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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah this is finally up! Can't wait until I have more time to get chapter 10 edited……alright enjoy this!

Chapter 9

Unexpected Meetings

            Harry woke up and walked out of Tristan's room into the kitchen area.  He knew that Tristan loved waffles and found them in the freezer.  He put them in the toaster, and as quickly as he put them in, they were done.  Severus came out a little while later, and Harry asked if he would like some waffles.

            "I'd love some, thank you."

            "Here you go, freshly made!" Harry said back, a bit too cheerfully for Severus at this time of day.

            "Well, aren't we a bit too awake?" Severus remarked sarcastically.

            "Yeah, my relatives always made me get up early.  It's really not so bad once you get used to it.  Mornings are one of the few times I get to myself.  I wonder how long Tristan will be sleeping?"  Harry asked, knowing Severus would have something to say either about himself or his mother.

            "Must take after your mother.  She didn't like getting up early if it didn't serve her a purpose.  Though, throughout the entire winter, she always made a point to wake up early and go outside in the snow.  I think you should wake your brother up.  If you don't, he'll be grumpy the rest of the day.  Trust me, I know," Severus said.

            "Really? How would you know that?" Harry asked, truly interested in what Severus had to say, for one of the few times in his life.

            "The many times I saw him missing breakfast and showing up late for Potions in the worst mood possible; you'd think he didn't know how to wake up."

            "I'll get him up, he usually gets right up for me."  Harry walked into his brother's room and headed towards the nightstand where he found what he was looking for.  Harry picked up the Discman and placed the headphones on Tristan.  He pressed the play button and ran out of the room.  The CD that was in the Discman was 'Harry's CD' and Right said Fred's 'I'm too sexy' was the first song.  When Severus saw Harry dash out of Tristan's room like that, he asked him about it.

            "Well, Severus, you remember what a Discman is, right?" Harry said, still panting.

            "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

            "I put the headphones on Tristan's head and pressed the play button before he could strangle me.  Remember that song we were listening to last night?  The one 'I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt…' That's the first song that Tristan will hear when he wakes up."

            "I see.  Well, you'll know if he's awake.  I'm sure he'll come to strangle you again," Severus laughed, seeing the image of the two boys strangling each other in his head.

            "HAROLD JAMES POTTER YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOU INTO A PULP!!!!" Tristan yelled.

            "Wait, Tristan! How do you know it's me?!" Harry yelled back as he was chased around the kitchen

            "Dad doesn't know how to work the Discman.  NOW GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!!  I SWEAR I WILL GRIND YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES!!!!!" Tristan yelled, annoyed that Harry would do such a thing.

            "Tristan, I had to wake you up!  What better way for you to wake up from me?!"

            "Little bro!  You could've tried just shaking me awake.  It would've been just as effective!" Tristan yelled, annoyed that Harry found this funny.

            "Yeah, but it would not have had the same effect, would it?" Harry mocked back.

            "Boys, enough.  I'd like to eat in peace. Accio paper!" Severus said, but was shocked at what happened.  Nothing. "TRISTAN CAMERON HOLLEN AND HAROLD JAMES POTTER WHAT HAVE YOU TWO DONE TO MY WAND?"

            "I'm innocent! I'm innocent!" Harry shrieked.

            "I didn't touch your wand.  It has something to do with this room being all Muggle.  No magic works in here.  Potions, I believe, still have their effects, but nothing that requires a wand will work.  I think that's what Dumbledore said, you might want to ask him yourself," Tristan explained.

            "Well then.  After breakfast, we're going to my room, where magic is allowed," Severus said, stressing the 'is.'

            "Fine by me.  Just let me eat my waffles first," Tristan said, "Can I bring my Discman, too?"

            "But bro, it won't work.  Remember?  Muggle electronics don't work in Hogwarts.  You're very lucky that they work in your room."

            "I know, I know.  Music always relaxes me though…"Tristan trailed off.

            "Or we won't go there," Severus finished.

            "Awww, are you sure you don't want to hear about this Dad?" Tristan teased, knowing what song his dad was thinking of.

            "I'm sure.  Now, are you done with your breakfast yet?"

            "I'm done.  Harry, are you done?" Tristan asked.

            "I've been ready forever.  We've been waiting for you, that's all."

            "Blame it all on me, eh?"

            "Who else to blame it on?" Harry said.

            "Maybe yourself?"

            "What fun would that be?"

            "Only the best kind of fun," Tristan teased.

            Severus looked at the two of them teasing each other.  Harry and Tristan were definitely related.  The way the two of them were arguing, it was almost as though they had known each other their entire lives.  Maybe they had met back in Hogwarts.  If they had though, he would have known about his son sooner.  Their eyes are identical; it's almost uncanny.

            The two boys raced each other to the dungeons, where Snape's chamber was located.  He didn't have a full kitchen and living room, only a room with a table, chairs, a couch, and a bookshelf.  There were two bedrooms and bathrooms, one on each side of the main room.  Severus decided to go take a nice shower and left the boys in the main room where the two of them were fighting over which video games system was better, PS2 or N64.  He had no clue what they were talking about and would probably get confused if he asked anyways.  A few minutes later, he heard a woman's scream.  He was done with his shower and dashed out into the main room, wondering who screamed.  When he got there, he almost fainted.

            "SEVERUS SADIRON SNAPE EXPLAIN WHY THIS LITTLE BASTARD WHO DEFEATED OUR MASTER IS IN YOUR CHAMBER!!!!" his mother yelled, but not done yet, she continued to yell, "WHO IS THIS OTHER BOY, AND WHY DOES HE RESEMBLE YOU!??"

            Harry and Tristan stopped their discussion and looked scared of this woman.  She looked like Severus, but was shorter.  The two of them trembled, while Severus stepped forward and began to speak in calm, soothing voice.

            "Mother, please.  Hear me out.  It starts back in after I graduated Hogwarts.  Tristan is the result of that summer.  I didn't know he existed until about two weeks ago.  Potter here is Tristan's half-brother.  Any other questions?" Snape replied, irritated at his mother.

            "YOU MEAN YOU HAD SEX WITH A MUDBLOOD," that caused both Harry and Tristan flinch, they knew she was referring to their mother, "AND YOU HAD A CHILD WITH HER??? HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?"

            "Mother, I know I had sex with her.  I never knew she became pregnant, only three people in the world ever knew.  She died before telling anyone else, the other was a friend of hers who had his memory modified, and lastly was Carrie, WHO YOU FUCKING WENT AND KILLED!!!!!" 

            "SHE BETRAYED THE DARK LORD!!! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?  LET HER LIVE?  YOU HAVE GONE OUT OF YOUR MIND!" quietly she added, "though, with Potter and this other boy here, I think you're already out of your mind."

            "MOTHER!  DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?  THIS BOY OVER HERE," pointing to Tristan, "IS YOUR FUCKING GRANDSON!!!!  HE MAY NOT BE OF THE purest," stressing the purest part, "BLOOD, BUT HE IS STILL YOUR GRANDSON!!!!!"

            Leaving his grandmother speechless, Tristan spoke up, "Dad, Dad, I think this is all too much for her too handle at once.  Watch your language too! Harry and I are here!"

            "He, even…calls you…Dad…" his grandmother trailed off.

            "Yes, because I am his father.  Now, if you don't believe me, leave.  If you want to get to know your grandson, stay.  Remember, not a word leaves this room."

            "Why, it is nice to err, meet you, Mister Potter, and what might your name be, my grandson?" she sneered when she said Mister Potter, and again when she said my grandson.

            "My name is Tristan Cameron Hollen, and it is my pleasure to meet you.  What would you like me to call you?" he stuck out his hand to shake hers, but she refused.

            "Tristan, you may call me Grandmother.  Potter, would mind leaving so I may speak with my son and grandson?" she sneered again at the mention of his name and was about to speak again when Severus interrupted her.

            "Mother, if you can not talk to us while Harry is here, then you will not talk at all.  It as simple as that," Severus would have said more, but Dumbledore entered the room.

            "Why, if isn't Summer Snape!  I haven't seen you in years.  Severus, I didn't know your mother was coming for a visit," Dumbledore miffed.

            "I didn't know she was coming either," he said, ignoring the fact that his mother was in the room, "Sorry sir, but Harry, Tristan, and I already ate in Tristan's room.  I don't think putting a Muggle room in this castle helps matters.  Tristan and Harry tortured me with their Muggle music.  You should hear to what these kids are listening to!  The lyrics are very offensive!" Severus ranted.

            Mentioning an all-Muggle room did not help the incident in the room right now.  Summer began to rant about 'the Muggle loving fool' in front of him and Dumbledore excused himself.  Severus told him to come and listen to Tristan's music, so Tristan, Harry, Dumbledore, and Severus headed up to Tristan's chamber.  She was left behind, not wanting to go near anything Muggle.  Dumbledore seemed pleased with himself when he looked Tristan's room over.

            "Is this to your expectations, Mr. Hollen?"

            "It's better than my apartment in New York.  Thank you for going out of your way to build this place for me.  I love how everything works!  You even put a phone line in here!  Thank you so much!" Tristan exclaimed.

            "As you can see, Tristan loves this place.  I'm just glad that he's happy at Hogwarts, for once," Severus added.

            "For once?  Tristan, do you mean to say that Hogwarts was not the best time of your life?" Dumbledore asked.

            "Yes.  Hogwarts was one of the worse times of my life.  I knew that Harry was my half-brother, since I knew who my mother was, but I didn't have the guts to tell him.  The fact that we looked nothing alike, it bothered me.  I thought we were just brothers, and not half-brothers.  I found out the truth only after Hogwarts.  I was excellent student; don't get me wrong.  I just felt that living the Muggle life was what suited me.  I was raised as a wizard, but never felt like I truly belonged.  My housemates were never friendly to me.  They teased me for looking like Snape, saying that I must be his child.  Now, I love my father, but as a Gryffindor, it was an insult.  The Sorting Hat tried to put me in Slytherin, until I mentioned my mother, Lily Evans.  As soon as I mentioned that, the hat asked who my father was.  I replied I didn't know and it shouted out Gryffindor.  I found friendship, but only in my last year.  Two fourth years, George and Fred Weasley, saw me pouring over the Zonko's list and asked me about it.  The three of us had a blast that yea,r and I believe that was when they got the inspiration to create their joke shop.  How are they doing now?"

            "They'll be seventh years.  You'll be teaching them now.  I wonder how they'll react to that," Dumbledore said.

            "You get your prank playing from Lily.  She always joined in with your dad, Harry.  I remember being the subject of most of their pranks, until seventh year," Severus remembered fondly.

            "Fred and George Weasley are my best friend, Ron's older brothers.  You will definitely see them around here, if you don't mind."

            "MIND? MIND?! I would love to have my friends back!  Of course, I'll be a professor, so I have a standard to maintain," Tristan added.

            "Yes, I expect you not to be up to your old tricks while here at Hogwarts.  Tristan, would you mind if I join you for lunch?" Dumbledore politely asked.

            "Not at all.  Harry and I will cook for you.  What are some of your favorite things to eat?" Tristan asked, honored that Dumbledore would want to eat with them.

            "Whatever you two feel like cooking is fine with me.  I just hope it doesn't take too long," Dumbledore said with a smile.

            "We know what we're doing!  It'll take five minutes, for each person," Tristan added, nodding to Harry to open the freezer and then said, "Grab those four skinny red boxes.  I was going to save them for later, but now seems like a good time as any."  Those boxes just happened to be Celeste® Pizza For One-Cheese.  Tristan popped them into the microwave, and one-by-one they were finished.  He put them on plates and cut them into easy to eat slices.  Serving them, he asked what Dumbledore thought of it.

            "I wish I knew what these were called," Dumbledore commented.

            "These are pizzas, but single-serve pizzas," Harry replied, as he began to eat his pizza.

            "This, pizza, as you call it, is quite good.  Do Muggles eat this all the time?" Dumbledore asked.

            "Oh yes!  In New York, where I used to live, there are pizza places, where all they do is make pizzas and a few other dishes.  It's very common amongst Americans, even wizards, but I don't know how common it is amongst Muggles in Britain.  I know wizards don't usually eat it.  How do you like it Dad?" Tristan said.

            "It's nice.  You should make this more often.  Are you cooking dinner for us as well?" Severus asked Tristan, yet Dumbledore answered.

            "Severus, tonight is the night when all the teachers return and we eat in the Great Hall.  I'd be honored if Tristan and Harry joined us.  This lunch was wonderful, but I must part from you and greet the returning teachers.  I anticipate in seeing you for dinner," Dumbledore answered as he rose and left the room.

            "Let's head back to your room Dad.  I think there are some things I want to see from your bookshelf that will help me for teaching.  I'd also like it if you could help me with a few things."

            "If you insist, then we'll go back to my room.  I would be very polite to my mother though; she gets very mad when someone of a 'lower' class is rude to her.  She insists on only socializing with purebloods, so excuse her actions.  Let's go now." Severus answered in his icy tone that he used while teaching.

            The three of them walked back into the dungeons, with Harry farthest behind.  Harry was not looking forward to meeting another Death Eater and seeing his step-grandmother again.  Severus was the first to reach the door and when he opened the door, he screamed as loudly as he could.  Tristan looked in and fell to his knees, right next to his father.  Harry didn't want to know, but felt compelled to see what was happening.  When he saw, he screamed just as loudly as Severus had.  The only other people in the castle were Dumbledore and Prof. McGonagall, who had just arrived.  They ran down to the dungeons, where the screams originated.  They saw Severus on his knees crying hysterically, Tristan with his hands to his face, and Harry who was looking the other way, not wanting to see what was inside Severus' chamber.  When Dumbledore and McGonagall looked in, they immediately understood why Severus, Tristan, and Harry were the way they were.  Neither screamed, they just bowed their heads solemnly.

Alright, I know this is a cliffie, but that's not the point.  The next chapter is already complete, I just need it edited.  Thanks Jesschan!  What kind of pairings do you want?  H/H-H/G-D/G-R/H-D/Herm-H/C or anything else, but no slash!  I can't write it and I would rather stick to no slash for this story.  Thank yous go out to all my reviewers.