A/N: You may notice I've used part of a chapter from The Chamber of Secrets, it is merely out of Harry's memory, and I wasn't given permission to use it.

Legos build the outcome

Whether it's mental or physical.

Before you kill your idols,

Kiss them goodnight!

And I'll never sleep

I'll never sleep again

Mother, I'll bleed for you

As father bled for me

We Go To Eleven- A Static Lullaby

Severus walked into the office, seeing Lupin and Dumbledore sitting already waiting.

The meeting had been arranged on quick notice. Dumbledore told Lupin, who found Severus on his way up to delivering a bad tempered Weasley to McGonagull's office. Severus stuck around to hear that Weasley was losing his badge.

So when Severus came into the office, he was in a rather good mood.

"How was the detention?" Dumbledore asked noticing the more cheerful glint to Severus.

Severus replied, "Lasted ten minutes. Weasley couldn't keep his mouth shut. They got into a fight." He smirked, "Weasley broke Damon's nose."

"So.. Ron's losing his badge?" Lupin asked.

Dumbledore frowned at the source of Severus' happiness. "We have a very important matter to discuss.."

"And what is this?" Severus asked curiously.

"What with the attack Damon was on last night, and everything happening.. I think that there could be a lot of questions of what is right going on in his mind. I'm concerned with his view of sides could be swayed because of what he is seeing.. not of what his presence is doing."

Lupin asked, "And what do you propose?"

"Damon will attend an Order meeting tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Lupin questioned. "What if he is questioned about the Order or what he knows?"

"After the meeting he will have an Occumency lesson."

"No." Severus said simply.

Dumbledore questioned, "No?"

Severus spoke, "The boy's lessons may have been improving this year, but they are not strong enough to withstand the Dark Lord's power. He'll expose what he knows."

Dumbledore exhaled slowly, "We won't speak of much at the meeting. Just remind Damon what we are fighting for."

Kill him..

The voice swarmed with a seducing power.

"This is insane.."

..Kill him, he's a traitor..

"No.. I can't."

He was pulled out of the dream gasping for air by a hushed Severus Snape, "Damon.. wake up. We have a meeting."

Damon yawned and followed his professor out without question. He was lead through the school, grateful that he had slept in his clothes, to a long window that looked onto the courtyard.

Or was it? Snape lit the torch beside the breezy window, and then walked right through it. A secret hallway. He followed Snape to the end, where he opened a door.

He faced a long table with chairs filled of familiar faces. It was certainly not a Death Eater meeting. The Order of the Pheonix.. Fawkes was in the center of the table as a symbol.

He saw Dumbledore at the head of the table, who announced an order in the room. Members who weren't seated, took their seats. "Damon Snape.. meet the Order of the Pheonix."

Names were thrown at him like the whirlwind blasting outside. It was rather easy to remember having met most of them before.

"Damon Snape is Severus's son, if you haven't guessed." Dumbledore said with a cheerful glint in his eyes.

A snidely reply was thrown at him, "Looks like him," from a once friendly face, Tonks. She was perfectly healthy, he was relieved at that.

A chair was conjured up at the very end of the long table, opposing Dumbledore. Damon was to sit there.

Business was conducted as usual, it seemed.

"The attack on the Ministry is proof enough that what measures have been placed before are not strong enough to protect our society." Tonks announced.

She was there, she knew.. "The Death Eater's are fast." She gazed over at Snape. "They're mission that night was one thing; kill Cornelius Fudge, as you have brought to our attention, Severus."

Severus nodded in mention of his name.

"As well the information you have brought to us of the reasoning of his death is one to take note. Especially on your part. He was killed for betraying the Dark Lord. Your son-" Tonks was acting as if she was all knowing.. godly.

"My son, what, Nymphadora?" He sneered in response, and leaned over the table, narrowing his eyes, "I'm coming under the influence that you are concerning yourself in matters that are unimportant to you."

Tonks' hair turned red in a fury or in embarrassment, Damon couldn't tell but the tension between the two sitting across from each other was cut when Dumbledore brought the to their attention something of importance to discuss.

"The board has asked that I take over role as Minister of Magic on several occasions," Dumbledore spoke the obvious. "My duty is to the school however, and they have asked me whom I would think would make a good Minister."

The Order grew interested. With the death of the Minister, it hadn't occured to Damon that a new one would be appointed.

"Certainly, they cannot just chose one on my suggestion, an inquiry will go through on the person, but I do not think any other man is right for the job and who needs the promotion more." He cast his gaze to Arthur Weasley. "I suggested Arthur, here, becomes Minister of Magic."

Arthur flushed pink. He was flabbergasted. "Wh-Why- Dumbledore- I don't know what to sa-"

Damon felt joyful for the man. He knew that having Albus Dumbledore suggest it, it was pretty much a for sure thing. The Weasleys had always been so good to him.

He suddenly was overcome with emotion, thinking he'd never be able to give thanks to the family as he felt they deserved. He let his gaze to his folded hands on his lap.

He only looked up when he heard a solid question, "Any word from Harry Potter?"

He shot his gaze up to the source, Alastor Moody, who seemed to stare right through him. His good eye gave a glint of playfulness. It was almost like his reaction was the answer the old wanted.

Remus shifted uneasily and cleared his throat, "He wrote a letter to his friends. Hermione Granger had the letter near her when she was found attacked."

Dumbledore nodded, "The boy, of course, is alive and well. Hiding, but healthy." He looked to the Order, reassuring them.

Severus added roughly, "The Dark Lord has his animagus 'pet' looking for him."

This was news to Damon. He let his sights on his father temporarily for confirmation.

Mr. Weasley finally asked, "And when is Harry due to return from hiding? Molly would surely love to see the boy at Christmas time."

Remus coughed, looking over at Severus.

Dumbledore answered, "Oh, I'm sure Harry would love to be there for Christmas as well. I'm sure it would be all right. Christmas is still some time away."

Tonks asked Remus quietly, "Catching a cold, Remus?"

Remus forced a smile in response.

Severus merely scoffed.

"What do you want to be when you're older, Damon?" Tonks asked gently, as the meeting got intense and Damon felt himself a little overwhelmed.

He replied, "An auror."

"Ahh, that's what I am. Plenty of training you go through. Being a member of the Order would probably be helpful."

Damon only nodded in response. One moment, she's critisizing his looks, the next being... nice? He looked to Remus, perhaps he would talk to him after the meeting. He hadn't spoken to him in quite awhile.

At the end of the meeting, Dumbledore announced to the Order. "I would like it to be known. I asked for Damon to come to the meeting today, for something that has never been allowed before." He looked directly at Damon. "Normally, members must be a full-fledged adult. I would like to strike that rule, and ask for Damon to think about joining when he turns seventeen."

There was excited whispers. Damon was free to go once Severus said they had an occumency lesson that evening.

He instead waited in the hall for Remus to get out, and then asked to speak with him but Remus was talking rather seriously with Tonks, so he blew it off.

"You never discussed you were to ask him to join!" Severus burst, as he walked with the Headmaster fresh from the meeting.

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, "I figured you would react this way."

"It's too dangerous! He can't be on both sides."

"You are." Dumbledore pointed out.

Severus narrowed his eyes, "Not by choice, though, by obligation."

"He has a choice."

Severus replied, "He won't see it as one. He has to be the one to save the world, doesn't he?"

"He's not the Boy-Who-Lived anymore, remember that."

"He'll always be the Boy-Who-Lived,"

He arrived early to his lesson, eyes full of questions, but never the nerve to speak them. It was unfortunate that the Gryffindor spirit in the boy seemed to be dwindling away.. or rather the stupid bravery. Severus would've actually liked the boy to ask; this way he would see what was on his mind.

"Have you been practising?"

The boy responded honestly, "No,"

"No?"

"Haven't had the time," Damon shrugged.

"Plenty of time to wander the halls, however." Severus sneered, clearly, already in a mood.

Damon did something he hadn't been able to bring himself to do in awhile. He glared at his professor.

Severus rose, "On the count of three,"

On cue, Damon rose.

"One, two, three, legimens!"

Damon closed his mind the best he could...

Kill him.. echoed in his mind, kill him, he's a traitor.. His dream from this morning. He shook slightly. Let me kill her.. only her.. It'll stop after her..

His head was starting to hurt, but Severus wasn't backing down.

He saw Hermione in the hospital next. No, don't see this.. I don't want you to see this..

'Harry?' He heard Hermione asked once again in his head. No, this isn't your business.. He was pulled out of that memory and thrown into another.

A white, shaken red-headed girl, stepping forward, 'I know who you are,' Snape was enjoying this, wasn't he? Enjoying watching others suffer, missing him for his safety. 'Of course, you do,' He saw himself reply.

"Fight back," He heard Severus say distantly.

'You're Harry Potter,' She said. Damon felt himself flinch at the name. It was an irritation almost that didn't go away. 'What?' He then heard himself sneer, 'Weasleys,' He saw himself shaking his head, 'Two run ins in one day, and none of them make sense,'

"Fight back," Severus repeated.

The scene changed.

He was younger, sitting in the girl's loo with Hermione and Ron, preparing the Polyjuice Potion. 'Did you get them?' Hermione asked breathlessly. He showed her Goyle's hair. 'Good. And I sneaked these spare robes out of the laundry,' Hermione said, holding up a small sack, 'You'll need bigger sizes once your Crabbe and Goyle.'

Panic now washed over Damon. What would Severus think of that? He had to stop the memory, but he didn't have to. Snape did.

"Explain to me, Damon, why you and your friends in your second year created a Polyjuice Potions, so you could be two Slytherins?"

Damon shrugged in response.

"You are in enough trouble as is, having stolen supplies from my private stores to make the potion, I suggest giving a reason."

"Reason," Damon replied, "Well, we were under the influence that Malfoy had been the one behind the attacks. We figured he would brag to his best friends."

Snape then asked, "And did you successfully complete the potion?"

"Hermione ended up in the Hospital Wing, the hair she found was actually a cat's. Ron and I, however found out that Draco wished he did know who it was so he could help them."

Snape's mouth twitched slightly, but not in anger. "Back to work. You're not going until there is progress."

There was progress. His professor tried to get into his thoughts about Severus. He certainly did not want Snape to find out something about that. Severus then changed his attention to what was going on in his mind at that time.

You're not getting into what I think about you, I'll be damned if you know. Hmm, he must not be trying now. Good. I can't believe Dumbledore wants me to be in the Order! Like Tonks said, it'll help me become an Auror. I don't want to wait until my birthday though...

"Concentrate!" Snape snapped.

"You're not in my head!"

Snape replied, "You are not joining the Order."

Damon narrowed his eyes, "My parents were in the Order.. parent.. er.."

"Your Mother was a fool for joining the Order, and it is what lead her to her death."

Damon's anger was boiling. "She was not a fool,"

"Not near as much as James Potter was, at least he died with dignity. She died begging for her life."

Damon exploded. The energy in the room flying everywhere, "She did not die begging for her life! She died begging for mine! She died for me! I've heard it! She had to go and set my fate, and so I'll go and fight for a cause that she set for me!"

"You're forgetting that I am your legal guardian until you are 18, and I can say if you can join or not."

Damon was on his feet shaking. A bottled starfish exploded to Severus' right. Damon took the opportunity to hurry out.

Damon was thriving when he walked into the Slytherin common room. A first year said something to him, holding a book. Damon glared at him and the book set aflame. He went to his four poster bed and leaned back.

Why wouldn't Snape want him to join? Damon wondered to himself, wandering,after hours of trying to calm down.