Christmas under Duress

Chapter Four

"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione asked fretfully when he sat down beside her.

"Sure. Never better," he said sarcastically, while biting into a dinner roll.

"Hey Harry?" Ron called. "What are you going to name him?"

"Who?"

"Him."

"Who?"

"Him! The one sitting with the headmaster! He's your child! Its the parent's duty to name his child!"

"Ok, Ron! Calm down! Now what are you talking about again?"

"Harry, he's talking t yot your little creation today in Potions," Hermione interjected hastily.

"Didn't Snape destroy it?"

"Nope. Cause here he comes," she whispered.

"Daddy!" cried the dark skinned man/creature and jumped onto Harry's lap and in to his arms.

"What the-" Harry exclaimed and looked closely at the creature. "I made this? Man, i'm good," he said wondrously.

A few whistles and catcalls were being tossed around. However, they grew silent, when Harry gave them all the Potter's Death Glare.

"Keep your filthy hands off my son! If you know what's good for you, you wouldn't even look at him!" Harry threatened.

"Look daddy! Look at what Albus gave me! He gave me cloths, shoes, and lots of candy!"

"Really?" Harry turned to look at Dumbledore with an eyebrow raised. "I see."

The headmaster was looking the other way and was whistling innocently.

"He's so handsome, kind, and gentle..."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You seem to have some sort of fixation on him. Why? Don't you think he's kind of old?"

Ron snorted. "You didn't see him earlier! A woman's 'pirate' fantasy come true!"

"He's nice to me! He said I didn't have to be evil! I can be my own person," the creature went on without missing a beat.

"Aren't you a little dark to be my son?" Harry wondered out loud.

"He gave me this pendent to protect me! Isn't it pretty, daddy?" he asked holding out the necklace so Harry could see it.

"Gorgeous," Harry agreed. "That was very sweet of him."

The dark man shifted positions on Harry's lap, and for the first time he was silent.

"What is it?" Harry asked tightening his arms around the creature/man.

"Daddy, what's my name?"

"Your name? You mean Dumbledore didn't give you one?"

He shook his head.

"Hmm, let me think about it..." Harry drawled. He looked around the Great Hall for inspiration.
His gaze landed on the teacher's table and a wicked smirk formed on his face as he sought out Professor Severus Snape.

Silently, Harry watched Severus spoon his soup into his delicious looking mouth. Oh, how Harry wished
he was that soup being sucked down into that mouth.

After awhile, the professor looked up. He must have felt the youth's gaze on him.

'What is that idiot boy up to now!' he wondered silently as he took in the mischievious grin.

Harry broke the eye contact to look at his overgrown son, that was still in his lap.

"Do you like the name James?" he asked.

His son appeared to be thinking. "Potter? James Potter?"

"Yes. James Tyrone Potter. James was my father's name," Harry explained. "Do you like it?"

"JT!" James broke into a beautiful smile. "I love it!"

He bounced off his father's lap and ran back to the headmaster.

Harry watched his son converse with Dumbledore.

"You know, you are completely wicked!" 'Mione admonished.

"Heh, heh, he!"

"Snape will probably try to kill you, you know," Ron pointed out.

"Hee, hee, hee!"

"Have you no shame?" 'Mione.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

"Are you insane!?" Ron.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

There was a sudden commotion at the teacher's table. It appeared that Severus had choked on his drink,
and Dumbledore was pounding on his back.

James looked on innocently, having no idea that he was the cause of the discomfort.

"Is he alright?" James asked Professor McGonagall.

She smiled. "Oh, he will be! Don't worry your cute little head!"

James beamed brightly at her.

She blinked, surprised. "I must say," she breathed, "you are definately a Potter. Your skin may be darker,
but there's no mistaking those emerald, green eyes. Only a Potter could have those eyes of such brilliant
green!" She sighed and took on a glazed look. "If only I were a man!" she muttered to herself.

James tilted his head in confusion. "Why would you wish to be a man? You're far more beautiful as a girl," he said sincerely.

Minerva McGonagall was shocked into silence. She gulped down some of her tea and promptly choked.

Pomona Sprout began to pound her back.

When she gained her breath back, she bestowed a kiss on James's forehead. "Oh, you delightful child! I'll tell
you when you are older. Till then, never change!"

Severus was still choking. Everyone was watching the teacher's table. They had never seen so much
entertainment up there before. Suddenly, Severus shot up from his chair and whipped out his wand. He
pointed it at The-Boy-Who-Lived-and-Then-Fucking-Live-Again! Everyone screamed and doved uder the tables.
Everyone except Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

"Severus, calm down! You don't want to hurt him!" Albus cajoled.

"Oh, yes I do! I promise I won't kill him. Just let me take a leg! A leg!" Severus pleaded.

"No!"

"An arm!" whined Severus

"No!" confirmed Dumbledore

"A finger!" Severus complained

"No!" exclaimed the rest of the staff

"A toe?" Severus asked

"No, no, no!" Dumbledore said firmly

"No?" Severus question

"NO!" yelled the staff

Severus put his wand back in his robe. "Damn!" He said angrily