"He just showed up at your house?" Was the first thing out of Mitchell 'Mich' Rothschild's mouth when he leaned about what had happened to his friends on Saturday.

"Mr. Snape? The substitute filling in for Mrs. Fredericks?" Francesca 'Frankie' Rothschild questioned, having to pipe in on the conversation going on at their lunch table.

"Yes!" Ron yelled out once he swallowed the bite of meatball hoagie he had in his mouth. "Snape. The git that has us copying chapters out of our Physics books."

The two Rothschild siblings shared an amused look with each other. They knew that Jamie and Will were from England, originally. But it was still amusing to hear them slip back into their old accents. This didn't happen often and when it did, they were usually very annoyed or angry.

"What? We're not crazy." Harry mumbled as he shook his box of chocolate milk, opened it, and took a sip. "It was Saturday afternoon. And I think..." He trailed off then looked down at his half eaten lunch. "I think he was at Broomsticks on Friday. I swear that someone was watching us the entire time."

"Now that's just creepy." Mich replied with a look of disgust on his face. "Is he stalking you two? I bet he's one of those perverts who likes boys or something." The look on his face grew serious.

"Guys, this is serious. He could be dangerous. Did you tell anyone?" Frankie added as she pushed her untouched salad away and stared at her two friends.

"Who are we going to tell? Principle Chaucer? We all know how much he likes Harry and I." Ron snapped back, sarcastically then sighed. "Sorry." He then mumbled an apology.

Frankie rolled her eyes. "I never suggested Chaucer. But what about your dad? I know that he'd care."

"Doc isn't even in the country. We can't just call him up and out of the blue tell him that we might have a stalker. What could he do from where he's at?" Harry finished his milk, crushed the carton with his hand, and tossed it onto his tray.

"Lots can be done. If we're in trouble and dad is out of the country, we call him up and he fixes it." Mich finished his hamburger and pushed his tray away.

"Your dad is a lawyer, Mich. Of course he can fix it." Ron just rolled his eyes. "He has lackeys that stay in the States when he is out of the country on business. All he has to do is call one of them and they handle it. Doc isn't a lawyer. He's the CEO of Fleur and Sanders. His lackeys are all nerds that deal with...finance and customer service. A lot of help they would be to us. I can see the headlines now; Financial Advisor beats up Pervert for stalking CEO's kids."

Harry snickered and shook his head. "Ron's right. I don't think Doc can help us on this. At least not while he's out of the country. If he comes home to visit, we'll be sure to explain the situation to him."

"Well then, what about our dad? He likes you two and I'm sure he'd help." Mich offered. And he was right. His father, Franklin Rothschild, did like his childrens friends. He was always inviting them along on skiing trips to the Alps or scuba diving in the Bahamas.

Frankie stared at her brother. She was well aware of her fathers fondness for Jamie and Will but she never knew that Mich noticed it as well. "He's right, you know? Our dad adores you two. Sometimes, I think he has four kids instead of two."

Harry seemed to consider this and after recieving a nod from Ron, smiled. "If it isn't any bother...could you maybe mention our situation to him and see what he says?" That would be one way to get Snape and the others out of their lives.

"Bother?" Mich snorted and leaned back on his chair. "He'll jump at the chance to help you." He wasn't jealous of his fathers affection towards the other boys. It wasn't a secret that Franklin wanted more than two children but his wife died before that could happen. He also knew that Doc wasn't around much and his friends liked being around a father figure. He viewed them as brothers anyways; they all were very close. "I'll ask him tonight when we get home."

Frankie caught sight of the subject of their conversation and frowned. The man really did look threatening. He was wearing all black, which made his pale skin even more pasty looking. His hair was shoulder length and greasy. A shiver shot down her spine when she locked eyes with Snape. She felt herself falling into those black eyes but at the last minute, she gasped and jerked her gaze back to her brother and friends. Swallowing, she wrapped her arms around herself, protectively. There was definitely something creepy about that man. Something that made her skin crawl.

"Are you alright, Frankie?" Ron noticed that she was trembling.

"Fine. I'm fine, Will" Frankie murmured, absentmindly. She never referred to him by his nickname of 'Ron.' The same when with Jamie. She never called him 'Harry.' She was one of the few that used their first names but she didn't care and they didn't seem to mind. "I'm just a little chilly." She would do everything in her power to make sure that her father helped her friends. They were like brothers to her and she didn't want to see either of them hurt.

The bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. They threw their trash away and began their trudge to their classes. The conversation playing on all four minds.