, Harry still remained oblivious to his heritage and fame. A sigh escapes the man as he grabs a black dog plush from the ground and looks it in the eye. "Oh how I'd give to trade places with you Lily." Snape whispers, peering down in disgust at the doll. The children at Hogwarts had discovered the Snape had a child, so like any good suck-ups, several students would bring hand made toys for Harry. Even though the students had no idea what they were doing, they still provided for Snape's "child" without knowing they were helping to take care of Harry Potter. Multiple hand knitted sweaters (from the lovely Mrs. Weasley, thought she didn't know who it was for.) and clothes were appreciated by Snape despite their propensity to being stained. A thud comes from the kitchen "Owie!" Cries a small voice, and a few seconds later the sound of weeping fills the room. Fatherly protectiveness fills Snape as he leaps from the chair and practically apparates to the kitchen. Harry sat with a tear stained face rubbing his forehead and sniffling. "Potter, what did you do!?" Snape growls as he lifts the child onto his lap. "Noffin' I was running and my scar hurt weally weally bad." Harry whimperes, still rubbing the jagged scar on his head. "It's okay Harry, it's just the scar aching from blood rush. You are fine." Snape soothes, ruffling Harry's wild, black hair. "Thanks dad." Harry sniffs finally, leaning forward and attempting to wrap his little arms around Snape's chest. "I told you not to call me...." Snape trails off, listening to Harry sigh into his chest. The little boy clung to his Godfather, smiling to himself and sniffling. Snape sighs finally.

"So, Potter, do want a chocolate frog?"