I don't own any of the original characters. I do, however, own the typos, Henry, Inscribson, and any other children coming from the weird pairs I've cooked up.

And, I was told if I didn't keep writing this, my life would be forfeit.

Oh, and I update all of the time, only mostly not new chapters, but changes in the story. So every time I let out a new chapter, it may be a good idea to re-read the story.

Yours in Magical Fellowship,

Inscribson


-Sev's thoughts-

#Nev's thoughts#

(Inscribson's thoughts)


"Enter."

"Good afternoon, professor. You told me to come here after classes were over?"

"Yes, for private lessons. The first of which will be History of Magic."

"Sir?"

"I'll explain it if you still need it after the lesson. How much do you know about Merlin's early life?"

"Not much, sir."

"That is to be expected. He was a very gifted child, although he gave the impression of being just another introverted young orphan."

"I never knew that he was an orphan, sir."

"It was kept secret, hidden by the Ministry. But back to our story." He glared mildly at her to ensure silence. "Merlin was an orphan. He had an uncanny knack with things...by the time he was nine, he was known as a healer, a potions brewer, and a maker of charms, with the ability to tell a man's intentions and more wisdom than most three times his age. At eleven, he was tested for magic – a process much different from now. Back then, students were given a variety of seemingly impossible tasks, meant to frustrate them into using magic, if they had any. Most children who had magic took months in each task to reach that point. Merlin took one day for all of them."

"What tasks did he do, professor?"

"He was guided out a far ways into the ocean, in a little craft, and then bound. His oars were taken, and he was told to get to land. He was found on the shore, still bound, by the time his testers had made their way back. It was called Shifting.

"He was taken then to a spring and told to boil water. He was given everything he needed, except a container in which to put the water. Using his will, he levitated the water over the flame until it started to steam, then boil. That was the start of Magecraft.

"He was given a feather and a twig, and told to make a bed for himself with it. He followed their instructions quite literally, and that was the beginning of Transfiguration.

"He was blindfolded and a mirror was put in front of him. He was told to show the face of the man who would take him as an apprentice. Here he showed the face of the greatest wizard of his time, whom he later didn't recognize when they met. That was the start of Scrying.

"He then was taken to a mountain, and given any writing materials he needed, and told to meditate on his Aestraus - his name. When he did, and wrote it down, and said it to himself, the parchment he wrote upon turned into a cat, and became his familiar."

#And I am the twenty-seventh descendant of Merlin's familiar, Erraster.#

"Professor, why are you telling me this?"

"I tell you because the blood of Merlin runs in your veins, through your mother."

"But all of his children -"

"Died? Not true. His children were thought to have died in the purges of his time, until very recently, when testing was done to magical artifacts. Even now, there are descendents of Merlin in both the Wizarding and Muggle world. I am one, your mother was one, and you are, through her."

Inscribson's thoughts were a little too loud. (Not just through her.)

#What do you mean, child?#

(Nothing! I just...)

But it was too late. Nevermore searched her mind quickly, before she could try and raise shields.

#Oh dear...He won't take this well at all. Severus?#

- Ah, you were having a private conversation. I wondered why both of your eyes glazed over... -

#Severus, there's something you need to know about Inscribson.#

(Nev', don't, please!)

-What is it, Nevermore?-

#It's not just through her mother's side that she's related to Merlin. It's through her father's as well.#

- What? How? The descendants have been recorded carefully. Who is Ms. Granger's father? -

"My n-name," Inscribson cleared her throat, gathering courage. "M-my name is Ins-Inscribson S-sn-sn-"

#Snape.#


Snape slowly leaned back in his chair as he looked at Inscribson, steepling his fingers. Inscribson Snape. He was a father. He opened a private conversation with his familiar to be certain.

- Are you sure, Nevermore? -

#She is sure.#

"Ms... Inscribson, I believe that, in order for us to be certain about this, we need a set of potions."

"Do you mean the Hepta Genicta?" Snape nodded, slipping into the much easier teacher mode.

"Yes. Since you already seem to know of these, explain. Genic Un."

"It needs two drops of blood from one person. It tells the children of a person."

A nod. "Genic Deux."

"Two drops of blood from one person. It tells their mother."

"Good. Genic Trios."

"Two drops of one person. It tells their father."

Another nod. "Genic Quad."

"Two drops of one person. It tells the conditions of the mother; sobriety, health, occupation, age, and if the mother consented."

"Very good. Genic Quint."

"Two drops of one person. It tells the conditions of the father; sobriety, health, occupation, age, and if the father consented."

"Genic Sicex."

"It needs two drops of blood from one person. It tells if the parents were made to be together, and what traits they have passed on."

"Genic Septus."

"One drop from two people. It tells how close they are related."

"Very good, Ms. Inscribson. Ten points to Slytherin. We will begin brewing tomorrow after breakfast. Wear simple robes that you don't mind getting potion-spattered, and bring Most Potent Potions Volume II. You are dismissed."

"Thank you, sir. I'll see you tomorrow. Night, 'Nev."

#Goodnight, child. All may yet be very well.#


#So, you have a daughter.#

- We're not sure, Nevermore. -

#You may not be, but she is. Ad you don't have any memories of a night of celebrating the Dark Lord's defeat, twelve years ago.#

- I was dead drunk! Albus or Minerva helped me to my quarters, where I slept of the firewhisky. I wouldn't have been able to do... that...through the drink. End of story. -

#I think not! When I came in the next morning, you were naked, exhausted, and sleeping in a bed that two had been using. There is every chance that was when the girl's mother got pregnant.#

- Hermione. I can't imagine that I would...she was only a 7th year, for heaven's sake! I'm almost 20 years her elder. -

#I think we need to talk to Albus about this.#

- And tell him what? That I rapped and impregnated the student I was to protect with my very life? -

#Why are you so sure it was rape, Severus. You think too little of yourself. True, she probably was drunk, but she still could have hexed the skin off your drunken ass before you could blink. You won't know until you brew the Hepta Genicta. Meanwhile, 'Sev, you need to get some sleep.#

- 'Sev? I think I like that. -

#Get some sleep, you silly human.#


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