[HP] Mrs. Snape

The early morning sunlight spilled into Andrew's bedroom through the cracks in the curtains, and Andrew was covered in the quilt, motionless.

"Andrew, Andrew," Arya knelt on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the child's little hands with a warm towel, calling softly.

"Well, Mommy. Don't get up." Andrew turned over and groaned, closed his eyes, hugged the bottle that his mother had stuffed to his mouth, and drank gulp.

"Oh, baby, I have to get up, today is a big day." Arya simply picked up the child and walked to the bathroom.

Andrew lay on his mother's shoulders in a daze, and didn't wake up until Arya washed him and changed his clothes.

"Come on, don't open it," Arya covered the child's eyes, bent over and led Andrew to the stairs.

"Okay, surprise!"

"Wow!" Andrew jumped up with his mouth wide open, "Mom, mom, it's great!"

Arya had only started decorating the house last night after Andrew had gone to bed.

Now, there are various animal-like balloons floating around the house; sculptures of animals, large and small, appear everywhere; It feels like it is no different from the real grass, and there are even a few small flowers blooming on it. Of course, this also uses some small magic; she even bought some small saplings and bonsai and put them in the house. The whole house is now It's already a forest.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the long banner in the middle of the hall, "Happy birthday to Andrew!"

"Happy birthday to you, baby!" Arya said softly, kissing Andrew's rosy little face. "Andrew is four years old today!"

Romeo also hovered around the room with his wings outstretched, cooing, and seemed to like the decoration very much.

"Honey, let's go play, our banquet starts at 10:30, it's still early." Patted Andrew's little butt, watching him bouncing around like a little rabbit among the trees in the hall.

Aaliyah will also prepare a birthday cake, as well as lunch and snacks for Andrew's friends.

The dinner plates were picked out one by one by Aaliyah in the grocery store. They were all in the shape of small animals, and even the small animal-shaped stools on which the children sat were specially rented to match the theme.

Andrew had already swayed towards Michael's house on his little bicycle, and Arya watched from the kitchen window as he waved his hands to thank the people who wished him a happy birthday, and smiled knowingly.

After a while, Mrs. Cook came over with Michael, and she smiled while helping Alia to bake cookies: "Michael woke up this morning and called out to come to the party."

Arya looked up from the dough, looked at the two children who were playing on the seesaw on the lawn in front of the house, and smiled: "Andrew, too, kept asking me what was going on at his birthday party last night. Oh, God. Andrew!"

The two children quarreled for some reason, and Andrew threw the bottle in his hand at Michael.

Alia was about to go out in a hurry, but Mrs. Cook stopped her, looked out the window with a smile and said, "It's okay, dear, don't worry, the children's problems will be solved by themselves."

As he was talking, he heard Michael clutching his forehead hit by Andrew's bottle and shouting: "You don't have a dad! My dad will take me to skate, but you can't go without a dad!"

Alia and Mrs. Cook were taken aback for a moment, and they ran out of the room quickly.But it was too late, Andrew cried, and he yelled in a crying voice: "I have a father, I have, my mother said I have a father, my father will come to my birthday party! He will come!"

"You lied! You don't have a father!"

"Michael!" Mrs. Cook called to Michael angrily.

"I have! I have! I'm not lying, I have a father! I have!" Andrew jumped up and cried loudly, as if the only way to prove that he really had a father, "My father is here! Look! I have a father!" dad!"

Arya stopped running quickly towards the child, held on to the porch, and looked at the tall black figure that suddenly appeared outside the gate of the fence.

And Andrew has already rushed to Snape, dragged him to Michael, as if he finally got something he had never had before, and shouted excitedly, "Look, this is my dad, I have a dad I have! I'm not lying! Woohoo...I have a dad."

The anticipation and sternness in the child's crying made Arya feel extremely sad. She quickly wiped the tears on her face sideways, walked quickly to the stunned Mrs. Cook, squatted in front of the weeping Andrew and said : "Honey, Andrew, come on, don't cry, okay? Come inside with Dad first? Show Dad your birthday party decorations, okay, Andrew."

Andrew covered his face and wept, but still nodded obediently. Arya raised her head and looked at Snape beggingly. He was motionless at first. Maybe it was because the pleading in Arya's eyes was too strong, and Snape couldn't see it. Nodded, then took Andrew's hand into the house.

"Michael, I'm sorry, does it hurt? I'm sorry, baby, Andrew, what he did just now was wrong, can I ask him to apologize to you?" Arya squatted in front of Michael, gently rubbed the child's forehead, and said apologetically .

"Well, it's okay, Mrs. Dashwood, will Andrew still play with me?" Michael looked worriedly at the door where Andrew disappeared, and said anxiously.

"Of course, baby, of course he plays with you, you are best friends! Come to Andrew's birthday party on time, okay?"

Michael nodded and asked, “Does Andrew really have a dad?”

"Michael! Don't be rude!" snapped Mrs. Cook.

"Bry," Arya quickly and softly stopped Mrs. Cook's scolding, and said to Michael with a smile: "Yes, Michael. Of course Andrew has a father, but his father is busy with work and has not been around. Let Andrew May I introduce you to each other?"

"I'm so sorry, Arya," said Mrs Cook apologetically, "shall we come over later? I have to go home and let Michael change."

After waving goodbye to Cook mother and child with a soft smile on her face, the smile on Alia's face disappeared. She looked at the backs of the pair leaving with a blank expression, picked up the milk bottle that Andrew threw on the lawn, and There was a small bicycle that fell aside, and walked into the house with heavy steps.

Andrew and Snape were not in the lobby on the first floor. Arya followed the voice to the second floor and knocked on the door. "Come in," came Andrew's voice that seemed to be choked up.

Sure enough, Snape was in Andrew's room.

The child stopped crying, but the tears on his face were still there. He sat on the bed holding his frog doll, lowered his head, and sobbed from time to time.

Snape was like a statue, neither speaking nor doing anything, just standing quietly by the bed and looking at Andrew.

"Baby" Arya walked around Snape who was standing aside, ignored him, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged the child, "Andrew, mother's little baby, why are you crying?"

"Because, because of Michael." Andrew refused to look up, but his tone was full of accusations.

"Because Michael said you don't have a father?" Arya said directly.

Andrew closed the upper black eyes of the frog doll and bowed his head in silence.

"But what Michael said is wrong," Arya put her arms around the child's head and said softly, "Andrew has a father, doesn't he? Andrew can introduce your father to Michael later."

The child looked up at his mother, and then at Snape who was standing motionless beside the bed. Arya stared at Severus with the child on her back, beckoning him to speak!

"Of course, Andrew," under Arya's half-begging, half-threatening gaze, Snape finally agreed to speak, his tone could even be called gentle, "I'm honored to know your friend."

The child finally had a smile on his face, but he said with a little uneasiness: "Sh, Mr. Snape, can I, can I call you daddy? Mom said you are my daddy."

Arya felt that Snape's face twitched like a cramp, and suddenly behind his hands, as if there was a support behind him, he stood extremely straight, and his voice seemed to be squeezed from his mouth. Come out like: "Yes, of course, my honor."

"Dad? Dad?" Andrew called tentatively.

Snape seemed to be stunned, and Arya noticed that his arms tightened suddenly, as if he was using all his strength to stand still, and his eyes even looked at Arya involuntarily.

As if encouraging Andrew, Arya smiled and raised her eyebrows, silently encouraging Snape.

"Well, okay." Snape finally said in a blunt tone.

Arya quickly lowered her head and suppressed a smile, okay?OK?Ok what the hell!

Andrew was very satisfied, and seemed a little shy. He laughed, lowered his head and continued to close the frog's eyes.

"Okay," Alia clapped her hands cheerfully, and said in a cheerful tone, "Then let's prepare for Andrew's birthday party together. Andrew, will you and Dad welcome the guests at the door? Mom will prepare food in the kitchen."

One big and one small nodded in unison, but Snape seemed a little uncomfortable with the word "father" this time, and he shuddered slightly when he heard Arya say this.

"Wait, Andrew," Arya quickly stopped the child who had climbed out of the bed, looked at him, and said in a serious tone: "Baby, before you do this, you have to apologize to Michael. Michael shouldn't say that you don't have a father , It’s his fault, but you shouldn’t hit Michael’s head with a milk bottle, Mom just saw that Michael’s forehead was red.”

"I, I didn't do it on purpose, Mom." Andrew pursed his mouth, looking like he was about to cry or not, and his left and right feet kept stepping on each other, feeling very embarrassed.

"I know baby, then go and say sorry to Michael, okay? Ask him to forgive you, and then sincerely invite him to your birthday party again." Arya squatted in front of Andrew and said softly.

"But, but, I..." Andrew was a little hesitant. He wrapped his fingers around his fingers and lowered his head, not daring to look at his mother.

"Are you worried that Michael won't forgive you?"

Andrew nodded.

"Then ask sincerely, if you are still good friends, Michael will forgive you. Mommy and, um, mommy and daddy come with you? Shall we go with you to apologize to Michael?"

Andrew secretly raised his eyes to look at the tall and vacant Snape, yes, Dad, nodded in agreement.He was even a little happy. When he went downstairs, he held Arya in one hand and Snape in the other, and kept looking up at Snape. If his and Snape's eyes just met, Andrew would be sweet. smile.

Help Andrew ring the doorbell of Cook's house, "Hi, Bree, is Michael there? Andrew has something to say to Michael."

Before Arya could finish speaking, Michael had already jumped to the door, grinning at Andrew and said, "Andrew, I have prepared a big birthday present for you!"

Andrew turned to look at his mother, and Arya smiled and encouraged the child.

"Michael. I, I want to say sorry to you." Andrew bit his lower lip and said tentatively.

"Huh? Why?" Michael exclaimed.

"Because, because I hit you." Andrew secretly looked up at Michael's forehead.

"Oh," Michael called out, rubbing his forehead, "it's okay, it doesn't hurt. Come and see the birthday present I prepared for you! Andrew, it's definitely the coolest present, I can guarantee it!"

"Michael! Not now! You have to surprise Andrew!" Mrs. Cook yelled, pulling her son who was like a small cannonball.

"Oh, okay." Michael took Andrew's hand, covered Andrew's ears with a smile, and said "quietly" in a voice that everyone could hear: "I will show you the robot I made for you later! "

Several adults laughed dumbfoundedly.

Seeing the child running away happily holding hands, Arya said with a smile: "Well, Bree, this is Andrew's father, Severus Snape. This is Mrs. Cook. Severus. "

"Oh, hello, nice to meet you." Mrs. Cook smiled and stretched out her hand.

Snape even put on a polite and polite smile, and shook hands with Mrs. Cook politely.

"Andrew looks exactly like his father, doesn't he?" Mrs. Cook said with a smile.

Arya couldn't help laughing, and Severus Snape obviously decorated himself for today.

He changed out of the long robe he used to wear, and today he was wearing a neat three-piece suit, his figure looked tall and straight, his complexion didn't even have the usual unhealthy sallow color, as if he hadn't seen the sun for several years, and his whole body was clean A lot, of course, except for the hair!

Arya wasn't complaining about his greasy hair, although she hated the curtain-like hairstyle.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Cook, Arya and Severus Snape walked slowly home.

"Thank you." Arya said suddenly.

"Why?" Snape looked at the white house not far away surrounded by grass and vines, seesaws on the grass and scattered balloon toys, which seemed to show that this was a warm family with children.

"For Andrew." Alia's face was slightly sad. She didn't expect the child to be so sensitive to the role of father, although Andrew had also said before that Michael's father was so, so, even in the small town. At that time, it was also said that Susie's father would hold high and drive a big truck, but Andrew never said that he wanted a father, and he even rejected the role of father, such as Dr. Mark before.

But today, Andrew's crying made Alia feel that during this period of time, she may have really ignored the child's true feelings and the importance of the role of father to the child.How sad Andrew would be if Snape didn't show up in time today.

"Thank you for coming today," Arya said, stopping under the big tree outside the white fence.

This Friday, Snape must have a job. Arya had hoped that he would come to say "Happy Birthday" to Andrew after finishing his work in the afternoon. She had even prepared dinner.However, Snape did far more than she expected. Arya looked at Snape quietly and said gratefully: "Severus, thank you for everything you have done to Andrew. It’s really important.”

Snape's eyes seemed to soften a little, he continued to look at the house in front of him, and even smiled, and said softly, "After all, he is my son, isn't he?"

Arya smiled.Yes, it is his son after all.

"Is that Andrew's birthday cake?" Snape said calmly, pointing to the kitchen window.

Arya turned her head and screamed, "Stop it, Andrew! That's your birthday cake! Put it down! Oh my God!"

In the kitchen, Andrew and Michael had already climbed onto the dining table and grabbed the cream on the cake and stuffed it into their mouths.

After Alia stepped on high heels and sprinted to the kitchen at a speed of [-] meters, what she faced were two little bunnies covered in cream and an incomplete cake!

Andrew even smiled and raised his hands covered in cream to Arya for a hug!

Of course there is no hug!Today is Andrew's birthday, and she is reluctant to beat him, and she can't beat him. Seeing that his mother's expression is wrong, Andrew quickly pulled Michael, whose head was still buried in the cake, and nimbly climbed off the table, hiding in Sneh who had just entered the door. Pu is behind.

In the end, Andrew's birthday cake was a carrot cake that Alia drove to the supermarket to buy. Angrily, Alia simply inserted four carrots on it. They were real carrots, not the original carrot-shaped candles!

After seeing off the guests, Arya was lying on the sofa exhausted. One child is cute, and two children are okay, but if you put more than a dozen children together, it would be a disaster!

Arya can still feel the screams of children still ringing in her ears!

"Ah! Andrew!" Andrew threw himself into his mother's arms like a small cannonball!

"Mom, Mom! Dad! Mom! Dad!" Before Arya could recover, Andrew jumped up excitedly on the sofa.

"Oh, baby, aren't you tired?" Arya said lifelessly, protecting the child.

"Andrew is four years old! Four years old! Mom! Wow!" When he stepped on the ground and his head was about to hit the floor, a hand was stretched out to catch the child, "Daddy, Daddy!" Andrew continued to scream , bouncing like a little spring in Snape's arms.

"Oh, God." Arya smiled wryly at Snape, "I was always worried that Andrew was too shy, and now I regret saying that."

Snape reached out to catch the child, who was still jumping excitedly, without even looking at Arya.

With a faint smile on his face, he stared at Andrew intently, and didn't speak, but when Andrew kept calling "Daddy, Daddy" in his ear, he seemed to be very uncomfortable with his frozen face, but he couldn't stop He agreed in a low voice.

After successfully sending Andrew to bed and watching him sleep soundly, Snape also bid farewell, well, seeing the mess all over the house, can't she really expect this man to clean it for her?

Snape left directly from the fireplace. Before leaving, he seemed to want to say something to Arya, but he just opened his mouth without making a sound.