Exactly a year had passed, during which James Sirius Potter had been sent to the headmistress' more times than he knew. He seemed to have picked up the troublesome traits that only a mix between a Weasley and a Potter could get. Half of the time the portrait of Severus Snape left the room, when he caught wind that the Potter boy would be forcing his presence upon them, other time he merely 'slept' and the rest he spent goading the boy about the fact that he seemed to have gotten into more trouble than the Weasley family combined.

This time it was Albus Severus who stood outside the headmistress' office. He was the image of his father, and grandfather with his grandmother's green eyes. Everyone he met said that he looked like his father, or his grandparents. The boy bit on his lip, and knocked on the door. Entering once he was allowed. "Thank-you for Professor," He said to Professor McGonagall. "I'll try not to keep you."

"Not at all, not at all. It isn't a bother." He stepped inside, and immediately heard "Harry Potter" whisper through the portraits, who was staring intently at him. Unlike with his brother, whom you had only noticed the likeness once you knew what to look for, it was obvious that the boy who had stepped through was a Potter.

Albus walked past all of the portraits, his eyes slowly moving from one to the other. Taking in all of the Hogwart's headmasters. James had talked about them, but it was something different seeing them himself. Some smiled at him, and he smiled shyly back. He reached the portrait behind the desk. "Professor Dumbledore," he said with a smile at the wizened headmaster, who smiled back cheerfully. Albus turned to glance at the next headmaster who was staring at him shrewdly, his expression full of dislike. Despite himself Severus made a noise in the back of his throat as Lily's eyes looked at him directly. Eyes he had not seen for twenty years, since he looked into the face of Harry Potter on his dying day. "Professor Snape Sir," he said nodding at the old headmaster, who said nothing, continuing to stare directly at the boy, his expression unreadable. Albus stared back at him. "My father sends his regards," Albus said to both him and Dumbledore. "And his thanks," he said directly to Severus.

"His thanks?" He snorted.

Albus shrugged. "I am merely passing on the message. He would like to thank-you for what you did for him, for his mother."

Something flashed across Severus' face that was instantly quelled. "And why are you the one to tell me this? And not your dear brother, who has had amble opportunity the past year?"

"Dad trusts me more to pass on important messages, and," he hesitated for a moment. "He thought it would be more fitting if I was the one to do it."

"Why? Because you look like your father?" Because you have her eyes.

The boy shook his head. "No," he said. "Maybe. I don't think. Because of who I am."

"You're a Potter like the rest of them," he muttered bitterly, turning away from Lily's eyes.

"Yes, but not just. Albus Severus Potter, at your service."

"Albus Severus?" Both Dumbledore and Severus repeated after him, Dumbledore was smiling, looking the tiniest bit abashed, his painted eyes welled up. Severus was again staring directly at the boy. "And why has he named you after us?"

"Because he admires you both greatly."

Severus scoffed. "He does not."

"Believe what you will Sir, but it is true. He said you were very brave. Braver than many people he has met."

The portrait seemed at a loss for words.

"Albus," Dumbledore said quietly. "What house were you sorted into."

"Slytherin," the boy replied.

"A fine house," Dumbledore told him.

Albus smiled. "Many think not. James thinks not. He was teasing me about it on the train, even before I was sorted"

"That boy is as Gryffindor as it is possible to be," Severus muttered sourly. "As bad as his grandfather."

Albus said nothing for a few moments. "I don't think so. Goodnight Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and the rest of the previous Hogwarts headmasters," he nodded at Professor McGonagall as he went to leave the room. "Good evening Professor, thank-you very much."

"Always a pleasure Albus."

"A lovely child," Dumbledore murmured once he had exited the room."Quite unlike his brother. I fear we won't be seeing him as much as Master James. What is wrong Severus?" he said as the man had been quiet.

"He has her eyes Albus," he said quietly. "Just like Harry. He looks exactly like him, but with her eyes," he shook his head. "I never would have thought I would have to go through that again. Albus Severus..." he trailed off, though still surprised that that boy had been his namesake.

"Albus Severus Potter," Dumbledore agreed. "Who looks very much like Harry, with Lily's eyes. A Slytherin," he added. "These children seem to be living up to their namesakes," he said sounding amused.

"These children will be the death of me," Severus murmured.

"But Severus, you are already dead."

"You know what I mean! His name, Albus, his eyes..." and as he had the previous year Severus Snape disappeared out of his portrait.

"They have another child," McGonagall murmured from her desk, staring at the blank back-ground of Severus' Snape. "She starts in two years."