Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related is the property of J.K. Rowling and anyone else who has claim to a piece of Harry's fame

Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, Aeyr's, and the Snapes being Slytherin's Heirs.  Nothing more, nothing less.

A/N: Had to back and fix this chapter as I noticed that in chapter 61 Sev TOLD Harry about the Snape's being Slytherins Heirs.  *hits self in the head with a frying pan*  So I rewrote it.  Harry is now asking about the Heirs instead of getting told he is one.

Chapter 66 **Morning News**

Harry woke the next morning to find himself lying in someplace warm.  For a second he thought he was in his bed in Gryffindor Tower then he noticed that Hermione was laying curled up against his side, her hair splayed across his chest.  Blinking, he looked around the room, which turned out to be in the dungeons, and saw his father sitting in a chair by the fire, reading.

Slowly he pulled himself out of the warm bed and swung his feet down to the floor.  As his bare feet touched the cold stone floor he bit back and involuntary yelp.  Sliding down, he padded softly across the floor over to his father and tapped his shoulder.

Severus jumped then saw Harry grinning at him.  He smiled and said, "Up are you?"

Harry nodded.  "Yep.  Have you been awake all night?"

"I slept a little.  I've been finding it hard to sleep for the last week or so."

Harry nodded slowly, knowing full well that he was the reason his father couldn't sleep.  His father was worried about him.

"You're worried about me."

Severus looked up at him and slowly nodded.  "Yes.  I'm worried I won't be able to protect you.  Lily would expect me to do anything to protect you."

Harry sat down in the chair opposite his father and said, "You have.  You were willing to die for me in Voldemort's dungeons."

"And you for me."

Green eyes met black and Harry said, "I was."

"So was Saerry."

"And Sirius."

Severus smiled and said, "Yes, Black was.  Almost as ready as me."

Harry grinned.

"You're two of a kind."

"Oh let's not go that far."

The two of them laughed for a moment then Harry asked, "So, what exactly does us being Slytherins Heirs imply?"

Severus frowned and Harry blanched.

"Now I know its something bad."

"I didn't saw that."

"You didn't have to."

Severus snorted.  "Pushy."

"C'mon, just tell me a little about the Heirs,"

Severus sighed.

"Alright, alright.  It turns out that all the Headmasters of Hogwarts have kept a record of the Founders Heirs.  Pott – James was Gryffindors Heir."

Harry nodded.  "Which is why Voldemort killed him and mum."

"Yes."

"So, I'm completely Slytherin?"

Severus shook his head and said, "Only partly.  It turns out that Lily was also of Gryffindor descent."

"But everyone's told me that she was Muggleborn."  Harry looked shocked.  "You're telling me my aunt has Gryffindor blood?"

"Yes.  There was a line of Gryffindor that suddenly faded out.  They thought all the children of that line were Squibs."

"But they weren't."

"Exactly."

"Why?  What happened?"

Severus shrugged.  "No one knows.  Albus has only told me this.  I actually wasn't supposed to tell you but I thought you should know."

Harry nodded slowly and said, "So, I'm Slytherin and Gryffindors Heir?"

"The last direct descendant to Gryffindor and of the three to Slytherin."

"Anything else?"

Severus frowned then said, "Ah, you'll need extra training.  You're quite powerful, Harry."

"I know.  Ability to do wandless magic right?  Like I did to Voldemort?"

"Yes."

There was silence for a moment until Harry asked, "So why did I pull Gryffindors sword from the Sorting Hat instead of Slytherins?"

Severus' eyebrows arched.

"Beg pardon?"

"Second year in the Chamber of Secrets.  Fawkes flew in there and dripped the Sorting Hat on my head.  I reached in and pulled out Gryffindors sword.  Why it instead of Slytherins?"

Severus blinked several times then replied, "Perhaps because you are a Gryffindor.  You may have Slytherin traits and blood but you're a Gryffindor at heart."

Harry smiled slightly.  "You think?"

Severus reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder.  "I know," was what he said, looking straight into Harry's eyes as he did.

"Thanks dad."

"You're welcome Harry."

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, listening to Hermione mumbled something in her sleep about the O.W.L.S.  Then Harry smiled mischievously and asked, "What do you think Saerry and Professor Lupin are up to?"

Severus moaned and put his head in his hands.  He mumbled, "I don't even want to know."

"Yea.  Riiight."

Severus looked up, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

"Oh, so you don't believe me?"

"Not for a second."

"And why is that?"

"Because I know how much you love Saerry and how much you don't want to be related to one of the Marauder's.

Severus dropped his head into his hands again.

"Don't remind me."

Harry grinned.  "Well, it could be worse."

Severus looked up at him, arching one eyebrow.  "How so?"

"Saerry could be in love with Sirius."

"Merlin, I don't even want to think about that."

"Too late."

"You are an evil-minded little child."

"Hmmm, Saerry Black.  Sounds nice."

A dark green pillow suddenly appeared and threw itself in Harry's face.  He gaped at his father, who was grinning at him.

Severus chuckled and said, "Wandless magic is quite handy."

The pillow suddenly hit him in the face and Harry grinned.

"I prefer the old fashioned way.  Throw the pillow."

Severus glared mockingly at him then threw the pillow back at Harry, conjuring another a second later.  Harry caught the pillow deftly and grinned.

"Ready?"

"Your going down, short man."

"I am not short!"

"Compared to me you are."

"I'm almost as tall as Saerry!"

"Who, I may remind you, is a full three inches shorter than me.  Which makes you four, short man."

"Oh be quiet you – you – tall guy!"

"That's your comeback?  Sweet Merlin, Harry, who taught you wisecracks?"

"Malfoy."

"Sweet Merlin."

"We have established that fact."

"Okay, I'm going to hit you with the pillow."

"Suuuuure."

"I will."

"No you won't."

"Ten, nine, eight . . . ."

"You wouldn't dare."

". . . seven, six, five, four . . . ."

"Yea right."

". . . . three, two . . ."

"HIT ME ALREADY!"

Severus swung the pillow and smacked Harry right in the face with it.  Harry blinked then snarled, "Okay,  YOU ARE GOING DOWN!"

What ensued was a furious pillow fight that ended in the two of them sprawled on the floor with feathers spiraling down around them and getting caught in their hair.  Hermione happened to wake up during all this and asked, "What's going on?"

Severus and Harry simply looked at each other and burst out laughing, ignoring Hermione's racious cries of what was going on.