Frozen Oceans

By: Hikari Ice Angel

Summary: What if Harry had been taken in by his godfather, Sirius, and had not attended Hogwarts, but Durmstrang instead? What if he had met Draco at Madam Malkins before his first year, but instead of becoming enemies they became friends? Non-Canon, HP/DM, Slash, Dark!Harry, Slytherin!Harry, AU, Manipulative!Dumbles, Ron bashing, Fatherly!Voldie, And a Snape is Harry's Father fic.

A/N: So, I need a beta that can light a fire under my lazy arse, and bites my head off whenever I become too lazy and starts slacking on my writing. Any takers? My friend, Shadewarrior seems to have taken up the job for now, since I tried to get her opinion on what I had written so far for this story. She went as far to chew me out when I had stopped writing and to have a certain amount written when I next talked to her under the penalty of "death" if I had not complied with her standards. Good job! That's the exact thing I needed! She kind of lorded it over me for a while, and was my dictator. I only say this with pure joy, and thanks. This is actually my first Drarry. I'm kind of excited about it. I would like to note that most of my chapters won't be as long as this one. This one had a lot of background stuff to put into it, so I made sure to include it. As the story progresses, I will be adding more. I hope you like what I have so far. Please review with your opinions and criticisms. I will have notes on the spell meanings at the bottom for some of the stuff I had inserted in. If you're curious about some of the stuff, please read them. Might I also note that Sylzaira will have a very active role in this story since she is Harry's familiar. I have already started on the next chapter, but I still want all of your opinions for if I should continue the story. Other than that, please review! I'd like to hear your opinion on what I have written so far! Happy Reading!

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~Hikari Ice Angel

P.S. I just relized I hinted that Severus knew Harry was a parslemouth when it said nothing about that in Remus' letter. I'm sorry for the confusion. I just fixed it for those who read it will understand. I should have the next chapter finished soon. Sorry for the long wait.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I wish to claim ownership over it. This is a work of fiction, and all for fun. I do not make any money off of this.

"Talking."

'Thoughts.'

/Parsletongue./

(linebreak) = A changing in the scene or character point of view

Chapter One:

Killing Curses and Manipulative Old Fools

On October 31st, 1981, screams cut through the night like a knife in the town of Godric's Hollow, a scar was received, and a dark wizard, the dark Lord Voldemort, fell from power. The receiver of the scar was just an infant; a one-year old baby by the name of Harry Potter. He knew not what the world had planned for him, nor did he care for things like power, or anything like that. He just knew he was special as for his mummy and his daddy could both do magic. He was no ordinary child, even by normal wizarding standards, for he was destined to one day lead the world into the light and out of darkness; the final downfall of the dark lord.

Albus Dumbledore and the members of the Order of the Phoenix arrived shortly after the attack on the Potter family. When they arrived, the cottage itself was falling into disrepair; the roof was caving in and looked ready to collapse any minute. Cautiously, they began their search for any survivors through the debris. First, they found James Potter in front of the staircase that lead to the upper level of the cottage; on the floor still holding his wand in his wand hand in the same position he was in when he defended his family at the beginning of the attack. Next, Lily Potter was found in front of her child's crib where she had sacrificed her life to save his. Lastly, they found Harry; upset and crying, because he didn't understand what had happened.

The old, wizened man looked down at the fussing child, "Harry," Dumbledore said, "You're a very lucky child," then he picked him up and calmed him to sleep.

The rest of the members of the Order stood behind him looking at the wreckage that was once Lily and James Potter's home; many with horrified expressions on their face from the catastrophe that had happened, but mourning for the loss of their friends, Lily and James that were now gone. "Albus," McGonagall asked, "Where will he go?"

"To Little Whinging, Surrey, of course," Dumbledore replied flippantly.

"To those muggles? I've watched those people for days, Albus! They're the most vilest-living muggles on earth! How do you think they would be better suited for that boy? If he grows up in a home like that, he won't grow up knowing magic, or what he's capable of!" the anger came off of the stern-looking professor in waves, "I don't even think they are suited to take care of their own child, Albus!" she seethed.

"That's why he must go there, Minerva!" Dumbledore bellowed with a hard glare at his Deputy Headmistress and old friend.

"But Albus! Lily stated specifically in her will that if anything ever happened to her and James that they wanted Harry to never go there!" she argued.

"No buts, Minerva. It's for his own good."

"Albus! You know what Lily said! She would be rolling over in her grave if she knew you did this!" exclaimed Minerva with a stern gaze.

"It doesn't matter! She's dead! All that matters is the boys safety!"

"What safety, Albus! You already know that Petunia Dursley despises magic and her sister and anything involved with it! Why would she even take in her own nephew if she hated everything that he's involved with! Thing if that, Albus!" Minerva McGonagall tried to reason with him.

"I'm sorry, Minerva. It's just something I have to do," then Dumbledore picked little Harry up and looked at the professor dismissively, "Good day to you," he said curtly, and walked away with Harry in his arms.

Dumbledore met Sirius Black at the cottage gate. Sirius glared at the old man, but had the saddest of faces for the loss of his friends, "You're going to send him to Lily's sister's as I would have expected," he said with no question of doubt in his mind.

"Why are you so concerned with it if you already know that's what my decision already is?" he asked Sirius with his usual twinkle in his eyes, and a slight glare was aimed at Sirius.

"He's my Godchild! Why wouldn't I be concerned!" Sirius stated harshly, while glaring at the old man.

Dumbledore look at Sirius dismissively like Minerva, and walked past him, but stopped by his side and looked sideways at him, "Don't try to go and get him, if you know what's good for you," he threatened Sirius, then walked away.

Sirius watched as Dumbledore walked away with his Godson. After he killed Pettigrew, he would get Harry back. He heard a crack! resonate through the air and Dumbledore was gone. Sirius stared at the spot Dumbledore had been, and then walked inside

Dumbledore appeared in the middle of a quiet, suburban street in a muggle neighbourhood in Little Whinging, Surrey. Using his deluminator, a little invention of his, he clicked off the lamppost lights, and watched the light disappear into his deluminator, then he made his way to the front door of 4 Privet Drive. Finally at the door step, Dumbledore set little baby Harry down, and tucked in a note to his relatives into a portion of Harry's baby blanket while the other half of the note stuck out.

Dumbledore looked at Harry,and watch him with an unexplained emotion showing in his eyes. He watched the baby, and saw the glimmer of light bounce off his forehead; the lightning bolt-shaped scar shining and glowing in the moonlight. 'That boy...he's special. Only a year old and he has already defeated Tom. He must be implemented into my plans; he will live here, so that when he comes to Hogwarts I will be able to form him into the perfect weapon. It's all...perhaps for the greater good that he resides with this filth,but what happens from here?' Dumbledore pondered, 'We can only wait,' then he swiftly turned around, and disapparated from Surrey, but not before clicking the lamppost lights back on with his deluminator.

During the night, the nocturnal animals protected baby Harry from any possible harm that could come to him. Out of the bushes close by, a snake slithered by, and instantly took a liking to young Harry, and made a vow to stay by him and protect him from any danger. Curling herself protectively around him, she felt that she had a duty to protect this young child and keep him safe. Baby Harry woke with a start, and began to cry out into the dark night from a nightmare that plagued his sleep. The snake as if to sing him a lullaby to lull him to sleep, hissed in a melodic manner to the child, and hissed of a nest to keep snakelings safe from harm while Ophiuchus, the snake-handler, watched over them. Slowly, the lullaby quieted Harry's cries, and lulled him to sleep. After he had quieted down, she coiled herself around him protectively; ready to strike at any predator who threatened the sleeping baby, and remained that way throughout the who entire night.

The next morning, baby Harry was awoken with the reverberating scream of his terrified aunt. When she had gone outside to fetch the morning paper for her rather large, whale-like husband, she was met with the threatening hisses of the mother snake. She saw the she-snake hissing and protecting the child, and was terrified at the abnormality of what was on her front porch; the idea of something like a snake protecting a baby was a horrifying prospect to her. The thing wasn't even human! So why would it have such a protective instinct to protect a small infant. The snake glared at her, hiss, and coiled into an s-shape ready to strike if needed be while still protectively coiled around baby Harry.

Petunia Dursley rushed into the house and grabbed a broom from the cupboard close-by, so she could try to swat the snake away and off of her front porch. By the time she got back, another had appeared to protect the baby. She shrieked in frustration at the revelation of yet another creature that had come to protect the little tyke. After shrieking in frustration, she screamed at the animals, "Fine! I didn't want the child anyway! You can have him!" then she slammed the front door on the animals and the baby; leaving him outside in the cold November air.

Another voice bellowed inside the house, "Petunia! What's all this racket for?" Vernon Dursley boomed to his wife.

Then for what seemed like the third time that morning, the door opened again, but this time it was opened by Vernon Dursley, so he could see what all the commotion was about. He saw the black, scruffy dog on the porch looking up and picking up a baby by its blanket that was about to run off. Vernon glared at the animal with his small, beady eyes, and a purpling face; again he asked a question, "Petunia, what the bloody hell is going on out here?" as he glared at the scruffy dog that was about to leave.

Before they could do anything about it, the animal had grabbed Harry and high-tailed out of there as if his life depended on it. The she-snake still was coiled around little Harry's body, redistributed her weight, and coiled around the dog's neck. It was the only thing that kept Harry in place as Harry now was on the dog's back thanks to the shifting of the she-snake, so the young child would not suffer falling and getting hurt.

By nightfall, they reached a part of muggle London, and were currently on a street named Grimmauld Place. By that time, the black dog had transformed into none other than Sirius Black. Taking out his wand, Sirius revealed number twelve from its hiding spot in between numbers eleven and thirteen, "Don't worry, I won't hurt him," he reassured the she-snake, then she uncoiled from her striking position and relaxed around Sirius.

Sirius picked up the baby, and walked through the door into the front entranceway, then closed it, "I never thought I'd ever return to this place," he said speaking into the quiet foyer of the house.

Then the curtains to his late mother's portrait opened with a bang, "BLOODTRAITERS! FILTH OF MY BLOOD! HOW DARE YOU ENTER THIS HOUSE AFTER RUNNING AWAY!" his mother's portrait shrieked.

"Blasted portrait!" Sirius cursed after silencing it and closing the curtains, "I've gotta find a way to get rid of that thing!" then he carted his fingers stressfully through his black hair.

All of a sudden, Harry began to cry for what seemed like the third time that day; waking from another nightmare, "Mummy!" he cried, "Where you gone, Mummy?" Harry cried in distress from the couch in the sitting room.

Sirius walked over to Harry to the couch. The snake that was still wrapped around Harry was trying to hiss a lullaby to Harry to get him back to sleep, but it didn't seem to be working this time. Sirius looked at the she-snake, and then gently scooped Harry up into his arms, and held him until it slowly soothed him and calmed him down. He looked at Sirius with sad, scared, confused eyes, "Siri, I want Mummy," he cried, "Where Mummy and Daddy at!" an expression of misunderstanding was on his face; too young to know the horrifying truth of what had happened the night before.

"I'm sorry, pup. A bad man took your mummy and daddy away," he mournfully explained to his godson.

Harry began to cry even more at the revelation of his mother and father being taken from him; his repeating nightmare had been true even though he wished it weren't. Sirius tried to comfort, and calm the small infant down. Worn out from crying, not long after Harry succumbed to sleep.

The next morning, Remus Lupin arrived at Grimmauld Place. He went up to the front door, knocked, and waited for Sirius to answer. Once Sirius answered the door, the werewolf took in very single aspect of his old friend's appearance. The night must have been rough for Sirius. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was dishevelled, his body movements lack their usual cocky, teasing demeanour, and his clothes were wrinkled and in disarray. Throughout the night, Harry had been waking from nightmares that, unfortunately, plagued his dreams. The way Sirius sluggishly moved revealed how exhausted he felt from a night of very little sleep, "Come in, Remus. Make yourself at home," Sirius said.

"How is he?" Remus enquired, while walking through the door.

"Harry? He's sleeping at the moment. The nightmares were so bad last night that he kept waking up all night, and wouldn't stop crying," then Sirius yawned, "I am so exhausted from it," then Sirius sighed and frowned, worry lines showing up on his young face.

Remus frowned and looked his friend in the eye, "Padfoot, go get some sleep. I'll watch Harry, and make sure he's okay. Then we'll discuss later what I am here for," Remus said pushing his friend to the stairs towards his bedroom, "Heaven knows you need it," then sluggishly, Sirius dragged himself up the stairs, into his room, and with a content sigh settled himself into his bed, then drifted off into a dreamless sleep; for five hours Sirius contently slept in his bed like the living dead; no one could wake him.

Five hours later, Sirius woke, and stretched satisfyingly from finally having a good rest. Then, he got up out of his bed, and walked downstairs to find his best friend, Remus, playing with Harry in the sitting room. Harry was laughing and giggling as he was riding on Remus' back. Then, Harry fell off of Remus' back and onto the floor while still giggling as Remus acted as if he were attacking Harry's belly. Remus blew a raspberry into little Harry's tummy as he wiggled and giggled about on the floor. Sirius smiled as he watched his old friend and Harry interact; Remus was really good with kids. For once, Remus looked the happy; the happiest he had seen him in a long time. His life of solitude really worried Sirius, 'He would be perfect to help me with Harry,' he thought as he watched the spectacle, 'Actually, I didn't wake once to Harry's crying,' he thought matter-of-factly.

"You both seem like you're having fun," he said walking into the room.

Remus smiled while looking at Sirius, "You finally look well-rested," Remus observed as Harry got up and toddled over to where Sirius was standing.

Sirius picked Harry up, hugged him, and looked at him gently, "Don't worry, Pup. You're forgiven. You never meant to keep me up like that," then he kissed Harry's forehead, and hugged him tightly again.

"Remus, I think it's about time we had a serious discussion. Has Harry already been fed?" Remus nodded, "All right then, let's go to the kitchen so we can talk."

They both walked into the kitchen and saw Kretcher doing something, "When you're finished, Kretcher, bring us some tea," he ordered as he and Remus sat down at the table.

Kretcher fidgeted, and then replied, "Yes, master," and then started mumbling about ungrateful sons of his late mistress.

"We have much to discuss, Remus," Sirius said, then his face contorted into that of worry.

He began to finally looked his own age, maybe even older, because Remus could see age lines showing up on his still youthful face; only stress and worry could cause those. "Dumbledore said you went after Pettigrew. Is it true? Did you really try to kill him?" Remus began to question Sirius ass the questions flew out of his mouth.

"I was going to, but I decided against it," he replied, "I would rather live a free man than have to pay for a consequence of my anger and recklessness," then rubbing his forehead he continued, "I encountered Dumbledore on the way into the cottage to see for myself if Lily and James were, indeed, now dead. It was apparent to me that he believed that it was all 'for the greater good' if Harry were to live with Lily's sister, Petunia. Lily made it clear in her will that she wanted Harry to go anywhere buther sister's, because she knew Harry would encounter abuse because of her sister's clear revulsion for all things magical. My conclusion is that Dumbledore is nothing, but a manipulative bastard, just to put it simple," Sirius said before sighing and looking into the cup of tea Kretcher had just brought him.

Remus was appalled by Sirius' revelation, but then he saw the worry etched on his face again, "Sirius, what's the matter?" he asked with the other with concern.

"Remus, I need to keep Harry safe and away from Dumbledore. The mumbling bumblebee doesn't know I took Harry. I am his godfather, so it was my right to take him from that place, and you know I wouldn't endanger him, that I'll keep him safe. We don't know what could have happened if he had stayed living in that house!" Sirius' face looked like it was being torn apart with worry as he carted his fingers through his hair.

Remus sighed and knelt beside his friend, and tried to get him to calm down a bit, "From what place did you take Harry from, Sirius?" he asked looking into the eyes of his friend now in distress.

"Were you not listening? Dumbledore tried to leave Harry on Petunia Dursley's doorstep. We both know the possibilities of what could have happened id Harry had lived there! He could have been neglected, he could have been abused, used as a house elf, or a slave! Even starved or malnourished! They're the worst type of muggles there is! The possibilities are endless with these type of people! Dumbledore didn't even manage to think about Harry when he left him on their doorstep. He only though of his own philosophy, 'for the greater good'! What a load of hogs' wallop! He didn't even think of Harry's sake when he left him on Petunia's doorstep! That old coot is dangerous and I will not have him near Harry! He'll go to Durmstrang when it all comes down to it; the place he's least expected to go!" then all of the panic set in, when Sirius realized he had a small child to take care of. With a sigh he asked his old friend, "Moony, what am I going to do?" as he worriedly ran his fingers through his hair.

All of a sudden, the tension in the air was broken by pearls of happy giggles, laughter, and hisses that sounded like it came from the sitting room Harry was left in. Both Sirius and Remus looked at each other in surprise, got up out of their seats, and walked from the kitchen to the sitting room in haste. Once they both walked into the sitting room, they saw the familiar she-snake wrapped around Harry in a playful-looking manner; they heard parsletongue-like hisses coming from the she-snake. Silky, childish hisses came from Harry's mouth as he spoke to the she-snake. Then, silky, feminine hisses came from the she-snake as she replied back to the child. /Stop it! That tickles!/ Harry hissed in parsletongue.

/I'm sure it does, little serpent child,/ she silkily hissed as she wound herself around Harry, and nuzzled her head into the crook of Harry's neck in a protective manner.

Sirius watched the amusing display from the threshold of the sitting room. His godson's light-hearted laughter filled the room along with the she-snakes hissy laughter as she tickled the small toddler with the tip of her tail. Remus, on the other hand, looked utterly shocked at the display. He couldn't believe his eyes! A snake was tickling a small child! How is that even possible? Well, with Harry they are beginning to learn that anything is possible, /We are being watched, little one,/ the she-snake informed Harry as she laid her head on Harry's shoulder.

/I know. It's just Siri and Remi. What's you name?/ he asked her.

/I don't really have one, little snakeling. Would you like to give me one?/ she asked curiously.

/I would, but I don't really know many names.../ he trailed off, while thinking of a name he could call the she-snake.

Sirius' still stood at the threshold of the door looking upon the scene in amusement, while his friend, Remus still stared on in shock from the interactions he observed going on between the she-snake and Harry. While Sirius wasn't very surprised by the she-snake's actions, he was surprised at how Harry spoke to her and hissed to her. It was still thought of by many that parsletongue was perceived as a rather dark talent; as snakes were considered, by followers of the light, a dark creature. It was known knowledge that Salazar Slytherin was a parslemouth him, and that was the reason behind Slytherin's family crest; his family was known for carrying the trait. They did not now how Harry had acquired the talent, because, for all they knew, neither James, nor Lily had the talent to speak such smooth, silky hisses. 'The day just keeps on getting more and more interesting,' Sirius thought as he still watched Harry and the snake.

Remus looked to Sirius, and hesitantly asked him, "Did you know he was a parslemouth, Sirius?" before adding, "I don't think Lily or James could speak parsletongue, so how can Harry do it?"

"I kind of just found out the same time that you did," then Sirius paused while thinking of the stuff he knew, "It had to have come from one of them, because from what I know the talent is transferred by blood, and I don't think Harry had a different father, but it's too early on to do a heritage spell on him, because he's too young."

/Just think of one little snakeling. I think I can live with whatever name you come up with if it is from you/ she hissed.

Then, Harry seemed to ponder this. He looked to be lost in thought as he thought of a name befitting of the motherly she-snake, /How about Sylzaira?/ he asked her.

The snake seemed to nod in approval at the name he had chosen for her. It seemed so fitting for a snake such as herself in her own opinion; its meaning was protector, and that was her understood duty that was given to her by the great lady of the sky, /That's very befitting of me. Protector; I like it. You are one clever little snakeling,/ she said, and then she lied her head down onto his shoulder.

Then they looked back at Harry, and watched as he and the she-snake conversed over whatever they really talked about. "It's really interesting how Harry got it. It can't be because of the rebound killing curse could it?" Remus asked as he watched them.

"No, I don't think it could. Parsletongue can only be transferred through blood, and not through something such as a curse. That's the only way. The only way is through inheritance," explained Sirius, "Now who could have given it to him is the question. For all I know, it could have been Lily, and we didn't even know if she actually was a witch and not a muggle-born as she is believed to be," he pondered.

"Do you think Severus could know? He was the one that was closest to Lily," asked Remus.

"He could probably know, but I doubt even he knew," Sirius said, "But we'll ask just in case. He would be one of the people who would be against Harry going to Petunia Dursley's."

"I'll owl him later, and ask him to meet us here, so we can talk about it. If anyone would know it would be Severus," Remus replied, while looking out the window overlooking the back of the property; he moved there during his conversation with Sirius.

"I think it would be best to just do it now, because we are going to be here a while. Might as well get that out-of-the-way to make it one thing less to do, or discuss," Sirius replied while yawning, and stretching, "Plus, I want some time with my restless little pup."

Remus nodded, and walked away from his spot at the window towards the direction of the home's owlery, and out of the sitting room.

Remus looked at the note he had just written as the ink dried before him on the desk, and proofread it to make sure he didn't leave anything out.

"Severus,

Before you throw this out, I am sorry for whatever had happened to make you come by such a blinding hatred for me. But anyway, this isn't about me. I've owled you to enquire about Lily. Did you know any of her heritage other than the fact that she was said to be a muggle-born? Sirius and I have reasons to believe that she was anything but that. Certain things...have come into the light (pardon my pun) and we think that there was more to her than what meets the eye. Harry, her child, has been displaying very unique gifts in the serpentine nature that he surely couldn't have inherited from his father, James. So, we believe that they had come from Lily, or Harry's father surely mustn't be who he is believed to be. Will you meet us at Grimmauld Place to discuss this with us? Just owl me with a date and time, or come at a time when you deem it most appropriate.

Awaiting your visit,

Remus Lupin"

After proofreading, Remus was satisfied with what he had written. After the ink had dried, he folded up the letter and slipped it into an envelope, and sealed it with wax, but not before penning the recipient's name on the front of the envelope. Then, he walked with letter in hand to an owl, "Take this to Severus Snape at Spinner's End," he said to the Barn Owl, before the owl took the letter, and flew off and into the gloomy, autumn afternoon sky.

He watched silently as the owl disappeared, then left to rejoin Harry and Sirius in the sitting room on the bottom floor.

After his hearing with Wizengamot, Severus Snape was not a happy man, because what use, to him, was obtained freedom if he couldn't spend it with the love of his life. She, Lily Potter, was dead, and that one fact didn't seem to suppress or put a stopper on the depression that came off of him in waves varying in intensity. While wallowing in his despair, Severus heard the tapping of a beak on the window pane shake him out of his reverie. Severus glanced over at window, and saw a barn owl perched on his windowsill holding a letter clutched in his claws. Then, Severus walked over to the window, and opened it so the brown could fly in with his post. He looked at the letter as the owl stretch one of its claw out to hand him the letter. He took the letter from the owl, said, "Thank you," and handed the barn owl an owl treat before it took off out the window and flew into the late afternoon sky.

After the owl left, Severus turned the letter over, and saw his name written in such familiar handwriting. Then, he gasped as for he had suddenly realized who had written him. Remus Lupin; he hadn't heard from him since graduating from Hogwarts. It had been three years. Why would he be writing him now? Surely, he must have finally figured out the reason they had stopped speaking to one another in the first case. He hoped that was the case.

With shaking hands, Severus broke the wax seal on the back of the envelope, took out the letter, and brought it towards himself to read what the werewolf had written to him. The words seemed to stand out even more than they usually did as he read through the letter. Then, a look of shock flashed across his face as he read about Black's and Remus' feelings about Lily's unknown heritage. Could she had not had really been a muggle-born, but something else? Surely they had to be kidding him! He didn't have a doubt in his mind that she was a powerful witch with the spells she could do without much help. But surely this must be some sort of theory! But Lily's son could speak parsletongue, Severus didn't have an explanation for this whatsoever; think as he must he couldn't find anything to explain how Harry Potter was a parslemouth.

Severus had first met Lily at a muggle park not very far from Spinner's End quite a number of years ago. He was probably nine when he had met her. He hadn't really meant to go to the muggle park that day. He only had gone there to escape from the disaster that was his home life; being a half-blood has its downfalls. His father had always been rather violent with him and his mother; he was a muggle without an ounce of magic running through his veins. Times had been hard on them; harder than one would expect from someone with a pureblood parent, but his mother had been disowned by the Prince family even though she was their only child; their only heir to continue the family line. But then within all the turmoil and sadness, he found a light to shine through the darkness; Lily Evans, a girl who was all but a wonder to him. She was nine years old, the same age as him, and she could already do magic without the use of the wand, or the help of an adult to teach her how to do the spells. He could still feel the child-like wonder he felt while watching her do spells that he himself could not even do at that age. Was her son as powerful as she was? Was he more powerful than her? He didn't know the answer, but this had him puzzled. Why would they suspect a fault in her son, Harry's personal lineage? He would guess he would have to find out the next morning when he went to see them.

The next morning after breakfast, Severus Snape apparated from Spinner's End to Grimmauld Place to have his unfortunate meeting with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. He didn't really feel pleasant with meeting them because of what happened back in his school days, but he wanted answers to his questions about Lily and her son, Harry. He had this horrible feeling of foreboding that everything was more than it seemed to be. Upon arrival, Severus walked through the front gate of the grim, gaunt looking house, and knocked on the front door. Then, he waited for someone to answer the door; be it Black, or Remus.

Meanwhile, in the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and an infant Harry Potter ate breakfast. As always, it was like dinner and a show while watching Harry eat, and play with his food. Remus was trying to slowly coax him into eating his food, but Harry didn't seem to want to comply and wanted to play more than he wanted to eat. Then, they heard knocking reach their ears from the front foyer of the house; Lady Black's screaming began hysterically not much later. Remus, in thinking that it might be Severus, got up from his post from in front of Harry, "I'll get it. Could you try to coax him into eating his food as compared to playing in it?" he asked before he walked out of the room.

Sirius nodded before Remus left the room, and walked over to Harry's high chair, "All right, Pup. Playtime is over. Time to eat your food for Uncle Siri," he said while smiling, and then picking up the one-year-old's spoon; Harry happily complied.

Remus walked by the curtains to the portrait in the front foyer, and closed them as he walked past them to the front door. Then, he opened the front door to find Severus standing in front of him in his black, high-collared, long robes. He was as he last remember him, but more different; more melancholy than he last remembered. "Severus," he almost whispered, "Come in. We were just finishing up breakfast."

He nodded, and silently walked past Remus and into the grim-looking house. Then, Remus stopped him before he could walk any further into the house, "Severus, I have a question for you?"

Severus stopped in his tracks and stared into Remus' amber-coloured eyes, "What is it, Lupin?" he asked coldly.

Remus was at a loss for words. He had never heard Severus speak to him in such a cold way before. Severus looked to him with cold, unfeeling eyes that chilled him to bone. He gaped at him with his mouth open and his eyes wide, "S-S-Severus...I...I just wanted to ask what the original reason was for why you stopped speaking to me," he stuttered nervously while looking down at his toes.

Severus Snape regarded him coldly as if he saw right through him like a sheet of glass, and replied, "If you do not remember then you do not need to know the reason for our...altercation," then he went on his merry way past Remus and ventured more into the house.

After Sirius had finished feeding Harry, with a sudden, powerful flourish Severus Snape walked into the room, and saw a very happy Harry sitting in a high-chair with Sirius in front of him. He inhaled quickly as he saw those same remarkable eyes that Lily had once had. They were the colour of an emerald-green forest and so deep and vivid in colour and brilliance that it took his breath away; he couldn't remember the last time he saw eyes so clear. He was shook out of his reverie by the sound of someone clearing their throat; instantly, without a thought, he regained his composure by clearing his face of any emotion. Severus looked up calmly at Sirius Black who now stood next to Remus Lupin. For what he could see, Remus' face remained blank, but every so often he could see him flinch under his gaze. Sirius looked back at him as his gaze scrutinized every bit of him that was the man, Severus Snape. He studied him intensely, and watched on how he reacted to the simplest things. All he could see was a man who stood calm and collect as he waited for their discussion to proceed. "Snape, I am guessing you received Remus' letter?" Sirius asked while staring him down.

"Yes, I did. What is this preposterous ideal with the both of you imbeciles thinking that Lily had some hidden heritage?" he asked bluntly with a hint of anger glistening in his dark, coal-coloured eyes.

"We were actually wondering if you knew anything about that. A recent development has come up that makes us think otherwise," then Sirius paused while trying to sum up his thoughts into one more organized thought than something that would be pure chaos, "Harry has been displaying a talent that we didn't think either of his parents possessed, and this has given us reasons to believe that there was more to Lily than we first thought. He has been speaking parsletongue," then a look of pure shock crossed Severus' face, "In fact, there's a she-snake that has been relentlessly following him around and nurturing him as if he were one of her own young. We can't seem to get either of them to leave either of their sides. It's becoming somewhat of a nuisance actually, because the she-snake has become rather protective of him."

After that revelation, Severus looked from Sirius to the infant still sitting in the high chair, and sure enough a she-snake was at his side with her beautiful scales shinning in the sunlight of the risen sun. Her scales glimmered with such intensity, but she herself was deadlier than she looked. She was rather young for her species. Many of her kind lived for many more hundreds of years than that of a human being. They usually lived for many centuries and would reach monstrous and massive in size. She was, in fact, most likely descended from Jormungand, the world snake, who was thought of to be so large that it could wrap itself around the whole world, and still bite the end of its own tale; the ouroboros could most possibly symbolize the meaning at best. If she was a world snake, she could be a very powerful ally to Harry in the future, because they were so rare in numbers. They weren't known to produce offspring very often; only once every few centuries, but there was one more interesting fact to add to the equation, because there had already been a world snake borne that century. That would only mean that she symbolized the birth of a very powerful wizard or witch whose magic could make the world crumble many times over at the time of its delivery into the world; the snake born would be that person's familiar, because their magic is what caused that snake to be produced by the world snake as a preventative measure to insure the magic hadn't caused the imminent destruction of the world. Severus was sure Harry was the powerful wizard that had been born with such immense power. It was said that at the time of his birth, mediwizards and mediwitches throughout St. Mungos could feel the suppression of magic upon their bodies. There were also stories coming from all over Britain saying the same thing that they felt as if they were being suppressed by some force. So bad was it that many people had fainted, and awoke the next day with a pounding migraine. From what he had heard, Severus knew that such things like that had happened at the birth of Albus Dumbledore, but not in the same magnitude. There was also another difference between both births, and it their familiar. Albus Dumbledore had a phoenix for a familiar which signified him as a light wizard, because phoenixes were somewhat born in the same manner as a world snake offspring born at the time of the birth of someone powerful in magic. Harry Potter had a world snake as a familiar; this signified him as a dark wizard. Severus had never thought it possible, because Harry was Lily's child. Why was he a dark wizard? It just didn't make much sense to him at all. Then, he sigh and looked to Sirius Black, "Do you have any idea what species that snake is?" he asked him out of curiosity.

Sirius thought for a second, and looked at Sylzaira as he studied her intensively, then he looked back up to Severus, "No, I can't say I do. When I had found Harry on Petunia Dursley's doorstep, she had been wrapped around Harry protecting him. I didn't think anything of it at the time."

Severus looked speechless at the stupidity and incompetence Sirius Black had just displayed; how Gryffindor of him. He spluttered for a second, then spat, "Black, you have no clue what it is?" then Sirius shook his head in negation, then Severus explained, "That snake is a World Snake. Have you even heard of it?" to that Sirius shook his head again.

Severus sigh in exasperation, "I'll have you know, a World Snake is a symbol of someone being particularly powerful like a phoenix, but instead of being a light symbol, it is a symbol of the darkness," then both Remus and Sirius' mouths dropped over at the revelation.

Sirius was the first to regain his composure, "So, you are telling me that Harry will be a dark wizard?" then Severus snorted, "Will be? I'm telling you he already is a dark wizard. You're a pureblood, Black! Use what you were taught by your family to your advantage! In pureblood teachings it is taught that someone's magical alignment is already chosen for them at birth. So, that would mean that at birth Harry was born a dark wizard over being a light wizard," then Sirius nodded in understanding, and sighed.

"Well, if it's any compensation, I'm glad I listened to my mother when she lectured me and Regulus about curtain things. Though, I still don't believe all the mumbo jumbo about blood purity," he said while rubbed the bridge of his nose in between his eyes.

"I don't believe Potter possessed dark magic. The Potters are a light pureblood family not dark like the Malfoys, Blacks, or LeStranges. So, there must have been something different to cause Harry to have dark magic. The possibilities are that either Harry has a different father than we all believe, or Lily had a hidden heritage that no one really knew about. Proving either of these hypotheses would require the use of an inheritance spell, or potion. Since he is too young for the potion, we will have to settle with it being the spell. Do you trust me enough to do it now on him?" then he waited for an answer from either of the men.

Both Remus and Sirius looked at one another for a second, then Sirius answered, "Yes, we trust you. Neither of us know how to do the inheritance spell, nor can either of us brew the potion. I trust that you wouldn't hurt him in any way, so I would rather you do the spell and get it right than one of us do it and it end up hurting Harry. Yes, I'm very sure about this. You may do it now if you wish," Severus nodded in agreement.

Then, Severus said, "I'll need a piece of parchment, so the spell can transcribe Harry's inheritance onto it, and that will be all. The spell will do the rest," Remus nodded and ran off to fetch a piece of parchment,

Meanwhile, it looked to be that Sirius and Severus had become caught up into a staring competition. They both looked at each other in a heated glare without losing a beat, then Sirius broke contact from Severus' eyes, "Did you know Lily very long? When she still hated James, she always defended you. We never knew the reason why she would do that. James always thought it was because Lily had such a kind heart. She did at that, but she ferocious as a lion when someone angered her. We knew that quite well as for how many times we had seen her chew us out and send warning glares at us," then he sighed sadly.

Severus nodded solemnly, "Yes, I did know her for quite a while before we ever went to Hogwarts. We met in a park not very far from where I lived. I saw her showing her sister, Petunia in a park what different things she could do with her magic. Petunia thought is was cool, but became jealous when Lily received her letter. The next year, she didn't receive one. I'm guess that's about the time Petunia began to hate her sister."

Sirius nodded in understanding, then looked away. A moment later, Remus returned to the kitchen with a sheet of parchment clutched in his hand, went up to Severus, and handed it to him. Severus nodded, and sat the blank parchment down in front of him, "We shall commence," Severus said, then he walked up to baby Harry who sat in his high chair looking onto the proceedings with such a sense of wonder displayed on his face.

Then, Severus knelt down, and looked into Harry's forest green eyes, "I'm going to prick your hand. I promise it won't hurt. Now, relax, because it won't take too long. It will be really quick," Harry nodded and held one of his little hands out for Severus to take a small sample of blood for the spell.

Severus took the small hand and situated it in the palm of his hand, and then placed the tip of his wand in the centre of Harry's small palm, then he whispered softly, "Tolle sanguinem," the blood extracting spell and transported Harry's blood from the tip of his wand to a small vial.

With the potion's vial filled with blood, Severus walked over to where the piece of parchment sat on the table, and poured the uncorked vial of blood onto the parchment. Severus raised his wand, and pointed it at the parchment after the blood settled on the parchment, "Maiores revelare," he said clearly, and like a vampire the parchment sucked all the blood up and inhaled into the parchment.

Not long afterwards, the blood liquidly bleed from within the parchment and formed puddles that soon turned into lazily scrawled words and lazily sketched family tree stretched out across the full expanse of the paper with interconnecting, spidery-webbed lines in a very intricate design. After so long, it stopped and blood settled and dried like ink on the parchment with its deep, crimson red colour. Then, the three men walked up to the parchment, and studied the fruits one simple spell bore. Like how lightning would strike a tree, an expression struck their faces; one of shock and disbelief.

Spell Notes:

Tolle sanguinem: Means "Take Blood" in Latin; the blood extracting spell

Maiores revelare: Means "Reveal Ancestors" in Latin; my version of the inheritance spell