Chapter 2: Home on the Range

In its place was a remarkably beautiful woman in her late 30's with long red hair and silver eyes. She was dressed in black leather with the exception of her wizarding robe, which was a deep emerald green with silver lining.

"Hello Harry. How are you?"

"I'm fine. So you are..." Harry said, a loss for words.

"Drusilla Dumbledore-Snape," She replied with a sweeping bow. " I'm supposed to take you home."

"Oh okay, hold on."

Harry wrote a short note to the Dursleys telling them where he was going. He then started packing his trunk with his school supplies and miscellaneous things he found scattered a bout the room.

Once he reached Hedwig's cage, he turned to Drusilla and asked " What about Hedwig, my owl?"

"If she is a good, reliable owl you should have nothing to worry about. She should follow your scent." she replied placidly

"Really? I never knew that."

" All the things your could learn from living with a witch. Are you ready?"

Harry smiled and said. "Yes. How are we getting there?"

"Apparation," Drusilla said grabbing his packed trunk. "You do know what apparation is don't you?"

"Yeah, it's like apparating and disapparating, right?" he replied.

"Yes. Good. I thought I was going to have to explain that." She answered. "Now take my hand."

Harry felt the world around him twist and turned as it faded away. It then reappeared but in a different place. The new room around him was filled with all sorts of strange objects of different shapes and sizes. Colors and textures. Magical and non-magical as well. The first thing he recognized was the man sitting in front of the fireplace. It was Snape, his potions professor at Hogwarts. Harry turned to Drusilla and whispered, "Your actually married to him?" in a sort of unbelieving voice as if Snape had lied in his letter.

"Yes. She is Potter. Whether or not you'd like to believe it." Snape said standing up and advancing forward.

He didn't look like the Snape that was the mean, greasy- haired, hooked- nose professor at Hogwarts that Harry had seen and got to know. But he looked more comfortable, clean, and...happy. ' Him? Happy? Yeah right I must be imagining things.' Harry thought as he noticed the smile playing on Snape's lips.

"Daddy!!!! 'Sander's chasing me again!!!!" a little voice yelled from the other end of the corridor.

Snape walked to the nearest door and opened it. A little boy about the age of three ran through followed by what looked his brother with a wand in his hands. The little boy ran around the two chairs surrounding the fireplace and then under the desk chair. Around Drusilla who turned and then halted to a stop in front of their father, Snape, when he yelled, "Stop running around the room! And Lysander, GIVE ME THAT BLOODY WAND!!!!!"

"Yes daddy." He said meekly handing over the wand.

"Now I want you both go back to your room and wait for me to get there." Snape said as he pointed to the door.

"Yes daddy." they answered and left.

"Sorry you had to see that. I'll show you to your room."

"Severus are we still..." Drusilla said before they left.

"Yes if you still want too." Drusilla let out a squeal of excitement and went through the door opposite them.