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After failing to kill Harry several times, Voldemort had a thought, a genius thought, that perhaps he should change the method: why take the trouble to kill him (and fail unceremoniously) while the brat was totally capable of killing himself? So this time, instead of a Killing Curse, our Dark Lord just… tripled Harry. A bit unexpectedly, the curse also divided Harry’s age and reduced him to a baby (let’s not try doing the maths here).
If that sounded kind of implausible, it was only because no one had tried it before. And since there were no previous cases to look into, no one knew how long the curse would last, or how it could be countered. (Even the caster himself.)
Let’s get back to the fact that now we have three baby Harrys. Strangely, the babies seemed to have three different personalities and therefore we would call them Naughty Harry, Wailing Harry, and Sucky Harry (because he liked to suck). But they shared a common trait, which baffled everyone the most: of all the residents of the castle, the only person they would tolerate was our Potions Master – Severus Snape. (Not exactly everyone was confused because the Headmaster seemed to have one or two reasons to understand why, but what’s the fun if he just told everyone everything?)
So, though reluctantly, our poor Severus Snape was now in charge of taking care of three baby Harrys: one of whom liked to kick him or pull his hair (Naughty Harry), one needed his attention all the time (Wailing Harry) and one liked to suck Severus’ fingers for breakfast, lunch, and also dinner (Sucky Harry).
Severus Snape and the three Harrys
Severus had never been this exhausted in his entire life and at this rate, the Dark Lord might not only succeed in eliminating his bane of existence but also the (spoiler alert) secret Death Eater spy.
But everything got better with practice, even Severus’ babysitting. Severus had already acquired the know-how to tire the kicking baby and coax the wailing one to sleep. The most troublesome one turned out to be Sucky Harry. What on earth did Severus taste like that made the infant like sucking him so much? And Merlin, why was he grasping at Severus’ chest now?
“No boobs nor milk for you there, you insolent brat!” Severus solemnly stated the fact, but obviously those words were too difficult for baby Harry to understand (actually, every word seemed to be). Severus was so tired. When was the last time he had a satisfying sleep? So maybe if he just…
So he did it. He was a man, after all. It was no big deal that he showed anyone, let alone some infant, his bare chest. And the brat might not recall anything at all when he turned back to his adult form. All was good: the baby got something to suck on, and Severus got his sleep and – Severus convinced himself before falling asleep.
Severus Snape and the baby who liked to suck him
That was a sound sleep, and better even, Severus had a sweet, sweet dream – which might sound just disgusting if he had been awake. In Severus’ arms was no longer a kicking, or wailing, or sucking baby, but a much more comfortable weight. Just the right amount of softness and firmness, and warmth and earthy smell that Severus might consider keeping it as a hugging pillow In this bed. His bed.
But what was that? Lazily, Severus raised his head a bit to look down. He saw something emerald. Nice colour. And familiar too. Just like that-brat-who-lived… No! Severus’ eyes opened wide. In his arms and on his chest (his bare chest) now lay a boy-becoming-man Harry, who was also looking up at Severus. And apparently Severus’ eyes didn’t adjust to the morning light that Harry, the brat – Severus corrected himself – looked so dazzling.
When, and how the hell had the spell been undone? And more importantly, what to do now? Surely the rational first move should be disentangling from each other, immediately, right away, right this moment. But why did neither of them move? Nor had any desire to? Was the boy’s mouth always that kissable? And oh-sweet-Merlin-oh-god, those rosy lips were so near to Severus’ erect nipples. Horrifiedly, Severus prayed that the boy wouldn’t remember anything.
And just like he could pick up the thoughts from Severus’ face, Harry’s eyes sparked mischievously and the boy beamed at him, “Good morning, Professor.”
Then Harry licked his lips.
Merlin, he remembered.
Severus Snape and the brat who had turned back to his full size