Disclaimer: All hail JKR!
A/N: We're cracking up over here...having WAY too much fun writing this. At one point we had
Star War's scenes running through our heads, but with Taryn and Jordan instead of Luke and
Leia...and Sevvie and Voldie instead of Darth and the Emperor... "Jordan...I - am- your- father..."
"NOOOOO!!!!!" Jordan grabbed the athame, swinging it wildly in the air. His eyes popped open
in horror as he felt the blade connect with his own skin, severing his hand...
Ok, yeah, so we have WAY too much time on our hands... Anyhoo, ENJOY!
Taryn ran frantically through the woods trying to catch up with her brother. She really wasn't sure
where he had gone, or where he was going. All she knew was that she had to keep running. A
sharp sting as a thorn slapped in her face, but she paid no heed as a thin trail of crimson blood
streaked down her pale features. The distance soon caught up with her and she found herself
slowing down drastically, while trying to catch her breath. With one last desperate look about her
surroundings, she slumped to the ground.
"JORDAN!" She screamed in hopes that he would answer her. Weariness began to settle in her
bones, but she dare not give up.
"JORDAN?!" She cried out again, her voice raspy with fatigue; eyes drooping slowly closed.
"Where are you?" She whispered hoarsely, more to herself than anything else.
"I'm right here." A familiar voice drifted through the breeze, hitting her from the left side.
"Jordan!" She opened her eyes and rose to her feet. Making her way towards her brother, she
stopped suddenly; noting the cocky smirk plastered across his calm features.
"Are... Are you alright?" She asked in a concerned tone. He didn't reply right away. His whole
face seemed to soften as she watched him move towards her. He placed a icy hand on her cheek.
"Everything will be," He began as he let his hand slide softly from her cool face, "Fine." Taryn
pulled her brother into her arms. He almost seemed shocked by her reaction, but none-the-less
mimicked her thoughtful manner.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." She scolded him. "I don't care what dad says or does, I am
always going to be here for you. You're my brother!" At her gentle touch and caring voice, Jordan
seemed to melt against her weary form. Taryn gasped in shock as he ran his fingers through her
somewhat mangled hair.
"So beautiful.." He murmured gently. Taryn took a hesitant step away from her brother.
"You're soaking wet and covered in mud." She observed, eyeing his ruined pj's with distaste. "No
wonder you're delusional!"
"Taryn!" A man's deep bass rang through the forest, sounding close at hand. "Jordan!" It was only
a moment before the tall, dark haired wizard approached the disheveled pair. Unhooking the
silver clasps at his throat, Severus quickly wrapped his cloak around the two before kneeling
down in the snow. "Please, I must apologize..." he spoke quickly, gazing intently into his
children's eyes. "I cannot prove that you took the athame from my study, Jordan." He paused for a
moment, studying the boy intently. Jordan raised his eyebrows with curiosity as he folded his
arms across his chest. "All I want is the truth."
Taryn's gaze sank deep into the snow covered grown beneath her. She heard the gentle snort of
derisive laughter from her brother; sensed her father stiffen in shock.
"I did it." Jordan said, shrugging his shoulders disinterestedly. Taryn's gaze snapped up to rest
with question upon her brother. She was rather shocked that he had done such a thing; horrified
that he had admitted it.
Jordan turned quietly on his heel, retreating from the forest. For once, Severus' expectations
seemed to melt like the snow that was now beginning to fall against his skin. "Jordan..." He
called weakly after his son.
Jordan stopped abruptly, turning his head to nod curtly at his father. "Severus." His tone was like
a slap of bitter wind, dancing on the breeze has he disappeared into the shadows. This time, he
didn't turn back.
Taryn stood mutely by her father's side. Tugging at the cloak's hem, she pulled it tightly around
her shivering form. Severus rose to his feet, sliding a comforting arm about her shoulders.
Slowly, they made their way back to the castle.
~*~
Jordan walked swiftly through the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, ignoring the childish taunts
and laughter of the gathered student body. He was about to turn a corner when an unknown force
assaulted him from behind; growling with anger as his face smashed into the brick wall. "Lets
see," Xander mocked, smirking evilly. "That was for last time..." He said, grabbing Jordan's
shoulders roughly, turning him around until they were face to face.
"Leave him be!" Beth cried, running over to stand beside Jordan in his defense.
"Tut tut, Little Goody Gryffindor." Zabini tsked, pushing Beth out of the way. "I still have yet to
collect my 75% interest fee..."
Beth pushed her way in between the two males, eyes blazing with fury. "Back off, Potter! You
wouldn't want me to mess up your pretty little face..."
"This is none of your concern, Potter." Jordan spat, pushing the startled girl from his view. "I'm a
big boy, I can defend myself."
Sneering, he conjured his wand from thin air, pressing it into Xander's chest. Though he looked
at the Slytherin, he addressed Beth. "You're just like your bloody father...Always have to
interfere...Gryffindor Hero Extraordinare!" He rolled his eyes, smirking with pleasure.
"You've definitely surprised me, Snape." Xander laughed, backing away from the wand-tip." I
always thought you were a lame-ass pansy. Now I know you're just stupid." Xander withdrew his
wand from his robes. "Mud...quite becoming of you, really...although, I do think pink is more
your colour." Jordan yawned loudly as Xander transformed the Gryffindor's damp pj's into a
fluffy, pink rabbit costume. The gathered students burst into laughter, pointing as one fuzzy ear
flopped in front of Jordan's face. "Look at the cute, pink Gryffindor!" Xander howled with
laughter, clutching his stomach as Jordan raised his eyebrows.
"That can be rectified." He stared unblinking as he waved his wand in the air; smirking with
delight as the costume wrapped itself around the Slytherin's body, Xander's own school robes
covering himself; smirking with delight as the two exchanged clothes, fuzzy rabbit ear now
dangling in the startled Slytherin's face.
"If I'm not mistaken, I do believe you've scheduled an appearance in the Great Hall..." Jordan
trailed off, eyes flashing a crimson red as he locked gazes with Zabini. "Dancing on the Slytherin
table..."
"Uh..."
"Well? Hop to it!"
"Ok!" Xander squeaked, turning to hop off down the hall. The crowd of students followed,
laughing hysterically and paying Jordan no heed. Beth stood firmly in her spot, however; glaring
at Jordan with contempt.
"You can't go to lunch looking so...so...." She trailed off, sputtering with rage. " So Slytherin!"
"I haven't any time to change." Jordan shrugged, moving to follow the disappearing crowd.
"Unless you have any better ideas..." He winked at her, grinning as she turned a shade of deep
scarlet. "That's what I thought." He said when she made no move to reply. Beth found herself
smiling with guilty pleasure as she watched his retreating form. It was a moment before she
snapped from her daze and hurried after the lone figure.
When they reached the Great Hall, it was to find the whole of the student body gathered around
the Slytherin table, watching with morbid fascination as Xander performed a rather racy number,
slowly peeling off layers of the rabbit costume. Professors found themselves frozen with horror,
unable to do anything.
Jordan watched with amusement, not noticing the students and staff who were eyeing his
Slytherin robes with curiosity. It wasn't too long after Xander was nearing the end, did Severus
and Hermione enter the hall. Both stopped abruptly, shocked and somewhat appalled. Hermione
let out a chuckle. Severus; however, leaned his head forward, as if he were unable to see the sight
before his eyes clearly.
Finally, Professor McGonnagal was able to shake out of her daze, moving stealthily forward to
plow through the gathered students. She was able to stop Xander just before the last of his
clothing (boxer-briefs) met the floor. As she ushered the confused boy away, Jordan began
clapping loudly. As he did, he was joined by his classmates, who added catcalls and whistles as
McGonnagal hurried him through the open door.
"Jordan!" Hermione's shocked voice rang through the hall, effectively stopping all chatter. "Why
on EARTH are you wearing Slytherin robes?!"
"Mr. Xabini was gracious enough to offer me his uniform in exchange for my rather...horrendous
choice in attire." Jordan nodded towards the pile of discarded rabbit clothes. "Though at the time
they didn't seem quite as...furry."
Hermione sputtered, watching as her son sat gracefully at the Slytherin table, digging into a pile
of food before him.
"I don't believe it." Severus muttered, rubbing his temples.
"What? You don't very well expect me to eat with Gryffindors when I clearly exude the very
essence of Slytherin." It was said with an air of innocence, leaving the subject closed for no
further discussion.
Albus made his way slowly over to the couple, stopping briefly to glance with concern at his
godson.
"I expect you will be wearing your proper attire and sitting at your proper table by dinner this
evening, Mr. Snape." It was more of a command that a question, to which Jordan rolled his eyes
and nodded curtly.
"That is, if I'm still here by dinner time." Jordan muttered to himself as he glared at
his empty plate with shining red eyes. "Start saying your goodbyes."
A/N: We're cracking up over here...having WAY too much fun writing this. At one point we had
Star War's scenes running through our heads, but with Taryn and Jordan instead of Luke and
Leia...and Sevvie and Voldie instead of Darth and the Emperor... "Jordan...I - am- your- father..."
"NOOOOO!!!!!" Jordan grabbed the athame, swinging it wildly in the air. His eyes popped open
in horror as he felt the blade connect with his own skin, severing his hand...
Ok, yeah, so we have WAY too much time on our hands... Anyhoo, ENJOY!
Taryn ran frantically through the woods trying to catch up with her brother. She really wasn't sure
where he had gone, or where he was going. All she knew was that she had to keep running. A
sharp sting as a thorn slapped in her face, but she paid no heed as a thin trail of crimson blood
streaked down her pale features. The distance soon caught up with her and she found herself
slowing down drastically, while trying to catch her breath. With one last desperate look about her
surroundings, she slumped to the ground.
"JORDAN!" She screamed in hopes that he would answer her. Weariness began to settle in her
bones, but she dare not give up.
"JORDAN?!" She cried out again, her voice raspy with fatigue; eyes drooping slowly closed.
"Where are you?" She whispered hoarsely, more to herself than anything else.
"I'm right here." A familiar voice drifted through the breeze, hitting her from the left side.
"Jordan!" She opened her eyes and rose to her feet. Making her way towards her brother, she
stopped suddenly; noting the cocky smirk plastered across his calm features.
"Are... Are you alright?" She asked in a concerned tone. He didn't reply right away. His whole
face seemed to soften as she watched him move towards her. He placed a icy hand on her cheek.
"Everything will be," He began as he let his hand slide softly from her cool face, "Fine." Taryn
pulled her brother into her arms. He almost seemed shocked by her reaction, but none-the-less
mimicked her thoughtful manner.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." She scolded him. "I don't care what dad says or does, I am
always going to be here for you. You're my brother!" At her gentle touch and caring voice, Jordan
seemed to melt against her weary form. Taryn gasped in shock as he ran his fingers through her
somewhat mangled hair.
"So beautiful.." He murmured gently. Taryn took a hesitant step away from her brother.
"You're soaking wet and covered in mud." She observed, eyeing his ruined pj's with distaste. "No
wonder you're delusional!"
"Taryn!" A man's deep bass rang through the forest, sounding close at hand. "Jordan!" It was only
a moment before the tall, dark haired wizard approached the disheveled pair. Unhooking the
silver clasps at his throat, Severus quickly wrapped his cloak around the two before kneeling
down in the snow. "Please, I must apologize..." he spoke quickly, gazing intently into his
children's eyes. "I cannot prove that you took the athame from my study, Jordan." He paused for a
moment, studying the boy intently. Jordan raised his eyebrows with curiosity as he folded his
arms across his chest. "All I want is the truth."
Taryn's gaze sank deep into the snow covered grown beneath her. She heard the gentle snort of
derisive laughter from her brother; sensed her father stiffen in shock.
"I did it." Jordan said, shrugging his shoulders disinterestedly. Taryn's gaze snapped up to rest
with question upon her brother. She was rather shocked that he had done such a thing; horrified
that he had admitted it.
Jordan turned quietly on his heel, retreating from the forest. For once, Severus' expectations
seemed to melt like the snow that was now beginning to fall against his skin. "Jordan..." He
called weakly after his son.
Jordan stopped abruptly, turning his head to nod curtly at his father. "Severus." His tone was like
a slap of bitter wind, dancing on the breeze has he disappeared into the shadows. This time, he
didn't turn back.
Taryn stood mutely by her father's side. Tugging at the cloak's hem, she pulled it tightly around
her shivering form. Severus rose to his feet, sliding a comforting arm about her shoulders.
Slowly, they made their way back to the castle.
~*~
Jordan walked swiftly through the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, ignoring the childish taunts
and laughter of the gathered student body. He was about to turn a corner when an unknown force
assaulted him from behind; growling with anger as his face smashed into the brick wall. "Lets
see," Xander mocked, smirking evilly. "That was for last time..." He said, grabbing Jordan's
shoulders roughly, turning him around until they were face to face.
"Leave him be!" Beth cried, running over to stand beside Jordan in his defense.
"Tut tut, Little Goody Gryffindor." Zabini tsked, pushing Beth out of the way. "I still have yet to
collect my 75% interest fee..."
Beth pushed her way in between the two males, eyes blazing with fury. "Back off, Potter! You
wouldn't want me to mess up your pretty little face..."
"This is none of your concern, Potter." Jordan spat, pushing the startled girl from his view. "I'm a
big boy, I can defend myself."
Sneering, he conjured his wand from thin air, pressing it into Xander's chest. Though he looked
at the Slytherin, he addressed Beth. "You're just like your bloody father...Always have to
interfere...Gryffindor Hero Extraordinare!" He rolled his eyes, smirking with pleasure.
"You've definitely surprised me, Snape." Xander laughed, backing away from the wand-tip." I
always thought you were a lame-ass pansy. Now I know you're just stupid." Xander withdrew his
wand from his robes. "Mud...quite becoming of you, really...although, I do think pink is more
your colour." Jordan yawned loudly as Xander transformed the Gryffindor's damp pj's into a
fluffy, pink rabbit costume. The gathered students burst into laughter, pointing as one fuzzy ear
flopped in front of Jordan's face. "Look at the cute, pink Gryffindor!" Xander howled with
laughter, clutching his stomach as Jordan raised his eyebrows.
"That can be rectified." He stared unblinking as he waved his wand in the air; smirking with
delight as the costume wrapped itself around the Slytherin's body, Xander's own school robes
covering himself; smirking with delight as the two exchanged clothes, fuzzy rabbit ear now
dangling in the startled Slytherin's face.
"If I'm not mistaken, I do believe you've scheduled an appearance in the Great Hall..." Jordan
trailed off, eyes flashing a crimson red as he locked gazes with Zabini. "Dancing on the Slytherin
table..."
"Uh..."
"Well? Hop to it!"
"Ok!" Xander squeaked, turning to hop off down the hall. The crowd of students followed,
laughing hysterically and paying Jordan no heed. Beth stood firmly in her spot, however; glaring
at Jordan with contempt.
"You can't go to lunch looking so...so...." She trailed off, sputtering with rage. " So Slytherin!"
"I haven't any time to change." Jordan shrugged, moving to follow the disappearing crowd.
"Unless you have any better ideas..." He winked at her, grinning as she turned a shade of deep
scarlet. "That's what I thought." He said when she made no move to reply. Beth found herself
smiling with guilty pleasure as she watched his retreating form. It was a moment before she
snapped from her daze and hurried after the lone figure.
When they reached the Great Hall, it was to find the whole of the student body gathered around
the Slytherin table, watching with morbid fascination as Xander performed a rather racy number,
slowly peeling off layers of the rabbit costume. Professors found themselves frozen with horror,
unable to do anything.
Jordan watched with amusement, not noticing the students and staff who were eyeing his
Slytherin robes with curiosity. It wasn't too long after Xander was nearing the end, did Severus
and Hermione enter the hall. Both stopped abruptly, shocked and somewhat appalled. Hermione
let out a chuckle. Severus; however, leaned his head forward, as if he were unable to see the sight
before his eyes clearly.
Finally, Professor McGonnagal was able to shake out of her daze, moving stealthily forward to
plow through the gathered students. She was able to stop Xander just before the last of his
clothing (boxer-briefs) met the floor. As she ushered the confused boy away, Jordan began
clapping loudly. As he did, he was joined by his classmates, who added catcalls and whistles as
McGonnagal hurried him through the open door.
"Jordan!" Hermione's shocked voice rang through the hall, effectively stopping all chatter. "Why
on EARTH are you wearing Slytherin robes?!"
"Mr. Xabini was gracious enough to offer me his uniform in exchange for my rather...horrendous
choice in attire." Jordan nodded towards the pile of discarded rabbit clothes. "Though at the time
they didn't seem quite as...furry."
Hermione sputtered, watching as her son sat gracefully at the Slytherin table, digging into a pile
of food before him.
"I don't believe it." Severus muttered, rubbing his temples.
"What? You don't very well expect me to eat with Gryffindors when I clearly exude the very
essence of Slytherin." It was said with an air of innocence, leaving the subject closed for no
further discussion.
Albus made his way slowly over to the couple, stopping briefly to glance with concern at his
godson.
"I expect you will be wearing your proper attire and sitting at your proper table by dinner this
evening, Mr. Snape." It was more of a command that a question, to which Jordan rolled his eyes
and nodded curtly.
"That is, if I'm still here by dinner time." Jordan muttered to himself as he glared at
his empty plate with shining red eyes. "Start saying your goodbyes."