Your Mama

Ron prodded Harry’s shoulder sharply to awake him from his slumber.

“Wake up, mate!”

Harry blinked and raised himself onto his forearms, taking in the familiar surrounding of his room at Grimmauld Place. “What happened?”

Ron’s brow furrowed in concern. “You were screaming, Harry. I couldn’t make out what you were saying though.”

Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you

Harry smiled as he remembered what he had been dreaming of. His mother, Lily, had been teaching him a spell to impress girls. Halfway through the dream however, Snape had appeared.

But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.

Harry screamed, eyes wide.

Ron covered his ears. “What the bloody hell?”

Harry took deep breaths and attempted to remain calm. Why had he dreamed such a thing? As far as he knew, Snape didn’t even like his mother. According to Frued…dreams are the deepest desires of an individual…the fuck was going on?

“You two had better come down for breakfast before it disappears!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice drifted up the stairs.

Harry avoided Ron’s eye as he changed into his baggy clothes. Ron didn’t bother changing; he was out the door before Harry could apologize for his fit of hysteria. As he made his way down the creaking steps, fragments of his dream filtered back into his mind.

Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am, I am.

Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly. “You look a bit pale, dearie.” Her heavy hand rested comfortably on his shoulder.

“I’m all right, Mrs. Weasley, nothing your cooking can’t fix,” Harry replied, flashing her a grin.

Mrs. Weasley gently shoved him towards the kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Harry wished he had remained outside with Mrs. Weasley. Ron was shovelling in grotesque amounts of food down his throat. However, the worst part was that instead of the delicious breakfast that his mother had made, Ron was eating twinkies, hohos and lemon meringue pie.

Harry made a face but decided (wisely) not to comment. He sat down and ate quickly, taking care to cover his own mouth.

Moments later Mrs. Weasley stormed into the kitchen, an angry scowl on her face. “Hurry up, boys! The Order and Dumbledore will be arriving shortly.”

Harry traded confused glances with Ron. He picked up a few of Mrs. Weasley’s angry murmurs and wondered why the Order was congregating on such short notice. Harry didn’t get to ponder the topic for too long as the door slammed open and none other than Severus Snape entered the house. Harry felt sick to his stomach as he watched the dour potion’s master stride into the kitchen, robe billowing behind him. As their eyes met, another flash of Harry’s dream came back.

I am the man who's lovin'
Your mama all night long
And it feels so right
And feels so wrong
It feels so good when we get it on.

“Excuse me!” Harry gasped, covering his mouth as he ran for the nearest toilet.

When Harry came back, he received a strange glare from Snape. Harry snapped his eyes shut, having just remembered the man’s talent for Occlumency. How much had Snape seen if any?

“Potter!” Snape sat down gingerly on a stool. “Where is your mother?”

“What do you want with my mum?” Harry choked out, heart thundering.

Snape arched a brow. “Should you not be packing for school?”

I don't have a lot to say (to say)
I don't have a lot to do (to do)
Here's your lunch money, honey
Get to school, now

Harry was about to respond, but a cheerful voice called out for him. Grinning, Harry shot out of the kitchen and greeted his mother with a hug.

“Harry!” Lily exclaimed. “Merlin, how I’ve missed you.”

“You have been gone for only three days,” Snape drawled out from behind him.

You would know, wouldn’t you? Lily thought viciously in her mind.

Snape sneered, his eyes locked firmly with hers.

Well heaven lent a helping hand
A helping hand of a dirty old man

Harry did not miss the transaction and before he knew it, stars burst in front of his eyes and the world faded to black. Unfortunately, his dreams were far from over…

Nobody loves you
Like your mama loves you
But who's lovin' your mama?
I am (I am), I am (I am).

A/N:

This lovely crack-fic was co-written by ArcadaA and myself.

Leave a comment please, we know ya’ll can relate to this. Don’t be ashamed, we won’t judge you. -Grin-

The song used for this is called "Your Mama" by Kennedy.

Because we…

ENJOY!

… YOUR MAMA!