[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

After the first Potions class, Harry was hurriedly given a chance to be confined - of course, this had nothing to do with him, but Snape picked a modest reason, because he was in the way of the professor, So he was going to solitary in the classroom dormitory in the cellar at seven o'clock at night, which was what Harry had been waiting for, and even Ron's yelling that it wasn't fair couldn't make Harry less happy.He almost drifted all the way to the cellar humming a song. Of course, many people were frightened along the way, thinking that the savior had something wrong with his mind.

[Hey, a beautiful little boy from Gryffindor! 】Harry stood at the cellar door, and clearly heard a snake decoration on the doorknob shouting at the Medusa portrait on the door.

[closed in confinement. ] Medusa yawned, 【But His Majesty the Snake King was not willing to be confined in his room before, he was always confined in the classroom! 】She twisted her neck and sneered at the snake on the doorknob, 【Maybe you should give him a warning. 】【I think so, who made him a Gryffindor! 】Look, even the Slytherin decorations and portraits aren't friendly enough, Harry rolled his eyes.

【Oh, he rolled his eyes, can he understand our conversation? 】The snake on the doorknob twisted his body.

【Do not make jokes! ] Medusa's voice is definitely a scream.

【That... can I go in? 】Harry scratched his hair, he didn't dare to touch the doorknob with his hand, maybe the snake would bite him, 【The password is - sap grass. 】【I just said that he can understand us! 】The snake on the doorknob yelled loudly,【A Gryffindor Parseltongue, Salazar, what are you crying for!oh!Damn Godric? Gryffindor! ] He shouted, 【Come in, come in, you Parseltongue, you can come in even if you don't have a password, the doors of Slytherin are always open for Parseltongues. ] Harry felt his stomach cramp.

Go into the cellar - this is Snape's office, he rarely lets students in, because there are many sophisticated instruments used for research, and the students who are generally confined and labor service will be left in the potion classroom by him This was also the first time Harry had been so close to Snape's private space—the private space at school.

The layout of the cellar is not much different from that at the end of Spider Alley.A warm fireplace, a sofa, a desk, two chairs, and a coffee table, followed by a wall of bookshelves filled with books.

"Dad!" Prince rushed into Harry's arms - well, the proportions were a bit weird, but Prince grasped it well, and he squatted down a little, resting his head on Harry's shoulder , "Are you okay?"

"Of course, Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are top-notch!" Harry patted his chest to ensure that there was nothing wrong with him, but this action made his small body so interesting that even the side looked cold. Snape, who was pouting, unconsciously softened the lines of his face.

"Okay, Prince, come here." Snape waved his wand and turned the small coffee table into a big dining table, and then got three chairs, "Winch!"

"Winch is at your service, Mr. Snape!" The house elf appeared out of nowhere.

"Dinner, for three." Snape glanced at Harry, "Cream of mushroom soup, and two glasses of milk, I'd like black coffee.")

"Yes, Wen Qi is very happy to serve you!" The elf disappeared with a "snap", and then appeared on the dining table with all kinds of food crackling.

Although Harry knew about house-elves and their abilities, he had never seen the power of real house-elves before, so he could only widen his eyes and open his mouth, constantly lamenting the magic of magic.

"Bo... Harry, shut your mouth!" Snape gave him a glare. "That's what house-elves are for, I thought you knew."

"Yes...but..." Harry habitually wanted to grab his hair, but as soon as he raised his hand, Prince grabbed the other hand. He looked at his son strangely, and found Prince Snape shook his head straight at him, as if hinting at something, the curious Harry himself didn't notice that when the back of his hand that was scratching his head was put down, the small flame in Snape's angry eyes went out with a "poof" .

Dinner was great.

Ever since he felt the warmth of "home", Harry didn't quite adapt to the noisy Gryffindor table at Hogwarts - it can't be said that he doesn't like it, it can only be said that he prefers a warm family sitting Taste delicious food together, of course, it would be even better if this delicious food was made by him.

"I still like Harry's veal steak, Father." Prince looked at Snape pitifully. "And the coffee cake..."

"No coffee cake at night, it contains a lot of caffeine." Snape dismissed the proposal.

"But you're drinking black coffee!" Harry suddenly noticed the question, and began to retort sharply, "Since——you don't let Prince eat coffee cake, then...does it mean...caffeine is bad for your health? ? Then you still drink black coffee?!"

In a word, Harry just refuted Snape habitually, but it didn't sound like that to Snape's ears—a Potter, what right does he have to control himself?In other words, even... even if he is just an ordinary student, why should he care about his living habits?Well, although he is Prince - the other father of his son, but what does that mean?Does that mean he has the right to control himself?But... isn't the word "management" a bit too unacceptable?Anyway, Snape felt that his dignity had been greatly challenged, he put down the fork, raised the corners of his mouth and said in a mocking tone: "Could it be that the great...Mr. Savior intends to use his great savior feelings to save his humble..."

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"What?" Harry was taken aback.

"Ahem..." Snape obviously choked on his black coffee.

"Partner." Prince nodded resolutely, "Father often said that about Dad—the future." He smiled at Harry, and that smile was so sincere that Snape's venom sprayed him After that, Harry, who was a little embarrassed, relaxed instantly, and Prince seemed to think that the words were not strong enough, and began to break the news again, "But every time the future father will win, and... Dad often shouts— - 'Severus, you are not allowed to drink black coffee at night, and you can only have a glass of red wine with dinner' - Dad, you can shout that."

"Uh..." Harry couldn't say that... almost a lesson in intimacy.

"Shout, Dad! Shout, Dad..." Prince shook Harry's hand, his big emerald green eyes blinked. A nine-year-old child with a round face that looks like a kitten, seems to jump into your arms at any moment and lick your fingers with a pink tongue!

Harry is adorable!The great savior is shamefully cute!The great Gryffindor golden boy was completely overwhelmed by his future son!

"Tell me... Dad, let me shout out..." Prince wrinkled his nose and even pouted his mouth, completely ignoring his father's dark face.

"Oh... okay." Dazed and confused, Harry agreed, then cleared his throat, stood up and made a standard teapot towards Snape to emphasize his momentum, "Severer Si, you are not allowed to drink black coffee at night, and you can only drink a glass of red wine for dinner!"

Boom!

Snape really wanted to throw himself and throw the Savior straight out of his dormitory right now!

"Father! You should listen to your father!" Prince stared wide-eyed at the potion master who was holding a black coffee for a non-violent non-cooperation movement, "Drinking coffee at night is bad for your health, you said it yourself! "

very good!This little bastard has completely inherited Slytherin's cunning and Gryffindor's innocence, and he has skillfully blended them together. Now, the one in front of him—his little prince, His Royal Highness, is actually more powerful than the Dark Lord Scary existence, huh?Right?right?

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally held back his temper - in fact, he could not have held back, but he must hold back and must hold back.

Harry was also taken aback by himself, he actually yelled at Snape, or yelled at a Snape in this... caring, yes, family caring way, and... then what was he supposed to do?

"Dad, you should snatch father's black coffee and give him a glass of red wine!" Prince made a reasonable suggestion in a timely manner.

"Oh, that's right, okay!" Harry patted his forehead, then took away the coffee cup in front of Snape, but he didn't know where to pour it, maybe... yes, he didn't dare to casually Mess with Snape's stuff... well, pour it - pour it into your own mouth!

"Potter!" Damn Potter!He shouldn't think that this Potter is fundamentally different from that Potter!Snape almost jumped up and threw the Savior straight out the door - don't expect any delicate cells from a Gryffindor!That was his coffee mug!

Yes, don't expect anything!Harry, who was always being snatched from the plate by Ron or drinking from Ron's cup, had no idea what Snape's glowing red ears represented at the moment. He glanced at Snape curiously, and then Started circling the room again—red wine!That's right, he's looking for red wine!

"Potter..."

"Father can't always call Dad that, it's not good for your relationship!" Prince interrupted Snape, "You are partners!"

Taking a deep breath, Snape really wanted to strangle his son who came back from the future——Merlin!How did he develop his son into such a character in the future?

"That...Professor, where did you put your red wine?" Harry smiled awkwardly. If he didn't pay attention to Snape's face, maybe he could smile more naturally, but now, he felt his cheeks were sore up!