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S-A: It does explain all.

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…….: Very sorry. But the cussing kind of goes along with Harry being raised on the streets.

Not Myself by Saerry Snape

Chapter 176 – Rabid Discussions

"He did what?" exploded Mika when Harry told him, Draco, and Thomas what he'd found out.

"Yeah," growled Harry, his eyes flickering between green and black. "He knew. And he did nothing."

"I'll kill him."

"The hell you will," snapped Draco. "I want to do it."

"Children, children," scolded Thomas. "Three people is better than one."

"Ah, a voice of reason," said Harry.

Thomas shrugged and said, "Its what I do. I also know what its like to know something and not be able to tell anyone."

"Huh?" said Draco.

"Tyls, fifth year, Imperius," offered Mika as explanation.

"Ah."

"Being forced to not reveal something is nowhere close to choosing not to reveal it," said Harry.

"Its close."

"But not a match," said Mika. He growled, the sound far too low to even be considered human, and hissed, "I can't believe the audacity of him. Do you think I could skive off the Wolfsbane and eat him?"

Harry fixed the werewolf with a piercing glare and he wilted.

"Just an idea…"

"Not a bloody good one," growled Harry. "My Da nearly got eaten by a werewolf in his fifth year. The idea of one of my best friends doing as such is disgusting."

"You mean Lupin?" asked Draco.

"Yes."

"Could we get him?"

Harry turned his glare on the blonde now, who shrank away.

"Dear Merlin, Harry, stop that. You have no idea how scary you are when you do that."

The dark-haired boy arched an eyebrow then said, "On the contrary, I know exactly how scary each of my expressions are."

"Don't tell me you practice them in the mirror," moaned Draco.

Harry just snorted at that, a wry grin twisting his lips. Then his expression sobered and he said, "Da isn't going to like this."

"No one who hears this is going to like this," growled Mika. "Dumbledore's not supposed to do things like this! He's supposed to protect us!"

"Looks like we're going to have to do the protecting ourselves," said Thomas, causing Draco to glance at Harry.

Harry nodded and said, "And we will. Now I've got to go tell Da."

"Want some company?" asked Draco.

"Not unless you want to see how he reacts."

"Is it going to be bad?"

Harry gave the blonde an oddly open look before he said, "Drake, his reaction is likely to make mine look like a pin prick in comparison."

"Oh. I think I'll stay."

"Thought so. Oh, and Mik?"

"Yeah?" grumbled the werewolf, sensing what was coming.

"Don't attempt to kill Dumbledore."

"Oh fine. Ruin all my fun."

Harry shook his head and clapped the white-haired young werewolf on the shoulder before he slipped out of the classroom they'd been talking in and headed towards his father's rooms.

"I know you had something to do with this!"

"Damnit all, Eti, will you listen for one second? I told you, I'm as good as considered a traitor to Voldemort."

"Right. Like I believe that."

Harry rolled his eyes as he pushed the bookshelf aside so he could enter his father's rooms. Etienne whipped around and narrowed his eyes at his nephew as the young wizard entered. Beyond the blonde wizard, Severus frowned curiously at his son.

"Harry?"

"Sorry to interrupt the slinging match," said Harry in a tone that said he was not at all sorry. "But I thought you'd want to know what our dear Headmaster has done now."

"What do you know of Dumbledore's affairs, boy?" snapped Etienne.

Severus fixed his younger brother with a scowl and spat, "Hold your tongue, Eti. Now what is this about Albus, Harry?"

"You know the attacks on the Muggleborns?"

"Yes," replied Severus, his dark eyes flickering with sadness.

"Our esteemed Headmaster knew it was going to happen."

"What?!" exploded Severus, causing several jars about the room to rattle.. "He knew? And he did nothing to protect the families?"

Harry's upper lip curled in disgust as he sneered, "A necessary sacrifice according to him."

"That can't be," gasped Etienne. "Dumbledore wouldn't…"

"I assure you, he would," growled Severus. "Albus was not a Slytherin for nothing."

"But…he…"

"Brother, I beg you, do not be naive. That old wizard would very well do such as thing as this." Severus looked at his son and asked, "How is Niamh?"

"She seemed to be getting back on track then she learned this…" Harry trailed off as a murderous glint came into his eyes. "If it didn't go against my morals, I'd kill him just for hurting her."

"And I would gladly join you," said Severus. "But you are correct. We need him and his damned conniving ways."

Etienne looked between the two Snape's before he gasped, "You two are serious. The last of the Snape's against Albus Dumbledore? Is that what you are suggesting?"

Severus frowned at him and hissed, "Do not forget that you are a Snape as well, Eti. In blood if not in name."

"I'm also a Malfoy."

"So is young Draco, who is also a Black. Merlin knows all the old aristocratic lines are blended together time and time over with no thought to what could happen as the blending continues. Look at the damned Muggle royal family."

"Da…" began Harry only to have his father wave him off.

"Yes, yes, I know. Off track. Nevermind the blood. And no, Eti, I am not suggesting we strike out against Albus. I may be half mad from service to Voldemort and to that old man but I am not ready for the St. Mungo's ward quite yet!"

"Are you quite done?" asked Etienne.

Severus frowned before he said, "Yes. Do you have something to say?"

Etienne frowned back at him for a long moment. Then he asked, "How can I help?"

"You're willing?"

"I daresay I'll regret it tomorrow," sighed Etienne. "But, yes, I am willing. Though remember that I haven't forgiven you for anything."

"How could I forget?" asked Severus. "Now, Harry, have you told anyone else?"

"Just Mik, Drake, and Tom. Through them it'll probably only get to Gin, Herm, Ron, Nev, and Amanda."

"The normal circle then. My only warning is for none of you to do anything drastic."

Harry snorted and said, "We'll have to chain half of them down."

Severus gave a humorless smile at that.

"I hope not. As for you, Eti, I want you to keep an eye on Albus."

"Ah, so now I am the spy."

"Yes."

"Very well. I live to serve, dear brother."

"Don't humor me," growled Severus.

"Of course not."

"You think the two of you can keep up that civil manner?" asked Harry as he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at his father and uncle. "Its really not that thrilling to come in and hear you two slinging insults fit to make a sailor blush at each other."

The two men looked at him for a moment before they looked at each other.

Etienne frowned and said, "I suppose I can try to remain civil…"

Severus smiled grimly at that.

"I know I can achieve it. Now…anything else?"

"Drake's dating Hermione," blurted Harry, smirking as twin sets of dark eyes widened.

"You are not serious," gasped Etienne.

"I'm quite serious."

"How long?" asked Severus.

Harry smirked as he replied, "Since last year."

"And I missed it? I really must work on noticing more…"

"Hey, I never noticed it either and I live in the same room as him."

"Heh," said Etienne. "Well, I must be going now. That idiot of a Minister wishes to have words with me."

"About what?" asked Severus.

Etienne smiled wryly as he replied, " 'Poisoning students minds' as he put it. Apparently my seventh year students have no right to be studying creatures as Dark as the Darcorn and Thestral."

Harry snorted at the idea of Darcorn's or Thestral's being Dark creatures. Severus sent a small smile in his son's direction.

"You'll find that there are many fools in our Ministry," he said slowly. "Our Minister being the topmost of them."

Etienne snorted in agreement and sighed, "Dealing with such fools makes me wish I had never left France. But no matter. Perhaps I can get him off my back."

"Use a little Snape charm," offered Severus, a smirk twisting his lips. "It always seems to work for me."

"You mean glare, sneer, and scar him with my scathing tongue?"

"That's the one."

Etienne smirked and said, "That is exactly what I had in mind. Good day."

As soon as he vanished through the passage behind the bookshelf, Harry looked at his father and said, "That was an odd change in tune."

Severus chuckled and smiled at his son.

"You'll find that Eti is not all bitterness and anger."

"Much like you?"

Severus' smile turned wistful at that.

"Yes," he said softly, "my little brother is much like me. Perhaps too much."

Harry grinned slightly and said, "What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Am I like you?"

"Humphf! You've got too much of your mother in you for your own good, you scamp."

"You mean 'noble, Gryffindor stupidity?' "

"Correct."

"Aw, and here I thought I was all snarky and Slytherin-like."

"Well," said Severus after a moment, "you are that too."

"Yay."

"But the Gryffindor overrides."

Harry glared mildly at his father and said, "Oh really? Then how'd I get in Slytherin?"

Severus laughed and threw an arm about his son's shoulders, pulling him close.

"Because a Snape in Gryffindor is just plain madness."

"Well," said Harry, "you watch. Now that you've said that one of your grandchildren will be there."

"With you as its father? Oh pish."

"Just watch."

"And with Niamh as its mother – as do assume that you two will be inseparable?"

"Damn straight."

"I still doubt it."

Harry grinned as he said, "I'll bribe the Sorting Hat."

"Ha! I should like to see that one."

"You will!"

Severus smiled and shook his head, earning a return grin from his son.

"I look forward to it. Now, tell me, what was this plan you thought up at Christmas to rebuild the manor?"

"You mean we can?" asked Harry.

"Of course we can! The sketches they used to build it are in the family vault. It'll be a pretty penny to rebuild though…"

Harry arched an eyebrow.

"With the money we have in your vault, mine, and the family vault combined? Da, we could probably rebuild the manor five times."

"Good point," said Severus. "Now come. Sit. Talk."

"Only too happy to oblige."

Severus grinned at that and the two of them walked over to the chairs in front of the fire to spend the next five hours discussing rebuilding plans.

Author's Note

A little family time. Always fun to write.