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Hermione pulled the last of the chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, gliding them carefully
onto a plate. Severus picked up one of the cookies and bit into it.
"Why must those little miscreants stay down here tonight?" He asked with his mouth full. "They
can always walk down for breakfast." He wrapped his arm around his wife. "That way we can be
alone."
"I'd feel safer with them down here. Especially after what you said happened." She leaned into
his embrace.
"Sometimes I wish it were normal for a teenager's eyes to glow red." Severus sighed, stuffing the
last bit of cookie into his mouth. Wiping the crumbs from his fingers, he drew his other arm
about his wife's middle.
"Speaking of which, if you continue eating those cookies, Jordan probably won't speak to you."
Hermione turned to face Severus, placing her hands on his shoulders. He leaned his head down to
rub noses with her.
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Severus!"
"I love you." He smirked as he kissed her forehead. Taryn and Jordan chose that moment to step
into the kitchen. Hermione made her way to her children, giving them each a hug and a kiss.
"I made some cookies for you."
"COOKIES!" Jordan's eyes widened as he dashed towards the plate. Taryn watched her brother in
amusement.
"I don't want you eating too many of those, Jordan." Severus spoke up. He was now seating
himself in a chair at the head of the small table that occupied the center of the kitchen. Jordan
frowned at his father.
"How many did you have?" Jordan asked his father. Hermione laughed.
"Too many, J, too many." Severus rolled his eyes at the comment. Hermione ruffled her son's hair
as she made her way to the cabinet. Taryn made her way to the small fridge to retrieve a bottle of
milk. Hermione returned to the table, placing two glasses down for Taryn to fill with milk.
"How late will you and dad be?" Taryn questioned, grabbing for a cookie.
"I'm not sure Tare." She paused, furrowing her eyebrows in thought. "Not too long. Though you
two will probably be asleep by the time we get back." Hermione smiled warmly at her daughter,
who was nodding in affirmation.
"We should be leaving now, in fact. If you need anything, you know what to do." Severus placed
a quick peck on his children's heads before following Hermione out of the kitchen. Just a few
seconds later, he returned.
"Cookie." Was all he said as he grabbed a cookie from the plate and fled off in the direction he
had came. Taryn and Jordan laughed to themselves.
"I wonder what they want to talk to us about." Taryn spoke out of no where, reaching for a cookie
and her glass of milk.
"I have no idea." Jordan said, sipping from his own glass. Setting the glass down, he added,
"Maybe the Athame?"
"You have a milk mustache." Taryn pointed out, trying not to laugh. "Got milk?"
"Huh?!"
"It's some muggle commercial I saw while at Gram and Gramps this Christmas." Taryn
explained, handing the younger boy a napkin.
"Oh."
"So, you and Dad are getting along better now?" Taryn inquired, nibbling at the edges of her
cookie.
"Huh?" Jordan raised his eyebrows, chocolate specks around his mouth.
"He kissed you on the forehead..." Taryn grabbed a napkin, reaching across the table to wipe off
her brother's face. Growling, he pushed her hand away and cleaned the mess himself.
"Oh... Yeah. No. I mean-"
"What was he talking to you about earlier?" She cut him off while bringing her empty glass to the
sink. Jordan paused, contemplating the question.
"He assumes I'm going down the wrong path." Jordan answered, rolling his eyes and stuffing a
cookie in each of his pant's pockets.
"Well, that's convenient." Taryn remarked, pointing at the bulging pockets. "Now you can have
lint cookies where ever you go!" She laughed at her own joke, receiving a scowl from her
brother. "Why do you do that, anyways?"
"Do what?" Jordan stood, placing his own empty glass in the sink.
"Stuff cookies in your pockets!"
"So I have them for later." He answered nonchalantly, walking through the open doorway and
into the livingroom. Taryn cocked her head to the side, watching her brother's retreating form.
She stood, seeming to consider something for a moment, before reaching over to the plate of
cookies and stuffing a couple in her pockets. With a satisfied nod, she followed Jordan.
~*~
"I have asked you all here this evening to discuss a most disturbing issue." Albus spoke gravely,
looking at the six people in front of him. "It is regarding the safety of your children."
"What?!" Ginny squealed, nearly jumping out of her seat.
"I understand that this is most shocking," Albus continued, peering over his moon-rimmed
glasses at the young woman, "but it is non-the-less true." He paused a moment to collect his
thoughts before continuing. "Now, this may not affect you or your boy, Mr. Weasley, but it's best
that we leave nothing to chance." Ron nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Albus, what's going on?" Harry inquired, anxious to get to the point.
"There is a chance," Albus paused, clearing his throat, "that Voldemort may be lurking within
these halls."
"Excuse me?" Harry shook his head, black hair flying wildly about. "Did I hear you correctly?
Did you just say Voldemort?"
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Potter." Albus nodded solemnly, noting the shocked expressions on all but
Severus and Hermione's faces.
"Poppycock! We took care of him!" Draco protested, slamming his fist on the round conference
table.
"Not necessarily." Severus quipped, eyeing the blonde man. "We killed his body, yes; but we
neglected the fact that his soul may have escaped yet again."
"But I Avada'd him!" Draco whined, folding his arms across his chest. "No one live's when
they're Avada'd; except Harry that is, but his mother died to save him!"
"Precisely." Albus interrupted, eyes shining brilliantly. "And if you recall, Mr. Malfoy; when
Voldemort was resurrected, Harry's blood was used." Understanding donned on the faces around
the room. "The ancient magic that once protected Harry, served the same purpose for Voldemort,
but to a lesser extent. Where Harry survived intact, Voldemort escaped with naught but his soul."
"So what does any of this have to do with our children?" Hermione asked, her piercing gaze
penetrating the Headmaster's resolve. "Do you really think he would go after the them, Albus?
His quarrel is with us, not them."
"I'm afraid he already has, Hermione." Albus looked weary; his many years now apparent in his
tired expression.
"The children would have told us if something was going on!" Ginny exclaimed, fighting back
the tears that threatened to spew forth.
"Exactly!" Ron added furiously, refusing to believe everything that was being said.
"I agree." Draco added, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. "I mean, they certainly have no
qualms about discussing sex with us, no matter how inappropriate it may be." He shuddered
visibly as he remembered the meeting he had been a part of earlier that day. "If those topics are
easy to discuss with us, I'm almost certain they would discuss other things of a more serious
nature."
"All right." Hermione said softly, raising her eyes to stare intently at everyone. "Now that we
know he is, indeed, alive; how did he get into the school?"
"How do you know he's in the school?!" Harry bellowed, gripping the arms of his chair tightly.
"I heard him, Mr. Potter." Severus ground out, suddenly feeling the beginnings of a migraine
coming on. "I told him that he couldn't have Jordan, and he laughed..." he broke off suddenly,
choking back a sob. "And he said, 'That's what you think'."
"Oh..."
"And how else do you explain Slytherin's Athame turning up in the hands of my fifteen year old
son?" Hermione added quietly, leaning her head against her husbands shoulder and wiping
silently at the tears that were spilling down her face.
"Slytherin's Athame?" Harry questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you mean, like I have
Gryffindor's Sword, Jordan has Slytherin's Athame?"
"Had." Severus corrected, but nodded in affirmation to the other question. "I took it from him this
morning." He explained, unconsciously rubbing his wife's back. "It's locked in a vault in my
study." Albus sighed, rubbing his palms together as he addressed the group.
"Then for now, we are safe."
~*~
"Welcome, my loyal servant." The voice hissed, filling the empty void. It was pitch black,
seamless, with a slight wind rustling through the air.
"Nice void you have here." Jordan smirked, spinning in circles to inspect the space more
thoroughly.
"Yessss, quite."
"Now, why am I here?" Jordan asked, sitting cross-legged on what he assumed was the
bottomless pit's floor. (A/N: Note the irony. *smirk*)
"You are here because the world around you rejected you." Came the harsh reply. Scenes of
Jordan's many fights and altercations flashed before his eyes. "You have no friends...you have no
family." A cold shiver ran down his spine as Jordan re-lived the pain. "I am your family - I am
your father."
A vision of Severus filled Jordan's mind, and his face contorted in confused pain.
"No..he's my..."
"You're what?" The voice mocked, laughing quietly.
"My.."
"A man whom you can't even stand to call your father? A man who understands nothing of your
great potential?"
"But..." Jordan trailed off, balling his hands into fists.
"Jordan..."
"What?" He ground out, jumping to his feet.
"I can give you whatever your heart desires." The voice hissed close to his ear. "Fame, glory,
power...love." A picture of Beth filled the void, and Jordan felt his knees going weak. "What is it
that you want?"
Jordan lifted a hand to his stomach as he felt it rumble from hunger. Looking up, he saw the
Athame glittering before him; urging him to reach out his hand and take it.
"I-"
"Yes?"
"I want..." Jordan reached out, brushing his fingers along the beautiful hilt; but instead of
wrapping his slim fingers about it, he let his hand fall to his side. "I want a cookie."
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Hermione pulled the last of the chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, gliding them carefully
onto a plate. Severus picked up one of the cookies and bit into it.
"Why must those little miscreants stay down here tonight?" He asked with his mouth full. "They
can always walk down for breakfast." He wrapped his arm around his wife. "That way we can be
alone."
"I'd feel safer with them down here. Especially after what you said happened." She leaned into
his embrace.
"Sometimes I wish it were normal for a teenager's eyes to glow red." Severus sighed, stuffing the
last bit of cookie into his mouth. Wiping the crumbs from his fingers, he drew his other arm
about his wife's middle.
"Speaking of which, if you continue eating those cookies, Jordan probably won't speak to you."
Hermione turned to face Severus, placing her hands on his shoulders. He leaned his head down to
rub noses with her.
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Severus!"
"I love you." He smirked as he kissed her forehead. Taryn and Jordan chose that moment to step
into the kitchen. Hermione made her way to her children, giving them each a hug and a kiss.
"I made some cookies for you."
"COOKIES!" Jordan's eyes widened as he dashed towards the plate. Taryn watched her brother in
amusement.
"I don't want you eating too many of those, Jordan." Severus spoke up. He was now seating
himself in a chair at the head of the small table that occupied the center of the kitchen. Jordan
frowned at his father.
"How many did you have?" Jordan asked his father. Hermione laughed.
"Too many, J, too many." Severus rolled his eyes at the comment. Hermione ruffled her son's hair
as she made her way to the cabinet. Taryn made her way to the small fridge to retrieve a bottle of
milk. Hermione returned to the table, placing two glasses down for Taryn to fill with milk.
"How late will you and dad be?" Taryn questioned, grabbing for a cookie.
"I'm not sure Tare." She paused, furrowing her eyebrows in thought. "Not too long. Though you
two will probably be asleep by the time we get back." Hermione smiled warmly at her daughter,
who was nodding in affirmation.
"We should be leaving now, in fact. If you need anything, you know what to do." Severus placed
a quick peck on his children's heads before following Hermione out of the kitchen. Just a few
seconds later, he returned.
"Cookie." Was all he said as he grabbed a cookie from the plate and fled off in the direction he
had came. Taryn and Jordan laughed to themselves.
"I wonder what they want to talk to us about." Taryn spoke out of no where, reaching for a cookie
and her glass of milk.
"I have no idea." Jordan said, sipping from his own glass. Setting the glass down, he added,
"Maybe the Athame?"
"You have a milk mustache." Taryn pointed out, trying not to laugh. "Got milk?"
"Huh?!"
"It's some muggle commercial I saw while at Gram and Gramps this Christmas." Taryn
explained, handing the younger boy a napkin.
"Oh."
"So, you and Dad are getting along better now?" Taryn inquired, nibbling at the edges of her
cookie.
"Huh?" Jordan raised his eyebrows, chocolate specks around his mouth.
"He kissed you on the forehead..." Taryn grabbed a napkin, reaching across the table to wipe off
her brother's face. Growling, he pushed her hand away and cleaned the mess himself.
"Oh... Yeah. No. I mean-"
"What was he talking to you about earlier?" She cut him off while bringing her empty glass to the
sink. Jordan paused, contemplating the question.
"He assumes I'm going down the wrong path." Jordan answered, rolling his eyes and stuffing a
cookie in each of his pant's pockets.
"Well, that's convenient." Taryn remarked, pointing at the bulging pockets. "Now you can have
lint cookies where ever you go!" She laughed at her own joke, receiving a scowl from her
brother. "Why do you do that, anyways?"
"Do what?" Jordan stood, placing his own empty glass in the sink.
"Stuff cookies in your pockets!"
"So I have them for later." He answered nonchalantly, walking through the open doorway and
into the livingroom. Taryn cocked her head to the side, watching her brother's retreating form.
She stood, seeming to consider something for a moment, before reaching over to the plate of
cookies and stuffing a couple in her pockets. With a satisfied nod, she followed Jordan.
~*~
"I have asked you all here this evening to discuss a most disturbing issue." Albus spoke gravely,
looking at the six people in front of him. "It is regarding the safety of your children."
"What?!" Ginny squealed, nearly jumping out of her seat.
"I understand that this is most shocking," Albus continued, peering over his moon-rimmed
glasses at the young woman, "but it is non-the-less true." He paused a moment to collect his
thoughts before continuing. "Now, this may not affect you or your boy, Mr. Weasley, but it's best
that we leave nothing to chance." Ron nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Albus, what's going on?" Harry inquired, anxious to get to the point.
"There is a chance," Albus paused, clearing his throat, "that Voldemort may be lurking within
these halls."
"Excuse me?" Harry shook his head, black hair flying wildly about. "Did I hear you correctly?
Did you just say Voldemort?"
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Potter." Albus nodded solemnly, noting the shocked expressions on all but
Severus and Hermione's faces.
"Poppycock! We took care of him!" Draco protested, slamming his fist on the round conference
table.
"Not necessarily." Severus quipped, eyeing the blonde man. "We killed his body, yes; but we
neglected the fact that his soul may have escaped yet again."
"But I Avada'd him!" Draco whined, folding his arms across his chest. "No one live's when
they're Avada'd; except Harry that is, but his mother died to save him!"
"Precisely." Albus interrupted, eyes shining brilliantly. "And if you recall, Mr. Malfoy; when
Voldemort was resurrected, Harry's blood was used." Understanding donned on the faces around
the room. "The ancient magic that once protected Harry, served the same purpose for Voldemort,
but to a lesser extent. Where Harry survived intact, Voldemort escaped with naught but his soul."
"So what does any of this have to do with our children?" Hermione asked, her piercing gaze
penetrating the Headmaster's resolve. "Do you really think he would go after the them, Albus?
His quarrel is with us, not them."
"I'm afraid he already has, Hermione." Albus looked weary; his many years now apparent in his
tired expression.
"The children would have told us if something was going on!" Ginny exclaimed, fighting back
the tears that threatened to spew forth.
"Exactly!" Ron added furiously, refusing to believe everything that was being said.
"I agree." Draco added, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. "I mean, they certainly have no
qualms about discussing sex with us, no matter how inappropriate it may be." He shuddered
visibly as he remembered the meeting he had been a part of earlier that day. "If those topics are
easy to discuss with us, I'm almost certain they would discuss other things of a more serious
nature."
"All right." Hermione said softly, raising her eyes to stare intently at everyone. "Now that we
know he is, indeed, alive; how did he get into the school?"
"How do you know he's in the school?!" Harry bellowed, gripping the arms of his chair tightly.
"I heard him, Mr. Potter." Severus ground out, suddenly feeling the beginnings of a migraine
coming on. "I told him that he couldn't have Jordan, and he laughed..." he broke off suddenly,
choking back a sob. "And he said, 'That's what you think'."
"Oh..."
"And how else do you explain Slytherin's Athame turning up in the hands of my fifteen year old
son?" Hermione added quietly, leaning her head against her husbands shoulder and wiping
silently at the tears that were spilling down her face.
"Slytherin's Athame?" Harry questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you mean, like I have
Gryffindor's Sword, Jordan has Slytherin's Athame?"
"Had." Severus corrected, but nodded in affirmation to the other question. "I took it from him this
morning." He explained, unconsciously rubbing his wife's back. "It's locked in a vault in my
study." Albus sighed, rubbing his palms together as he addressed the group.
"Then for now, we are safe."
~*~
"Welcome, my loyal servant." The voice hissed, filling the empty void. It was pitch black,
seamless, with a slight wind rustling through the air.
"Nice void you have here." Jordan smirked, spinning in circles to inspect the space more
thoroughly.
"Yessss, quite."
"Now, why am I here?" Jordan asked, sitting cross-legged on what he assumed was the
bottomless pit's floor. (A/N: Note the irony. *smirk*)
"You are here because the world around you rejected you." Came the harsh reply. Scenes of
Jordan's many fights and altercations flashed before his eyes. "You have no friends...you have no
family." A cold shiver ran down his spine as Jordan re-lived the pain. "I am your family - I am
your father."
A vision of Severus filled Jordan's mind, and his face contorted in confused pain.
"No..he's my..."
"You're what?" The voice mocked, laughing quietly.
"My.."
"A man whom you can't even stand to call your father? A man who understands nothing of your
great potential?"
"But..." Jordan trailed off, balling his hands into fists.
"Jordan..."
"What?" He ground out, jumping to his feet.
"I can give you whatever your heart desires." The voice hissed close to his ear. "Fame, glory,
power...love." A picture of Beth filled the void, and Jordan felt his knees going weak. "What is it
that you want?"
Jordan lifted a hand to his stomach as he felt it rumble from hunger. Looking up, he saw the
Athame glittering before him; urging him to reach out his hand and take it.
"I-"
"Yes?"
"I want..." Jordan reached out, brushing his fingers along the beautiful hilt; but instead of
wrapping his slim fingers about it, he let his hand fall to his side. "I want a cookie."