Disclaimer: JKR's universe, we only like to play in it.
A/N: Thank you to those few who reviewed. Your responses spurn us on. Also, at the bottom of this chapter you will find a 'Character Synopsis' for all of the characters already introduced...and those yet to be. If for any reason we add more characters spontaneously, we'll add their synopsis to the list at the bottom of this page. You will notice there are a great many Gryffindors...but that's what happens when all the Weasley's were Gryffindors. ENJOY!
"Severus, love?" Hermione Snape's voice rang sweetly through the air, causing Severus to look up from the stack of 7th year Veratiserum essay's he was grading.
"Yes dear?" He inquired, a slight smile spreading across his exhausted features. Hermione fell gracefully into the seat across from him and smiled sweetly at her husband -- almost too sweetly.
"Why did you take fifty points from your son last night?" Her tone remained the same, but her eyes revealed the anger building up inside her small frame.
"He was not only using magic in the halls after curfew, but he was fighting with one of my students." Severus snapped, returning his gaze to the stack of parchment before him.
"I see...fighting with one of your students..." she trailed off, causing Severus to glance up once more. "Did you ever stop to ask who started the fight?"
Severus winced, guilt flashing briefly in his eyes.
"No, I didn't find it necessary." Hermione nodded, features softening into a solemn expression.
"Did you ask why they were fighting?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact I did!" He exclaimed, throwing down his quill in exasperation. "I wasn't born yesterday! Albus didn't place me as Head of Slytherin House for nothing!"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why did they say they were fighting?" The look on Hermione's face told Severus she already knew, but she loved to watch him squirm.
"Jordan said Mr. Zabini insulted you." he admitted at last.
"Really?" Hermione, Severus thought, would make an excellent actress. "Why, praytell...did you not take points from Mr. Zabini then?"
"I had no proof."
Hermione chose this moment to quit her charade. Anger filled every feature, he face turned red in an attempt to control it.
"AND YOUR OWN SON'S WORD ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH? YOUR SON, SEVERUS, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!"
"My son," Severus began, voice rising as slowly as he pushed his body up from his seat, "is a foolish Gryffindor, who in his five years here, has caused more trouble than Mr. Potter did in all of his seven years here!"
"And every single time, Severus, he was found with a Slytherin." Hermione's voice was harsh and cold. "Did you ever stop to think that your precious Slytherins were the one's causing the trouble this whole time? DID YOU!?"
Severus was shaking, as if on the verge of tears. Pride made him hold back, as it did on many occasions such as this.
"Never the less, Hermione. Jordan was found roaming the halls after curfew and using magic on another student." Straightening, he grabbed his pile of parchment and headed for the door to his classroom. "His punishment was fair and I will not take it back."
With a whoosh, he was gone, leaving Hermione to contemplate all that had happened that night.
"You never used to hate him, Severus." she whispered to the empty room. "Damn your pride."
~*~
"Why do all my detentions end with me scrubbing all the trophies in this room?!" Jordan exclaimed to himself, throwing down his rag and surveying the Trophy Room.
"Oi! That's easy J! Because whenever Snape assigns a detention, Filch sends them here. And since all your detentions come from Snape, you always end up here!" The gleeful cackle of four familiar Weasley's reached Jordan from the doorway. Turning, he saw that it was Garret Weasley who had spoken. Behind him were his twin sister, Gaby, and his two cousins, Faith and Fletcher.
"What are you doing here?" Jordan asked, perplexed. "You don't have detention too, do you?"
"No! Of course not!" Fletcher exclaimed, stepping forward. He was grinning from ear to ear; trademark red Weasley hair flying about wildly. "Unlike some people we know, we're good at NOT getting caught!"
"Bloody hell." Jordan grumbled, retrieving his rag and turning back to the 1978 Quidditch Cup he had been scrubbing.
"Well, it looks like you have a long night ahead of you." Gaby smiled sweetly, twirling a strand of long red hair around her slim finger. "And so do we, so I guess we'll be going!"
"Off to cause more mischief...and wreak havoc wherever you can?" Jordan grinned up at the quartet, who each had mischievous glints in their eyes.
"Aren't we always?" Faith tried to look serious, but failed miserably when she broke into a wide smile. Faith was quite the tomboy, opting to cut her hair short; making it difficult to tell her and Fletcher apart.
"Spiffy." Jordan nodded. "You'll make your father's proud."
"We know!" The four chorused, breaking into a round of giggles and running out of the room before they could get caught. Laughing to himself, Jordan went back to work.
After an hour or so, and no where near being finished, Jordan heard footsteps. He glanced up at the doorway just in time to see his sister enter the room.
"Hey little bro." Taryn smiled affectionately, ruffling his hair.
"Hey Tare." Jordan smiled half-heartedly, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair to fix it. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm on my rounds." she explained. Taryn was a 7th year Ravenclaw now, and also Head Girl. "I heard about Dad giving you another detention, so I figured I'd stop by and see how you were doing."
"Aside from the splitting headache and blisters on my hands, fairly well." Taryn laughed quietly, shaking her head.
"You know J, I don't think what Dad did was right..." she trailed off, toying with a piece of her long raven black hair. "But I also don't think you should have used magic on that Zabini punk."
"He insulted Mum."
"Oh..."
"You should probably get back to your rounds now. If Filch caught you in here fraternizing with the detentionee, he'd hang you from your thumbs in the dungeons."
"I'm sorry J." Taryn stood, pulling her brother close for a quick hug. "If you ever need me, I'm there. You're my little brother and I love you...never forget that."
"I won't...and I love you too, Tare." Much to the annoyance of Jordan, Taryn swept out of the room in a frighteningly similar fashion to that of their father.
"At least someone in my family loves me." he mumbled, turning once again to his work.
~*~
R2W grinned triumphantly when he spotted Taryn walking away from the Trophy Room. Putting on a burst of speed, he ran up to the startled Head Girl.
"Give me a detention!"
Taryn looked at him like he sprouted three heads.
"Excuse me?" she inquired, checking his head for a fever.
"Please Taryn? Give me a detention?" R2W pleaded, dropping to his knees. "Preferably in the Trophy Room..."
A look of understanding donned on Taryn's face.
"Oh!" Smirking, she rolled her eyes. "Mr. Weasley! You should not be roaming the halls after curfew! 5 Points from Gryffindor and detention in the Trophy Room! Scrub all of the trophies...no magic!"
"THANK YOU!" R2W stood on his tiptoes and pecked Taryn quickly on the cheek before running off for his detention.
"Weasley's...the whole lot of them are bloody weird."
~*~
"Cripes! J! Quick! I need your help!" R2W exclaimed, rushing into the Trophy Room. Jordan looked on with confusion as R2W grabbed a dirty trophy and a rag and started cleaning it.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, dazed and confused.
"Test tomorrow...need answers." R2W answered nonchalantly.
"If Filch or one of the teachers catch you, you'll be in a heap load of trouble!"
"Taryn gave me a detention, I'm fine." R2W grinned at his best friend. "Now, question 1..."
Jordan rolled his eyes, laughing heartily.
"What are the three key ingredients for a Shrinking Potion?" R2W asked, looking annoyed as Jordan continued to laugh.
Trying to compose himself, Jordan answered the question between gasps for breath.
"Why are you laughing? I hardly find this situation funny!" R2W huffed, frowning at Jordan -- who was still laughing. "We have a Potions test tomorrow and if you don't help me, I'll fail!"
Jordan hiccuped, laughing harder at the expression on R2W's face.
"You *hic* got a *hic* detention..." Jordan clutched his sides as he fell onto the floor in a fit of hysterics, "Just so *hic* I could *hic* tutor *hic* you!"
R2W rolled his eyes and scrubbed at his trophy while he waited for Jordan to calm down.
"Bloody hell, my sides hurt now." Jordan breathed deeply once he had finally calmed down. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." R2W eyed his friend warily.
"You haven't laughed AT ALL in a long time." he pointed out, handing Jordan's fallen rag back to him.
"Yeah..." was all Jordan could think of to reply. Shaking his head, he turned back to his work, signaling that R2W should as well. As they worked, R2W shot question after question about everything Potions to Jordan; who answered them as if he had written the potions text they were studying.
After a while, R2W stopped abruptly in the midst of cleaning his Trophy.
"It *was* kinda funny...now that I think about it." He admitted, before bursting into a round of laughter himself. Still amused about the whole thing, Jordan joined in. When they had calmed down once more, the questions continued.
"I don't get it. You're a genius when it comes to potions...the very subject your father teaches, and yet he still treats you like your Professor Potter's son and not his."
"My father is a very complicated man...he has his reasons."
"Right, and I'm the bloody Queen of England." R2W scoffed, placing the last trophy on it's shelf.
"Who?!" Jordan, having been raised all his life inside Hogwarts, knew very little about the life outside it's walls.
"Never mind." R2W shrugged it off, heading for the door. Jordan followed closely behind. "They don't let you out much, do they?"
"I don't know what your talking about." Jordan answered quickly, skirting around his least favorite topic. "It's 4 in the morning and we have a test tomorrow. I'd like to get some sleep, if you don't mind."
"All right..." R2W sighed as he watched his friend run off down the hallway.
Turning the corner, R2W came to a stop in front of the portrait of the fat lady. Muttering the password (SNAPE SUCKS!) he entered the deserted common room. Exhausted, he climbed the stairs and entered his dorm. Kicking off his shoes, he glanced over at Jordan's bed.
"Snapes... the whole lot of them are bloody weird."
~*~
Character Synopsis:
Taryn Rose Snape: 17yrs old. Daughter to Severus and Hermione Snape. 7th year Ravenclaw, Head Girl.
Jordan Severus Snape: 15yrs old. Son to Severus and Hermione Snape. 5th year Gryffindor. Keeper for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Pepper Ann Potter: 17yrs old. Daughter to Harry and Ginny Potter. 7th year Gryffindor, Prefect, Seeker for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Elisabeth Virginia Potter: 15yrs old. Daughter to Harry and Ginny Potter. 5th year Gryffindor.
Ron Weasley Jr: 15yrs old. Son (adopted) to Ron Weasley.5th year Gryffindor. Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Gaby Ruth Weasley: 14yrs old. Daughter to Fred and Angelina Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Garret Richard Weasley: 14yrs old. Son to Fred and Angelina Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Faith Marie Weasley: 14yrs old. Daughter to George and Katie Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Fletcher Michael Weasley: 14yrs old. Son to George and Katie Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
(Gaby and Garret are twins. Faith and Fletcher are twins. The four love to wreak havoc in memory of their father's days at Hogwarts. Affectionately refer to themselves as: Marauders: The Next Generation)
Aradia Raven Malfoy: 16yrs old. Daughter to Draco Malfoy. Mother unknown. 6th year Slytherin. Seeker for Slytherin Quidditch team.
Shane Thomas: 17yrs old. Son to Dean and Padma Thomas. 7th year Gryffindor. Prefect.
Cael Finnegan: 17yrs old. Offspring to Seamus and Parvati Finnegan. 7th year Gryffindor.
(in JKR's books, Blaise is the unknown gender. In our story, Cael is.)
Xander Zabini: 16 years old. Son to Blaise Zabini. 6th year Slytherin. Beater for Slytherin Quidditch teams.
As more new characters develop, we will add them to this list.
A/N: Thank you to those few who reviewed. Your responses spurn us on. Also, at the bottom of this chapter you will find a 'Character Synopsis' for all of the characters already introduced...and those yet to be. If for any reason we add more characters spontaneously, we'll add their synopsis to the list at the bottom of this page. You will notice there are a great many Gryffindors...but that's what happens when all the Weasley's were Gryffindors. ENJOY!
"Severus, love?" Hermione Snape's voice rang sweetly through the air, causing Severus to look up from the stack of 7th year Veratiserum essay's he was grading.
"Yes dear?" He inquired, a slight smile spreading across his exhausted features. Hermione fell gracefully into the seat across from him and smiled sweetly at her husband -- almost too sweetly.
"Why did you take fifty points from your son last night?" Her tone remained the same, but her eyes revealed the anger building up inside her small frame.
"He was not only using magic in the halls after curfew, but he was fighting with one of my students." Severus snapped, returning his gaze to the stack of parchment before him.
"I see...fighting with one of your students..." she trailed off, causing Severus to glance up once more. "Did you ever stop to ask who started the fight?"
Severus winced, guilt flashing briefly in his eyes.
"No, I didn't find it necessary." Hermione nodded, features softening into a solemn expression.
"Did you ask why they were fighting?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact I did!" He exclaimed, throwing down his quill in exasperation. "I wasn't born yesterday! Albus didn't place me as Head of Slytherin House for nothing!"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why did they say they were fighting?" The look on Hermione's face told Severus she already knew, but she loved to watch him squirm.
"Jordan said Mr. Zabini insulted you." he admitted at last.
"Really?" Hermione, Severus thought, would make an excellent actress. "Why, praytell...did you not take points from Mr. Zabini then?"
"I had no proof."
Hermione chose this moment to quit her charade. Anger filled every feature, he face turned red in an attempt to control it.
"AND YOUR OWN SON'S WORD ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH? YOUR SON, SEVERUS, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!"
"My son," Severus began, voice rising as slowly as he pushed his body up from his seat, "is a foolish Gryffindor, who in his five years here, has caused more trouble than Mr. Potter did in all of his seven years here!"
"And every single time, Severus, he was found with a Slytherin." Hermione's voice was harsh and cold. "Did you ever stop to think that your precious Slytherins were the one's causing the trouble this whole time? DID YOU!?"
Severus was shaking, as if on the verge of tears. Pride made him hold back, as it did on many occasions such as this.
"Never the less, Hermione. Jordan was found roaming the halls after curfew and using magic on another student." Straightening, he grabbed his pile of parchment and headed for the door to his classroom. "His punishment was fair and I will not take it back."
With a whoosh, he was gone, leaving Hermione to contemplate all that had happened that night.
"You never used to hate him, Severus." she whispered to the empty room. "Damn your pride."
~*~
"Why do all my detentions end with me scrubbing all the trophies in this room?!" Jordan exclaimed to himself, throwing down his rag and surveying the Trophy Room.
"Oi! That's easy J! Because whenever Snape assigns a detention, Filch sends them here. And since all your detentions come from Snape, you always end up here!" The gleeful cackle of four familiar Weasley's reached Jordan from the doorway. Turning, he saw that it was Garret Weasley who had spoken. Behind him were his twin sister, Gaby, and his two cousins, Faith and Fletcher.
"What are you doing here?" Jordan asked, perplexed. "You don't have detention too, do you?"
"No! Of course not!" Fletcher exclaimed, stepping forward. He was grinning from ear to ear; trademark red Weasley hair flying about wildly. "Unlike some people we know, we're good at NOT getting caught!"
"Bloody hell." Jordan grumbled, retrieving his rag and turning back to the 1978 Quidditch Cup he had been scrubbing.
"Well, it looks like you have a long night ahead of you." Gaby smiled sweetly, twirling a strand of long red hair around her slim finger. "And so do we, so I guess we'll be going!"
"Off to cause more mischief...and wreak havoc wherever you can?" Jordan grinned up at the quartet, who each had mischievous glints in their eyes.
"Aren't we always?" Faith tried to look serious, but failed miserably when she broke into a wide smile. Faith was quite the tomboy, opting to cut her hair short; making it difficult to tell her and Fletcher apart.
"Spiffy." Jordan nodded. "You'll make your father's proud."
"We know!" The four chorused, breaking into a round of giggles and running out of the room before they could get caught. Laughing to himself, Jordan went back to work.
After an hour or so, and no where near being finished, Jordan heard footsteps. He glanced up at the doorway just in time to see his sister enter the room.
"Hey little bro." Taryn smiled affectionately, ruffling his hair.
"Hey Tare." Jordan smiled half-heartedly, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair to fix it. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm on my rounds." she explained. Taryn was a 7th year Ravenclaw now, and also Head Girl. "I heard about Dad giving you another detention, so I figured I'd stop by and see how you were doing."
"Aside from the splitting headache and blisters on my hands, fairly well." Taryn laughed quietly, shaking her head.
"You know J, I don't think what Dad did was right..." she trailed off, toying with a piece of her long raven black hair. "But I also don't think you should have used magic on that Zabini punk."
"He insulted Mum."
"Oh..."
"You should probably get back to your rounds now. If Filch caught you in here fraternizing with the detentionee, he'd hang you from your thumbs in the dungeons."
"I'm sorry J." Taryn stood, pulling her brother close for a quick hug. "If you ever need me, I'm there. You're my little brother and I love you...never forget that."
"I won't...and I love you too, Tare." Much to the annoyance of Jordan, Taryn swept out of the room in a frighteningly similar fashion to that of their father.
"At least someone in my family loves me." he mumbled, turning once again to his work.
~*~
R2W grinned triumphantly when he spotted Taryn walking away from the Trophy Room. Putting on a burst of speed, he ran up to the startled Head Girl.
"Give me a detention!"
Taryn looked at him like he sprouted three heads.
"Excuse me?" she inquired, checking his head for a fever.
"Please Taryn? Give me a detention?" R2W pleaded, dropping to his knees. "Preferably in the Trophy Room..."
A look of understanding donned on Taryn's face.
"Oh!" Smirking, she rolled her eyes. "Mr. Weasley! You should not be roaming the halls after curfew! 5 Points from Gryffindor and detention in the Trophy Room! Scrub all of the trophies...no magic!"
"THANK YOU!" R2W stood on his tiptoes and pecked Taryn quickly on the cheek before running off for his detention.
"Weasley's...the whole lot of them are bloody weird."
~*~
"Cripes! J! Quick! I need your help!" R2W exclaimed, rushing into the Trophy Room. Jordan looked on with confusion as R2W grabbed a dirty trophy and a rag and started cleaning it.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, dazed and confused.
"Test tomorrow...need answers." R2W answered nonchalantly.
"If Filch or one of the teachers catch you, you'll be in a heap load of trouble!"
"Taryn gave me a detention, I'm fine." R2W grinned at his best friend. "Now, question 1..."
Jordan rolled his eyes, laughing heartily.
"What are the three key ingredients for a Shrinking Potion?" R2W asked, looking annoyed as Jordan continued to laugh.
Trying to compose himself, Jordan answered the question between gasps for breath.
"Why are you laughing? I hardly find this situation funny!" R2W huffed, frowning at Jordan -- who was still laughing. "We have a Potions test tomorrow and if you don't help me, I'll fail!"
Jordan hiccuped, laughing harder at the expression on R2W's face.
"You *hic* got a *hic* detention..." Jordan clutched his sides as he fell onto the floor in a fit of hysterics, "Just so *hic* I could *hic* tutor *hic* you!"
R2W rolled his eyes and scrubbed at his trophy while he waited for Jordan to calm down.
"Bloody hell, my sides hurt now." Jordan breathed deeply once he had finally calmed down. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." R2W eyed his friend warily.
"You haven't laughed AT ALL in a long time." he pointed out, handing Jordan's fallen rag back to him.
"Yeah..." was all Jordan could think of to reply. Shaking his head, he turned back to his work, signaling that R2W should as well. As they worked, R2W shot question after question about everything Potions to Jordan; who answered them as if he had written the potions text they were studying.
After a while, R2W stopped abruptly in the midst of cleaning his Trophy.
"It *was* kinda funny...now that I think about it." He admitted, before bursting into a round of laughter himself. Still amused about the whole thing, Jordan joined in. When they had calmed down once more, the questions continued.
"I don't get it. You're a genius when it comes to potions...the very subject your father teaches, and yet he still treats you like your Professor Potter's son and not his."
"My father is a very complicated man...he has his reasons."
"Right, and I'm the bloody Queen of England." R2W scoffed, placing the last trophy on it's shelf.
"Who?!" Jordan, having been raised all his life inside Hogwarts, knew very little about the life outside it's walls.
"Never mind." R2W shrugged it off, heading for the door. Jordan followed closely behind. "They don't let you out much, do they?"
"I don't know what your talking about." Jordan answered quickly, skirting around his least favorite topic. "It's 4 in the morning and we have a test tomorrow. I'd like to get some sleep, if you don't mind."
"All right..." R2W sighed as he watched his friend run off down the hallway.
Turning the corner, R2W came to a stop in front of the portrait of the fat lady. Muttering the password (SNAPE SUCKS!) he entered the deserted common room. Exhausted, he climbed the stairs and entered his dorm. Kicking off his shoes, he glanced over at Jordan's bed.
"Snapes... the whole lot of them are bloody weird."
~*~
Character Synopsis:
Taryn Rose Snape: 17yrs old. Daughter to Severus and Hermione Snape. 7th year Ravenclaw, Head Girl.
Jordan Severus Snape: 15yrs old. Son to Severus and Hermione Snape. 5th year Gryffindor. Keeper for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Pepper Ann Potter: 17yrs old. Daughter to Harry and Ginny Potter. 7th year Gryffindor, Prefect, Seeker for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Elisabeth Virginia Potter: 15yrs old. Daughter to Harry and Ginny Potter. 5th year Gryffindor.
Ron Weasley Jr: 15yrs old. Son (adopted) to Ron Weasley.5th year Gryffindor. Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Gaby Ruth Weasley: 14yrs old. Daughter to Fred and Angelina Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Garret Richard Weasley: 14yrs old. Son to Fred and Angelina Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Faith Marie Weasley: 14yrs old. Daughter to George and Katie Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Fletcher Michael Weasley: 14yrs old. Son to George and Katie Weasley. 4th year Gryffindor. Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team.
(Gaby and Garret are twins. Faith and Fletcher are twins. The four love to wreak havoc in memory of their father's days at Hogwarts. Affectionately refer to themselves as: Marauders: The Next Generation)
Aradia Raven Malfoy: 16yrs old. Daughter to Draco Malfoy. Mother unknown. 6th year Slytherin. Seeker for Slytherin Quidditch team.
Shane Thomas: 17yrs old. Son to Dean and Padma Thomas. 7th year Gryffindor. Prefect.
Cael Finnegan: 17yrs old. Offspring to Seamus and Parvati Finnegan. 7th year Gryffindor.
(in JKR's books, Blaise is the unknown gender. In our story, Cael is.)
Xander Zabini: 16 years old. Son to Blaise Zabini. 6th year Slytherin. Beater for Slytherin Quidditch teams.
As more new characters develop, we will add them to this list.