Hello, guys! Okay, I know it's not as soon as anyone would have liked but at least it's not two, three, four months later. Just one. Slow progress. Anyway, thank you for every single favorite, follow, review, it is greatly appreciated. I know this is a little short but I'm trying to just post something instead of leaving everything barren forever. As always, I own nothing but the twins and the plot. Everything else belongs to our lovely lady, JK Rowling. ;3 And without further ado:

Papa, Who's Mama? Chapter 25:

Papa, Who's Mama? Chapter 25:

"Now that we have all the pleasantries out of the way," Ms. McGonagall's controlled voice started as the last name was sorted into Ravenclaw and the uproar started to simmer down. "There are of course the basic procedures and introductions before we may continue our festivities." She reached in her robes for a piece of parchment and cleared her voice as she unrolled it. "As many of the returning students know, the Forbidden Forest is strictly prohibited…." Her voice slowly became a whisper in Harry's head. He couldn't help it. His heart was thumping as rapidly as a snitches wings.

He couldn't stop smiling, looking at familiar and old faces, chuckling at Sir Nicholas as he pulled the same stunt with his head he'd done years and years before. He inhaled deeply the scents of the somewhat forgotten castle and exhaled memories as if they had happened yesterday. He kept looking at the ceiling and marveling at it. He was back home.

He casted a look at his two little beloved snakes. They were intently clinging to every word McGonagall said. He chuckled again under his breath.

'Well one of them at least.' Harry thought, looking at Davion whom was doodling on his hand.

Davion peaked at him and smirked, Harry winked back and nudged his head in McGonagall's direction. Davion shyly smiled and put his pen back in the pocket of his cloak.

Harry smirked and reached for his cup of tea. Sipping, he stole a glance at the rest of the head table. Everyone seemed to be as ill concentrated as he was. Hagrid was straightening- or trying to straighten- his polka dot tie, Professor Sprout was whispering with Professor Flitwick about something-or-other and none of the new faces were even trying to cover up that they weren't paying attention. The only one paying attention was Severus Snape.

Harry frowned and took another sip of his tea, his cup shaking a little as he put it back down on the table. Part of him was a bit guilty for the altercation they had had this morning. A part. But the large majority of his conscious still wanted to beat the living shit out of him.

'Real mature, Potter.' A voice that sounded awfully like Snape sneered.

Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. He didn't care if it was mature or immature.

"…Mr. Wesley?" McGonagall coughed in an irritated fashion.

"Hmm?" He looked up and saw the whole room looking at him. He heard bits of laughter coming from all sides.

McGonagall glared at him. "Stand up and introduce yourself Mr. Weasley."

He nervously chuckled as he heard more laughter from around the hall and slowly got up out of his chair. "Ello, Mates! I'm Professor Wesley, here to make sure you know all your Defences against the Dark Arts." He awkwardly bowed a bit and looked at Ms. McGonagall and loudly whispered, "Don't get on her bad side, mates!"

McGonagall continued to glare at him and coughed. She looked to the hall and smiled. "May the feast begin!"

Immediately trays of treacle tarts, turkey, roasted ham, salads, pies and butterbeer came filling every single table. Harry smirked as McGonagall sat next to him.

"I quite liked Dumbledore's way of doing it better, Minerva." Harry said, scuffling food onto his plate as fast as he could. Minerva slapped his hand.

"You're a teacher now, Mr. Weasley. Stop acting a fool."

"Oh don't be scoldin' him too bad, Minerva!" Hagrid's voice laughed. "He's jus' a lil' hungry, that's all."

Harry smiled. Minerva scoffed and starting putting food onto her plate as well.

"Oye, Ron," Hagrid called.

Harry looked up. "Mmmm?" he said through a mouth full of food.

"Can we have a lil' chat? Ye know, after all of this?" Hagrid seemed a little nervous.

"Of course, Hagrid. What's the matter?"

"I just, ye know, been thinkin and I got some questions about uh, well ye know." Hagrid pointed to the Slytherin table.

Harry immediately knew he was talking about the twins. Harry sighed inwardly. So the questioning begins.

He chewed his last bit of food in his mouth and nodded. "Of course, mate."

Hagrid smiled and laughed boomingly. "Great, I'll make us some nice lil' snacks and Fang'll be very happy to see you! Hopefully he doesn't tackle ye like last time."

Harry laughed and nodded, taking another sip of the tea.

'It's gonna be a long night.' He thought.

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~Rising Nightengale