"Harry Potter and The Hidden Prophesy"

I own no part of the Harry Potter stories, I simply enjoy them enough to pay homage to them in my own writing. Please don't sue me!!! This story takes place after year six and focuses on Harry, Snape, and some new characters. There is mention of slash and pregnancy, but no details. No HBP. Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Conversations

Harry stood in the entrance to Hogwarts soaked with water and confusion. His brain was too addled to handle all of the information being thrown at him. It was his brother that had rescued him from a summer with the Dursley's… He had a brother… Said brother was risking his own safety and his dreams to help him, a complete stranger… Secrets were being revealed and lies uncovered…

It was too much. Harry felt like he was undeserving, no one had ever risked so much for him before. The lies that had been told to him and the secrets that were kept hidden from him were all unraveling and his world was changing. Harry pondered all of this as he walked through the corridors of the school toward his new room in the dungeons.

His mind was swimming with so much information, in fact, that he completely lost sight of the dark figure in front of him and walked right into the other man.

"Sorry," Harry muttered as he bounced off a firm black mass of robes. He did not have to look up to know that the person before him was his most hated professor.

Severus grunted and moved aside to continue walking away, but Harry grabbed the man's arm, remembering Sebastian's words--"Dad's protected you and has been protecting you since long before you were even born. He's helped you at every turn of events during your school years—hell, he's practically the reason that you're here today!"

Harry took a slow deep breath as his professor removed himself from his grip. "What do you want Potter?" Snape demanded.

Harry bit his lip to hold back the scathing remark that hissed on his tongue. Standing tall and remaining firm, Harry quickly said, "You don't have to keep up the image of the hated Potion's Professor. Sebastian and Drusilla told me… everything." Harry paused as he let the ramifications of his confession sink into his professor. "I had no idea what you'd done for me and I'm sorry that I was rude and insulted you."

Severus stood still and gaped at the Boy Who Lived. "Excuse me?" he finally asked with more then a little shock tainting his voice.

Harry blushed under the scrutiny. "I said that I'm sorry for being rude to you."

Severus waved him off. "Yes, yes. I heard all that," he said quickly. "What I want to know is what my son told you."

Harry swallowed the rising lump in his throat, fearing that he had somehow gotten Sebastian in trouble with his father. "I… he… he said that you've been protecting me for years and that I owe you my life."

Severus squinted at the raven-haired boy. "I beg your pardon, Potter, but that is hardly news."

Harry sighed and threw his hands in the air. "Maybe not to you, but it was to me!" Severus arched an eyebrow in question and Harry continued. "Drusilla explained that if it hadn't been for you, my parents would have never even been allowed to marry."

Severus' gaunt features turned green. "Oh dear God…" he muttered and then began looking around him at the walls, apprehensively. "We'd better take this conversation into my quarters Mr. Potter," he quickly ordered, dragging Harry behind him through a portrait of a simmering cauldron.

Within a minute, Harry stood surprised within his most hated professor's quarters. The rooms were not at all what he had expected. They were, of course, decorated in Slytherin green, but the plush furniture and rich woodwork added an ease and comfort that Harry could not imagine Snape having. Severus led him to an overstuffed sofa and he fell upon it as his professor sat in a high backed leather chair. Harry sat tense on the couch as Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.

"Harry," Severus began tentatively, "Drusilla and Sebastian should not have said what they did about me. Yes I kept Sebastian's birth a secret, but that didn't really have anything to do with your being born." Harry, innately aware of being called by his given name looked upon his professor with confused wonder and Snape continued. "You were meant to be, Harry. Just as Sebastian was meant to be born, so were you. The prophesy of your birth came soon after Sebastian's birth. Yes I was initially angry and hurt, but I knew that I could not say anything to prevent you from being born, you are too important."

Harry's mouth dropped in surprise. His professor's kind demeanor and admissions were too much. He simply sat, slumped against Snape's couch waiting for him to speak again.

Severus took Harry's silence as understanding and continued. "I lived with Albus after Sebastian's birth and I was privy to much of the information that he gathered. My head knew how important you were, even if my heart protested…" Severus shook his head, clearing it of his romanticized thoughts as he stared at the son of his lost love. Remembering that Harry was there to apologize, Severus quickly changed the topic of conversation away from his love life and onto the young Potter. "I am sorry that I lost my temper with you today, it was wrong of me to fight with you, it's just habit at this point."

Harry grinned cheekily in agreement. "Yeah, about that," he began, "Sebastian says that I have to try to be nicer to you and I agreed to try, but I need a favor from you."

Severus smirked cockily and Harry continued. "Could you lay off the comments about my father?" Snape cringed. "I mean, I know that I remind you of him, but your constant jabs provoke me to fight and I just… I'm really trying to make this work with my brother, but he won't have anything to do with me if I keep fighting with you. So could you try to work with me here?'

Severus cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked away from Harry. "I'll try Mr. Potter, but I promise nothing."

Harry rolled his eyes. "A good way to begin might be to stop with the 'Mr. Potter' and call me Harry—you know to help you remember that I'm not my father."

"As you wish, Harry," Severus said standing and walking towards the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Headmaster to speak with." Harry stood quickly and left the cozy chambers for his own rooms and some solitude.

Harry had not been in his new room for an hour when Sebastian began knocking on his door. "Harry," he called out, "Are you in there?"

Harry opened the door slowly and his older brother walked in crassly and took a seat on his bed. "Make yourself at home…" Harry muttered sarcastically. Sebastian snorted with indifference and stared up at his little brother.

"So Drusilla's just spent the past hour yelling at me," he said ironically. Harry couldn't suppress a small chuckle. "Oh you find that funny do you?" Sebastian smirked. "Well you ought to love the fact that as I was walking down here I bumped into my dad who also laid into me about talking to you."

Harry stopped laughing. "He what?" he asked with hurt in his eyes.

"He yelled at me for telling you about the wizarding common laws," Sebastian clarified.

Harry sighed with relief. "Oh, so he didn't tell you that we talked?"

Sebastian furrowed his brow, exactly like his father. "No…"

"Well, we did and we're going to try and treat each other better, for you," Harry said succinctly.

Sebastian's face lit up with a wide grin. "Harry that's bloody fantastic!" he shouted.

Harry mussed with his hair and shrugged as Sebastian threw punches of joy into the air. After several minutes, Harry walked over to his brother and sat down across from him on the bed.

"Dru said you gave up being an Auror for me," Harry said quietly.

Sebastian frowned, "Bloody meddling bird!" he shouted with frustration. Harry cringed and his face drooped with regret. Sebastian instantly stopped berating his girlfriend and faced his younger brother. He coughed and looked away from Harry after a minute, "I figured you were more important."

Harry smiled. "Your dad said the same thing…"

Sebastian smiled, "This apple didn't fall far from the tree, I'm afraid…"

Harry shook his head with a chuckle.

"Speaking of Dad," Sebastian said with a somber note, "We have to talk about how we're going to keep him safe."

"Huh?" Harry asked with uncertainty.

"Harry, Dad is still working for Voldemort. He's still leading his double life and has to keep his private life a secret. This is where you, Dru, Draco and I come in. My existence is no secret to the Dark Lord, but my parentage is. He has no idea that I am also James Potter's son."

"And you trust Draco with this secret?" Harry asked with disbelief.

Sebastian shrugged. "He's a big pain in the arse, but he loves his sister and she loves me, so he keeps his trap shut."

Harry glanced warily at his brother's trust of Draco, but continued with his questioning. "How does no one know about my dad?"

Sebastian smiled. "Dad and Mr. Malfoy basically fed the evil git a lie about how Dad doesn't know who my real father is…"

"Malfoy helped your dad?" Harry asked with disbelief.

Sebastian grinned. "Couldn't have his daughter's betrothed die before they married could he?" Harry shook his head and Bash continued. "Lucius lied along with Dad and now no one knows who my other father is."

"How does that work?" Harry interrupted.

Bash shook his head with embarrassment. "Listen Harry, my dad has a reputation for being well… um… kind of… promiscuous."

Harry looked at his brother's earnest face and began to laugh whole-heartedly. "No way!" he shouted, "There is no way that anyone would want to have…. ew… your dad."

Sebastian blushed at the thought, but quickly remembered his mission. "Well, it doesn't matter if they do or don't. What matters is that Voldemort thinks they do and therefore buys the lie. This is what keeps me and my father safe from his wrath, Harry. If he knew where I came from—we'd both be dead faster than fairy's fly."

Harry's delight crashed as he thought of what this meant for his relationship with his brother. "So does this mean that I have to keep us being brothers a secret?"

Bash nodded. "Yeah. We're going to tell the Order and you can tell your two best friends, but that's it Harry. Too many people know as it is and we can't risk exposure, otherwise, we'll all be dead."

Harry nodded in understanding. "So what'll we do when school starts?" he asked sadly.

"We'll have lot's of detentions and DA meetings together. Don't worry, I've just got you into my life, I'm not going letting you out!" Bash said, pushing Harry back against the wall.

"Thanks," Harry blushed. "And I really do promise to try harder with Professor Snape. I don't hate him, honest, he just knows how to get under my skin."

"Yeah, I know how that is," Sebastian chuckled. "Dru knows every one of my buttons to push."

"But you love her?" Harry asked with intrigue.

"Yep. I love her, she makes me crazy, but what can I say, I'm a tool…" Sebastian chuckled.

As the two siblings talked in the Slytherin dungeons, the Malfoy twins argued in the small apartment just below Gryffindor tower.

"Why did you have to egg them on, Draco?" Drusilla shouted as she paced around the hearth. "Couldn't you leave them alone?"

"No as a matter of fact, I couldn't," Draco sneered from the couch. "It's too much bloody fun to watch them fight…"

"Draco," Dru said warningly, "Sebastian can't handle watching them argue like that. It tears him up inside."

"Oh boo hoo…" Draco deadpanned as he stood and walked over to his little sister. Drusilla shot him a scathing look and Draco rolled his eyes and softened. "So why is it my problem anyway?"

"Because you love me and you love Severus and you want us to be happy," Drusilla began, but Draco cut her off.

"Fighting with Potter makes Severus happy, so I'm doing exactly what I should."

Dru's eyes narrowed. "Draco, stop being a bloody tosser! You know as well as I do that Severus is holding onto his life by a thread. He needs Sebastian to give him hope to stay alive. If our godfather keeps arguing with Harry, Bash will be forced to choose sides and if he turns his back on his father, even if it's just for a moment, Severus'll give up and we'll lose him and with him, the war."

Draco smiled sweetly. "And that's a bad thing?" he asked coyly.

Drusilla's eyes flashed with hatred and she walked towards the front door. "Get out!" she shouted. "Get out of here and leave me the Hell alone. I won't have you near me if you're going to support the Dark Lord and follow the footsteps of our parents. I won't have it! Get out!"

Draco huffed out of the apartment in silence, but winced when he heard Dru slam the door shut against him.

"Sodding prick! I hate you, you dumb arse!" he heard her scream from within. Draco

shuttered and began the walk down to the dungeons.

As he descended the stairs he saw Harry Potter and Sebastian Snape.

"Draco," Sebastian greeted him warmly, "How was your afternoon?"

"Fine," Draco scoffed, "But you'd better go deal with your fiancé because she's madder then Hell."

Sebastian sighed and hung his head. "What did you do to her now?"

Draco grinned darkly. "I just acquainted her with some facts, that's all…"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and turned to his brother. "I'd better go talk to her alone for a minute. Why don't you meet us in the Great Hall for dinner?"

Harry nodded complacently as Sebastian brushed past Draco and scurried up to Drusilla. Once his brother was out of his view, Harry's serene mask fell and he glared at Malfoy. "What did you really do, Malfoy?" he demanded.

Draco batted his eyes innocently. "Nothing. Really. I simply reminded her of my role in all of this."

Harry's glare softened with confusion. "What role?" he asked curiously.

Draco smoothed back a piece of his platinum hair and began walking down the stairs. "We all have roles to play, Potter," he said coolly.

"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Harry sneered.

Draco looked at the darkened halls around them. "Your father, my father, my godfather, you, me, we all play our roles in life. You're the hero, I'm the evil twit, your father was the rebel, my father is the goon, and my godfather is the spy. We all have roles in this world. It's time you stuck to yours and actually do what you're supposed to." With that, Draco left Harry in the Dungeons, alone and acutely confused.