Harry Potter's Real Dad

Severus stirred in his sleep as he felt a hand gently touch his shoulder. He blinked his eyes open to see Harry hovering over his bed. Groaning, he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was a quarter to six in the morning, what on earth was the child doing up?

"You said to let you know when I'm up and ask you if I can make breakfast." Harry said.

Severus groaned again and sat up on his bed and rubbed his face. He had said those words, hadn't he? He should have known how that would have backfired on him. He would really have to watch how he worded his rules around Harry.

"It's Saturday," Severus said. "Why are you up so early?"

"I have to get up early to make a full breakfast," Harry said.

"For who?"

"Uncle Vernon likes a full breakfast on the weekends. So I have to get up early in order to make everything so its ready when he wakes up. Can you come help me?"

"Your uncle isn't here," Severus reminded.

"Oh yeah," Harry said thoughtfully. "I can make it for you."

"I haven't eaten a full breakfast in years. I don't even think I could. Could you?"

"No. Aunt Petunia says a bite of scrambled eggs, a half a tomato, and a full glass of milk will keep me going all day."

"Of course, she did." Severus yawned and leaned back against his pillows. He closed his eyes. "Why don't you try going back to bed for a bit longer, hmm?"

"I can't," Harry said, grabbing Severus's arm and pulling in a weak attempt to get Severus out of the bed. "It's morning. I have to make breakfast now. Do you have beans, sausage, mushrooms, black pudding . . .?"

"I don't even like black pudding," Severus admitted. He pulled his arm free of Harry's grasp, then picked up the child and settled him on the bed at his side, wrapping an arm him and covering them both with his blanket. Harry frowned, then looked up at Severus.

"What do you like?" he asked.

"Now you ask me?" Severus smirked. He ran a hand through Harry's hair as he hummed in thought. "I like to sleep in on my days off. I like freshly brewed coffee first thing in the morning. I like for my kids to get enough sleep."

"I slept enough," Harry said as he yawned.

"That will be the last time you go to bed early," Severus decided. He gently pushed Harry's head down against his shoulder, encouraging him to lie down. "Why don't we try relaxing for another hour or two?"

"What about breakfast?"

"We can make something later. I highly doubt you're starving right now. Are you?"

Harry shook his head.

"Good. Then it can wait. Besides, I prefer something much lighter in the mornings. What about a yogurt parfait instead of a heavy meal, with lots of fruits and nuts added? Maybe some whipped cream on top?"

"I've never had a yogurt parfait. How do I make it?"

"I'll show you. After a little more sleep." Severus removed Harry's glasses and set them on his stand. He patted Harry's back. "And new rule: wait for me to come get you to help with breakfast, okay? If you wake up first, stay in your bed."

"Okay," Harry said. He snuggled against Severus's side, staring off at the side wall for a moment while he fiddled with a loose thread on the blanket. "Aunt Petunia does this with Dudley sometimes."

"Does she?"

"Yeah," Harry confirmed. He yawned again and rubbed his eyes. "I like it."

Severus couldn't help the smile that broke across his face. That had to count as some points in favor over "Aunt Petunia." He genuinely hoped that Harry slowly came to understand that the way Petunia treated her son was how she should have treated Harry all along. After a few minutes, Severus felt Harry become deadweight against his side and he opened his eyes and glanced down. It had not taken Harry long to fall asleep. Severus wondered how long Harry's internal clock would continue going off. He could not do these early mornings seven days a week.

Severus rubbed Harry's back as he closed his eyes again.

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