Okay, I am a horrible person, I know. And I also know that a simple "I'm Sorry" won't suffice with the pain and torture I have put you through if you had been waiting that long. I could go on and on with excuses on why I didn't write this in so long but I doubt you want to be hearing all of it. However, if you want to thank anything for this being posted, I would thank my two muses, who still remain nameless… Maybe that is why they keep leaving me when I need them most… Any suggestions?

I am beginning to think that I should rewrite the chapters that I have so far because my writing has changed exponentially (well at least when my muses are being a good and actually listening to me…). Whatever happens, no?

Headmaster's Meeting

"Come in."

Harry slowly entered the Headmaster's office, wondering what he was needed for this time. "Professor McGonagall said you wanted to see me, Headmaster?"

Albus just looked over his student; clearly he was the best student since Tom Riddle, in the magical sense, though he supported the light. The man knew that his student was crushed when Sirius died, but everyone who knew their situation would know that. What he wondered was what would the reaction be when he finds out about his true parentage. A mystery indeed.

"Professor?" Harry asked uncertainly, snapping the Headmaster out of his musings.

"Ah, yes," he responded, steeping his fingers in thought, "how are you doing, my boy?"

"Okay..."

"Excellent, you know that group you started last year?"

"The DA, sir?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one! I was wondering if you were going to continue it. Interesting enough, everyone, especially Mr. Longbottom, improved on their Defense grades, even with having Umbridge as a professor."

"We were thinking about it but since Tonks is going to be our teacher, I don't think it would even be needed..."

"Sometimes extra lessons help everyone, even the instructor," Dumbledore hinted. Everyone who knew the Headmaster personally knew that they had to read between the lines to understand anything. "Tonks and I agree that your teachings are important to these children. It might prove life saving in the future, Harry. We are entering war at an earlier age, that isn't something that can be changed sadly. But," Dumbledore paused, giving a meaningful glance, "we can train these children so they don't fall at the dark's hand."

"You want me to continue the DA," Harry concluded, wondering why his mentor wasn't just saying it outright.

"Though I personally feel that this is a good practice, as a headmaster of a school, I'm not allowed to give permission to my students to go into harms way," was the answer even though the twinkle in his eyes proved differently.

"I quite agree," Harry answered, though his voice seemed to be acted then true, "see you around?"

"Ah, yes, have a good day." So the DA would be continued...

The halls were bare of children, probably because the feast had ended and they were now in their respectful dorms, sleeping off the food they ate. Sleep... something those students would want later as they would be forced back into a schedule for learning

Harry slowly made his way to his own dorms, not really worrying about waking up early the next day; he usually woke up that early anyway. And even so, he could just get some food from the kitchens before the next class.

"So are you going to say anything?" a familiar but muffled voice asked, penetrating the calm silence.

Harry, not wanting to be seen, quickly ran into a dark corner, waiting for the people to pass. He wondered why wanted to hide from Remus, but as he was exit, he heard the other person...

"No," the unmistakable sneer from his Potions Professor answered.

"He deserves o know, Severus! I know that the past hurts, but the sooner you face it, the sooner the healing will come."

"Don't you think I've thought through everything!" Severus asked, stopping to face the werewolf, "You act as if this will be easy! We hate each other!"

"I know that it won't be easy, nothing in life that means anything is easy, but I think you're overreacting. He doesn't /hate you/."

Severus looked at Remus, sending the perfect message of 'You've got to be kidding me.' Harry had to try his hardest not to laugh seeing the look on his teacher's face, but as his professors were right in front of the shaded corner he was in, he kept it back.

"He has every reason to hate me, Lupin," Severus continued, "and it has just continued to build. She would hate me if she saw me now..."

"Stop beating yourself up on this, Severus. Instead of falling into self-pity, why don't you make good of the situation?"

"What am I suppose to do? Go up to the boy and say, 'Guess what, your real father is alive, he's me! And your name is Sansone because your mother is obsessed with name meanings.'"

"I wouldn't put it that way," Remus said tiredly, "you just have to make him see that you aren't the 'Greasy git' that tries to make everyone's lives miserable. That's what everyone sees in you, so you're just going to have to change that image."

"You know how difficult that will be? It's not going be done in anytime soon."

"Rome wasn't built in a day, Severus."

The Potion's professor just stared at Remus because of Remus' name origin and the Rome saying. "You're just too strange," he said, trying to walk away from the werewolf.

"I've tolerated a lot of discrimination in my life and you think that will hurt me?" Remus laughed as he followed Severus, stopping only for a few seconds to give Harry a meaningful glance.

He was found... but instead of revealing him, Remus just continued following Severus, throwing continuous comments to the retreating form.

He continued on his way to his dorms when he saw that his close was clear. So Snape had a son, but he didn't know it. Why would he be so afraid of telling the kid, even though it was said that they hated each other. Do they really hate each other that much?

"What did Dumbledore want, Harry?" Hermione asked as he walked through the common room door.

"We're going to continue the DA."

"Well that's good," Ron added from his position at the chess table. It seemed as if he was playing against the chess set, and the outcome was still unknown. "I couldn't believe that I got an 'O' on Defense. Mum was so proud, she was about to replace Pig but how could you replace that fluff ball."

"I'll send the word to the rest of the members," Hermione said, "Goodnight."

"Night."