Harry Potter's Real Dad

"What is it, Harry?" Severus asked.

Harry glanced at the owl that was sleeping in its cage, then stared at Severus from the door frame.

'You may come in," Severus encouraged.

Harry shuffled into the room. He leaned against Severus's desk.

"What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked. "I'm bored."

"I'd say homework if you're that bored, but unfortunately, you're not in school yet. What do you want to do?"

"I could clean," Harry said.

"That doesn't sound like something you want to do."

"But I'm good at it."

"I'm sure you are."

"What would you like me to clean?"

"Your room if you need to." Severus answered easily.

Harry shook his head and Severus shrugged.

"Then I guess there's nothing for you to clean right now."

Harry watched Severus mark up an essay in red ink for a few silent seconds before asking, "Can I go outside?"

Severus paused in his work as he eyed Harry.

"I really do not want you outside without me, and right now, I need to finish grading these essays. Why don't you go see what Iris is up to, hmm? Maybe she'll let you play some games with her."

"Okay," Harry said. Glad to have something to do, he walked out of the study and headed for Iris's bedroom. There, he found Iris braiding the hair on one of her dolls. Her own red hair was braided to the side and she was wearing a sparkly pink dress over her jeans and had a tiara on her head.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"We're going to have a tea party," Iris said, gesturing to her many toys sitting in chairs around a little table. "Why?"

"I'm supposed to come play with you."

"You're supposed to?" Iris raised a brow at that in a similar manner Severus would. "Or do you want to?"

Harry shrugged.

"Do you want to join my tea party?" Iris asked excitedly. "I could make you a prince."

It didn't sound so bad. Harry had never been to a tea party. And a prince sounded cool. He nodded, and Iris's smile grew as she jumped over to a desk with a large mirror centerpiece.

"Okay, sit here." Iris pointed at the chair in front of a vanity desk. Harry sat down and waited patiently. Iris grabbed a crown from her closet and plopped it on Harry's head. Then she grabbed something off her desk and uncapped it.

"Is that lipstick?" Harry asked, pulling his head back when she reached for him.

"No, it's chapstick," Iris corrected.

"It's pink."

"Just a little bit."

Harry sighed but relented as Iris applied the chapstick to his lips. It was just a slight pink that remained on his lips. That was tolerable. He watched Iris closely as she grabbed some kind of powder and a brush this time.

"What's that?"

"It's just to make you look tanner. You're paler than dad."

"No, I'm not," Harry protested, but Iris was already applying the bronzer in as good as a job as a six-year-old could do.

"All princes wear a little make-up. It's formal. Hold still, I'm almost done."

"I'm not a real prince," Harry said. "Why do I have to wear it?"

"To make it more believable. You know, Dad doesn't argue this much."

Iris picked up a different powder this time. She dabbed a new brush in it and began rubbing it over Harry's cheek. He gasped at himself in the mirror at what she was doing. His cheek was turning pink. He yanked his head away.

"Stop it!" Harry said.

"Princes have rosy cheeks."

"No, they don't! I don't want rosy cheeks," Harry said, pushing away in the chair and jumping out of the seat. He stomped out of the room, throwing the crown off his head.

"Harry!" Iris called after him.

Harry tried rubbing the horrible stuff off his face as he rushed down the stairs and back to Severus's study. He pouted as he walked up to Severus's desk, frowning up at the man. Severus glanced up at him. A smile threatened his face and he choked and coughed into his hands to cover up the laughter that tried to escape.

"It's not funny," Harry glared.

"I know, I know," Severus said. He summoned a washcloth and used his wand to spray it down with a cleanser. "Come here, I'll clean it off. I guess I should have seen that coming."

Harry allowed Severus to wipe the make-up off his face. Iris ran in a second later and pointed an accusatory finger at Harry.

"Dad, he won't be my prince," she said.

"I don't want to wear this stuff," Harry complained before closing his mouth as Severus wiped the chapstick away.

"Iris," Severus said, "can't he be a prince without the make over?"

"No, he has to look like a prince."

"How about a knight?"

"I don't want a knight at my tea party."

Severus tossed the washcloth on his desk and gently grasped Harry's chin and tilted his head this way and that to look him over once more. He summoned a handheld mirror for Harry, who was relieved to see his face back to normal. Severus looked over at his sulking daughter, then at the stack of unfinished essays. He sighed. At this rate he'd be working until midnight.

"You know what?" Severus said, smiling at both kids. "I think I know what Harry might like to dress as."

"What?" Iris and Harry asked.

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