“You will focus on your studies and classes,” Snape had droned on, striding back and forth in front of your form. His robes billowed behind him, the fabric fluttering with his marches.

He did the same speech every year to you, giving the same lecture you could recount word-for-word. Of course, neither of you could help it, considering he was your father.

Yet, it seemed that he added something new to his soliloquy this year around, stopping right in front of you as he stared deep into your eyes.

“And, no…boys.” He maundered, his unkept brows creasing just by the look in your face.

This was the trials he had to face as your father. Of course…