Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related is the property of J.K. Rowling and anyone else who has claim to a piece of Harry's fame

Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, Aeyr's, and the Snape's being Slytherin's Heirs.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Well, maybe Draco's changed attitude.  He's actually nice!  ^^  And of course, Saerry and Remus' baby (as soon as he/she is born, that is).

A/N: Ron's talking to himself at the beginning here.  Italics are his thoughts and bold are his mind's replies.

Chapter 6 **Surprise, Surprise**

I should tell him.  Shouldn't I?

Your choice, bub.

I should tell him.  I mean, he would want to know.  Wouldn't he?

How should I know?

WHO SAID I WAS ASKING YOU!

WELL YOU WERE TALKING TO ME SO I ASUMED YOU WERE!

WELL THEN DON'T ASUME!  Oh God, I sounded like Professor Snape – er – Severus.

Bravo.  You know sound like Harry's father.

Shut up.

Nope, sorry, can't do that.

And why not?

'Cause.

'Cause why?

Just 'cause.

ARRRRGHH!!!!

"Ron, are you okay?"

Ron blinked and looked at Harry, who was watching him with worry in his eyes.

"Nothing, Harry."

"Nothing my broomstick.  Erm, broomsticks.  You looked like you were – well -"

"What?"

"Arguing with yourself," said Harry.

"What?"

"In your head.  You know, when you ask yourself a question and you answer yourself?  That sort of thing."

Ron frowned.

"Oh.  Yea.  That thing."

Harry frowned at his friend and said, "Are you sure your okay?"

Ron's head shot up and he snapped, "What are you, my mother?"

Harry's eyes flashed fire and he snarled in response, "I'm your friend and I'm trying to act that way."

The two glared at each other for a moment then Ron snapped, "Where are we going?"

"You think I know?" spat Harry.

"This is your property."

"No, it's my dad's property.  I just happen to live here."

Ron glared at his friend and Harry returned it, looking so much like his father Ron nearly fell off the Firebolt.

"Don't do that!"

"What?"

"Glare at me like that.  You look like Snape."

"For God's sake, man, just call him Severus."

Ron grinned ferally and said, "I much prefer calling him Snape."

Harry leaned across the gap between them, smiled coldly, and drawled, "Perhaps you should call me that as well.  After all, I am a Snape."

Ron frowned as Harry straightened and pushed the Seeker faster.  He quickly gave the Firebolt a nudge and flew up to hover beside his friend.

"Harry, man, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean that.  It's just – I've got something on my mind right now."

"It had better not be Hermione," grumbled Harry.

Ron frowned at him and said, "Its not."

"Good.  You're forgiven by the way."

"Thanks."

"So, what's on your mind?  A girl, Quidditch, lessons if that is so possible?"

Ron frowned at his friend again since he had sounded like his father and replied, "It's something to do with you.  Or, your family."

Harry whirled his broom about, the handle knocking Ron's.  Their faces were mere inches apart as Harry snarled, "What about my family?"

Ron blinked, surprised at Harry's behavior.

"Erm.  Well -"

Harry growled – literally growled – and Ron winced.

"Dumbledorewasyourgreat-greatgrandfather."

Harry blinked, eyes wide enough that Ron could see the whites all around.  He softly said, "What did you say?"

Ron took a deep breath and replied, "Dumbledore was your great-great grandfather.  His granddaughter married your grandfather."

Harry's jaw dropped.

"Holy shit."

"That's what I thought."

"Jeez.  Me?  Dumbledore's great-great grandson?"  His eyes went wider.  "That makes dad and Saerry -"

"Great grandson and granddaughter," said Ron.

"Oh shit."

"Yea, we've established that."

"Hey, sarcasm is my dad and Draco's forte.  Don't steal their thunder."

Ron glared but Harry ignored it.  He was too busy going over the news he had just received again.

"Dumbledore's great-great grandson.  I never would have believed it."

Suddenly a thought hit him.

"Oh shit.  Oh shit, shit, and shit."

Ron blinked.  "What?"

"I just figured something out."

"What?"

"Part of the prophecy Firenze made before the battle."

Ron arched his eyebrows and said, "What about it?"

"The Lion!  'Fornax will lay the deciding hand when Leo gives his life.'  Dumbledore was the Lion!"

Ron's eyes went wide now.  Harry nodded to himself then said, "C'mon.  We're going back.  We have to tell my dad about this."  Ron nodded numbly and both boys turned their brooms back in the direction of Snape Manor.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"DAD!"

Severus looked up as Harry and Ron charged into his study, each clutching one of Harry's broomsticks in one hand.  From the couch Saeln hissed something about his sleep being interrupted then stopped when he saw Harry.

Severus frowned at the two boys and asked, "What is it, Harry?"

Harry replied very quickly.

"Ronjusttoldmethatwe'rerelatedtoDumbledore."

Severus blinked.

"Okay, first thing – SLOW DOWN.  Second thing – did you say something about Albus?"

Harry nodded and said, "We're related to Dumbledore."

Severus blinked again.

"WHAT?"

Ron spoke up now.  He said, "My mum said his granddaughter married a Sadiron Snape."

Severus' face suddenly clouded over for a moment and Ron shuddered.  He did not want that expression directed at him.

Harry frowned and asked, "Dad?"

Severus blinked and looked at them.  "What?"

"Who was Sadiron Snape?"

Severus sighed then replied, "Your grandfather.  He was a hard man, especially on me.  But he was as good a father as you could ask for."  He added softly, "Just not one for showing how much he cared."

Harry frowned and Ron looked nervously about the study.  Severus rubbed at his eyes then asked, "Are you sure about this, Harry, Ron?"

The two boys nodded and the older wizard rose.  He took a pinch of powder from a jar on his desk and threw it into the fireplace.  The flames roared green as he turned upon them.

"If Saer asks where I went, tell her I went to Diagon Alley."

Harry began, "Dad -"

"Diagon Alley, Harry."

Harry sighed.  It was just no good arguing with his father.

"Alright.  Diagon Alley if Saerry asks."

Severus nodded sharply then stepped into the fireplace.  He yelled something that sounded like "Aula Recordatio" and vanished in a swirl of green flames.  Harry frowned at the empty fireplace for a moment then blankly said, "We should go put these back in my room."

Ron nodded and turned to leave.  Harry followed him, only pausing long enough to let Saeln drape himself about his shoulders.

A/N: *tries to figure out where to put the REAL plotline in*  Urgh.  Must.  Figure.  Out.  Where.  To.  Put.  Plotline.

Aula Recordatio – Recollection Hall