Baby trouble.

Baby trouble seven




Harry turned to Ginny after breakfast and explained to her “Gin my grandfather sent me a message, telling me that I am to meet him in his office after breakfast, and seeing as breakfast will be over in less then ten minutes I need to get moving.”

Ginny asked “so. And what has this got to do with me?” Harry replied as he handed her the note “he said I was welcome to bring you a long with me. It’s up to you weather you come with me or not, he left that option open to me.”

Ginny nodded and rose from her seat, silently telling Harry she was with him. Harry turned to Hermione and Ron who were eyeing them both with interest. “Hey you guys we’ll see you later. We’re going up to see my grandfather. I have no idea what he wants, or how long this meeting is going to last, so we’ll see you when we’re done.”

Harry and Ginny left the great hall followed By Sacha and Adelle. When they reached the gargoyle leading to Albus’s office, Harry gave the pass word ‘sugar quills’ they stepped onto the rotating stairs, like Harry and the others had done many times before.

Before Ginny could knock on the door seeing as she was the only one out of the two of them tall enough to do it, much to Harry’s disgust. Albus called out, telling them to enter.

Harry mumbled “bloody portraits.” Ginny snorted as she pulled the heavy door open. Sacha and Adelle eyed their respective companions with amusement.

They entered and immediately spotted Minerva and Severus who were sitting on either side of a figure in a dark midnight black hooded cloak that appeared to be made of velvet.

Albus gestured to Harry and Ginny to take a seat. They did so next to each other on Minerva’s side. Adelle jumped upon to Ginny’s lap, and Sacha did like wise with Harry.

Harry asked “so granddad what do I owe the pleasure of this sudden invite?” Albus smiled and asked “lemon drop Harry, Miss Weasley?”

Ginny asked Harry through their link “erm Harry didn’t you once tell me your grandfather only offers a lemon drop when he is stalling or is reluctant to reveal something?”

Harry spoke aloud clearly amused “yeah Gin I did say that. If he offers you a lemon drop he is either stalling or he is worried over how I will react to certain things. Aren’t you grandfather dearest? My grandmother on the other hand is always straight to the point, thank god for small mercies.”

Harry and the others turned when the figure under the cloak let out a snort of amusement, definitely feminine snort of amusement.

Albus sighed and leaned back in his chair and said “alright I’m going to take a leaf out of your grandmother’s book. Serena please remove you’re hood.”

The figure sighed and allowed the hood to fall backwards with a flick of their wrist. Harry audibly gasped at the sight before him, for there sat a very beautiful fiery haired woman with almond shaped sapphire blue eyes, with creamy unblemished white skin. Harry Immediately noticed she had both his and his father’s nose and mouth.

There sat his long lost aunt his father’s twin sister Serena Isabella Potter. Her eyes widened at seeing Harry and Ginny. She knew her twin brother and sister in law were dead, well for the time being that is.

But she could have sworn there and then that she was seeing a miniature copy of her twin in the literal sense at that moment. With a chocolate brown eyed Lily Evans.

Serena asked “what on earth happened to my nephew grandfather? Why does he appear to look like a three or four year-old? When I was specifically under the Impression that I had a sixteen year old for a nephew not a toddler?”

No one answered as she looked around the room. She finally stopped to look upon her old lover Severus Snape. She noticed immediately that he looked rather quite guilty, but what did he have to feel guilty about? She became very suspicious when he wouldn’t meet her gaze; she eyed him from between dangerously narrowed sapphire blue eyes.

“Why Severus Snape perhaps you would be as kind as to inform me of my nephews current sate, seeing as you’re practically unable to meet my gaze. That is a sure sign of guilt. But what would you have to feel guilty about apart from the fact you erased my memory and left me in America believing the war with Voldermort had never happened dam you?”

She glared when he went to defend him self “you selfish bastard” she spat. How dare you prevent me fighting along side my family and friends, because you were so dam selfish. How bloody dare you violate me by erasing my memory without my consent?

Because of your selfishness and unwillingness to share me with my friends and family, and you hatred for my brother, and don’t say you never provoked him and the rest of the Marauder’s because you bloody well did I would watch doing it.

Of course my brother was by no means a sweet innocent he and his friends did their fare share of tormenting you, but they would have never had to if you hadn’t acted like a supreme bastard at very single bloody opportunity.

I never got to see my parents before they were killed. I never got to meet by nephew, he grew up with my sister in laws bastard and racist sister and her fat twat of a husband.

Because of you I never knew one of my brother’s best friends spent a wasted twelve years in Azkaban for a crime he never committed. You fucking no good for nothing swine, I had just as much right as you to fight in this war as you did.

Oh wait a minute my mistake you weren’t fighting in the war, you were helping cause it. How bloody dare you tell me you loved me and ask me to marry you in our last year at Hogwarts, when you continue to play the role as a FUCKING FILFTHY DEATH EATERT? “She screamed at him enraged.

Albus held up his hand and asked almost pleadingly “Serena? Please dear calm your self, enragement never has and never will change the past my dear. Can we please discuss this like normal civilianized human beings please?”

“Civilized?” Serena asked incredulously. “My dear grandfather I most certainly do not find our current situation something to be civilized about thank you very much. It is anything but civilized.

Finding out the man you have loved since you were fourteen years old and were even willing to marry, is a death eater, turned spy, the fact he is a spy does nothing for my state of trust, the fact he became a death eater in the first place is what grates on my last nerve.”

She turned to her nephew and asked gently “tell me Harry; tell me how you came to be in your current situation. As it is obvious you do not look like this on a natural every day basis?

Tell me how you grand potions master treats you. If its anything compared to how he and your father treated each other, I suspect your potions lesson are indeed a most unpleasant affair aren’t they?”

Harry sighed “I won’t deny that his treatment of me is less then stellar. I won’t deny that he is complete and utter bastard to me, just because of whom my father is and the fact I strongly resemble him bar my mother’s eyes alone.

He is darn right bloody unfair and biased. He takes away house points for the most pathetic of things, he favours the Slytherin’s, the house he is head of, over everyone else. If it were legal he would allow them to get away with murder.”

He sighed and gritted his teeth and continued “as for my current appearance, it is not entirely his fault he is not entirely to blame here.

He never told Draco Malfoy, or at least I don’t think he did, he did not tell him to maliciously play a potions prank on me. Malfoy junior that little tit, ruined my potion, leading to me being drenched in its contents, leading to me being in my current state.

I can not vouch for knowing the reason as to why he became a death eater. But he is not all bad, as much as that deeply pains me to admit on so many painful levels.

He had the courage to come to grandfather asking for forgiveness, asking for a second chance to make what he did wrong at least partly right. A lesser man would have not done so, they would have not have done something that would inflict should an embarrassing blow to their self pride.

He has risked his life for the order time and time again well beyond the call of duty. He has saved my hind more time then I would like to willingly admit.

But I can also state I have saved his life now as well. If it had not been for me he would have been dead. In any case he does not own me anything; I would have never wished the fate that would have befallen him, well perhaps on Malfoy of course.

But the point is, in potions when Malfoy did this to me. Professor Snape could bloody well have stuck up for Malfoy regardless of the evidence against him practically smacking him in the face. But he did not, he did the right thing he did not favour a student over another just because of their Hogwarts house or their family heritage.”

He finished “and as for him erasing your memory and sending you away. You can willingly tell me to mind my own bloody business if you see fit. But you need to realise people do not tend to think of the consequences of their actions when their in love, and fear losing that love.

As hard as I find it to believe, I do believe it just the same. That he did it thinking it was for your own good. He loved you enough to go against your wishes knowing in the process that he was going against your wishes, knowing you would be pissed at him.

Don’t be too hard on him, for being a fool, as the old saying goes only fools fall in love. Doesn’t it help that he did what he thought was right even if it was not completely so? That the fact he loved you that much has got to being saying something right?”

Everyone including Severus was eyeing him in silent stunned disbelief. The way he had just spoken, spoke of someone beyond his very young years. It spoke great volumes of how he had been forced to grow up and how fast because of the war.