A/N: Thank you all for reading and/or reviewing. I really appreciate it. This chapter came out of an idea I had for my other story, but I think it fits better with this one. Hope you enjoy. :)

Troll…in the Dungeons…Wait, Never Mind

Harry woke up extra early on Halloween. It wasn't because he was overly excited for the big feast later that night, but because it would be his first Halloween with Severus and Aurora. Both had invited him, Ron, and Hermione to their quarters after the feast to celebrate in their own way. Harry knew that his friends' invitations weren't Severus's prime choice, but that he was just going with Aurora to curb the impending fight over it. However, he was rather glad Severus was going along with it.

"Ron, Ron, get up, Ron," Harry whispered in cadence in his ear. Ron only batted at him with his arm. "Come on, Ron. We're going to get food." Within seconds, Ron shot up out of bed and got dressed. "Thought you'd get up for that," he mumbled before walking towards the door.

"Shut up, Harry," Ron grumbled before joining him a few seconds later.

Hermione met the two at the bottom of the stairs. She gave them both an once-over before rolling her eyes. It was a wonder how either of the two would survive without her some days. She shook her head and placed her hands on her hips.

"What?"

"Honestly, Ronald, you're going out like that?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Nothing, but the fact that neither of you have your books is utterly horrifying."

"Oh…well, um…it's Halloween."

"Yes, so…?"

"Come on, Hermione. What do we need books for anyways?"

"Remind me of that when Professor Snape gives you both detentions." Hermione then stormed towards the exit. She couldn't believe she was friends with those idiots. She was wondering now what her reason was for not wanting to be in Ravenclaw. At least, Ravenclaws had common sense when it came to school. She then drew in a deep breath and counted to ten. Honestly, those two were going to be a horrible influence on her.

"You know, Hermione, my parents are Hogwarts professors," Harry said in a haughty voice.

"That does not give you the right to slack off. Honestly, what do you think Professor Snape's going to say when he sees your grades, Harry?"

"I doubt he'll even check," Harry drawled as they walked down the Grand Staircases towards the Great Hall. He then sighed. Hermione did have a point. He had been slacking off lately. However, that was hardly due to him. Severus was training him at night, while the Weasley Twins trained him for his first Quidditch match in the afternoon. He really didn't have time to study. The minute he walked in the Great Hall, though, he gulped. Severus didn't look happy, and he was holding a piece of paper in his hands. "Oh, crap," muttered Harry. He slowly walked over there. "Hey, Dad," he said quietly.

"There's been a change of plans tonight," Severus spoke before thrusting a piece of paper in Harry's hands. "Read it."

Harry sighed and unfolded the letter. His eyes narrowed immediately. It wasn't his grades. In fact, it didn't have anything to do with him. He then read the letter in its entirety before glancing back up. He caught Severus's glare, but knew that Severus didn't mean to direct it at him.

"Um…sir?" asked Harry.

"What!" Snape barked before he sighed heavily. "What is it, Harry?" he said a bit softer.

"Doesn't she know about…you know?"

"No. We never thought to inform her. Therefore, you're going to have to—"

"I understand, sir. Ron and Hermione can't come anymore, can they?"

"Not unless they want to meet a troll," Snape muttered. "Your friends can come after she's gone, which hopefully isn't too long after she's arrived."

"I take it you don't like her, sir," Harry asked with a knowing smile.

"That is an understatement, Harry. The woman drives me up the wall, and I won't even start with her husband."

"So, we're just going to have to grin and bear it then, sir?"

"Yes, Harry, that is precisely what we're going to have to do. Well, in my case, I might indulge myself in a bit of Firewhiskey in order to deal with that woman."

"Um…what am I supposed to call them exactly?"

"I would recommend Troll and Giant. They're my personal favorites," Snape drawled. He then glanced down at the young impressionable Gryffindor. He could see the young boy saying it. While it would be funny for the first two minutes, the rest of the night would be a nightmare. "However, you are not me, so don't use them in the presence of your…grandparents." The word felt dirty on his tongue. He shivered involuntarily.

"I understand, sir."

"Excellent, well, I'll see you after classes then." Snape walked away slowly towards the head table with a considerable shake in his step.

"What was that all about, Harry?" Ron asked as soon as Harry rejoined them at the table.

"Mum's parents are coming," Harry replied quietly. "I don't think dad's happy about it." He instantly glared at Ron when he burst out laughing. "It's not funny, Ron. I have to spend my evening with them too. Oh, Dad wants you to know that after they leave you guys can come down."

"Which is when exactly?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I don't know, but I think Dad's hoping it's fairly quickly." Harry then sighed. He would have to pretend to be Hadius tonight. In a way, he felt dirty for pretending to be their dead son. However, he didn't have time to think about that. He had classes to concentrate on for the day.

***

Nine hours later, Severus brushed off his emerald and silver dress robes. He hated the silly things, but he knew if he didn't wear it, there'd be hell to pay. While he secretly wished he were a pureblood, he hated the pureblood etiquette. It was utterly ridiculous that he had to wear these horrid velvety robes. Honestly, what respectable wizard would be caught dead wearing these?

As Aurora briskly walked past the bathroom door, Severus snuck a quick glance at his wife. He nearly chuckled when he saw how flustered she was while she finished getting ready. Her hair had frizzled once again to make her look a bit like Bella. His eyes remained on her for a few more moments. He watched her try to comb the frizzled look out of her hair and lose that battle. She then tried to put the entire mass up, which failed horribly as it fell back down on her shoulders. She loudly growled before throwing her brush towards the wall. Sometimes she was utterly hilarious to watch. He then watched her pull her silver wand out and try several grooming spells. Not even one worked. She fell back on the bed in their bedroom and glanced up at the ceiling. He took that as his cue to leave.

"I take it that didn't work?" Severus said softly. She gave him the look that said 'what do you think'. He only flashed a rare smile at her. "You are still beautiful to me."

"Yeah," Aurora mumbled.

"TROLL…" a loud voice yelled outside their quarters. "IN THE DUNGEONS!" it yelled again.

"What in the Nine Hells was that?" exclaimed Aurora as she quickly got to her feet.

"It was just Mr. Malfoy earning his 100 gallons," Severus replied with a grin. He then held a hand out towards Aurora. "However, I do believe your mother's arrived." He immediately caught the glare. "Yes, well, what else was I supposed to do, my dear?"

"You want them to hate you, don't you?" Aurora then sighed heavily before they walked out of their bedroom. They were near the sitting room before she held her arm out to stop him. "Wait. Um…I have to tell you something before we do this."

"You love me?" Severus said with a smirk.

"Well, yes, that too, but something that affects us. All of us."

"Tell me at dinner."

"Severus, I'm serious."

"As am I, Aurora," he drawled. He already knew what her news was. Anyone with half a brain could figure out that she was pregnant. However, to see the reaction on his mother-in-law's face would be priceless. "If it affects all of us, then tell us at dinner." He then glanced towards Harry who was moving towards the door. "NO…" he yelled. When Harry whirled around, Severus shook his head. "Not yet, Harry." He then walked over to his cabinet near the fireplace and poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey. "Now you may open the door for the monsters-in-law." He quickly threw back the drink and sighed. This was going to be a long night.