AN: My fanfiction has fanfiction! It's true! Following the epilogue that I wrote is posted a very funny Omake (I had to look it up too) written by RUGoing2writethat. Enjoy. I am going to mark this fiction as complete, but am still toying with a bit more of an epilogue. And, when I get the sequel started, I will post on here to let everyone know. Thanks again!

Snape sat at the teacher's table, sweating and nearly shaking in anticipation. He had of course seemed cool to everyone that day, including one very over-excited eleven year old, but in reality he was as excited and nervous as Harry. This was the day he would be sorted, and this was the day that his suspicions would be confirmed.

Snape had told everyone far and wide that he believed Harry to be a Gryffindor, and he knew why he had done this. It was because this was his greatest fear, and by naming it like he did then he wouldn't be caught off guard. But now that it was time, he found himself desperately wishing for another answer. Please be Ravenclaw, he begged the hat silently. The boy has a fine mind, he would be great there. He didn't feel as if he could ask for Slytherin, so he was asking for a lesser evil. Even Hufflepuff would be better, but Snape knew better than that. Though loyal, he was not good-natured enough to be Hufflepuff.

Snape watched as the line of scared first-years approached the hat and were sorted one by one. He expressed surprise that Miss Granger was a Gryffindor, he had thought for sure she was a Ravenclaw. But then again, she was very brave at times too, Snape reasoned. Maybe that blind bravery overtook her intellect. Draco was of course a Slytherin, the hat had not even been fully on his head when it had announced the boy's house. Snape laughed, he knew Draco was exactly what Slytherin looked for.

Snape thought to the conversation they'd had last night at supper when Fiona had joined Harry and him in their quarters to welcome in the new school year. Over their meal of corned beef, she vehemently listed the many reasons why she saw Harry as a Ravenclaw. Snape had countered with his own list of how he would be a Slytherin, and the good-natured banter continued through dessert.

"Will it hurt to be sorted?" Harry had asked them, a little worried. "Fred says that it hurts like fire, and some first years don't survive it."

"Utter nonsense," SNape replied firmly. "It is no more painful than putting any other hat on your head. The sorting hat simply looks at your mind and potential, and assigns it from there."

"No matter where I go I won't be with some of my friends," he complained. "Draco is sure he will be in Slytherin, just like Ron is sure he'll be in Gryffindor."

"You can still be friends even from different houses," Fiona explained to him. "It's a bit harder, maybe, but still very possible. One of my best friends in school was a Hufflepuff."

"Are you going to visit us here very much Fiona?" Harry asked her hopefully. "It was so much fun to have you come to dinner over the summer."

"Probably a bit less than before," Fiona smiled, eyeing Snape. "But you should see me once or twice a week. I have a job and a flat in London, remember."

"I wish you could just stay here with us," Harry asked her plaintively.

Snape choked on his food, and received several sharp blows between his shoulder blades before he felt that he could breathe again. Drinking down some of his wine to fortify himself, he answered with some semblance of calm, "She cannot stay here, Harry. It would not be seemly."

"I heard it was called shacking up," Harry said, his eyes bright.

Severus began choking again, and this time Fiona answered mildly, "Where did you here that term, Harry?"

Harry shrugged. "Ron said that one of his cousins did it, and everyone was in an uproar. I don't see the problem though, I would even let you share my room, Fiona. It would be so fun to have you here."

"It is inappropriate for unmarried witches and wizards to live together before they are married," Snape told his son, finally being able to breath again. "Fiona and I are unmarried."

"So get married then," Harry told them, studiously scraping the last of his chocolate pudding out of his bowl. "Wouldn't that just be the easiest thing?"

Fiona patted Severus' back again as he choked, and she found herself smirking at the precocious child. In a year or two he would be much wiser as to the meaning of his words, but for now she could enjoy his innocence.

"It is something not to be entered into lightly," Fiona tried to explain to Harry. "It has been a big adjustment for us to be dating each other, let alone marriage. You'll have to let us take our time, Harry. And in the meantime, I will make sure to see you at least once a week. Is that a deal?"

"Deal," Harry answered, his eyes glinting.

Remembering that interaction, Snape had to smile. He had worried about jealousy with Fiona as there had been with Sirius, but he was surprised at how well Fiona did at respecting their relationship and engaging Harry for himself. She had effectively circumvented his jealousy about his dad by making Harry a sort of friend while encouraging his relationship with his Dad. Severus saw the brilliance of her plan, and Harry ended up adoring her almost as much as Snape himself. He had been serious about sharing his room.

McGonagall announcing, "Potter, Harry!" snapped him back into the current time, and he saw as a hush descended on the Hogwarts hall. Most students were at least somewhat used to the idea of Harry being there by now, but everyone wanted to know which house got him.

Snape watched, breathless, as the hat was placed on Harry's head. Harry waited curiously as the hat was placed there, wondering what it would be like. He didn't think it would hurt, he was pretty sure Draco would have let out a howl if it had.

"Harry Potter, how very difficult to place," the hat told him in a gravelly, growly voice. "Hmm, loyal, a fine mind, plenty of courage, lots of cunning . . . Where to put you?"

"Please either Slytherin or Gryffindor," Harry thought loudly into the hat.

"Either house you would do well," the hat told him. "It's all here. You could be great, you know, and Slytherin would help you learn the cunning. I see you have learned some already with your incidence with Dobby. Yes, I see it all here. You developed and executed an excellent plan. But what is this? Giving yourself selflessly instead of protecting yourself? Well, I know what I'm going to have to do for that, you need to be with others who would do that too. Better be Gryffindor!"

Harry heard cheers erupt, and Fred and George becoming ecstatic at the announcement that he would go there. A few even began a chant of, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" but it died down as the potion master rose and glared at the entire Gryffindor table. They knew enough to be scared of Snape. Harry grinned at the glowering man and waved, taking his seat next to Ron and Hermione.

Snape took a calming draught out of his pocket and downed it, not caring who saw him taking the potion. This confirmed all of his suspicions, Harry would selflessly sacrifice himself for the good of others. Merlin help him parenting him through adolescence.

The End

The Omake by RUGoing2writethat

Harry was lying face down on his bed and Severus had just finished applying some of the muggle salve to Harry. He really hated Lucius Malfoy right now, but the man had valuable connections and political power. Still, if he'd had the Prince Family connections, he could have easily disposed of Malfoy and been done. The Prince Family had once been the Wizard World's own magical mafia. They were a family you did not cross; those that crossed them, disappeared forever. It is too bad they were enamoured of the pureblood fanaticism. If they had been a bit more open about muggleborns, they might have kept their family power. When his grandparents disowned his mother, they did so in the pureblood tradition, which meant she was no longer a Prince by status. She was still a Prince by blood and magic but as far as the family was concerned, she did not exist.

When Severus was born, his grandparents made a small concession; they paid for his 7 years of tuition but nothing else. When they died, he inherited 1000 galleons; the rest of the fortune had been whittled away by two dark lords.

And because their shady activities were kept underground and disconnected from their names, they had been one of the most respected pureblood families on the Wizengamot, holding as much sway and influence as the Blacks or the Potters held.

Anyway, Dumbledore had just entered the room to apologize to Harry as well, when there was a pop. Maisie. Severus had forgotten to inform the house elf of what was really going on.

"Oh, my poors poors Harry. Did that bad bad man beats yous? Don'ts yous worries; Maisie is heres to helps yous gets alls betters," said Maisie, hugging Harry who looked a bit confused.

"I am helping him Maisie," said Severus.

"YOU! Allowings that bad bad man to beats my poors Harry. Nos favorites foodses fors yous fors a weeks!" she said, shaking her finger at Severus. Dumbledore cleared his throat, possibly to hide a snicker.

"AND YOU! Beings the headmasters of this schools and yous did nothings to prevent my Harry from being beatens! If you were my masters, you would have no candy or dessert for a week," she said, turning to the Headmaster, who went gray at her proclamation of a week without sweets.

"Nows out, both of yous. My Harry needs rests. Out, shoo shoo!" said Maisie shooing them both out of Harry's room, and firmly shutting the door. Severus thought he saw a brief smirk on Harry's face, as if amused by Maisie's antics.

Severus looked at Dumbledore who looked at Severus.

"Well, at least we know he's well cared for..." said Dumbledore.

"Indeed, and well protected," said Sirius.

Sadly, that would be a bad week for Dumbledore, for Maisie made sure the Hogwarts elves heard about what happened and her declaration. Dumbledore found himself without sugar in his tea, without dessert at the table, and not a single candy anywhere in his office. By the end of the week, he was so high strung from withdrawals that only Minerva dared approach him. That Sunday when he drank his tea and found it to be sweet, he jumped for joy and scared half of Hufflepuff house.

Severus had no easier time; it seems that declaring a week without his favorite foods meant any food that he even remotely liked. He ended up having to eat liver and onions, brussel sprouts w/o cheese or butter, and other foods that he would never choose to eat. He also went without sugar in his tea. Although he did get dessert, it was dessert that he did not like as well, such as pear and coconut cake, something he would not touch with a 10 foot pole.

Harry, on the other hand, found himself eating his favorite foods for each meal. Although when he tried to share his dessert with his dad, he got his hand slapped by Maisie, who told him no sharing. This amused him though he made sure to hide it from his dad.