It seemed like no time at all before the school year was over. Harry had mostly stayed out of trouble. The first few days after school ended, Harry stayed with Mrs. Sprout because Severus had in-service days to finish out the year. He was only a little worried about spending his summer vacation with Mr. Snape.

The first day that Severus didn't have to go to work, he got up and made omelets. Harry'y omelet was just the way he liked it. "Mr. Snape, this is really good. Thanks."

"You are very welcome, Harry. I'm glad you like it." Severus paused. "You know, Harry, you don't have to call me Mr. Snape all of the time."

Harry looked up. "What else would I call you?"

"You could call me by my name, Severus."

"That doesn't seem right, to me. It doesn't seem respectful enough."

Greg and Severus eyed each other across the table. "How about Uncle Severus, Harry? That's respectful and acknowledges that he is family," Greg suggested.

"Yeah, I guess. I'll try it."

"Harry," Greg waited for Harry to look up. "Severus will be your other father soon. Maybe you could think of something related to that."

"Oh," Harry thought for a second, "like I call you Dad or Daddy and maybe I could call him Father or PaPa or something." Greg nodded. Harry looked over to Severus. "Mr. Snape, I've actually been thinking about this a little. Could I call you Da or is that too familiar?"

Severus smiled. "I like the sound of that. Da, yes, it seems perfect."

Harry grinned back. "Da, you make great omelets." Greg and Severus both chuckled as Harry dug back into his eggs. The family finished eating and Harry began to clear the table as Severus started loading the dishwasher. Greg stood up to get ready for work. Just as he started for the bedroom, Harry asked, "Dad, Da, when are you getting married?"

"Good question, Harry," laughed Severus.

"Yeah, kiddo, we just worked out the details last night. We'll be going to get our license tomorrow and then next weekend we'll go to Cape May and tie the knot."

"Do I get to come?"

"Of course," Severus and Greg answered in unison.

"We were hoping you would be part of the ceremony," added Greg.

"Really? What will I do?"

"It has something to do with sand. We're not sure exactly, but the officiant will explain it to you."

"What's an officiant?" questioned Harry.

"That's the person who is in charge of the wedding. She will lead the ceremony and then sign our license to prove that we're married."


"Harry?" said Greg gently.

Harry looked at his father, "Yes?"

"We have arranged for you to spend some time away from us while we're in Cape May."

"Who's going to take care of me?"

"Mrs. Sprout. She's coming down to be a witness at the ceremony and then she'll spend the rest of the day with you."


"Uh, Greg, don't we need two witnesses?" asked Severus.

"Our officiant is bringing the other one, unless you have somebody in mind."

"No, that sounds good."

The drive to Cape May took about three hours, and Harry was able to sleep through most of it. When they arrived they checked into their bed and breakfast and then headed to the boardwalk for a stroll. They were to meet with their officiant, Sybill Trelawney, that evening so they had most of the day to just enjoy the beach.

Harry wanted to go wading, but Greg and Severus insisted on lunch first. Afterward the three of them took off their shoes, rolled up their jeans, and walked along the edge of the water. It was easier for Greg to walk in the packed sand, and Harry enjoyed chasing the waves back and forth. After a bit, the men sat down on some beach chairs and watched Harry as he searched for seashells.

Their meeting with Ms. Trelawney was interesting. "She's a bit of a space cadet, isn't she?" whispered Greg as they climbed the stairs to their suite.

"Yes," answered Greg, "I hope she knows what she's doing."

"Daddy," Harry said loudly, "Why was that lady so weird?" Greg hushed Harry as Severus fought back a grin.

The next morning the three men met Mrs. Sprout for dinner. Then the four walked down to the beach where the ceremony was to take place. Their officiant was waiting for them with a man who looked to be at least 80 and had a long white beard. "Is that Santa Claus?" asked Harry.

"Of course not," answered Severus.

Ms. Trelawney greeted them. "Ah, I knew you would be here early. This is my friend, Albus." The four men greeted each other by shaking hands, but Albus kissed Mrs. Sprout's hand. Harry decided to ask his Dad about that later.

"Let us begin," announced the officiant. She arranged the wedding party under what she called an arch, but Harry thought it looked more like a K'nex house with a flat roof and no walls. It just had blue fabric draped over it. She had Greg and Severus face toward each other in the middle. Mrs. Sprout stood facing Greg and Albus stood facing Severus. Harry stood between the two witnesses, but a little closer to his Dad and Da.

Harry stood staring at the waves lapping at the sand as Ms. Trelawney welcomed them to the ceremony and talked about what a happy day it was and how important marriage was. Then she started the vows.

"Greg, what are your vows to Severus?"

"Severus, whatever lies ahead, good or bad, we will face together. Life may test us, and time may try us, but if we look to each other first, we will always see a friend. I promise to laugh with you when times are good, and to suffer with you when they are bad. I promise to call you when I'm going to be late.


"Greg, whatever lies ahead, good or bad, we will face together. Life may test us, and time may try us, but if we look to each other first, we will always see a friend. I promise to laugh with you when times are good, and to suffer with you when they are bad. I promise to love your son as my own."


"Yes, ma'am?"

"Do you promise to accept the responsibility of being the son of Greg and Severus, and to encourage them, support them, and accept them?"

"I do."

"Harry, please get the sand jar." She nodded to a small table off to the side. Harry scrambled over and grabbed it. It was just an old Mason jar. "Okay, now hold it up between your fathers."

Harry did so.

"Now, gentlemen, please pour your sand into the jar to represent the blending or your lives." Each man pulled out a tube of sand that he'd been carrying and began to pour. When their sand was almost gone, she stopped them and ask them to hold the jar together. "Harry, what did you find?"

Harry dug into his pocket for the three items he had chosen from his beachcombing trip. First he held up an old piece of shell. It had been smoothed out from years at sea and had black and white stripes. "This is for Daddy, because I'm not sure what it is, but I like it." He added it to the jar. The next was a small black shark's tooth. "This is for Da because I used to be afraid of him and he always wears black." The final item was a Cape May diamond. It was almost clear and shaped like a tiny egg. "This is me, because." Harry's mind flitted through all of the reasons he had considered: It's cute like me. It's not perfect. It's been worn down by its travels. I like it, but he finished with, "Well, it just is." All of the adults smiled.

"Greg and Severus, please pour the rest of your sand into the jar." They did so and Ms. Trelawney added a lid. "Hold onto this, Harry." Harry hugged the jar to himself. "Greg and Severus," she announced in her ethereal voice. "By the power vested in me by the State of New Jersey, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss." Greg and Severus kissed. Ms. Trelawney ended, "Witnesses and Harry, I present to you Greg and Severus." Albus and Mrs. Sprout and a few strangers who had gathered applauded. Greg and Severus kissed again.

When they finished, Greg took the jar from Harry and handed it to Mrs. Sprout, then each man grabbed one of Harry's hands and walked down toward the water where they had a group hug. Seeing an opportunity that he couldn't pass up, Harry bent down and splashed the men with water. "Now you've asked for it, Harry!" laughed Greg as he leaned down and splashed his son. The witnesses stood on the beach smiling at the splashing which ended when Greg and Severus picked up Harry, swung him back and forth by his hands and feet, and tossed him in the water. Harry jumped up and attempted to shove his fathers over. They gave in and plopped down at the edge of the water and enjoyed the sunset.