As I try hopelessly to get Potter to settle down, there came a knock upon my door.

Potter screeches like banshee in labour. Cursing, I open the door just as the fiend in my arms manage to land a solid kick to my nose.

“OW!”

“Professor Snape.”

I am finally able to secure the baby and glare at the unwanted guest.

“Ms. Granger! What do you want?” I curse at the little-miss-know-it-all.

“Professor Snape!  You’re not holding him right!” Granger tells me that overconfident voice of hers. 

“What?”

“The baby; I’ve read about them. You’re doing it wrong.”

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