New Beginning

Chapter 9


Severus could hear shouting in the Great Hall; the ghosts were floating around in an agitated s.
.

“What’s going on?” He asked Nearly Headless Nick and the Bloody Barron.

“Aurors. They want to search the castle.” Nick answered.

“Dumbledore is mad. They won’t take his word.” The Barron reported to him.

Severus continued on and opened the door to the hall. The same three Aurors he saw at the Leaky Caldron stood at the table. Weasley was the one who was shouting at Dumbledore, his face red with anger and frustration. Minerva looked fit to be tied, he couldn’t blame her, he was one of the products that came from her house and yet he had the audacity to talk to Albus like he was raving old fool.

“Mind your attitude, Weasley.” Severus snarled out as he approached the table.

Ron turned to Severus. “If isn’t the Death Eater. I don’t go to school here anymore and you can’t talk to me in that manner. I’m not some little child who can be frightened away.”

Ron Weasley was not a child anymore, and he was as tall as Severus if not a le tae taller. The brown-headed Auror flanked Ron on his left, and the other one who had black hair stood at Ron’s right side. Severus was reminded of his Godson, Draco and his two cronies while he was going to school.

“I was cleared of all Death Eater activity, Weasley.” Severus held his glare.

Severus could see Dumbledore’s vein pulsing in his neck as he spoke. “As I said before, Ronald Weasley. Harry is not here, there is no need to search the castle when it would just be a waste of time.”

Ron turned back to Dumbledore. “And as I told you, we will search this castle.”

Severus’s upper lip furled in disgust at the young wizards bravado. Such Gryffindor idiocy. “Let him search the castle Albus.” Severus looked at Albus and gave him a slight nod.

Albus looked over the rim of his glasses searching Severus’s face. Then he dismissively waved Ron and his two cohorts on. “Very well go. Do your search well and don’t come back.”

Ron started walking past Severus, the gloat of satisfaction on his face and he turned his head towards him. “Greasy haired Git! I can’t believe they still have you teaching in this school.” He said under his breath so that only Severus and his two chaperones could hear.

Severus bristled at the name, but he knew what the students had called him behind his back, he didn’t care about this. What he cared about now, was that Weasley was gone from this castle. “Do your job and leave.” Severus wasn’t about to jump on Weasley’s bait for a fight, not now, but Merlin help Weasley if Severus found out he was the one that had hit Hermione and changed her to what she was today.

Albus waved Severus over and he sat down next to the Headmaster and Minerva.

“What of Darien?” He asked.

Severus smiled, his son, “Darien is a Snape.”

Albus frowned a little, “No sign of Harry at all?”

“Not outwardly.” Severus looked down at the table. “Harry made a de-aging, innocence potion.”

Minerva gasped.

Severus looked over to her, and nodded his head in affirmation. “But, he took the potion to late. All of Harry’s memories are still intact inside Darien.” He looked back over to Albus. “I still have some things to look over, but Darien will have Harry’s emotions as well. Darien is basically Harry, but he won’t look like him.”

Albus’s eyes twinkled. “Well, this proves to be a real interesting development.”


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Hermione pulled Darien out of the tub. “Bath time is over with.”

Darien was reaching back for the tub, wanting back inside. Hermione shook her head. She found the first bath time with Darien a rather challenge, it was the same now. He had a mind of his own and didn’t want to get out.

“Darien, Mama said no.” She wrapped him up in the towel. “We have to get you some new clothes today. I can’t believe you out grown everything in one night. It had to have been that magical sleep.”

Standing she scooped Darien and towel together and went into the bedroom. She had tried the growing charm on the clothes, it had failed. They had already reached their growth point and wouldn’t go any further. Darien was almost two, and his clothes had seemed to have shrunk, he could still wear them but lengthwise was all-wrong. Snape genes! “You’ll be as tall as your Dada, you mark my words.”

Darien laughed at her and started making faces at her too. Hermione wrestled him into the clothes, she laughed at the sight. The pants came up to his shin, a good two and a half inches from where they should hbeenbeen, his shirt didn’t fit him right either, totally being to small. Hermione took the shirt back off.

“You’ll just have to go topless until Mama can get you some clothes.” She told him in frustration.

Hearing the door to her chambers open she picked Darien up and walked out of the bedroom with him. Ron was looking around the room and when he saw her with Darien he narrowed his eyes. Hermione froze to the spot. Darien looked over at Ron then back to his Mama, he placed his little hand on her cheek.

“Mama.” Darien said.

Fear can do extordinary things, it can stop a person in an instant, Hermione was totally frozen, even a well placed freezing charm couldn’t have stopped her as well as the look from Ron’s eyes could. His upper lip curled in disgust.

“I knew I’d find you here.” He lashed out at her. His stride to her side took no more than a few steps. He glanced at Darien and then back to her. “Well now. No need to ask whose child that is now. Gone slumming have you?”

Hermione couldn’t answer. Darien was tugging at the front of her robe, trying everything he could to get his Mama to react to him.

“No answer. How befitting.” He circled behind her, “such a shame, such a filthy little mudblood. I can’t see how I ever lowered my standards to even sleep with you.”

Darien heard his voice, and turned his head towards Ron. Inside his little mind a memory came rushing back, the scene unfolded:

Ron was standing over Hermione. Ron’s back was facing away from the door, he didn’t noticed the entrance of the other person. Nor did he feel the hate and rage boiling inside the person. Hermione’s face was black and blue, blood trickling out of her nose and mouth. The pain at seeing Hermione in this condition only fueled the wrath that was heightening to a full tempest.

Hand’s shot out towards Ron’s back and roughly pulled him off and away from Hermione. She was in a state of being shattered and broken. Then Ron was back in front again, the fist contacted, and then Ron was knocked to the floor. A long stick came into view and red sparks flew out of it, Ron was rolled over onto his side holding himself.

Hermione was being lifted off the floor, her eyes looking up then closing.

The scene stopped and Darien was seeing Ron, he was still going around his Mama. Darien felt everything that he had when that memory came back, anything that could be picked up was, and it flung in the direction of Ron. He was being hit by books, trinkets, toys, and bits of small furniture. The pelting continued, Darien never taking his eyes off of Ron. The rushing of his blood pounded in his ears, he didn’t hear Ron shout, or what he said, Darien could only hear the pounding of his own heart as the blood rushed in and out of its verticals.

The other two Auror who had heard the commotion pulled Ron out of the room and their eyes wide at the little boy in the arms of Hermione. A ghost had floated into the room from the floor above; his translucent form pushed past Hermione and Darien the ghost caused the door to slam shut behind the Auror. He turned and looked at Hermione and floated back over to her.

“Hermione.” The Barron moved his hand through her and she breathed in sharply.

Hermione looked through the Bloody Barron to the door and looked at all the things that now littered the floor. Her gaze settled on Darien, his face was blood red; his eyes had gone black with rage. Hermione sat down on the floor and turned Darien to her.

“Darien, look at Mama.”

Darien kept looking at the door. She looked up at the Bloody Barron.

“He’s a very strong wizard. Frightening what a child can do when he senses fear from someone he loves.” With that the Bloody Barron shot through the ceiling of the room only to stick his head back through, “do you wish me to get his Father?”

“I think his Father would have a fit.”

“I agree. He would be fit to be tied, no harm done. But if this happens again, next time I won’t ask. Even if you are Darien’s Mother.” He tipped his hat and left.

Hermione looked at the destruction around the room. “I have to get this cleaned up before your Father sees this. He’d kill me, if he knew I froze and didn’t do anything.” Hermione swept around the room with her wand leaving a clean room in her wake. “I’m stupid, what in the world is wrong with me. Ron used to think I was scary, now it’s the other way around. He frightens me.” Hermione looked back over at Darien, his color had come back to normal, his eye color also. Hermione shook her head, she had only seen one other person with raw magic like that. That was Harry. Hermione knelt back down in front of Darien. He looked like her and Severus, but was Harry really inside Darien. “I think its time we went to go get some clothes, your Father would kill me if I didn’t at least have his son dressed.”