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It was the weekend right after the famed Hogsmeade weekend. Gryffindors were milling around in the Gryffindor common room. Rene was slumped in a chair, chatting with Ron Weasley about the Chudley Cannons, and waving around a pendant. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were bent over their Arithmancy homework at the table in the center of the room. Fred, George, and Chloe were all sitting on the couch, thinking up another escapade.
"How about we set off dungbombs in the Slytherin Common Room?" Chloe asked, her eyes brightening up. Fred shook his head. Chloe frowned, thinking of yet another plan.
"Perfect! I have got a jolly good idea!" George whispered loudly, leaning to Fred, indicating Chloe should move closer. The three of them formed a secretive circle, and whispered in low tones, discussing their upcoming escapade. Their eyes twinkled, cheeks flushed, and their mouths widened into mischievous grins.
Rene looked up from his conversation to find his half sister standing next to Ron with the Weasley twins.
"Whaddya want, Chloe?" Rene asked, eyes narrowed, not liking Chloe's expression and the twins' smiles. "Something going on that I shouldn't know about?"
"Err. Do you have your Quidditch uniform yet?"
"Yeah." Rene said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "What about it?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow your broom and your uniform."
"No way, Chloe." Rene said, poking the Pendant in Chloe's chest. Chloe narrowed her eyes, leaned to Rene, and whispered just loud enough for Ron and the twins to hear.
"Fine, then I will tell Father what you did last night in his office."
"Fine. Only for tomorrow." Rene said, snarling. "How did you know?"
"We have the same mother." Chloe said, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah. Too bad we can't have both of them as a father."
"Only half." Rene said, shrugging. Ron frowned in puzzlement.
"What are you talking about, Rene?" Ron asked. Rene frowned and sighed, leaning to Ron.
"Promise you won't tell anyone at all? Not even Harry or Hermione?"
"Uh, I promise." Ron said, leaning to Rene, eager to hear his secret. Rene shooed away the twins and Chloe, muttering to Chloe not to get in trouble this time. "Well, what is it?"
"Ah, well. Chloe and I don't have the same father."
"So?" Ron said, shrugging. "What's the big secret about that?"
"Well, Chloe's Papa is Lupin. We call my father 'Father' because he hasn't been in our lives until now. We call Lupin Papa; he raised us when we were living in France."
"..Oh... Well.. Interesting." Ron muttered, raising his eyebrows. "I never knew Lupin had any kids."
"Well, now you know." Rene whispered hastily, as Hermione Granger and Harry Potter approached him and Ron. "Hey, Harry, let's go to the Quidditch field and have some practice, huh?"
"Sure, Rene. Let's go." Harry said, grabbing his firebolt from the floor in front of the fireplace and racing Rene out of the common room.
While the boys were practicing their Quidditch, Chloe and the Weasley twins were making their way to the Quidditch field, carrying brooms, books, and wands. George Weasley put down the brooms, while Chloe took out a small bottle of clear liquid.
"All right, now I will say the incantation while you pour out the veritaserum on the bleachers, all right?" Fred said, as George held a wand high in the sky. "George, you ready?"
"Ready." George said, with a wide grin on his face. "This oughta be good." George added as Fred began the incantation.
"Mischief Begins!" Fred shouted out, as Chloe poured out all of the veritaserum on the bleachers and George's wand sent out violent bursts of lightning on a goalpost. "This should tie it all up--" Fred said as a green mist vaporized from his wand and covered the entire Quidditch field.
Rene and Harry both fell off their brooms, coughing. Rene shot a dark glare at Chloe as she and the twins scurried away into the bushes, laughing about the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Slytherin the next morning. Rene glanced at Harry, asking if he was okay. Harry nodded, frowning.
"What was that?" Harry asked. Rene shrugged, and the two boys returned to practicing their Quidditch moves, preparing for the big match against Slytherin the next morning. No one was prepared for what occurred the upcoming morning. especially a certain Professor.
"What?! Are you telling me I have bleachers duty this morning, busting up sexual activities among students under the bleachers, with Anna, of all people?!" Snape roared at tiny Flitwick, who was cowering in the corner of the Staff room. Flitwick blubbered out a tinny 'yes' while bolting from the room, crashing into Anna and Lupin, who were just entering the room.
"Severus, what did you do to poor Frank?" Lupin asked, raising an eyebrow, his smile fading.
"He just told me that we have bleachers duty, Anna." Snape said, arching an eyebrow. "You know what that means-I miss my House's match, and I miss watching Rene and Ari play against each other."
"I can video record the game for you, Anna. It would be no problem, especially since I am refereeing the match." Lupin said, as he swished his wand and a cup of coffee appeared. "Mm. delicious. I really do magic up a good brew."
"Shut your mouth, Lupin." Snape muttered. Anna turned and shot Snape a dark look. Snape raised an eyebrow in defiance as Anna's lips pursed in anger. "Sorry, Lupin." Snape muttered as he put his hair back in a ponytail, and grabbed his wand.
"Should I?" Anna asked, glancing quickly at Lupin, who nodded, winking at Anna and shooting her a thumb up. "I'll see you later, Rem."
"Later, Ann." Lupin called out, as Anna disappeared through the door to the hallway, where Snape had stalked off to. Lupin smiled and shook his head to himself, as he finished his coffee and headed off to the Quidditch field. Deep down inside himself, Lupin knew that Dumbledore had intended to put Snape and Anna on bleachers duty, but why? As the bleachers filled up rapidly, Lupin strode out on the field, with his Nimbus two thousand under his arm. Lupin suddenly felt something strange in the air, in the field..
Snape and Anna were walking around under the bleachers, zapping apart students who had snuck down to further their knowledge of the opposite sex. "Fifty points from Hufflepuff, Stebbins! You too, Yates!" Snape shouted out, as he zapped apart a pair of fourth-year hufflepuffs.
"Severus, whatever did I do? I know you are angry at me specifically. I can read it in your face." Anna said, raising an eyebrow and lighting up a cigarette. "A hundred points from Slytherin, William! You too, Lynn!" Anna called out, zapping apart a seventh-year Gryffindor girl and Slytherin boy. "Put on your jeans, William-Lynn, don't forget your blanket."
"Thanks, Anna." Lynn called out, as she grabbed her blanket and followed William out of the bleachers.
"You know the students on a first name basis now?"
"They need it. It makes them feel more equal to the Professors." Anna said, exhaling a lungful of smoke. Snape huffed sharply, as Anna handed him a cigarette. They walked around the bleachers twice, smoking quietly. "Sevi, can you tell me at least, why you are angry?"
"You had quite the snogging on the train with Lupin, on the way here." Snape spat out as he zapped apart a cluster of weeds. Anna's lips spread in a slight smile of amusement.
"We didn't go that far, Severus. Anyway, it was just a heat of the moment thing. Just like when Rene and Ari were born, in the Slytherin common room- "
"Don't start!" Snape said, turning to face Anna. "I know you belong to him- "
"I don't belong to anyone, Severus. You of all people should know that." Anna declared in anger, her soft mouth turning down in anger. Snape raised an eyebrow and stalked up to Anna. They were inches apart, and shouting at each other in French.
"Enfermer, Severus!" Anna shouted, yelling at Snape to shut up in French. "I never cared about Remus; I only wanted to get back at you for leaving me, Rene, and Ari all those years ago!" Anna yelled, sobbing, falling against Snape in exhausted anger.
"Is that the truth?" Snape asked dryly. Anna looked up at Snape with her Evans - green eyes, and nodded, sniffling. Snape's eyebrow arched in ironic surprise "So I see."
"I'm so sorry, Sevi. Pardon." Anna whispered in French, turning up her face to Snape's.
"Shush, Anna. Shush. It's going to be all right." Snape muttered, holding Anna in his arms gently.
Lupin was riding around on his broomstick, keeping an eye on that Draco Malfoy, who had a tendency to cheat. The score was Slytherin 28, Gryffindor 20. Ari was doing an impressive job as a Beater, so was Rene. The cheers and shouts from the crowd hurt Lupin's ears, they were pounding so hard. Lupin brushed his long bangs out of his eyes, and squinted at the bleachers. Something odd was going on, Lupin thought, but couldn't think for so long. Alicia Spinnet had just scored a goal for Gryffindor, bringing up the score two points. Rene hit a bludger so hard, it spun into Draco's broom, knocking him into Ari Evans.
"Penalty shot, Slytherin." Lupin shouted out in a businesslike tone. "Your ball, Ari." Lupin called out, watching Fred block Ari's penalty shot with his brand new Nimbus two thousand. The Gryffindors cheered loudly, the score was tied. Students were cheering loudly, the Professors in their reserved seats were cheering loudly. McGonagall was adjusting her hat, giggling like a schoolgirl. Everyone was in a good mood.
Ari Evans suddenly noticed the Golden Snitch hovering near Lupin. Ari called out to Draco, gestured to where the Snitch was, gesturing to an unaware Lupin next to her. Draco immediately took off, right at Lupin. Harry was close behind. As Draco passed Ari, Ari blocked Harry, knocking him off of his broom. Draco snatched the snitch, earning a large victory for Slytherin House. The field immediately was decked out in Slytherin banners, waving in the breeze, Slytherins cheering loudly, and the Gryffindors groaning in protest.
All of a sudden, the banners changed their display. The entire stadium fell silent as a tomb. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Lupin's mouths flew open, and their faces went red with shock. Every pair of eyes in the stadium was glued to the banners, which had turned into displays. Lupin fell off his broom, and crashed to the ground in shock, while Ari and Rene both glared scathing glares at Chloe, who was hunched down in her seat, right next to the stunned Hermione Granger. Fred and George Weasley had "mysteriously" disappeared from their seats next to McGonagall. Flitwick toppled from his spot on the bleachers with an audible "Ulp". Trelawney began hyperventilating, as an irritated Professor Sinistra slapping Trelawney's back, wishing she would shut up and get with reality.
A/N: The next chapter is a little bit graphic, teetering on the line between PG 13 and R, so I advise you to take this in consideration if you are against reading stories holding this rating. For clarification, Lupin is the Papa of Chloe. Snape is the father of Ari and Rene. Mucho Gracias, ToastedPaco, for your feedback. Danichess, thanks for reading. I owe you one (As does Polly). Stacey, Thanks for reading, even though you hate Snape. ** throws a dark glare at Stacey**
It was the weekend right after the famed Hogsmeade weekend. Gryffindors were milling around in the Gryffindor common room. Rene was slumped in a chair, chatting with Ron Weasley about the Chudley Cannons, and waving around a pendant. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were bent over their Arithmancy homework at the table in the center of the room. Fred, George, and Chloe were all sitting on the couch, thinking up another escapade.
"How about we set off dungbombs in the Slytherin Common Room?" Chloe asked, her eyes brightening up. Fred shook his head. Chloe frowned, thinking of yet another plan.
"Perfect! I have got a jolly good idea!" George whispered loudly, leaning to Fred, indicating Chloe should move closer. The three of them formed a secretive circle, and whispered in low tones, discussing their upcoming escapade. Their eyes twinkled, cheeks flushed, and their mouths widened into mischievous grins.
Rene looked up from his conversation to find his half sister standing next to Ron with the Weasley twins.
"Whaddya want, Chloe?" Rene asked, eyes narrowed, not liking Chloe's expression and the twins' smiles. "Something going on that I shouldn't know about?"
"Err. Do you have your Quidditch uniform yet?"
"Yeah." Rene said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "What about it?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow your broom and your uniform."
"No way, Chloe." Rene said, poking the Pendant in Chloe's chest. Chloe narrowed her eyes, leaned to Rene, and whispered just loud enough for Ron and the twins to hear.
"Fine, then I will tell Father what you did last night in his office."
"Fine. Only for tomorrow." Rene said, snarling. "How did you know?"
"We have the same mother." Chloe said, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah. Too bad we can't have both of them as a father."
"Only half." Rene said, shrugging. Ron frowned in puzzlement.
"What are you talking about, Rene?" Ron asked. Rene frowned and sighed, leaning to Ron.
"Promise you won't tell anyone at all? Not even Harry or Hermione?"
"Uh, I promise." Ron said, leaning to Rene, eager to hear his secret. Rene shooed away the twins and Chloe, muttering to Chloe not to get in trouble this time. "Well, what is it?"
"Ah, well. Chloe and I don't have the same father."
"So?" Ron said, shrugging. "What's the big secret about that?"
"Well, Chloe's Papa is Lupin. We call my father 'Father' because he hasn't been in our lives until now. We call Lupin Papa; he raised us when we were living in France."
"..Oh... Well.. Interesting." Ron muttered, raising his eyebrows. "I never knew Lupin had any kids."
"Well, now you know." Rene whispered hastily, as Hermione Granger and Harry Potter approached him and Ron. "Hey, Harry, let's go to the Quidditch field and have some practice, huh?"
"Sure, Rene. Let's go." Harry said, grabbing his firebolt from the floor in front of the fireplace and racing Rene out of the common room.
While the boys were practicing their Quidditch, Chloe and the Weasley twins were making their way to the Quidditch field, carrying brooms, books, and wands. George Weasley put down the brooms, while Chloe took out a small bottle of clear liquid.
"All right, now I will say the incantation while you pour out the veritaserum on the bleachers, all right?" Fred said, as George held a wand high in the sky. "George, you ready?"
"Ready." George said, with a wide grin on his face. "This oughta be good." George added as Fred began the incantation.
"Mischief Begins!" Fred shouted out, as Chloe poured out all of the veritaserum on the bleachers and George's wand sent out violent bursts of lightning on a goalpost. "This should tie it all up--" Fred said as a green mist vaporized from his wand and covered the entire Quidditch field.
Rene and Harry both fell off their brooms, coughing. Rene shot a dark glare at Chloe as she and the twins scurried away into the bushes, laughing about the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Slytherin the next morning. Rene glanced at Harry, asking if he was okay. Harry nodded, frowning.
"What was that?" Harry asked. Rene shrugged, and the two boys returned to practicing their Quidditch moves, preparing for the big match against Slytherin the next morning. No one was prepared for what occurred the upcoming morning. especially a certain Professor.
"What?! Are you telling me I have bleachers duty this morning, busting up sexual activities among students under the bleachers, with Anna, of all people?!" Snape roared at tiny Flitwick, who was cowering in the corner of the Staff room. Flitwick blubbered out a tinny 'yes' while bolting from the room, crashing into Anna and Lupin, who were just entering the room.
"Severus, what did you do to poor Frank?" Lupin asked, raising an eyebrow, his smile fading.
"He just told me that we have bleachers duty, Anna." Snape said, arching an eyebrow. "You know what that means-I miss my House's match, and I miss watching Rene and Ari play against each other."
"I can video record the game for you, Anna. It would be no problem, especially since I am refereeing the match." Lupin said, as he swished his wand and a cup of coffee appeared. "Mm. delicious. I really do magic up a good brew."
"Shut your mouth, Lupin." Snape muttered. Anna turned and shot Snape a dark look. Snape raised an eyebrow in defiance as Anna's lips pursed in anger. "Sorry, Lupin." Snape muttered as he put his hair back in a ponytail, and grabbed his wand.
"Should I?" Anna asked, glancing quickly at Lupin, who nodded, winking at Anna and shooting her a thumb up. "I'll see you later, Rem."
"Later, Ann." Lupin called out, as Anna disappeared through the door to the hallway, where Snape had stalked off to. Lupin smiled and shook his head to himself, as he finished his coffee and headed off to the Quidditch field. Deep down inside himself, Lupin knew that Dumbledore had intended to put Snape and Anna on bleachers duty, but why? As the bleachers filled up rapidly, Lupin strode out on the field, with his Nimbus two thousand under his arm. Lupin suddenly felt something strange in the air, in the field..
Snape and Anna were walking around under the bleachers, zapping apart students who had snuck down to further their knowledge of the opposite sex. "Fifty points from Hufflepuff, Stebbins! You too, Yates!" Snape shouted out, as he zapped apart a pair of fourth-year hufflepuffs.
"Severus, whatever did I do? I know you are angry at me specifically. I can read it in your face." Anna said, raising an eyebrow and lighting up a cigarette. "A hundred points from Slytherin, William! You too, Lynn!" Anna called out, zapping apart a seventh-year Gryffindor girl and Slytherin boy. "Put on your jeans, William-Lynn, don't forget your blanket."
"Thanks, Anna." Lynn called out, as she grabbed her blanket and followed William out of the bleachers.
"You know the students on a first name basis now?"
"They need it. It makes them feel more equal to the Professors." Anna said, exhaling a lungful of smoke. Snape huffed sharply, as Anna handed him a cigarette. They walked around the bleachers twice, smoking quietly. "Sevi, can you tell me at least, why you are angry?"
"You had quite the snogging on the train with Lupin, on the way here." Snape spat out as he zapped apart a cluster of weeds. Anna's lips spread in a slight smile of amusement.
"We didn't go that far, Severus. Anyway, it was just a heat of the moment thing. Just like when Rene and Ari were born, in the Slytherin common room- "
"Don't start!" Snape said, turning to face Anna. "I know you belong to him- "
"I don't belong to anyone, Severus. You of all people should know that." Anna declared in anger, her soft mouth turning down in anger. Snape raised an eyebrow and stalked up to Anna. They were inches apart, and shouting at each other in French.
"Enfermer, Severus!" Anna shouted, yelling at Snape to shut up in French. "I never cared about Remus; I only wanted to get back at you for leaving me, Rene, and Ari all those years ago!" Anna yelled, sobbing, falling against Snape in exhausted anger.
"Is that the truth?" Snape asked dryly. Anna looked up at Snape with her Evans - green eyes, and nodded, sniffling. Snape's eyebrow arched in ironic surprise "So I see."
"I'm so sorry, Sevi. Pardon." Anna whispered in French, turning up her face to Snape's.
"Shush, Anna. Shush. It's going to be all right." Snape muttered, holding Anna in his arms gently.
Lupin was riding around on his broomstick, keeping an eye on that Draco Malfoy, who had a tendency to cheat. The score was Slytherin 28, Gryffindor 20. Ari was doing an impressive job as a Beater, so was Rene. The cheers and shouts from the crowd hurt Lupin's ears, they were pounding so hard. Lupin brushed his long bangs out of his eyes, and squinted at the bleachers. Something odd was going on, Lupin thought, but couldn't think for so long. Alicia Spinnet had just scored a goal for Gryffindor, bringing up the score two points. Rene hit a bludger so hard, it spun into Draco's broom, knocking him into Ari Evans.
"Penalty shot, Slytherin." Lupin shouted out in a businesslike tone. "Your ball, Ari." Lupin called out, watching Fred block Ari's penalty shot with his brand new Nimbus two thousand. The Gryffindors cheered loudly, the score was tied. Students were cheering loudly, the Professors in their reserved seats were cheering loudly. McGonagall was adjusting her hat, giggling like a schoolgirl. Everyone was in a good mood.
Ari Evans suddenly noticed the Golden Snitch hovering near Lupin. Ari called out to Draco, gestured to where the Snitch was, gesturing to an unaware Lupin next to her. Draco immediately took off, right at Lupin. Harry was close behind. As Draco passed Ari, Ari blocked Harry, knocking him off of his broom. Draco snatched the snitch, earning a large victory for Slytherin House. The field immediately was decked out in Slytherin banners, waving in the breeze, Slytherins cheering loudly, and the Gryffindors groaning in protest.
All of a sudden, the banners changed their display. The entire stadium fell silent as a tomb. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Lupin's mouths flew open, and their faces went red with shock. Every pair of eyes in the stadium was glued to the banners, which had turned into displays. Lupin fell off his broom, and crashed to the ground in shock, while Ari and Rene both glared scathing glares at Chloe, who was hunched down in her seat, right next to the stunned Hermione Granger. Fred and George Weasley had "mysteriously" disappeared from their seats next to McGonagall. Flitwick toppled from his spot on the bleachers with an audible "Ulp". Trelawney began hyperventilating, as an irritated Professor Sinistra slapping Trelawney's back, wishing she would shut up and get with reality.
A/N: The next chapter is a little bit graphic, teetering on the line between PG 13 and R, so I advise you to take this in consideration if you are against reading stories holding this rating. For clarification, Lupin is the Papa of Chloe. Snape is the father of Ari and Rene. Mucho Gracias, ToastedPaco, for your feedback. Danichess, thanks for reading. I owe you one (As does Polly). Stacey, Thanks for reading, even though you hate Snape. ** throws a dark glare at Stacey**