DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own my sexay little Tristan, isn't that right Tristan?

Tristan: Yeah little Shorty, is this my good chapter?

Shorty: Not quite, you'll get your big chapter soon…or never haha, I'm evil…onwards with the story!

I'd also like to thank all of my reviewers and patient readers for putting up with this.  I would've posted this about a week ago, but ff.net went down.  Now, I can't even log in to post normally, so it took a long time just to get this up.  Really sorry about the long delay, though I hope to have up to chapter 10 up within two to three days! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Meeting With Dumbledore

            Tristan and Harry went into the bedroom they were going to share while Severus went in the other direction.  Tristan and Harry chatted for a little while before falling asleep.  Severus, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling.  He could not fall asleep, which was not surprising.  Today, he had met the son he never knew he had.  Both of Lily's sons were here, and it was odd, considering both resembled more like their fathers than their mother.  Except for those precious eyes, those eyes that Lily could give cheerful smiles with or death glares.  The same eyes that clashed with her flaming red hair.  Reaching over on his nightstand, he grabbed the same potion that he had for years now, the dreamless sleep potion, and decided to put it back.  Tonight, he just wanted a simple sleeping potion, not a dreamless one.  He wanted to dream of the sweet Lily he knew and those precious times he had spent with her.  That was exactly what he dreamed of.

            Morning came, but all three of them slept until Dumbledore came in.  He sat down and waited for Severus to come out and eat breakfast with him, as he had done every summer since Severus started working at Hogwarts.  Usually Severus was already up and waiting for Dumbledore, but today was different.  Tristan came out after taking a shower and gasped.

            "Prof. Dumbledore, what are you doing here?"

            "Ah, Tristan Winbaf, I presume.  It should be I asking what you're doing here."

            "It's Tristan Hollen now Prof..  I'm visiting my dad.  He must be sleeping still.  Should we wake him up?"

            "You mean wake Severus up?  I doubt you can even do it.  He usually takes a sleeping potion in order to sleep.  As to answer to your question, Severus and I usually eat breakfast together during the summer.  Tradition, you could say.  Care explaining why you called him your father?"

            "Simple.  He is my father.  That's all, why?"

            "He never mentioned a son before.  Though you do look remarkably like him and someone else I can't place my finger on."

            "He never knew he had a son until about two days ago.  I didn't know he was my father until about a week ago.  Ah, look, our other sleepyhead," Tristan said as Harry walked out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes to wake up.

            "Ah ha!  That's it!  Your mother is Lily, isn't it?" Dumbledore exclaimed.

            "Yeah.  Can I please go wake up Dad now?"

            "Oh, Tristan, if you're going to do that, I'm helping!" Harry said, fully awake now.

            The two little mischief-makers headed into Severus' bedroom, both with pots and pans in their hands.  They began to celebrate in his room, yelling and banging like it was New Year's.  Severus rolled over, and came close to hitting both of them a couple of times.  Finally he sat up and screamed.

            "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE!!???? POTTER GET AWAY!  WINBAF! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Snape yelled in rage.  The two of them ran out towards Dumbledore, looking back to see what Severus was doing.  He got up and looked like he had come to his senses after he saw Dumbledore. 

            "Sorry, sir.  I must have lost my senses.  Potter, Winbaf," Severus started before he was interrupted by Tristan.

            "It's Hollen now Dad, don't forget what happened yesterday."

            "Oh, I must have forgotten.  Sorry.  Albus, care to join us for breakfast?  Tilly, my house-elf, will make sure there's enough food for all of us.  Tristan, does Dumbledore know now?"

            "Yes, Dad, I explained it to him while you were sleeping away," Tristan said, while Harry whispered to him, "I think we should've let him sleep.  He could have used his beauty sleep."  Both boys couldn't help it and began to laugh hysterically, again.

            "May I ask what you two find so funny?" Severus asked, before giving the two of them the death glare, shutting them up immediately.

            "Only you, Dad," Tristan bravely said.  Snape gave them more death glares, before Dumbledore looked at him.

            "Now, now, Severus, be gentle on these two.  Ah, yes, Harry, I have something to tell you."

            "What Professor?"

            "It's a response to your letter.  Severus will go and buy your things.  Tell him exactly what you need and he'll get it for you.  Money has already been withdrawn from your account.  It's up in my office, when you need it," Dumbledore winked at Harry.  Severus began to stutter.

            "What? Me? Buy things? For Potter?  You can't…be…serious?"

            "I'm completely serious.  You know what dangerous things are out for Harry, and I certainly can't have him go into Diagon Alley by himself.  I think it's a good thing he's staying with Tristan.  Tristan is, after all, related to Harry."  Snape muttered to himself, about the unfairness of the situation, when Dumbledore spoke up again.

            "Tristan, how were you at Defense Against Dark Arts?"

            "I was okay at it  Prof..  My last professor was not the smartest one I've had, but I still excelled in the class.  May I ask why?"

            "Yet again, we need a new professor.  I was wondering if you would be able to fill in until we find a permanent one.  You could stay the whole year, if you like."  Tristan looked at Dumbledore and pondered it.  If he said yes, he would be able to spend more time with his brother and dad.  If he said no, he could go back to New York and finish college.

            "I'll take it, but only for a year.  I have to go back to New York City and finish my college education," Tristan said, and as soon as he did, Harry smiled and yelled.

            "Yes, oh Prof. you have to let him!  It'll be great!"

            "Well, Mr. Hollen, you'll have to fill out an application still, but I'm sure you'll be accepted.  You'll need to pass a little course as well.  It shouldn't be that hard for you.  Breakfast was nice, Severus.  Thank you and I will see you at the staff meeting later today."

            Harry looked at Snape.  He saw the confusion in his eyes.  Harry knew that Snape wanted the Defense Against Dark Arts position, but this was his son who was going to get it.  It was unusual, seeing the turmoil in his eyes.  His eyes were usually just used to give death glares.  Severus was excellent at potions and Dumbledore knew that.  Dumbledore left and Severus turned towards the boys.

            "I guess I should get to know my son and his brother a little better.  Letters aren't always the best way to get to know someone.  Tristan, tell me a little about your life."

            "I was adopted when I was three months old to a nice wizard couple who were unable to have children.  They died a year after I graduated Hogwarts in a plane accident.  I don't understand why they were flying, but it was very sudden.  I didn't even know they were on the plane until it crashed, and I received letters that they had died.  I had already abandoned the wizarding world at that point and had just begun my life as a Muggle.  I moved to the United States and changed my name.  There was nothing that held me back to the Winbafs, and it would only remind me of the pain that England had caused me.  Hogwarts was not a pleasant time at all.  I was lonely and my best subject, Potions, I only got grief from you.  I suppose now things have changed, but it was odd.  Muggle life was great for me.  I had friends who loved me for me, had a loving girlfriend, and was top in my class in every subject," Tristan said, but Severus interrupted.

            "Had a loving girlfriend?  Would you mind if I asked why you used the past?"  Harry knew why, but felt it was best if Tristan explained.

            "I knew I was going to stay in England for at least a year, to get to know you and Harry.  I called her and told her, but she didn't think that a long distance relationship would work.  That's all.  Family means more to me.  Getting back to my story.  I went to a prestigious college in New York City and had a great job.  I was going to become a math teacher in two years and work to support myself.  My next goal would have been to start a family, since I didn't have one at the time.  Now I do and that's basically everything.  What about you, Dad?  I don't know much about you."

            "Oh, my life is boring…"

            "Can't be as boring as mine, maybe it's as exciting as Harry's here," Tristan said as he patted Harry on the back.

            "Yeah, Prof., tell us about your life.  It's got have some things you can tell us about!" Harry exclaimed.

            "Well, if you insist, I'll tell you.  My parents were always away doing something; house-elves raised me.  My father died when I was, oh, thirteen, I guess.  I don't remember exactly.  I was in Hogwarts when he died.  Hogwarts was easy for me.  Everything but Charms and Transfiguration, that is.  Silly wand waving, I was never good at that.  What else do you want to know?"

            "What about my grandmother then?  How did you meet my mother?  There's got to be a special connection somewhere.  I mean, I exist, don't I?" Tristan carefully said.

            Severus spit out his drink, "So this is where the two of you were going."  The two boys nodded vehemently.

            "Well, I'll continue.  Your mother and I met in the library.  She was never the best at Potions and was researching some easy ways to make potions.  I was there, also for potions, but I was looking up some more complicated ones.  I ended up tutoring her, and she ended up helping me in Charms.  Both of us weren't the best at Transfiguration, but Lily got help from James and then she would help me.  I don't think that we would've passed finals that year if we didn't become such good friends.  Of course, that summer was interesting.  She didn't see anyone but me I believe.  Oh wait, Remus and Carrie came to visit us.  We stayed at my summer house.  After that, we never saw each other again.  Well, does that answer your question?"

            "No, Dad, what about my grandmother?  If she's still alive, I'd love to meet her."

            "Tristan, I suggest you never mention her again.  I'll explain why, but only because you've insisted.  You must realize that this is difficult for me to begin and finish, so understand that."

            "I do, just continue please," Harry said.

            "Dad, enough stalling and tell the story," Tristan sarcastically said.

            "Fine, fine.  My mother and I didn't talk often.  She was always busy.  She was an only child, raised the same way I was.  She did attend my graduation at Hogwarts, which I didn't understand why.  That night, she asked me to go and join her in her line of work.  She worked for something to do with Dark Arts, I believe it was creating new curses and hexes.  She wanted me to create new potions, but I had no interest in working for the Dark Arts.  We had a huge argument that led to me moving into the summer house with Lily.  When my mother found out about Lily, she was furious.  She locked me away and brainwashed me, basically.  Not REAL brainwashing of course, just oh it's confusing to explain.  She said marrying and producing an heir would be best for me.  She, of course, chose who I was to marry.  I didn't want to marry whoever it was; I never even met her.  An heir, that's all Mother ever wanted.  Of course, Tristan, you don't count."

            "Why don't I count? I am your heir, aren't I?"

            "Of course, to me you are.  Remember, your mother and I were never married.  Secondly, your mother was Muggle-born.  To you and I, it means nothing, but to her, a pureblood is the only proper heir.  Then your half-brother is Harry Potter; it just wouldn't go over well with her."

            "So she's alive?"

            "Yes, she's alive."

            "And I still can't meet her?  She's my grandmother!  I finally have a family, and you're shutting me out of it?  Fine, if you need me, I won't BE HERE!!!!!!!!"

            Harry, who had been silent throughout Severus's entire conversation, shouted back, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  I AM YOUR FAMILY! LOOK AT SNAPE OVER THERE!  LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME YOU DID NOT JUST HURT HIM!!!  FINE, leave if you want, just remember this, you're my family, my only family, as well."  He dashed into the bedroom and locked himself in.  Severus watched Harry's outburst and the effect on Tristan.

            "Hey, Dad, I'm sorry.  When was the last time you talked to your mother?"

            "About a week ago, shit!"

            "Now, now, Dad.  You don't want me catching your language, now do you?" Tristan joked, sarcastically.

            "It's not that.  You're twenty; your language is not my concern.  My mother informed me, a week ago, that she was coming to visit soon.  She didn't say the exact date, but I have a feeling it's soon."

            "Question, you said she's into the Dark Arts.  What does Dumbledore think, and how does she react to Dumbledore?"

            "Dumbledore ignores her while she's here, and she ignores him while she's here.  It's that simple.  She comes once a year to visit me and always during the summer.  She prefers not to see 'shriveling brats' as she puts it.  Wait until she sees you two.  Especially Harry.  I can see it going over well now," Severus laughed at that before continuing, "I think you should bring Harry out now."

            "Harry, Harry!  Dad wants to tell you something!"

            "Coming, coming," Harry yelled back.

            "Harry, my mother is coming to visit me.  She likes to check in on me once a year, and well, she's coming soon.  So if you hear screaming in the morning, it's just her announcing her arrival.  She always makes a fuss when she comes.  She won't stay for too long, and then we'll have nice chats again.  I'd like to get to my son and his half-brother a little better."

            The rest of the day passed peacefully.  Severus went into his office and asked not to be disturbed because he was working on some antidotes.  Tristan left for New York, saying he needed a few more Muggle things and he had to resign from his previous job.  Harry still had some summer homework he needed to work on and went off to finish that.  Tristan owled back, saying he was going to stay in New York until tomorrow night and not to worry about him.  The letter also said that he would be selling his Muggle apartment and that he would need a place to stay.  Harry's job was to find Dumbledore and ask where the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher's room was.