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Chapter 65 **New Wands and Quidditch Matches**
The next morning Severus made his way down to the hospital wing. Remus was already there, waiting. He smiled as Severus came in and said, "Good morning." Severus glared at him and growled out something that sounded like, "Good morning my ass you furry bastard who's decided to jump into my sisters pants." Remus blinked then gave him an amused look.
"Still testy over me and Saer?"
Severus growled in return and fixed him with a cold glare.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Severus scowled and Remus whistled innocently. Both of them knew full well that Severus despised the thought of being connected to the last remaining (and non-evil) Marauder's. They also knew that Saerry would have his hide if he did anything to Remus.
Draco suddenly appeared out from behind a curtain, dressed in a pair of his school robes and a black cloak pinned with a silver clasp in the shape of a serpent. The cloak fell over his right shoulder and partially hid the Slytherin badge that was there. He looked nervously at the two men and said softly, "I'm ready."
Severus nodded gruffly, still teed off at Remus, and Remus pulled a pocketwatch out of his robes. The Potions Master sneered at the object. He had grown tired of seeing pocketwatches.
Remus noticed his sneer but ignored it, holding the object out to them. Severus, still sneering, touched the watch as if it were a serpent coiled to strike. Draco reached out tentatively and touched it with two pale fingers. A moment later they felt a pull behind their navels and then they were gone.
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Draco staggered as they reappeared and would have fallen had Severus not clamped a hand on his shoulder. Remus tucked the watch into his robes then stepped out of the shadowy spot they had appeared in. He frowned at their surroundings then looked at Severus.
"I thought you said you'd linked this to the alley."
Severus gave him a half-smile and replied, "I did."
Remus growled, "I meant Diagon alley, not Knockturn Alley."
Severus shrugged and smiled smugly. "But Knockturn Alley is so much closer to my heart."
Remus snorted and growled, "And now with the sarcasm."
"Your too good for sarcasm, Lupin."
"So are you, Severus."
"Oh, using my name now are you?"
"Well we are going to be brothers soon enough aren't we?"
"Which is not something I'm jumping up and down in delight for."
"How does she put up with you?"
"Saer?"
"Who else?"
"She's my sister. She's forced to put up with me."
"Oh ha ha."
"Well, we're even on this score, Lupin."
Remus arched an eyebrow.
"How's that?"
Severus smiled smugly again and replied, "I don't see how she puts up with you."
"Humorous, Severus. Very humorous. You should be a comedian."
"I leave it to Black to make an idiot of himself."
"And he does that quite well without your help. Though you can only seem to do it with his help." Remus chuckled softly then pulled up his sleeve to look at a Muggle watch.
"Okay, we're got an hour before the match starts to get Draco's wand, so we'd better hurry."
He turned quickly and headed towards the large white building at the end of the street that was Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Severus grumbled something about pushy werewolves then led Draco out of the alley, his hand still resting on the teen's shoulder.
A few minutes later they were stepping through the door into Ollivander's. The strange silver-eyed man walked out of a backroom as they came in.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Come to try another wand?"
Draco nodded and Mr. Ollivander's silver eyes turned to the two adults behind him.
"Remus Lupin. It has been long since I have seen you. Oak, a little bendy, unicorn hair, I believe."
Remus nodded. "You have an excellent memory, Mr. Ollivander."
Mr. Ollivander waved a hand dismissively then turned to Severus and said, "Ah, Severus Snape. Holly, dragon heartstring, quite stiff; if I don't mistake myself. You keep it in good condition?"
"Best as I may," replied Severus gruffly.
"Ah. Well, come now Mr. Malfoy. I expect you're eager to get back to your studies. Now, stand here and let me get your measurements."
Draco moved forward and watched as Ollivander's tape measure measured on its own while the old man shuffled through boxes of wands.
"Enough!"
The tape measure rattled to the floor and Mr. Ollivander thrust a box into Draco's hands.
"Redwood, phoenix feather, rather bendy. Also a bit volatile."
Draco took the wand and waved it. Mr. Ollivander snatched it back a second later and handed him another one.
"Oak, unicorn hair, bit crooked."
Draco barely touched the wand before the old man grabbed it back.
A little over a half-hour and a some-odd fifty wands later, Draco found his new wand.
Mr. Ollivander opened a box and held it out to him, saying, "Willow, phoenix feather, a bit springy."
Draco waved the wand and green and silver sparks shot out.
"Very good, Mr. Malfoy, very good. Shall I wrap that for you?"
Remus looked at his watch again for the twentieth time during the half-hour and said, "No thank you, Mr. Ollivander. We have to be getting back to Hogwarts."
Mr. Ollivander nodded. "I see. Well, off with you then." With that the old man vanished into the back room again. Severus led Draco out of the store and Remus followed them.
Just as they turned into Knockturn Alley they came face to face with one of the last people any of them wanted to see.
Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius' gray eyes widened for a moment then narrowed. He sneered and spat, "Severus."
Severus' eyes narrowed in response. He growled, "Lucius. Would you mind? We really must be getting back to Hogwarts."
Lucius sneered again and looked at Remus, completely ignoring Severus' words. He reached up and ran his finger over a long puckered scar that ran from the bottom of his right ear to halfway down his jaw.
"Enjoy your handiwork, werewolf?"
Remus affected a calm look and replied, "I have no idea as to what you're talking about, Lucius."
Lucius snarled, "Always lying. Werewolves are well known for their lies you know."
Remus' eyes flashed angrily and he ground his teeth together. He didn't mind the insult but as Saerry was also a werewolf and he was in love with her, he was ready to rip Lucius' throat out for saying it.
Severus suddenly grabbed Lucius' shoulder and snapped, "Back off Lucius. We have no quarrel with you anymore."
Lucius flung his hand away and snapped back, "But I have a quarrel with you." His gray eyes moved to Draco, who instinctively took a step back from his father and collided with Severus. Severus clamped his hands on Draco's shoulders and said clearly, "You have no quarrel with us Lucius. And you have no claim on Draco."
"He is my son."
"A fact that you have been ignoring since he was born. I well know how you have treated Draco over the years, Lucius. After all, I have seen you beat him before." Severus narrowed his eyes and continued, "I was foolish enough to pass it off then. Not anymore."
Lucius snarled, "That boy has blinded you, Severus. The way you are going will only bring you death."
"That boy, as you call him, is my son. And I have been going this way for a long time now."
"You were going both ways fifteen years ago."
Severus' eyes flashed dangerously and he spat, "That was before my home was burnt to the ground before me, my parents lying dead in its halls." He took a step closer to Lucius and whispered, in that low dangerous voice that he only used when he was really angry, "Were you there Lucius? Were you one of the few who raided Snape Manor and killed my parents, who had always considered you their second son?"
Lucius snarled, "As if I would tell you that."
"I knew you wouldn't. But if I find out you were there, I swear upon the ruins that were – are – my parents graves that I will make you suffer dearly for what you did."
With that he plowed past Lucius, pushing Draco in front of him. Remus glared at Lucius for a split second then followed them. They walked in silence down the alley until they came to the spot where they had appeared. Remus held out the pocketwatch to them and they touched it. A moment later they were gone.
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A few minutes later the three of them were heading out of the now empty school to the Quidditch pitch. Once there they headed over to the Slytherin side. Draco was surprised that Remus was following them until he saw Saerry waving at them from the front row, four empty spaces around her. As they moved towards her several students cried out to him and Severus then looked askance at Remus.
Soon enough they were at the first row and Saerry came running down it and leapt into Remus' arms, kissing the surprised werewolf on the cheek. Murmurs went up from the other students as the relationship between the Defense teacher and the Potions Masters sister came to light. Severus silenced them with a glare then ushered Remus and Saerry to their seats, dragging Draco behind him. As soon as they were seated (Severus and Draco beside each other while Saerry had insisted on sitting in Remus' lap) they heard Lee Jordan begin to announce the teams.
"Now, the Gryffindor team! Said to be one of the best teams Gryffindor's had in a hundred years, here they are: Johnson, Bell, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, and Po – Snape!"
The Gryffindor team came onto the field in their scarlet robes with the Slytherins booing drowned out by the Gryffindors cheers.
Lee said, "And now, those cheating . . ."
McGonagall broke in from behind him. "Jordan!"
"Okay. And now, those slimy . . ."
"JORDAN!"
"Alright, alright. And now, the Slytherin team! Flint, Montague, Derrick, Bole, Warrington, Adicks, and stepping in for Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini!"
(a/n: I just used the team from PoA. If they've graduated, well ruddy heck to them. I also added in the Keeper's name, as it doesn't mention his name in the blasted book. And now, back to the story . . . .)
Now the Gryffindors booed while the Slytherins cheered. Draco looked down at the field and saw Harry astride his Firebolt shaking his head sadly at the two crowds in the stands. He idly wondered why he was shaking his head at them. As Marcus Flint and Angelina Johnson moved forward to shake hands Draco's attention returned to the game.
Madam Hooch's whistle blew shrilly and the two teams leapt into the air as the balls were released. Lee instantly began to commentate.
"And Johnson takes the Quaffle – go Angelina! – Bole knocks a Bludger at her but she dodges – oh, FOUL, FOUL, YOU RUDDY S-"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry professor. And it's a penalty to Gryffindor!"
Angelina recovered quickly from Flint running her down and took the penalty shot.
Lee jumped up, yelling, "And she scores! Ten-zero to Gryffindor!"
The Slytherins booed as Angelina tossed Katie the Quaffle and the other girl shot down the field while it.
"And Bell has the Quaffle – she shoots down the field – Katie there's a Bludger! – skillfully dodges the Bludger aimed at her by Derrick and SCORES! Twenty-zero Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor side cheered and Remus and Saerry yelled woozily, causing the Slytherins there were close to glare at them.
"And now Montague has the Quaffle – he's down the field, dodging Spinnet and going straight for the Gryffindor goal! – the new Keeper this year is Ron Weasley, younger brother to Gryffindor's superb Beaters, Fred and George Weasley – and now here comes Montague, Bell and Spinnet right on his tail – let's see is Ron as a good a Keeper as I'm heard – Montague shoots – AND IT'S SAVED!"
The Gryffindor stands exploded and Harry flew by Ron, giving his friend a thumbs-up as he passed.
"Oh, was that the Snitch?"
Harry looked around the field and saw Blaise Zabini shooting across the field. The Snitch was hovering a few feet about the ground near the Slytherin goals. Harry kicked the Firebolt forward and lay low to the handle as he shot forward.
"And there goes Harry! But Zabini's a good bit in front of him – I don't think he's going to catch her!"
From the stands, Draco watched as Blaise reached out a hand as she got closer to the hovering Snitch. Ten feet, eight feet, five, three . . . .
"Merlin!"
Just before Blaise could grab it, the Snitch shot off. Harry swerved after it while Blaise was not so lucky. She crashed into the ground and rolled. There was a sickening crack as she hit the ground.
Harry whirled back around and flew down to her. From far off he heard Fred yell, "Oi! Harry, what are you doing?!" but he ignored it. He dropped to the ground and knelt down by Blaise.
"Hey? Hey, you okay?"
Blaise opened her eyes and said, "What's it matter to you?"
Harry replied, "I'm just trying to help."
"Well sod off. Slytherin's don't need help." She tried to sit up but fell back as pain shot through her leg, which was broken.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yea, Slytherins don't need help. You are the almighty House and rule the school."
Blaise smiled slightly and muttered, "Only in our dreams."
"Exactly. You do know that the House rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin is extremely stupid don't you?"
"Yes."
"Merlin, I think you just agreed with me."
"Don't push your luck on me doing it again, Potter."
"For God's sake its Snape. Jeez, I try to change my name and you people walk all over me. What's wrong? Not happy to see the Wonder Boy turn out to be the son of your Head of House, who most of the students in the school consider a plague on Earth?"
Blaise shrugged and Harry chuckled.
"I guess not. By the way, want that leg fixed?"
"If I can trust you not to de-bone it."
"Oh, I won't. Hurts too much to grow them back. I was actually thinking of turning it into a chicken leg."
"You sound like Draco."
"Ah, I know. I get my sense of humor from my father. And of course Saerry. She's a bit twisted you know."
"Alright, enough joking. Fix my damned leg so we can get back to the game as it doesn't look like Madam Pomfrey is going to be here anytime soon and it looks a bit weird us two sitting here bickering."
"Okay, okay. Don't shove your broomstick up your ass."
Blaise snorted and Harry pulled out his wand. Just before he could perform a healing charm on her leg, Flint tackled him out of nowhere. The two boys rolled and Flint, the bigger of the two, ended up on top. He grabbed the front of Harry's robes and snarled, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter?"
Harry heard the angry roar of the Gryffindor crowd in his ears but he ignored it and growled, "Its Snape, for Merlin's sake. And I'm trying to fix Blaise's leg so we can finish this game."
Flint spat, "Well, sod off. We Slytherins can take care of our own. We don't need any of you golden Gryffindors help us."
Harry rolled his eyes. "What does it matter?"
"Huh?"
"What the hell does it matter if we're Gryffindors and Slytherins? What's the whole damned point to this rivalry between our Houses? A few hundred years of rivalry and our House's should get along, shouldn't they?"
Flint frowned down at Harry then shook his head.
"We're still Slytherins and you're still Gryffindors."
"So?"
"So?"
"Yea. So what? Who cares?"
"Everyone."
"I'm sure you'll find that most of our two House's despise the rivalry and wish we could be friends."
Flint snorted. "As if that'll happen."
Harry frowned, wanting to punch the larger, older boy in the head to knock some sense into him. He spat, "It won't if we keep going at each others throats. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be a nice guy, not a Gryffindor, but a nice guy and heal Blaise's leg as its taking Madam Pomfrey about two centuries to get over here and by the time she does our grandchildren will have had grandchildren."
Flint didn't smile at the joke but Harry could tell he wanted to. After a moment the larger boy got up off of him and walked over to his broom, which was hovering a few feet away. He mounted it, glared once at Harry over his shoulder, then kicked off. The rest of the Slytherin team surrounded him as soon as he was back in the air and Harry sighed. He walked quickly over to Blaise and tapped her leg, muttering the healing charm under his breath. About two minutes later he was helping the girl to her feet and handing her her Nimbus 2001.
As he turned and picked up his Firebolt he heard her softly say, "Thanks . . . . Harry."
Harry grinned and watched as she kicked off. He mounted his Firebolt and kicked off from the ground as well. There were cheers from both crowds as they got back into the air.
Over the magical microphone Lee joyfully said, "And the Seekers have finally decided to get back in the game! There goes the Quaffle – Spinnet has the Quaffle and she's going straight for the Slytherin goal – duck Alicia! – and she scores! Thirty-zero to Gryffindor! Ah! There goes the Snitch again! Let's hope Zabini can stay on her broom his time. And now Slytherin had the Quaffle – its Montague going down the field – WHERE'S THE GRYFFINDOR KEEPER? – oh, FOUL! FOUL YOU B-"
McGonagall and Lee found briefly over the microphone as the two Slytherin Beaters pelted both Bludger's at Ron. Ron rolled, avoiding the first but got hit by the second in his stomach. Winded, he rolled over on the broom and hung limply from it.
"Ron!"
Fred and George glowered at Bole and Derricks, the two Slytherin Beaters, and talked quickly to each other in low voices before zipping off after the Bludger's.
Meanwhile Madam Hooch was blowing her whistle shrilly and yelling, "Penalty to Gryffindor for deliberate damage to their Keeper!"
Lee finally got control of the microphone back and breath, "Alright professor, alright. And now a penalty to Gryffindor. There goes Bell to take it."
Katie zoomed down the field towards the Slytherin Keeper, Adicks. She threw the Quaffle expertly towards the goal and . . .
"Adicks saves it! And the Quaffle goes to Warrington – there goes Harry again! Merlin, look at him fly! And there goes Zabini right after him. But where's the Snitch? – oh, Warrington passes to Montague – Slytherin scores! Thirty-ten Gryffindor! Now Flint has the Quaffle – ouch, that's going to hurt in the morning. . ."
Fred and George had sent both Bludger's careening across the field. One hit Bole and sent him rolling over, winded, and the other smacked straight into Derrick's face, spinning him around like a top.
"Foul! Two penalties to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Beaters!"
Fred and George cursed and began to chase after the Bludger's again.
Across the field Harry looked back to see Blaise tailing him. He put on a burst of speed and followed the Snitch, which was waving around just a few feet in front of him. There! Harry lunged out and felt the wings flap against his hand then vanish. Cursing, he wheeled around and short after the Snitch, which had changed directions and was now heading straight for Flint, who was lining up to take the first penalty shot.
Harry blew past him, causing Flint to drop the Quaffle in surprise. He heard him cursing fluently after him but all Harry was focused on was the Snitch. Taking both hands off the broom, he lay flat along the handle and stretched out both hands towards the Snitch.
"And he blocks! Ron Weasley is a regular Oliver Wood!"
Harry felt the Snitch's wings flapping flimsily against his hands. He slid back onto his broom and waved his fist, the Snitch clutched tightly in it. A second later the Gryffindors stands exploded and Lee yelled, "He got it! He got the Snitch! A very spectacular catch by the Gryffindor Seeker! Gryffindor wins, one hundred eighty-ten!"
Harry grinned then was nearly bowled over as Ron plowed into him.
"We won! My first match and we won!"
There were two thumps as Fred and George ran into them.
Fred yelled, "Awesome catch Harry!"
George laughed and crowed, "One of the best!" He then said bewilderedly, "Oi, who's that cheering on the Slytherin side?"
"Professor Lupin?"
Harry and Ron turned to look and indeed there was Professor Lupin standing there in the front row, waving at them and grinning broadly. Saerry was jumping up and down happily beside him. Harry could hear her happy squeals of joy. Beside them Draco and his father sat, looking askance at the two.
Severus suddenly turned and saw Harry looked towards them and smiled, waving.
Harry waved back, grinning.
Fred suddenly yelled, "Party in the common room!" and shot off towards the ground with George and the rest of the Gryffindor team (minus Harry and Ron) right behind him. Harry and Ron followed slower.
"Harry, why's Professor Lupin on the Slytherin side."
Harry replied, "Well, don't tell anyone, but him and Saerry are together now."
"WHAT?!"
Several people looked up at him and Harry growled, "Don't yell, Ron. Sheesh."
Ron frowned. He shook his head and muttered, "Professor Lupin and Saerry? I didn't see that one coming."
"Well they are both werewolves."
"WHAT?"
"Jeez Ron, you'd think Hermione had just told us she was doing to marry Draco."
"She's not is she?" Ron blinked then narrowed his eyes at Harry. "And since when have you started calling Malfoy Draco?"
"In answer to the first question, no. And as to the second, he saved my life."
"Malfoy?"
Harry nodded. "Yea. I'll tell you and Herm about it later." He grimaced at added, "Some of it at least."
Ron nodded then the two of them were nearly bowled over by Hermione as they landed. She pulled them both down to hug them about the neck then kissed Harry on the cheek. Harry turned very red while Ron gave the two of them what looked like a half glower, half amazement then gruffly muttered something about the common room and marched off.
Harry looked down at Hermione and asked, "You did tell him about us didn't you?"
Hermione flushed slightly and averted her eyes. "Well . . ."
"Herm!"
"Well, I thought he'd take it the wrong way." Hermione smiled sheepishly and Harry slapped the heel of his hand against his forehead.
A second later he was enveloped in a bear hug and looked up to see Saerry's grinning face. She hugged him tightly and cried, "That was spectacular Harry! Spectacular!"
Harry grinned and latched a hand onto her wrist, trying to pull it away from his neck. "Thanks Saerry. Can I breathe now?"
Hermione giggled as Saerry smiled sheepishly and released Harry. Harry staggered a bit then righted himself as Hermione wrapped an arm about his waist. He smiled thankfully at her and wrapped an arm about her shoulders, the other holding his Firebolt. Suddenly Remus appeared out of nowhere and wrapped an arm protectively about Saerry's shoulders. He grinned at Harry and said, "Good game Harry."
Harry grinned back at him while Hermione blinked at him and Saerry.
"Thanks professor."
A hand suddenly fell on Harry's shoulder and he looked up to see his father standing there, a smile on his face. He said, "I almost cheered when you caught the Snitch but I couldn't do that in front of my Slytherins."
Saerry reached out and punched his shoulder."
"Sure you could have Sev. I did."
"You're not Head of Slytherin House." Severus smiled down at Harry and continued, "My students have grown a little wary of me since they found out you were my son. Though I will be cheering at the next game. Versus Hufflepuff isn't it?"
Harry nodded and noticed Hermione gaping at Severus. He poked her in the ribs and grinned when she glared at him
"Expecting him to grow two heads, Herm?"
Hermione shook her head and replied, "Nonsense."
Harry laughed then noticed Draco standing off to the side of their small group. The blond-hair boy was looking sullenly at them but Harry could see a bit of longing in his gray eyes. He then realized that he now had something Draco didn't.
A family.
Remus suddenly said, "How about we celebrate on our own? I'm certain the Gryffindor party is going to be a bit too rowdy."
Saerry chuckled and leaned into his side. "Sounds like a wonderful idea Remus. Shall we have our own little party afterwards?"
Remus blinked then slowly smiled, nodding. Neither of them paid attention to Severus glaring at them.
Harry looked at them amusedly then turned to Draco. "Hey Ma – Draco, you want to join us?"
Draco blinked and looked at him in bewilderment.
"Me?"
"Yea. C'mon, it'll be fun."
Hermione blinked at him but Remus, Saerry, and Severus nodded encouragingly to Draco. Only they knew what Draco had tried to do for Harry and how much he had been through.
The pale boy shook his head and mumbled, "No, no, I'd be intruding."
Severus walked over to him and reassuringly patted his shoulder.
"You wouldn't be intruding, Draco."
Harry nodded and said, "Yea." Hermione frowned at him and he leaned down to whisper "I'll tell you later" in her ear. She nodded her head then looked back at Draco, who sighed.
"Alright. I'll come. But not for long."
Saerry cheered and yelled woozily, "That's the spirit!"
Draco blinked at the werewolf then nodded vaguely as Severus whispered something in his ear.
A few moments later they were walking off the now empty Quidditch pitch, retreating to the silence of the Potions classroom. Two house-elves brought down several trays of food for them and the party began. Draco never left and instead found himself in a heated discussion with Harry about Quidditch after the both of them had a few too many butterbeers. Remus and Saerry crept off somewhere during all this, no one noticing they were gone as Severus and Hermione were laughing at Harry and Draco.
The small party lasted on into the morning until Draco finally dragged himself off to the Slytherin dorms with Severus' help. When Severus returned he found Harry asleep in his chair, Hermione sitting in the chair beside his, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He smiled at the two of them then moved them to his chambers in the dungeons. As soon as they were settled comfortably in his bed, still asleep, he went over to the fire, opened a book as he was not tired and red, occasionally looking up to smile at his son's sleeping form and that of Hermione's.
A/N: Merlin, that ended up being longer they I expected it to be. Just over 11 pages. Big wow. Very big wow. Now on to chapter 66! Harry finds out he's ole Salazar's Heir. Ain't that joyful news? ^^