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Evan groaned and flexed his fingers, he had gotten halfway through the million lines his parents had assigned. Okay, more like three hundred but still! That was a lot of writing! Never mind his usual homework and the essay on why what he did was dangerous. He wouldn't be surprised if his fingers fell off! And he still had a hundred and fifty to go...

"Psst!"

Evan looked up and saw his brother in the doorway. He brother was holding out a plate of biscuits. "Hungry?"

"Yeah, I could use a break," Evan grinned and hopped up.

Pop!

"Master Gavin, you's not supposed to be in this room," Zippy scolded. He was watching the boys while their parents were at a staff meeting.

"I'm not in the room, I'm in the doorway," Gavin said innocently. "I just thought Evan might be hungry. He's having to do a lot of work."

"He did wrong," Zippy pointed out but his gaze softened. He sighed. "Would Master Evan like some juice to go with his biscuits?"

"Yes, please." Evan stretched. "Merlin, I can't wait until this week is over."

"Evan, what was it like in the Chamber?" Gavin asked eagerly. "Was it scary?"

"It's really dark and damp in there," Evan said. "Totally creepy. The Basilisk bones are still there and man, that thing was huge!"

"Wow," Gavin breathed. "I can't believe you got the chamber to open." Admiration for his big brother was clear in his eyes.

Evan grinned, it was awesome to have a little brother that looked up to him. "Yeah, it was pretty brilliant and -" He paled as he caught sight of his dad appearing behind Gavin. "But, um, it was dangerous and I'll never do it again." He said hastily.

Harry snorted, putting his hands on Gavin's shoulders. "Nice try." He told his eldest. He looked down at his youngest. "You know you are not supposed to be in here."

"I'm only in the doorway," Gavin protested. "I brought Evan some biscuits and Zippy is getting -"

Zippy popped in, handing Gavin and Evan each a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Thank you Zippy," Evan beamed. He caught his father's eye and shifted his feet. "I'm just taking a break from my lines," he said quietly.

Harry sighed and snagged a biscuit from the plate in Gavin's hands. "Let me see what you've done," He said as he peered at Evan's desk. "Hmm, you look about halfway through. Good job."

Evan brightened a little. "Thanks." He took a bite from his biscuit and groaned in pleasure. "Mmm, peanut butter. My favorite!"

"Mine too," Harry said as he settled himself on Evan's bed.

"How come you get to go in there but I don't?" Gavin whined.

"Because I'm the parent," Harry winked at him.

"Thanks for bringing me biscuits, Gavin," Evan said.

"See you at dinner," Gavin said sadly, leaving.

"He's really making me and your mother feel guilty for grounding you," Harry remarked. "He may be a Slytherin after all."

Evan laughed. "I still say Ravenclaw."

Harry grinned for a moment before his expression turned more serious. "I know this is a hard punishment for you. I just want to make sure you understand why you're being punished."

"Because I did something reckless and dangerous," Evan answered. He bit his lip. "And I knew I wasn't allowed down there." He admitted.

Harry ruffled his hair. "Good boy."

"At least you don't lock me in here," Evan joked.

"I would never do that," Harry said seriously. He would never lock his child in his room the way he had been by the Dursley's. And it's not like Evan was in a empty room like he had been. His son had toys, drawing supplies and books to keep himself amused.

"I know you wouldn't," Evan said as he finished his glass of pumpkin juice. "I guess I should get back to my lines."

Harry hid a grin at the put upon look on Evan's face.

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A few days later, Harry walked into Evan's room where his son was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Bored?"

Evan sat up and sighed. "Yes! I did my lines, I finished my homework and I'm almost done with my essay." He looked at his dad pleadingly. "Can't I at least be in the sitting room?"

"No," Harry answered as he sat down at Evan's desk. "You only have a couple more days, you can survive. Do you want to play some chess?"

Evan blinked. "I thought I couldn't go to the sitting room?"

"You can't," Harry said cheerfully. "I can bring the chess board in here, though." He summoned the table the game was on as well as an extra chair. "Ready?" He smiled as Evan's face lit up. He and Hermione hated punishing any of their children and like Evan, were ready for this week to be over. Knowing their son was miserable was not easy but they knew they had to be consistent. Besides, Evan wouldn't have been able to hang out with his friends even if he hadn't been grounded as Artie was restricted to his dorm room and Castor to his parents quarters for the week. It seemed the Weasleys and Malfoys had had the same thoughts as to how to discipline their foolhardy sons.

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"I'm free! I'm free!" Evan ran around the sitting room, the kitchen and the small library before flopping onto the sofa. "Free!"

"Yay!" Gavin cheered. "Want to go visit Hagrid with me?"

"Yes, let's go!"

"Take your scarves, boys'! There's a chill in the air!" Hermione called from the library where she was grading essays. "And Evan, make sure to walk Gavin back here!"

"I will!"

Evan and Gavin headed out of the castle, pausing when they heard Sage calling them.

"Where are you going?"

"Hagrid's!"

Sage joined them. "So your groundings over?" She asked.

"Yes, thank Merlin," Evan said. "I never want to be grounded to my room again."

"I want to know more about the Chamber," Gavin said. "Did you really see the Basilisk bones? Did you grab one to keep?"

"No," Evan sighed. "I didn't get a chance before Dad found us. I did see it though, I can't imagine how scary it would have been to face it alive."

"Ah, young Snapes'," Hagrid beamed as they approached his cottage. "I haven' seen much of yeh lately."

"I got in trouble and was grounded," Evan admitted sheepishly.

"So did Artie and Castor," Gavin piped up.

Hagrid frowned. "What'd you do?" He shook his head when Evan told him. "Well, I'm sure yeh know not to somethin' like that again." He patted Evan on the shoulder. "You kids want some rock cakes? I just made a batch."

"Uh," Sage grimaced slightly. "Sure, thanks Hagrid."

Gavin frowned. "I don't like rock cakes." He whispered to his siblings.

"Neither do we, but we don't want to hurt Hagrid's feelings do we?" Evan said with a shrug. He brightened when Artie and Castor came running out. "Are you guys off restriction too?"

"Yeah, finally," Artie said. He made a face. "Even though I was grounded to the Tower, mum and dad kept having me go to their quarters for lectures and extra chores. They gave me extra assignments to do too."

"At least you were allowed to go to the Gryffindor Tower," Castor said sourly. "I wasn't for the whole week."

"Neither was I," Evan reminded him.

"That's because you three were dunderheads," Gavin said solemnly.

"Gavin!" Evan protested.

"That's what Sage said the other day!" Gavin defended himself.

Sage snickered and shrugged when the boys glared at her. "Well, you were."

"You sound like Selene," Castor sighed.

"You boys should listen to your sisters," Sage said knowingly.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Hey, let's go flying." He said excitedly. He missed flying.

"We can ask to borrow a Quaffle," Castor said, perking up.

"My Dad can get us some brooms to borrow," Artie said.

Ron had no problem lending the children a Quaffle and brooms and even went out to watch them play. He shouted out encouragement and suggestions, thinking that his son and Castor showed potential for playing on the Gryffindor team next year, if they tried out. Sage showed a lot of promise but it was obvious that she wasn't passionate about the game. "Good throw, Castor!" He clapped when the boy managed to get the Quaffle past both Artie and Evan, and through the hoop. "Definitely Chaser material."

"He's a natural, takes after his father."

Ron turned and rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping. Draco and Harry had walked up, grins on their faces.

Draco smirked as he watched the children laugh and chase each other on their brooms. "It's good to see him having fun," he murmured.

Harry nodded in agreement. "This past week has been horrible. I don't think Evan believed me when I told him that it was just as difficult for Hermione and I to punish him as it is for him to be punished. We hated seeing him miserable."

"I know," Ron sighed. "I kept wanting to let Artie off punishment, but Lavender wouldn't let me." He sighed. "It wouldn't have been right, it was better to stick to the punishment so that Artie hopefully learned but Merlin, it was difficult. I felt like the meanest dad ever."

"I think I win that award, according to Castor," Draco said, a sad note entering his voice.

Harry exchanged a look with Ron before looking back at Draco. "Don't worry about it, we all feel that way sometimes. Our kids will understand when they are older."

Draco slowly nodded, a smile on his face as Castor got the Quaffle past the other kids again. "You're right, he definitely would be a Chaser." He said proudly.

"And Evan obviously a Seeker," Ron said. "Sage has definite talent on the broom but I can tell she doesn't like it as much as the boys do. I think Artie could become a decent Keeper with some practice."

"Already planning for next years team," Harry teased.

Ron shrugged with a grin. "Well, sure. I always wished I had tried out my second year instead of waiting so long. I know Artie was jealous that Evan made the team."

"Evan doesn't feel like he made the team," Harry said with a frown. "He thinks it doesn't matter that he made reserve seeker. He sees it as a failure."

"He knows how rare if is for any first year to make the team, right?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I told him. I know my dad did too." Harry said. "He feels he needs to live up to my...adventures."

Ron frowned. "I got that feeling from Artie too."

"Wonderful," Draco sighed. "My son just had to become best friends with wannabe troublemakers."

"Hey, you were a troublemaker too!" Ron snapped, amusement in his eyes.

"I know I was," Draco said wryly. "And the three of us are doomed if our children follow suit."

HP

"I hope this was worth it," Theo Nott muttered as he surveyed the older witch sitting in his living room. "No offense, but you don't look like much." Helping to break the witch out of Azkaban had not been easy.

Bellatrix glared at him and wordlessly cast a Crucio at him. She smiled when he crumbled to the ground. It wasn't nearly as powerful as she used to be able to do but once she had recovered from her...ordeal, she would be back to full strength. She would get revenge on the two responsible for her master's death. Severus and Harry Snape would suffer, as would anyone else who got in her way. She would continue her master's work. She looked over at Lucius, who also looked old and haggard from his time at Azkaban. "Ready to woo my dear sister back into your heart?" She asked sarcastically.

Lucius snorted. "I'll give her and Draco a chance to beg for my forgiveness for abandoning me to that prison. Appearances, scandal... I can understand that. But if they don't fall in line..."

"Then they suffer as well," Bella finished. "Of course, you do need to meet your grandchildren."

Lucius scowled. "They better have been taught right." He muttered.

Theo, recovered from the Crucio, began laughing.

"What?" Lucius asked irritably.

"Oh dear me, you haven't heard," Theo gave him a mean smile. "While your granddaughter is a Slytherin, your grandson was sorted into Gryffindor."

Bella gasped and Lucius stood up, glaring at Nott. "You lie!"

"My son wrote me," Theo said smugly. "And what is even better, is while your grandson was put in Gryffindor, the Snape girl was sorted into Slytherin. And your Gryffindor grandson is friends with the Snape boy."

Lucius snarled. "That sorting hat must be damaged! No way would a grandchild of mine be a Gryffindor!"

"Do not get upset, Lucius," Bella said, her lip curling. "You can re-educate the boy and have him sorted again. Besides, if we get our way we will take over Hogwarts. Like our master wanted to do." She looked at Nott. "Do we have our special guest?"

Theo grinned. "Yes. Delores Umbridge was more than happy to help our cause."

"I thought she lost her in with the Ministry," Lucius frowned. "Wasn't she in Azkaban as well?"

"Not for long," Theo shrugged. "She had inside help and money counts for a lot. She's free and working behind the scenes." A knock on the door and Theo flicked his wand to open it. "Welcome, Delores."

"Hem Hem." Delores Umbridge smiled sweetly. "You must be so happy to be out of Azkaban. Horrible place. It was not easy to arrange your escape, but I did it for a reason. I want to run Hogwarts," She said bluntly. "There will be no muggle-born's allowed, of course. No strange, half-breeds either. And I want to make the Snapes suffer. I will help you if you help me."

"We all want the Snapes to suffer," Bella drawled. "But killing Harry and Severus is my right. They killed my master and they will pay dearly for it."

Delores gave a giggle. "I meant Harry Snape's wife, of course. And their children. Such plans I have for them." She said, a cruel look in her eyes.

"Them you can have," Lucius said shortly. "I will take over the ministry and take my grandchildren in hand. Especially the boy...what is his name?"

"Castor," Theo responded, a smirk on his face. "Castor the Gryffindor."

Lucius turned to Theo. "Do you want me to kill you?"

"You need me," Theo shot back. "My father was your friend and he believed in the dark lord's cause. I do as well and I am useful. So don't threaten me."

Lucius gave him a grim smile. "Let's just hope you don't lose your usefulness."

HP

Dumbledore was doing paperwork in his office when a missive came through his floo. He opened the parchment from the Ministry, his eyes darkening as he read it. Lucius and Bellatrix have escaped Azkaban. He sighed as he sent his Patronus to the Snapes and Malfoys. He didn't look forward to telling them that their enemies were out and likely planning on revenge. Of course, he would do what he could to keep them and their children safe but Lucius and Bellatrix had been the most loyal of Voldemort's followers. It would not do to underestimate them. "Here we go again," he said softly to Fawkes, who looked at him sadly.

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