Disclaimer- Same as before.

A/N- All the memories from now on might not be from Harry's point of view. Reasoning being, they aren't just his but everyone's combined. Explanation- you'll find out in about chapter fourteen I believe.

Haunted Memories
Chapter Ten: Flights, Blown up rooms, and a broken arm--Oh My!
Abbie Haven Snape

Life went by as it always did in the house. The New Year came and was ticking on by. Lucius, Narcissa, and Kierra found themselves with their hands full as Severus was at school teaching.

"Ew, get that thing away from me!" shrieked Pansy, running around the house with Blaise following her with a snake in his hands.

"Pansy! Blaise! Stop running! Blaise, give me that! Where did you get this at?" asked Lucius, grabbing the back of Blaise's shirt, pulling him back.

"Elijah. He's had it since spring," said Blaise, handing over the green snake. "Don't tell him you got it from he. He'll kill me."

"He's had it since the spring?"

"Yeah. He can talk to it. We all tried to but couldn't. He could though. And keep it away from me," said Pansy, straightening her hair.

"When did you become a girl?" snapped Blaise.

"I've been a girl. I'm not like Milli, Morgan, and Camilla thank you very much."

Pansy stormed out of the room. Blaise looked up at Lucius. "What was that about?"

"I don't know. Ask your mother. I've got another boy to talk to."

Lucius went down the hall only to stop right before he ran into his wife.

"Milli, Morgan, what are you doing?" asked Narcissa, hands on hips.

"Nothing," they both answered together.

"I'm sure. I want this mess cleaned up before you two go to bed. Clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Morgan, do you know where I can find Elijah?" asked Lucius.

"No. Haven't seen him since breakfast. Found Slytherin I see," said Morgan, looking at the snake on his arm.

"Slytherin? A snake? We had a snake in here with Trapper?"

"Elijah told him not to leave his room unless he took him out. Trapper doesn't come near his room," said Morgan.

"Told?"

"Supposedly, he can talk to it."

"Lovely."

Narcissa walked away and Lucius continued down the hall. In the library he found Harry, on hands and knees, looking under the tables.

"Looking for something?" he asked.

"Yeah, I lost something."

"Slytherin?"

Harry glanced up and gave a little smile. "Maybe."

"I don't see a problem with you keep him Elijah. As long as he doesn't bother anyone."

Harry smiled. "He won't bother anyone. I'll tell him to make sure he doesn't."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Like this."

Harry then hissed and the snake came undone of Lucius arm and came to him. The two seemed to have a conversation between themselves with Lucius having his head leaned to the side, eyebrow raised.

"Blaise made you find him?" asked Harry.

Lucius nodded, still shocked. He didn't think he could really speak to the snake. Didn't know or think that he could possibly be a Parselmouth. There were things about the boy that obviously know of them knew.

"But at lease you know of Slytherin now. May I be excused?"

"You may."

Harry smiled, leaving the room. Lucius walked over to the fireplace and called Severus.

"A Parselmouth Severus."

"Who?"

"Elijah."

"What?"

"He can talk to snakes. He has one; Slytherin and he can talk to him. He's had him since spring."

Both were quiet for a second. "You've got to speak to him about it Lucius."

"Severus, be both know it would be better if you spoke to him about it all. What would I say? You speak to him."

"When? I don't have a break until summer Lucius."

"Come tonight. Tell Dumbledore you have to do something."

Severus sighed. "Alright. Don't tell anyone just incase I can't get away."

"Until later Severus."

"Yeah, yeah. Bye."

"Did you know that you can cause someone pain just by a curse?" asked Camilla as a couple of the group sat in the living room.

"Of course but how do you know that Camilla?" asked Kierra, looking at her cautiously.

"It was in a book in the library. You can also have complete control over someone and kill someone. All three are known," but she was cut off before she could finish.

"As Unforgivable, I know. You, however, shouldn't know. I want to see any book you plan on reading before you read it. Got it?" asked Kierra, looking sternly at her.

"Yes ma'am," said Camilla, a little disappointed. "Will your hair be back to normal soon?" she asked.

"Don't even go there."

Camilla, Morgan, and Millicent all began to giggle, covering their mouths so she wouldn't hear them. Morgan and Millicent somehow managed to create a potion to turn someone hair colors. Kierra and Narcissa unfortunately were they victims. Kierra's hair was blue while Narcissa's was green.

"Where are the boys at?" asked Pansy, seating with her legs crossed.

"Good question."

Right then, Draco and Theodore came into the room, yelling at each other.

"I'm right and you know it!" yelled Draco.

"No you aren't! I am!" yelled T.J.

"Boys! Chill!" yelled Kierra over their voices.

Draco pushed Theodore slightly making him push him back. Kierra, sighed, getting in between them.

"What is this about?" she asked.

"He said that England would make it to the cup but England doesn't have a chance," said T.J.

"Better chance then Ireland," snapped Draco.

They tired to push each other again but Kierra was in between them. "You both are fighting over Quidditch? What's gotten into everyone in this house today? Both of you sit in a corner. Now!"

"Kierra, we haven't sat in a corner since we were little" said Draco.

"You are acting childish. Corners, NOW!"

Both walked off and sat in a corner in the room.

"Turn toward the wall. Don't talk or look at each other."

Both slowly turned around. Morgan smiled; finding the whole thing rather amusing while it gave Kierra a headache.

"I believe everyone in this house should sit down and talk on the way we've been acting," she said, falling back down into her chair. "No fighting, no reading books on dark material, no messing with my hair, and no thinking you are better then anyone," she said, looking at everyone in the room.

Each one didn't look at her when she spoke. Then, Lucius came into the room, carrying a crying Harry.

"What happen?" asked Kierra, jumping up as he laid Harry down on the love seat.

"Not sure. One minute we were talking and coming down here and the next we was on the ground, holding his arm. I think it's broken," said Lucius, trying to bind his arm but Harry only cried harder.

"I'm no healer," said Kierra, running her hand through Harry's hair.

"Me either. Maybe Narcissa can but she isn't much of one either."

"England!"

"Ireland!"

"Boys! No talking!" snapped Kierra, shaking her head.

"What's going on in this house today?" asked Narcissa, coming into the room. "Yelling, fighting…"

"I don't know but I think that someone should find my son, Goyle, and Crabbe before they do something and so they all can get a talking to."

"What am I walking into?"

"Sev!" said Harry, in his cries.

"Cub, what's wrong?" asked Severus, hurrying over to the couch, kneeing beside him, smoothing his hair down. Kierra abandoning the task once Severus got there.

"Arm, hurts."

"I think it is broken," said Lucius.

"How?"

"Good question."

"This shouldn't hurt Elijah, alright."

If he answered, Severus couldn't hear him seeing as a loud explosion went off at the other end of the manor.

"How much you want to bet it's the last three," said Kierra with her hand on her heart.

"Come on Kierra. Let's go see how much damage is done," said Lucius.

"Cissy, make sure that those two boys don't get up or speak," said Kierra.

"Oh, don't worry. They won't," said Narcissa.

The two left the room. Narcissa sat down in one of the chairs. All the adults were tired. The day had been anything but boring.

"Close your eyes Elijah and take my hand. If this hurts squeeze my hand. I don't think it will but just to be on the safe side," said Severus sliding his hand under Harry's.

Harry nodded, still crying but he trusted Severus. Severus pulled out his wand and said a spell pointing it at Harry's arm.

"Alright, it's fixed. I'll try to find something for the pain cub and a sling. I don't want you to be using that arm or hand tomorrow you hear?" he asked, bring him into his arms with a hug.

"Okay Sev. Thank you," he whispered head trying to disappear into his robes.

Severus kept him in his arms as he turned to Narcissa. "Cissa, why is your hair green?" he asked getting a little giggle from the children, including Harry.

"Morgan and Milli's potion."

"Ah, same for Kierra?"

She just nodded.

"When did we start dressing in skirts and crossing our legs Miss Pansy?" he asked next.

"I am a girl Severus. That's what we do," she said.

"Interesting. What are we fighting over?" came the next question from Severus directed to the boys on the floor while he rubbed circles on Harry's back.

"Quidditch," they both muttered saying nothing else.

"Sounding like all the students at school. Miss Camilla? Have we done anything?"

"Only reading books that Kierra said I wasn't allowed to read."

"Dark Arts?"

"Maybe."

"Well, cub, you're the last one. Anything I should know?"

"Slytherin."

"Yes, your snake. I've heard."

"Then, no."

Lucius came back in the room dragging Goyle and Crabbe into the room behind him with Kierra with her son. The three had black all over them and missing bits of clothing.

"The last room in the dungeons is no more," said Lucius, pushing the two on to the couch with the girls.

"Are you okay Elijah?" asked Blaise.

"What are you doing here Severus?" asked Crabbe.

"Yes," answered Harry quietly.

"I believe they all should sit down so we can see them all and talk."

"First, let me get something for pain for Elijah," said Severus trying to stand but Elijah wasn't letting go. "Okay cub, you can come with me."

"Severus," began Lucius.

"Yes, I know," said Severus, cutting him off, knowing full well what he was going to say. And he had to do it soon because he had to get back to Hogwarts.

He carried Harry into his bedroom he slept in when he stayed at the manor. He opened a cabinet, searching the shelves for the right potion.

"Here cub. I believe it is cherry flavored so it's not so horrible to drink," he said, sitting Harry down on the bed.

Harry smiled, drinking the potion, tears disappearing now. "Much better than normal."

"I'm glad. Now Elijah, I have to talk to you for a second. Lucius told me that you could talk to Slytherin."

"Yeah, I talk to him all the time. None of the others can though."

"That's because the gift is rare. No one for a while has had the gift. It is called being a Parselmouth. You can speak Parseltongue, snake language."

"Is that a bad thing?" whispered Harry.

"No but yes. A lot of people consider it to be sign of a dark wizard."

"Dark?"

"A bad wizard."

"I'm not bad Sev! I promise!"

"I know Elijah, of course you aren't. But what I need you to do for me is to keep it to yourself all right? You can speak to it with all of us here but once you get talking others, don't let people know. They'll get the wrong impression of you."

Harry just sat there for a moment, still processing what he had been told.

"You understand Elijah?" asked Severus, lifting his chin up.

"I think so but we never get out so I don't have to worry really right?"

"Right but I am just making sure you know."

"That's means no talking to Slytherin in public?"

"Definitely not talking to him in public," said Severus, tickling him a little on the stomach.

"How long are you staying?" asked Harry.

"I've got to leave as soon as everyone downstairs get straightened out."

Harry looked down, clearly disappointed. Severus didn't know what to say. He just pulled out his wand and conjured a sling for him.

"Here, wear this all day tomorrow. Then, it should be okay," said Severus, getting him to wear it. "If its still bothering your tomorrow, tell someone to fire call me, alright? I'll tell them what to do."

Harry nodded, still disappointed.

"Elijah, I am sorry I can't stay but summer will be here before you know it. I'll try to stop in a few more times. It's just hard."

"I know, I know. I just wish you could stay. Like always."

"I'm sorry Elijah..."

Harry smiled. "Oh, I was going to send this to you but I guess I can give it to you now. I'll be right back. Stay right here!" he said excitedly.

Before Severus could say anything, Harry was out of the room. Severus smiled, shaking his head. He did truly miss being at the house during the school day. He would rather be there then anything.

"Here. Me and Draco-"

"Draco and I," said Severus, correcting him.

"I should know that by now. Draco and I were painting yesterday, finger painting! And I painted this for you," he said, handing Severus a sheet of parchment. Severus smiled, feeling Harry jumped beside him on the bed, and he opened it. Inside was the manor, he was guessing it to be, with, what he took it to be, himself and Harry standing right in the middle. Twelve other stick people were around in different places all over the paper.

"I love it Elijah. Thank you."

"I figured you needed something to remember all of us here while you are gone."

Severus smiled, bending down and kissed the top of Harry's head. "It's perfect."

Harry smiled. "I guess we better get down there."

Severus nodded, slipping the picture into his pocket. He offers Harry a hand down off the bed and didn't let go as they headed back downstairs. "I love you. I'll check in with you, whether it be a fire call, a letter, or if I can manage a visit."

"Love you too Sev. Can't wait."

They walked down the stairs. Harry sat down in the line of children in front of the couch. Each adult, took their turn, telling them what was on their minds. From what they all had done that day to what they were expected to act. By the end of the lecture, Draco and Theodore apologized to each other, Morgan and Millicent apologized to Kierra and Narcissa, and the three boys volunteered to clean the room.

But they all didn't promise not to act up again. Just, not all of them on the same day.

Severus came out of the fireplace, a small smile on his face. Being at the manor always did seem to put a smile on his face. Those ten were good compared to what he had to go through at the school. The fact that he loved them all didn't seem to hurt either. Especially one little green eyed boy.

He sat down behind his desk for a second, rubbing his hands over his face. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture Harry had drawn. He could tell who was who by either the size of the stick figure or the color of their hair. He wasn't the best drawing an eight-year-old had done but Severus loved it. He could remember painting a picture for his own father once, when he was little. His father didn't want it. He thought, maybe, that was why he had been more then glad to help the other three. He didn't want anyone having the same childhood he had.

"Severus?"

Severus quickly covered the picture, looking up at the Headmaster of Hogwarts standing at the doorway. "Yes sirs?" he asked, clearing his voice, surprisingly calm considering his heart was beating fast.

"Did you disappear at one point tonight? Minerva said she came to you with a Slytherin and you weren't no where to be found."

Severus swallowed hard. "Yes sir. One of my friends needed me for a second. That is all. I'm sorry I didn't inform you that I was leaving. I was planning on being gone five minutes at the most."

The Headmaster nodded, watching him closely. Severus just starred at him, knowing it would be worse if he looked away. "It's alright Severus. As long as it doesn't become a habit."

"No sir. Thank you."

The Headmaster nodded again, his eyes on the piece of parchment that he had tried to hide. If he asked about it, Severus was going to personally murder Lucius.

"A thank you gift?" asked the Headmaster with a smile.

"Yes. His son gave it to me." Severus prayed he didn't ask anymore then that. Though he was mentally correcting himself, saying his son.

"Very thoughtful young boy. Good night Severus."

"Night sir."

Once the door closed, Severus leaned back in his chair. That was a rather close call. He just had to be more careful. He trusted the Headmaster, yes, but not with this. Technically what they had done was kidnapped the ten children and were holding them hostage. But they weren't complaining too awfully bad, blowing up a room and turning hair colors. Not too much at all.

Still though, he could help but feel something was going to happen. All the secrecy would seem to prove wrong in the end. How long could all of them go with out having anyone find out? The Headmaster had to be wondering where he goes every summer when he used to stay at the castle for some of them.

"They are going to be the murder of me yet. The Dark Lord didn't but I swear ten children can," he muttered, standing up and headed toward his private living chambers.

If anyone is interested in how I am picturing any of the characters, leave me your email and I'll send you a cover page I have created for this story. I am no drawer but I've given credit to those artist who did draw them. Just let me know.

Stick with me! To all my reviewers! I LOVE YOU! LoL! Please, if you have questions, I'll be more then happy to answer them. I know its confusing. I don't want to give too much away at once which leaves it confusing. I am confused sometimes and I know what is going on!

Love From, Abbie Haven Snape