Hello! So, this is my first ever fanfiction (please be nice) and some critiquing would be nice, I know I'm not that great-yet. Hopefully I'll get there eventually.
Anywho, please R/R and follow and favorite or whatever strikes your fancy! Enjoy.
(I guess I'm supposed to put a disclaimer somewhere so here goes) I don't own a thing. Harry Potter isn't mine, sadly, but I do own Snape's little bro (even though he's imaginary) and I'm not making any money off this stuff.
Chapter One
Harry huddled closer to the Weasley twins and their extendable ear.
They were currently listening in on yet another Order meeting that they weren't allowed to attend. Harry felt anger rise up once again at the perceived injustice of it all.
"—I don't know, Dumbledore; we don't know this boy and we only have Snape's word to go on this." Moody's voice came through in the usual gruff tone, however, this time he sounded irritated. Well, more so than usual.
"I appreciate your concern, Alastor, but I trust Severus with my life. If you trust me at all, then please trust me on this."
Harry glanced over at the twins (which one was which?). This sort of conversation wasn't uncommon; more than one member had questioned Snape's loyalties, but what were they talking about? Who were they talking about?
"I agree with Moody," Sirius's voice cut in, "anybody who's related to Snivellus has to be a bad sort."
Small mutters of agreement accompanied his blunt statement.
There was the scraping sound of a chair being pushed back.
"Sirius," Remus said testily, "are you saying you don't trust Dumbledore?"
Quiet immediately followed his question. Then sputtering could be heard coming from Sirius as he tried to defend himself.
"What—that's not at all what I was saying!" Sirius finally got out.
"Then you do trust Dumbledore?" Remus asked in his "lawyer" mode.
"Of course!" Was the reply.
"Then you won't, of course, have issues with taking the word of someone Dumbledore trusts implicitly at face value?"
"…..no."
"So having Snape's younger brother stay here while he assists he Order will not be a problem for you?" Remus's tone had taken on a matter-of-fact sound with the sneaky, almost Slytherin way he worded his questions.
"….I….suppose not." Sirius complied in a defeated voice.
Harry froze as they listened in, turning to see what the twins reactions were. If the situation had been different, Harry might have laughed out loud, as it were, he was pretty sure his face probably looked the same.
The twin's eyes were both the size of dinner plates and their faces were drained of color, making their freckles stand out even more. They had their mouths hanging open in shock. They turned to Harry with a mixture of disgust and horror in their expressions.
Harry was about to speak when they heard the sound of the Order moving around and standing up; preparing to leave.
Fred—or was it George?—quickly pulled up the extendable ear and all three of them made a fast getaway to Fred and George's room.
They shut the door and Harry leaned against it for support as the twins sat on their beds, panting from their impromptu sprint.
Harry sank to the ground as he went over the implications of having another Snape in the house.
The conclusion wasn't very encouraging. From the glance the red-heads shared, they were thinking along the same lines.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head on the door as he asked the question they were all thinking:
"What are we going to do?"