The Night of 101 Surprises

Chapter One

Harry was sitting on the couch in this living room, trying to relax from a stressful day of work when the door slammed open so hard that Harry thought the door would fall off of its hinges, and then proceeded to close twice as loud. Harry immediately dropped his freshly popped popcorn in order to raise this wand towards the door. The sound of the glass popcorn bowl shattering only made his adrenaline pump harder. His breathing was somewhat erratic, his body was full of worry, while his wand was as steady as it had ever been, his face was flushed, he had a million things running through his mind yet he had a hex on the tip of his tongue as a welcome for his intruder. When Harry seen his lover of five years walk through the door it did very little to ease him, He lowered his wand, but kept his fighting stance. Harry had never seen his lover in such a horrible mood. Not even when Harry woke him up at three in the morning for Georgia peaches, freshly picked Georgia peaches, when he had one of his wild pregnancy cravings. Severus stalked over to his future husband with a look of pure rage on his face. The Potions Master wasn't standing in front of him for ten seconds before he struck the boy who lived across the face with the back of his hand causing Harry to crumple to the floor, not so much because of the impact but because of the act.

"The engagement is off." The dark haired said in a low dangerous voice, before he stalked out of the room. Something inside of Harry broke the minute he saw his future husband raise his hand to strike him. When the green eyed man finally snapped out of the flash backs he gained while living with his aunt and uncle, he went upstairs to pack. Tonight a line was crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed. Harry went upstairs to his sons’ room and began to pack his sons cloths along with a few toys, before moving on to the room that he had shared with Severus. Once he had all of his necessities packed he apparated to his best friends house. He waited at the door for five minutes before Hermione showed up in a towel.

“Harry, come in. What happen? You look horrible, sweetie.” she said softly as she wrapped her old school mate in a tight embrace.

“I left Severus.” Hermione looked at him like someone had told her that her house had burned down, while she was in the shower and she had lived through it.

“What are you two fighting about this time?” Harry and Severus fighting was like peanut butter and jelly being put on bread. The love they had for each other is so strong words alone couldn’t describe it. Although Harry had never lifesavers before Hermione was at a loss.

“I don’t know, when he came home slammed door, then he hit me and said that the engagement was off.”

“Where’s Quinn?”

“He’s at the Weasley’s.” Harry replied before laying his head on Hermione’s lap and cried. At least once a month Mr. and Mrs. Weasley insisted on taking Quinton so Ron’s son Mathew had someone to play with. The Weasley curse had ended with Ron. Due to complications, during child birth, causing Mathews twin to die, Amber can no longer have children. Mathew was the first Weasley in over two hundred years to not have brothers or sisters to play with.

When Harry awoke the next morning he immediately remembered that he didn’t pick up Quinn up from the burrow. He then noticed that he was in his boxers and in an unfamiliar bed which greatly worried him. He slowly opened his eyes to see that he was in Hermione’s guest bedroom. He sighed in relief, he figured Hermione had taken care of Quinn but he was going to check just to make sure. Harry groggily walked out of the guest room and into the kitchen where Hermione was making coffee.

“Oh my!” Hermione said in mock admiration looking Harry up and down. Harry merely smirked at Hermione’s ‘antics’ while he went to the couch to get a throw pillow.

“Before you ask Quinn is fine, he’s at Weasley’s and he doesn’t think that theirs anything wring. So it’s up to you to tell him what you feel he should know.”

“Thanks Hermione.”

“Any time sweetie, you know your family means everything to me.”

“I do. That’s why I named you Godmother.”

“So are you ready to start a new day?”

“Is no a strong enough answer?”

“Yet a new day is here for us to live.”
Harry just grimaced and went to harmonies guest room to get some decent clothes on, any clothes really. As Harry and Hermione got Quinn ready for school, making sure that his backpack contained everything he would need for the day.

“Daddy why aren’t we home with father?”
Because, your father is going through something, and he should be alone until he can get though it.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I really wish I knew, sweetie pie.”

“Okay.”

“So what did you do yesterday?”

“It was awesome! We colored and then Mr. Weasley made our drawing move. Then Mathew and I flew on kid’s broom, but they don’t go as high as yours dose.”
Harry smiled, when things were at their worst Quinn always brightened his day. Sometimes it seemed like the song You Are My Sunshine was written for Quinn and Harry. Quinn was filled with an innocence that Harry himself never had, and Harry would go to the greatest lengths known to mankind to keep his son from the horrors of his own childhood.

“Okay ,I’ll pick you up from school.”

“Okay Daddy I love you.”

“Bye, ms Hermione.”

“Good-bye, love.”

“ I love you too, sweetie pie.” as Harry walked away from the muggle kindergarten, he couldn’t help but want to run after his son, swoop him up, and put him somewhere were noon would be able to hurt him. However Harry knew that he needed to keep things as normal as possible, for Quinn’s sake.

“Harry I need to get to work, meet me at Tony’s, for lunch.”

“Pizza defiantly has a certain appeal.” Harry said trying for his feeling on the events of last night to not be so apparent on his face.

“If you need anything contact me via Hedwig.”

“Okay thanks again.” They hugged before parting ways. Harry believed that he could do this, getting through today would be possible if today ran like his days normally did. For Harry failure wasn’t acceptable. He had to fight on. Since they day he was born, he has had one challenge after another. Harry had killed the darkest wizard of the age, he refused to be broken by his ex lover. Harry had been putting up a brave face most of his life he could start doing it again now that he had to.

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Quinton started to get really worried, his dad was ten minutes late, the boy wonder had never been late to pick him up.

“Hey their little guy.”

“Hello Miss Benson.”

“Your such a well brought up young man.” she cooed affectionately.

“Why thank you ma’am.”

“Where’s you Daddy?”

“Working probably, however I’m sure he’ll be here soon, thank you for your concern ma’am”

“Hey their miss Benson.”

“Hello Mrs. Mason, Tommy.”

“And who is this angel?”

“This is Lord Quinton James Salazar Potter-Snape of Birmingham.”

“Hello ma’am, it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

“Isn’t he charming.”

“I would have placed you as a prince, instead of a Lord. You look so precious.”

“Why thank you ma’am.” the lad didn’t think that he would ever understand why women acted this way around him. He didn’t like it, but he was gentlemen enough to allow it so he wouldn’t hurt their feelings. A lesson that his father taught him long ago. He thought sadly as he momentarily excused himself from his teacher and his friends mom.

“Dose he Play pretend by himself often.” The woman asked concerned once Quinn had left them.

“Actually much to the surprise of the administration he is a lord, by birth rite.”

“I’ve never heard of the Potter-Snape’s.” she gossiped.

“Yes, well that’s neither here nor there, I shall not discuss one of my best students with another parent.” The teacher replied as Quinton found his way back to the group.

“Sorry I’m late my pumpkins-pie, I’ve been so busy at the office. Come on then I have a surprise for you.”

“No please don’t make me go with him- he’s a bad, bad man.! HELP!” the frightened boy screamed as he ducked under his teacher and out the door, just barely passing the obvious impression of his dad. He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. He couldn’t hear the man chasing after him, but he continued to run anyway. He got to the end of the road before he was pulled into the bushes.

“Quinton what’s going on? What’s happened?” with any other child the Hermione wouldn’t make a big deal out of a child running away from a school building or from their parents, however the boy in front of her was what one would call a old soul. He was very calm for his age, mostly she thought the only reason why he acquired his present personality was because of who both of his fathers were.

“Theirs a man at the school who’s pretending to be daddy.”

“Which father came to pick you up?”

“Harry.” The boy said as he started to cry.

“Are you sure that he was an imposter?”

“He called me pumpkin-pie.” He said as if that explained it all, and it did. About six months ago the Potter-Snape family, the Weasley family, and Hermione all went to a muggle carnival and Ron dared Harry to enter the pie eating contest. Since the boy-who-lived was a true Gryffindor, he agreed to the challenge simply because he was challenged. The pie being served was Harry’s favorite, pumpkin. Harry had surprisingly eaten fourteen pies, and from that day forward the smell of said pie made him vomit.

“Ok we need to get out of here and find uncle Ron.” She said trying to not make the boy any more scared than he already was.


“Yes aunt Hermione.” he replied as she hugged him and apprarated them away.

*****
Harry laid in the prison cell trying to think of a way to escape, he’d lost Severus, he’d lost his parents, his godfather, he wasn’t about to loose his son. Suddenly he heard footsteps followed by his cell door opening.

“Do you think he’s awake yet?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t think this is a very good idea.”

“Don’t be a sissy.”

“I’m not!”

Yeah whatever, just shut up and help me drag him.” They unlocked his chains and pulled him through several different cells. Despite himself Harry looked up and what he seen made his heart jump with joy and deflate with sorrow at the same time. It was Severus, lying their beaten and blooded. Harry was so torn between the relief that Severus hadn’t betrayed him, and the pain that he held due to Severus’ current state. As they dragged Harry off all he could think about was being reunited with Quinton . The guards were merciless, dragging him low to the floor, his head hitting the concrete time and again. As they redid the chains he was in the room that he had heard them refer to as the “Throne Room” Harry seen none other than Joshua Marley a Slytherin that was just a year behind him.”

“Hello Harry I’m so delighted that you could make our little meeting.”

“Go to Hell.”

“uh-uh, I wouldn’t say such things if I were you.” the man that he stood before smiled maliciously at him. The look on his face made him want to kill him all the more.

“Good thing your not then.”

“If I were you I would choose my words very carefully, In my custody not only do I have your future husband but your son, and if you do anything stupid the nest time you shall see them is while I slowly torture and kill them.”

“What do you want?”

“You will retrieve for me The Gem Of Sherhja..” Harry stood their silently trying to think of a way out of this. A way that kept his whole family from being murdered. He couldn’t think of one, so decided to play along.

“As you know this Particular gem is the only one of it’s kind. The power multiplying gem can only be obtained by a Parcel mouth.”

“That is nothing more than a folk tale.”


“You had better hope not, if I don’t get the Gem within tow weeks your life and the lives of your family will be forfeited.”