A Severus and Waverly Ficlet
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darth_stitchFinally! I got to write about little Waverly. Whee!!
Snapercup's Baby Or Waverly Finally Gets A Little Story of Her Own
by Darth Stitch
DISCLAIMER: Just playing in JKR's sandbox. WIll put 'em back when I'm done.
DEDICATION: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aliciamasters who's been waiting ages for a Waverly story and who's her godmother, after all. Hee.
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Waverly's hair defied all laws of nature.
Perhaps he had it coming, Severus thought ruefully, as he tried to brush Waverly's hair into some semblance of order. He'd always hoped that none of his children would ever inherit that infamous Snape nose. The two girls were lucky enough to escape that particular genetic curse but Arthur wasn't, poor lad.
But, Severus thought, as he futilely tried to sort out Waverly's wild, dark locks, perhaps he should have added the wish that none of the children inherited Harry's infamously unruly hair. All right, to be fair, it was only Waverly who ended up looking like a miniature female version of Harry, except for the fact that she did not need glasses. Just like Arthur ended up looking somewhat like a miniature version of Severus himself, except that he needed glasses while their oldest, Katerina, was said to have taken the best features from both fathers and was an exceptionally beautiful little girl (this being Severus and Harry's completely unbiased opinion).
Well, Waverly was an exceptionally beautiful little girl too. Even if her hair did look lamentably like a rat's nest as of the moment.
"Ow," said Waverly, scowling at her reflection in the mirror. At that moment, she didn't look so much like a miniature version of Harry. There was no mistaking where she got that particular expression from.
"If you hold still, this wouldn't hurt at all," Severus chided her.
"But it's hopeless, Papa," Waverly whined.
"I will not have my children look like scruffy, unwashed street urchins!" Another swipe of the brush. "With hedgehog quills instead of proper hair!"
"Blame Daddy then," Waverly pointed out sulkily. "You always said that he gave me my hair."
"I know," Severus commiserated with her. "We'll blame your other father. It's all his fault." He frowned, trying to figure out a way to sort out the wild curls enough for braiding. Or even sweep them back in a ponytail. He and Harry weren't into frills and bows for their little girls but making them look neat and presentable was all they could ask for. At least Katerina, at eleven, was perfectly capable of doing that herself now.
"I wish I weren't so ugly," Waverly said dejectedly, leaning against her Papa's chest with a sigh.
"Ugly?!" He gently turned the little girl sitting on his lap until she could face him. "What in Merlin's name put that into your head? Did anyone actually call you that?" Oh, for his wand, which was never out of easy reach and for a painfully excruciating hex he could hurl at the bastard(s?) who dared speak thus to his precious little girl.
Waverly looked down and picked at the imaginary loose threads on his sleeve. "No." She bit her lip. "But Katerina always looks so nice."
"You look every bit as nice as your older sister does and I'm sure you're quite aware that I do not waste my time with idle flattery," Severus told her sternly.
Waverly arched a brow - an amusingly adult expression that made her father press his lips tightly together to hide his smirk. "You're my Papa. You're biased."
"I'm your Papa and my word is law," Severus told her loftily. "Therefore if I say you're beautiful, you are. And I am not alone in my opinion - even non-members of our family think the same."
"Well, if you say that then you can't say you're old and ugly either!" Waverly said triumphantly.
Now that certainly caught Severus off balance. "What on earth are you talking about, bratling?" he demanded, trying to cover himself.
"You always say you're old and ugly and Daddy says you're not."
"Your other father wears glasses. Need I say more?" Severus pointed out wryly.
"Shush. I'm not finished," Waverly told him. "Daddy's word is law too, 'cos he's Daddy. And Arthur, Katerina and I think you're very handsome too and everyone else plus all your students think you're perfectly 'dashing.' So there!"
Severus stared at his little girl, who looked very much like a certain Gryffindor at his most earnest at that very moment. All his life Severus had never really thought much of his looks, greasy hair, potion-stained fingers, yellowed teeth, great beak of a nose and all. He'd heard all the insults and jibes at his appearance, beginning from his unlamented father to his schoolmates, all the way to adulthood, and he'd fairly much accepted it as fact by now. Especially since looking at a mirror confirmed it for him.
He knew that his husband thought him beautiful both in despite and for what he perceived as his physical flaws and Severus had always thought that was because Harry was, as the saying went, blindly in love.
But perhaps Harry wasn't so blind after all.
He held Waverly close and stroked the unruly mop of dark hair. "Very well, if you say that, I believe you. It really upsets you that much, does it?" He should have known that, of course. No child wanted to hear their parents speak of themselves so.
But perhaps his little girl wasn't so blind either. Or his other children. Perhaps they did see him far more clearly, a truer reflection of himself than the one he regularly perceived in the mirror.
"You're not old and ugly," Waverly announced it as fact, clearly brooking no argument about it. "And you'll never say that again. Do you hear?"
"Yes, Miss Potter-Snape." He deadpanned, inwardly rejoicing that his youngest daughter was, thank Merlin, not so hopelessly Gryffindor. "Minx." He had to get the last word in after all.
But Waverly, being her father's daughter of course, beat him to it.
"As you wish, Papa."
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Snapercup's Baby Or Waverly Finally Gets A Little Story of Her Own
by Darth Stitch
DISCLAIMER: Just playing in JKR's sandbox. WIll put 'em back when I'm done.
DEDICATION: For
aliciamasters who's been waiting ages for a Waverly story and who's her godmother, after all. Hee.***
Waverly's hair defied all laws of nature.
Perhaps he had it coming, Severus thought ruefully, as he tried to brush Waverly's hair into some semblance of order. He'd always hoped that none of his children would ever inherit that infamous Snape nose. The two girls were lucky enough to escape that particular genetic curse but Arthur wasn't, poor lad.
But, Severus thought, as he futilely tried to sort out Waverly's wild, dark locks, perhaps he should have added the wish that none of the children inherited Harry's infamously unruly hair. All right, to be fair, it was only Waverly who ended up looking like a miniature female version of Harry, except for the fact that she did not need glasses. Just like Arthur ended up looking somewhat like a miniature version of Severus himself, except that he needed glasses while their oldest, Katerina, was said to have taken the best features from both fathers and was an exceptionally beautiful little girl (this being Severus and Harry's completely unbiased opinion).
Well, Waverly was an exceptionally beautiful little girl too. Even if her hair did look lamentably like a rat's nest as of the moment.
"Ow," said Waverly, scowling at her reflection in the mirror. At that moment, she didn't look so much like a miniature version of Harry. There was no mistaking where she got that particular expression from.
"If you hold still, this wouldn't hurt at all," Severus chided her.
"But it's hopeless, Papa," Waverly whined.
"I will not have my children look like scruffy, unwashed street urchins!" Another swipe of the brush. "With hedgehog quills instead of proper hair!"
"Blame Daddy then," Waverly pointed out sulkily. "You always said that he gave me my hair."
"I know," Severus commiserated with her. "We'll blame your other father. It's all his fault." He frowned, trying to figure out a way to sort out the wild curls enough for braiding. Or even sweep them back in a ponytail. He and Harry weren't into frills and bows for their little girls but making them look neat and presentable was all they could ask for. At least Katerina, at eleven, was perfectly capable of doing that herself now.
"I wish I weren't so ugly," Waverly said dejectedly, leaning against her Papa's chest with a sigh.
"Ugly?!" He gently turned the little girl sitting on his lap until she could face him. "What in Merlin's name put that into your head? Did anyone actually call you that?" Oh, for his wand, which was never out of easy reach and for a painfully excruciating hex he could hurl at the bastard(s?) who dared speak thus to his precious little girl.
Waverly looked down and picked at the imaginary loose threads on his sleeve. "No." She bit her lip. "But Katerina always looks so nice."
"You look every bit as nice as your older sister does and I'm sure you're quite aware that I do not waste my time with idle flattery," Severus told her sternly.
Waverly arched a brow - an amusingly adult expression that made her father press his lips tightly together to hide his smirk. "You're my Papa. You're biased."
"I'm your Papa and my word is law," Severus told her loftily. "Therefore if I say you're beautiful, you are. And I am not alone in my opinion - even non-members of our family think the same."
"Well, if you say that then you can't say you're old and ugly either!" Waverly said triumphantly.
Now that certainly caught Severus off balance. "What on earth are you talking about, bratling?" he demanded, trying to cover himself.
"You always say you're old and ugly and Daddy says you're not."
"Your other father wears glasses. Need I say more?" Severus pointed out wryly.
"Shush. I'm not finished," Waverly told him. "Daddy's word is law too, 'cos he's Daddy. And Arthur, Katerina and I think you're very handsome too and everyone else plus all your students think you're perfectly 'dashing.' So there!"
Severus stared at his little girl, who looked very much like a certain Gryffindor at his most earnest at that very moment. All his life Severus had never really thought much of his looks, greasy hair, potion-stained fingers, yellowed teeth, great beak of a nose and all. He'd heard all the insults and jibes at his appearance, beginning from his unlamented father to his schoolmates, all the way to adulthood, and he'd fairly much accepted it as fact by now. Especially since looking at a mirror confirmed it for him.
He knew that his husband thought him beautiful both in despite and for what he perceived as his physical flaws and Severus had always thought that was because Harry was, as the saying went, blindly in love.
But perhaps Harry wasn't so blind after all.
He held Waverly close and stroked the unruly mop of dark hair. "Very well, if you say that, I believe you. It really upsets you that much, does it?" He should have known that, of course. No child wanted to hear their parents speak of themselves so.
But perhaps his little girl wasn't so blind either. Or his other children. Perhaps they did see him far more clearly, a truer reflection of himself than the one he regularly perceived in the mirror.
"You're not old and ugly," Waverly announced it as fact, clearly brooking no argument about it. "And you'll never say that again. Do you hear?"
"Yes, Miss Potter-Snape." He deadpanned, inwardly rejoicing that his youngest daughter was, thank Merlin, not so hopelessly Gryffindor. "Minx." He had to get the last word in after all.
But Waverly, being her father's daughter of course, beat him to it.
"As you wish, Papa."
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Date: 2005-06-08 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-08 07:35 pm (UTC)Lovely to read this. :)
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Date: 2005-06-08 10:43 pm (UTC)A story for Waverly! Yay!
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Date: 2005-06-08 10:48 pm (UTC)Can we say Classic Middle Child Syndrome?
*runs for dear life*
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Date: 2005-06-08 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 12:02 am (UTC)Karone Richardson
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Date: 2005-06-09 01:17 am (UTC)Thank you!
snappercup universe
Date: 2005-06-09 01:29 am (UTC)Re: snappercup universe
Date: 2005-06-09 07:24 am (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/~darthstitchakajediskysong
This was all begun by "As You Wish" - the fairytale that Harry is telling Katerina.
If I've missed anything on ff.net, they're also in my LJ memories:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=darth_stitch
And Harry as the Dark Bunneh Lord is still in the same universe, carried on by my one-alien RPG as
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Date: 2005-06-09 02:44 am (UTC)love Waverly!
[grooms the rats next with the only reliable method- feline]
this is waverly
Date: 2005-06-09 07:08 am (UTC)thank you uncle shroomie.
that tickles!
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 07:26 am (UTC)Let's leave him to his delusions, shall we? XP
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:44 am (UTC)Jir: Is that a... human child?
Me: Yes, haven't you seen any?
Jir: Not since I entered school at 10. I forgot they were so small. Are they all so clever? How do you get one of your own?
Me: Erm... don't you know how?
Jir: ???
Me: Uh-oh.
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Date: 2005-06-09 07:31 am (UTC)Ahem.
I'd say Waverly was four going on five in this fic. Yes, she's VERY precocious. But hey, she's Snape's daughter, what else can we expect? XP
See my Snape muse preen even more. XP
Maths
Date: 2005-06-10 02:17 am (UTC)Jir: The Jedi Snape is Waverly's father, correct?
Me: That's right.
Jir: But... it says Harry is her father, too.
Me: Well, her dad, yes.
Jir: Hang about here - two males producing one child? Even *I* know the math here is funny.
Me: Actually they produced three. Perhaps you'd better ask Harry about it?
Jir: I will! If the Jedi could do this, we'd have been hip-deep in them! *Strides off purposfully in search of Harry*
Re: Maths
Date: 2005-06-10 02:34 am (UTC)Harry: *pulls nervously at his collar* Um. It's a magical thing. Happens very rarely. Of course, since EVERYTHING happens to me, I end up with three kids.
Severus: I was the one who had Waverly, of all the impossible, preposterous things.
Harry: Excuse me, you just had ONE of the kids - I had TWO of them!
Waverly: *climbs up on Papa's lap for a cuddle and nap*
Severus: *melts, scowls at the rest of the planet but is still cuddling Waverly anyway*
Harry: *snickers*
Re: Maths
Date: 2005-06-10 03:01 am (UTC)Harry: Ye-es.
Jir: Who did the cloning?
Harry: The *what*?
Jir: The cloning, you know, cell samples, growth solution, that sort of thing. It must've cost a fortune, especially if you didn't have it done in the Empire. I mean, the Emperor grew many clones, but he was rolling in credits and the Emperor, so... *Has a sudden thought* Did you Hogwarts Jedi create your own cloning facility?
Re: Maths
Date: 2005-06-10 06:44 am (UTC)Severus: *to Anakin* Is this man of yours really as pig-ignorant of human reproduction as he pretends to be?
Anakin: Don't look at me! I married my Queen and she got pregnant with our twins in the usual way. Don't blame me if you two decided to end up magically pregnant! *looks Harry over* And you did it TWICE.
Harry: Sod. Off. *growls*
Anakin: *hisses* Don't make go Sith on you, "Dark Bunny Lord."
Harry: I don't need a wand to hex you stupid, y'arrogant git!
Anakin: *tries to Force-choke Harry*
Harry: *zaps Anakin into a frog*
Severus: That he had coming. How long is he going to stay like that, by the way?
Harry: Oh. Until Padme kisses him. XP Get the beautiful Queen to kiss the frog, see?
Jir: *is still confused*
Harry: *sighs* Let me explain to you the joys of gay sex and magical male pregnancy....
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Date: 2005-06-12 02:54 pm (UTC)I figure that Snape, at least the one that lives in my head, would come up with....er, "unique" endearments of his own, ones that wouldn't sound so at first hearing. Like "brat," for example.
*slants a nervous glance over a certain messy-haired myopic Gryffindor*
And if he happens to refer to said Gryffindor as "my darling" in public, I always imagine him saying it through gritted teeth, prelude to a rather spectacular display of bad temper.
Or in as fine a sarcastic manner as I can imagine Rickman!Snape doing, the one that would set your teeth on edge and raise your hackles. Oh dear....
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Date: 2005-06-14 11:14 am (UTC)Oooh, too good an image ;-)
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Date: 2005-06-13 09:29 pm (UTC)Iweyour family and friends always said! <3<3<3no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 09:31 pm (UTC)((Pssst, Stitch... Family portrait on the way *wink*))
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Date: 2005-06-14 03:20 am (UTC)Thanks, sweetie.