He had not read a lot of muggle literature, his life had not really been conducive to reading for pleasure. His mother had read him when he was a child, she had collected a few battered books from charity shops. Tom’s Midnight Garden had been his favourite and The Lion the Witch and Wardrobe had been his mother’s favourite. She had also read Charlotte's Web to him and as a very young child, she had read him poems from a Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson. Severus had treasured the times she curled up in his bed with him and read him stories. It was something he knew Harry wanted to do for their children. He didn’t want his kids to struggle the way he did at school, to that end there was already a whole shelf in the library dedicated to young children’s literature. 