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"As long as my heir lives."

Harry bit his lip and tapped a rhythm onto the table top, "His heir." Harry was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard Ron groan beside him.

"What's wrong?" he asked watching the other returning seventh year's seat themselves.

"Malfoy, he's slimy Death Eater scum," Ron glared in the direction of the smirking blond Slytherin.

Harry snorted, "You keep telling yourself that Ron." He knew Ron wanted in the blond's pants ever since the final battle.

Ron blushed and stuttered before turning away to listen to Dumbledore's speech. Harry smirked and let himself be consumed by his thoughts until he was forced out of them by Ron, again.

"What now?"

"There's a new seventh year student!"

Dumbledore waited until the students' whispers died down before continuing with, "This is a very special student and I hope you all welcome him with open arms; Dante Snape."

Harry gaped. This definitely wasn't on his list for things to expect- Snape procreated! This guy looked nothing like the greasy bat, but more like a Malfoy. Dante had messy white hair falling below his eyes, he didn't have the 'defined' nose his father had. He had to have been at least six feet tall. Harry was sure even the Dursley's wouldn't like him, wizard or not. His jacket concealed most of his outfit that looked to be all leather, but his strong legs were not hidden. Even with his horrid sight, Harry could see the strength in them. He nodded slowly when Ron labeled the future Slytherin.

Dante shook his head at the shocked faces most of the students had. Only a few clapped heartedly for him. He tried not to cringe at the bright smile Dumbledore graced him with. He could barely believe he was tricked into coming here; he didn't want to be blinded along with that. Sitting on the stool for sorting he let Minerva place the hat on his head.

'Well, what a surprise'

Dante arched a fine brow, 'Great, a talking hat.'

'Of course, it's nice to finally meet you young Snape-Riddle'

Dante tensed, he wanted to toss the hat off and kill it, 'How do you know this?'

'I was made by the founders, you're so much like your father-such potential. I'm sure you'll do great things – Gryffindor!'

Dante smirked as he stood. Some of the Gryffindors clapped for him but others just gaped. He laughed inwardly 'Looks like you owe me 50 gallons Draco.' Swaying over to the Gryffindor table he sat with the other seventh years without sparring a second glance to anyone but the lucky guy he sat next to.

"You must be Harry Potter."

Harry grimaced, the old bat's been talking about him. Ron hissed from beside him, while Hermione eyed the new teen like a child with a new toy.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"It's nice to finally meet The-Boy-Who-Lived," Dante said with a cocky smile that reminded Harry of Malfoy.

Dumbledore finished his long winded speech and the feast started and Harry found himself releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. 'What the hell?'

"This is really freaky," Ron whispered as he glared at Dante over his pumpkin juice.

Hermione leaned over closer to the two boys, "He looks nothing like Snape." She motioned to the nose area of her face.

"Let's hope he doesn't act like him." Harry said as he tried not to let his gaze wander to either Snape.

When the meal was over, the Golden Trio rushed out of the hall and left Dante to slink behind the other Gryffindors. Throwing a lazy wave to his father, he smirked at the hesitant glances he was receiving from the students.

"This'll be fun."

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Hermione looked over her shoulder, looking back at Dante, "Dante Snape. Merlin only knows who his mother is…"

Ron gagged, "Probably an ogre, no real witch would ever go anywhere near Snape!"

Hermione nodded slightly, "I've never seen the professor speak to any woman now that I think of it."

"Or a man for that matter," Ron said shrugging.

Hermione stumbled grabbing Harry's sleeve, "How could a man have anything to do with the professor and his child?"

Ron blushed looking away from both his friends, "It happens sometimes, but they have to-you know-do it-just look it up, your smart you'll find something." Shaking his head Ron ran ahead.

"Did he just-" Harry started looking at Hermione.

Hermione nodded looking at Ron's back critically, "Doesn't like Malfoy my ass."

Harry laughed, "I never saw this coming."

"I'm going to go to the library" Hermione said patting Harry on the back.

"Sure," Harry watched Hermione head away from their dorm then looked behind him at Hogwarts oddest addition.

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Harry groaned and rolled out of bed for the first day of classes started today and he wanted to be ready before the bathroom rush. He wasn't ready to explain any new scars, no matter how heroic the tale was. Groggily he stumbled into the bathroom and out of his clothes. He didn't notice the bathrooms other occupant until he ran into him.

"Woah there cowboy, you could at least buy me dinner before you tried to get under my towel." Dante smiled down at the boy hero.

Harry flushed and straightened his crooked glasses, "Dream on, I don't go for snakes."

"That's what they all say, at first." Smirking, Dante removed the damp towel from his waist and threw it around his shoulders to dry his wet hair completely disregarding Harry's presence.

"What are you doing?" Harry quickly walked into an empty stall trying not to gap.

"Drying. You didn't seem to have a problem with me getting naked before."

"I didn't see you," Harry mumbled as he turned on the water as hot as it would go. He moved as fast as he dared to get out before the others and shook the thoughts of a naked Snape out of his head. Visiting Madam Pomfrey for his mental health wasn't on the top of his 'To Do list'. When he was finished, Dante was gone from the dorm and left him to his thoughts in peace.

"It wasn't that big of a deal." Harry muttered blushing, "No matter how fit he is."

"It's too early in the morning to talk to yourself." Ron sat up in his bed bleary eyed as he scanned the room, "Where's snake boy?"

Harry blushed, "Breakfast, you're gonna miss it if you don't get ready." he spun on his heal and left the red head behind.

Hermione was seated before the common room fireplace reading a leather bound tome. "Found what you wanted already?" Harry asked seating himself besides the girl.

Hermione nodded stiffly, "I don't see how I missed this, it's amazing!" she flipped to a marked page and shoved the book into Harry's face, "I can't believe we don't have a class to learn these things! Half the student body is leaving this school half blind to common known facts!"

"Right," Harry slipped off the couch, "I'm going to go get Ron so we can eat."

Hermione waved him off, nose back into her book.

When the trio finally arrived in the great hall, most other people were just finishing up. Hermione was still foaming over her book and sat at the end of the table successfully boxing Dante at the center of the table.

"What is he eating?" Ron gagged beside Harry, he pointed to where Dante sat. His part of the bench had been transfigured into a separate chair. He leaned back on the legs with his feet crossed on the table a box of greasy pizza sat by them.

"Pizza, a muggle thing," Harry responded as he sat at his place beside Hermione.

As soon as the boys were settled, they filled their plates with what was left for them. Draco Malfoy stood alone at the Slytherin table and made his way to their table.

"What's that git want?" Ron pointed his fork in the direction of Malfoy as the blond sat across from Dante.

"They act like they've known each other forever, but they're such opposites…" Hermione said looking over her book as they observed the blond pick off bits of the pizza and ate what he wanted as well as returning what he disliked.

"Who'd willingly befriend Malfoy?"

"Ronald," Hermione sighed, "Really, sometimes I wonder how you lasted this long. You should know by now, Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape are pretty close friends. It's only natural that their sons are acquainted."

Harry chuckled, "Poor little Ron's just jealous Malfoy's not eating off his plate."

"Shut it Harry, I know where you sleep at night!"

"I'm so scared." Out the corner of his eye Harry could see Malfoy and both Snape's watching him.

"I wish they'd stop watching me like a piece of meat," he mumbled as he took a quick look at the white haired teen.