Severus was giving Albus his daily reports about Voldemort's plans and whereabouts when suddenly a pigeon swooped in carrying a letter. It perched noisily on Dumbledore's desk and looked at the old man as if to say "Well, go on, take the damn letter".
"Excuse me for a moment, Severus. Now who could this be? Strange, I thought pigeons were widely used in America?" the old man said. He took the letter out from the pigeon's beak. America. The last time he was there had been a family visit. Severus narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He hoped his guess was untrue. Albus's long nimble fingers opened the letter, his eyes moved as he read the content and then they widened to something of a surprise. "Oh my," he said. He looked at Severus with a baffled look, "Severus. Why didn't you tell me you had children?"
What in the heavens were those two thinking?! Severus willed his usual composure yet his teeth gritted when he spoke, "It was unnecessary for you know,"
"You wound me, old friend. I thought we told each other everything," Albus had said.
"May I," Severus said, extending his arm towards his former Professor. He needed to read the letter.
"I'm not quite done yet. And it's addressed to me by the way." Albus continued earning a low growl from Severus. The old man was now smiling like an old woman who had just heard of the latest gossip. He hummed as he continued reading.
"What does it say?" Severus asked.
"Oh nothing much, a couple of regards, a very short explanation and look, they taped chocolate into the letter," Dumbledore had held up candy wrapped in black plastic with the letters written MARS, "How delightful. I shall enjoy this after," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Oh, and, they're transferring," He added.
With this Severus eyes widened and he immediately snatched the letter from Dumbledore's hands, reading it quickly. The handwriting was terrible. How Dumbledore had read it so easily was beyond him.
Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore,
Hello, my name is Betel Johnson. I'm sure you know of our father Severus Snape. Is he there with you? I hope he is. Say hi to him for us.
We had just recently found out about our parentage because someone—that would be Regel, my twin brother—just had to catch Pater's Fever which has only the cure of needing the Father's blood and so we sent out to find ours. You see, Mr. Dumbledore, our father had decided to abandoned us once again leaving us poor orphans to fend for ourselves in the big old city of New York. So I took the initiative to take back the time lost. Regel and I would like to request being exchange students in Hogwarts for a year just so we could spend more time with our dear old Dad.
By the way, do you like MARS BARS? Regel decided to buy a whole pack of them and then decided that they were disgusting after two bites. I took the liberty of taping one for you in the letter.
We hope for your agreement and cooperation. Please check the box underneath for your decision:
Yes I will agree with the transfer and the MARS BARS
No I will not agree with the transfer and the MARS BARS
Yes I will agree with the transfer but no MARS BARS
Just give me the MARS BARS.
Please check only one. If you do agree, a hawk will swoop in and deliver the necessary documents for transfer.
Sincerely, Betel Johnson. :D
"I told her to stay away from London. Was she deaf?!" Severus had raised his voice and then glared at Albus. Dumbledore simply smiled and snatched the letter from Severus. He had planned on signing, "And what is with this letter?! It sounds like a prank, Albus. You must decline."
Dumbledore shook his head and chuckled, "Now why not? They want to spend some more time with you," He said snatching the letter away from Severus, "And Besides, I do like getting some muggle chocolate."
"London is not the best time to be right now. Especially now that the Dark Lord is on the loose,"
"Oh my, Severus. It sounds like you care for them,"
"They are my children and though I have never spend enough time with them, I will not have my offspring be in the danger, fighting a war they are not involved in. We have plenty on our plate as it is," Severus argued.
Albus smirked. He knew something he didn't, "You're logic is sound however we need all the help we can get—"
"The Dark Lord will find them and make them join his ranks," Severus reminded him. He cannot wish that upon his children.
"They will not I assure you," Albus took his quill out from the ink bottle. Severus shot him a warning glare, "Do not do it, Albus."
"I simply cannot reject a student's request for international school cooperations,"
"This isn't about that, you old fool!"
Dumbledore had given him a look. A look he had seen many times as if to say, I-know-something-you-don't. "Don't be afraid, my friend. I'm sure you would get along. Besides the choice of their transfer is not up to you," and with that Albus had checked the box that wrote "Yes I will agree with the transfer and the MARS BARS,"
Severus groaned. Almost immediately, a hawk flew in the window, his wings flapping loudly echoing in the room. On his talons was a parcel. "That was quick," said Dumbledore, "Oh, Relax, Severus. All will be well,"
"This will not end well," Severus warned him. His tone and expression were dark, no more than usual though. Still, Severus trusted the old man. He would have to take matters in his own hands about his children coming to Hogwarts. A part of him wanted to show them off as proof that someone in their right mind (well not really. Sabrina and him were both drunk that night) agreed to procreate with him.
"Have faith in your children," Albus told him.
Short chapter I know. This one also feels a bit rushed.
