[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

When Snape went downstairs and saw the scene in the kitchen, his first reaction was not to be angry about the scrapped cauldron, but to be surprised that a Potter could cook—forgive him, even in front of Lily Bastard old Potter who acted like a real model husband hadn't even cooked a single slice of toast for Lily!

Using polymorphing to turn a T-shirt into an apron, Harry carefully kept the oil from the fried egg away from his robe - the sleeves were a little short, and he was growing his body anyway, so it's normal to be shorter Yes, so he decided that he should go to Madam Malkin's tailor shop to make a few more sets - not just the robes, but also the clothes he usually wears, including Muggle clothes and...underwear - the white and tender little face Red—he should probably buy some clothes for Prince too, seeing as Uncle Vernon asked Aunt Petunia to buy Dudley a dozen new ones every month!Oh, and he thought unkindly of his good friend Ron, even though the Weasleys weren't rich - think of the one and only Gallon in their vault - but he still had to feel sorry for himself all the time. Long height prepares a pile of clothes, of course many of them are old...

Harry curled his lips, blushing with excitement, yes, that's what he should do!

"Father! Are there any plates?" Prince jumped up to Snape. "There aren't enough plates in the house, and I don't think... cutlery." He glanced at the empty cupboards.

Snape didn't speak, and directly summoned a dozen parchments from the study to use the Transfiguration Charm to turn them into plates and cutlery, and directed them to go to the dining table neatly and imposingly like an army training to arrange their positions—— This hand is so beautiful!Harry never expected Snape to do this!He waited for the plates to lie down with the pan, then picked up the shovel and went to set the fried eggs - obviously, so many were very dangerous to Snape - Potter's small arms and legs, even if they were not covered by the pan If it is broken, it will also cause the fried eggs or ham inside to fly out - for this reason, the dark potions professor directly used wandless magic to float those foods into the plate.

"Whoa! I love magic!" Harry put down the empty pan—much lighter. "I'm sorry, I used your... kitchen, and... food, that...professor."

Glancing at him, Snapera opened the chair and sat down.He was mean but by no means unreasonable, and Potter made breakfast so he wouldn't ask him to use his new cauldron, especially when the milk oatmeal in it was still smoldering. In case of heat - well, that's actually the kid's cauldron he was going to use for Prince, so... it looks like he might have to pick up another bite when he goes shopping today - after all, Prince didn't Feeling dissatisfied because of it, isn't it?

For the little prince, inexplicably, he came to this era that belonged to the past for three full weeks before he had the chance to eat the breakfast prepared by his father. Not to mention one children's cauldron, even two, he would not care!Full of joy, Prince dragged Harry, who had put away the kitchen utensils, to sit under Snape, and then ran to sit opposite them—of course he believed that his poor father would not know the meaning of the seat.

So, Harry foolishly took the seat that belonged to the hostess, and started to eat his breakfast—he prepared a very rich, and not much, so that the three of them could taste a little of each of them without being overwhelmed.So, preparing breakfast is definitely a technical job.

"Dad, I like this oatmeal!" Prince ate with a pink face—you know, Snape is not a man who is good at taking care of children, and the bread he bought was not soft enough, but it was soaked in oatmeal It doesn't matter, and there is a special salty fragrance, "Father, let's go shopping for vegetables later, Dad's craftsmanship is really amazing!"

"If you've got your brains on you know, we're going to Diagon Alley today to buy your - Dad, his school stuff." Snape shot Harry a look.

Harry hastily opened the spoon and looked at him with big emerald green eyes full of hope: "Professor, I..." Before he could say a word, Snape's snake king arrived, and Harry was obviously taken by him. His eyes were so irritated that he almost slapped the table—Prince immediately pressed his hand, and patted the back of his father's hand in a child's unique comforting way—Harry, who was offended, let out a long breath and said to himself A mouthful of oatmeal was stuffed in his mouth.

"Father, why don't we go to the supermarket to buy vegetables when we come back at night!" Prince thinks that he is a panacea, and he must be healed at any time—he is a prince, not a "web address"—super search engine?Can do anything?Thinking of the website... Prince felt extremely sad, he really wanted to continue playing his game!Yes, when His Royal Highness the little prince's thinking ran to 19 years later, he found that he had to let the two fathers deal with their relationship quickly, otherwise he seemed to have no games to play!And... there really isn't anything interesting in the current wizarding world... except for that silly wizard chess!Well, maybe gobstones are a game too?

"What are you thinking about?" Harry noticed Prince's distraction, and served him some more porridge. "Or, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"game."

"Game?" Harry was taken aback, why didn't he know that wizards still have such a food?When he looked at Snape stupidly, Snape also looked at him with a little doubt - well, neither of them knew what it was.

"Ah! Did I mention the game?" Prince laughed twice, "I want to eat veal steak tonight, Dad, and salad, is that okay?"

"Of course, maybe you'd also like cream of mushroom soup." Harry nodded, he liked to prepare these for his children, it made him feel needed, not because... he was the savior.In fact, this is also normal, like Dumbledore, he will love him, do a lot of things for him, and favor him, but it does not belong to the family, maybe there is guilt or... other things, but it will never be between relatives Love, and Molly loves him because he's a poor little homeless kid, Claire loves him because he's a real lad who needs respect and love, but they don't ask for his love, and Prince It's different, he loves him because he is his father, and he demands his love because he is his son, this feeling... comes from the family and relatives, it is very subtle.

"Maybe, there are little corns!" Prince immediately put forward his request. Very well, the topic was changed just like that!Of course, he didn't expect to fool his father who had always been very serious so easily, but at least he got his father done, and his father... the little prince will of course think about how to answer—the father's demands on him are really serious. It is too strict, although it is not impossible to handle, but it is indeed difficult to blow the game out of the father.

After breakfast, Snape directly disappeared the plate made of parchment paper, and Harry's robe was also slightly enlarged by him to fit better, so that it would not be misunderstood that it was in the cellar Greasy old bat abusing the savior, no?

After packing up his things, Harry followed Snape into the fireplace—this wasn't the first time he had used the Floo, so it was relatively normal, and he didn't go to any weird places, and he felt a burst of pain as soon as he put his feet on the ground. Tight - it was Snape who had "cleaned up" on him.

"Oh, be careful!" As soon as he realized it, Harry caught Prince who came out of the fireplace reflexively—yes, he caught it!

"Okay, Potter, I don't have time to waste for you." Snape's cold voice sounded, and then Harry felt himself being dragged forward—Snape walked so fast that he dragged Looking at Harry, holding Prince in one arm, black ripples flung out his baggy robes.

"Slow - slow down..." Harry could almost hear the wind whistling in his ears.

"Father, you're too fast!" Of course Prince, a son, would be worried about his father, but he also knew that his dear and great snake king father... was jealous.Well, he can't say it, but he can smack it in his stomach.

"Huh." Snape snorted heavily, and Snape slowed down.

Diagon Alley is very lively before school starts. Hogwarts students from grades [-] to [-] are crowded here. Some people will choose the books they need, some will make their fitting robes, and some will To find their best partner in life - wand, some people will go to find some strange things, of course, some people will accept all kinds of poison in the potion shop - for example, Harry Potter, He was now in the Potions shop being tormented by Snape, yes, tormented.

"Potter, I'm talking about ten ounces of iguana meat—meat, not pureed meat." Snape pointed to the big sticky bag in Harry's hand, "If, your potion The materials were not purchased, and I am glad that you will not have to show up in my class next semester."

"But...but isn't the meat to be ground into a pulp..." Harry didn't understand, there was no difference, why did Snape always find fault with him?Well, finding fault, maybe he doesn't have a talent for potions, but why not tell him "why" he can't do it?

"Father, the fire iguana meat can preserve the magic power of flames, and it should be used immediately after being ground into a paste. If the meat paste in the pharmacy is not sold within three hours, it will be used as medicine immediately." Prince dragged He tugged at Harry, and whispered in his ear, "Father usually doesn't remind others—you see." He pointed to the same Hogwarts second-year student who also came to buy iguana meat , also bought minced meat - it was Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff, Harry didn't know her very well, but for his classmates, he was always willing to help them, as long as he was not Malfoy.

Watching the savior remind the Hufflepuff and cause the Hufflepuff to find himself causing the timid Hufflepuff to exhibit what could be called a "Professor Snape phobia"— - Trembling all over, tears welling up, trying to shrink... Snape snorted coldly, and didn't look at the little girl again.