Breakfast at the Gryffindor Table

"Hey, Harry," Hermione quietly said as she glanced up at him. "Food's rather excellent."

"So, I heard," replied Harry before he grabbed a plate of food. "Ron's not here yet?"

"So, it would seem. How'd your dad take the news last night?"

"He rather…understood, I guess." Harry then sighed heavily before biting into a strawberry.

"I know your secret," Hermione whispered, a few seconds later.

"What…what!" Harry sputtered out after choking. "What are you talking about?"

"I know your secret," Hermione repeated. "It wasn't really hard to guess if you think about it.

"Hermione," Harry started to say, but was cut off when she held up her hand.

"Don't worry, Harry. I won't say anything." She then leaned in closer towards him. "It must be nice, though, to have your parents here."

"Yeah, it is," Harry lied smoothly.

"Your father seems nice enough, demanding, but nice. Some of the other girls were telling me last night that he's one of the strictest professors here, though. That he hardly ever gives points to Gryffindor. From what I've seen so far, he looks like he truly loves you, Harry. I mean, I may be new to all this, but I doubt many fathers would be that accepting of their son's sorting into a different House than his own, especially when he's the current Head of his son's rivals House." Hermione then sighed softly. "Your mother's kind of pretty, too. All of the girls said that she's kind and nice."

"You scoped out my parents?" Harry asked rather shocked.

"I more so inquired, but yes. I'm sorry if I've offended you, Harry."

"No. It's all right, Hermione. It's just rather odd."

"What's odd?" Ron asked as he walked up behind Harry. He had buttoned his robes all the way up. He then quietly sat at the table before grabbing himself a plate full of food. "Hey, Mate, why'd you leave so early this morning?"

"Um…well, I kind of…I needed to talk to my dad this morning."

"Oh, you two get into a tussle last night about which House you're in?"

"No. He understood. I…well, Ron, did you know how to tie your tie this morning?"

"Hell no, Mate. My brothers had to teach me the spell for it. Why?" Ron's eyes then widened. "Oh, so that's why you went to your dad's then this morning?"

"Yeah," Harry replied quietly.

"Well, your tie is much better than mine." Ron then unbuttoned the top part of his robe to show Harry and Hermione. All three of them burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight. "Yeah, I sort of casted the wrong spell. Least you could go to your dad, though. Hey, Harry, do you think he'd fix my tie?"

"I doubt it, Ron. He doesn't really like Gryffindors." When Harry saw Ron's eyes bulge out of his head before glancing towards the head table, he knew that Ron knew.

"Your dad's Snape?" Ron hissed. "Whoa!"

"Honestly, Ron, it isn't that big a deal."

"Not that big a deal, Hermione? Do you know who Snape is? He's the Head of Slytherin." Ron's eyes then narrowed on Harry. "He honestly didn't have an issue with you being in Gryffindor?"

"Nope," Harry replied quietly. "Can we talk about something else, though? I really don't want all of Gryffindor knowing that I'm the son of the Head of Slytherin."

"Wait. Harry, does that mean Sinistra is your mom?"

"Yeah," Harry softly responded.

"Whoa! Talk about the Dark Arts family," Ron whistled. When Harry's eyes narrowed, he scoffed. "Oh, come on, Harry. Both your parents are fascinated with it. I mean, your dad's been after Quirrell's job for years. At least, that's what Fred and George said. Course, you aren't so bad."

"Gee, thanks, Ron."

"Well, I just mean that you could be like Malfoy over there."

"Don't remind me," Harry said before grimacing. "How about we do this, Ron? If I ever do anything that reminds you of Malfoy, you hex me." Ron softly laughed.

"Nah, Mate, I can't hex you. Then I'd have to deal with your git of a father. Guess I'll just have to keep you from turning into Malfoy. Come on. Let's head to Transfigurations." The trio then left.