Hermione had gone to speak with some old friends leaving Lara at the table to watch the children. Not that Hermione had wanted to leave her, but Lara had insisted that Hermione go get back together with her old schoolmates.

Watched the small children affectionately as they entertained themselves so easily. Her son Andy, was coloring with Meggie, in Meggie's Disney coloring book. They were deep in conversation about the latest Pokèmon episode. Hermione had taken her baby with her, not wanting to leave her without one of her parents.

Allison and Eric were talking to one another animatedly in what seemed to be a different language. Lara stared at them for a few moments before finally asking, "Hey, Allie…Eric, what are you guys saying?"

Eric shook his head and rolled his eyes. Allison did the same thing but decided to explain. "It's our secret language. We started using it as soon as we could talk."

Then Eric took over. "Mom was really weirded out when we started. She thought it was a psycog…psycoli…err, a brain problem." He blushed at his inability to say psychological.

Then Allison said, "Then, Uncle Fred…"

"And Uncle George," Eric added.

"I know, him too," Allison agreed. "Anyway, they came for a surprise visit. They are soooo cool!" she gushed excitedly.

"Anyway, they both heard us talking like that and thought it was really funny."

"Yeah, and Uncle Fred went into a long story about how he and Uncle George had had a language, too.

"Mom finally looked relaxed after they told her that," Eric added with a sigh. "It's some weird twin-y thing. Lots do it, right, Allie?"

"Right!" Lara stared at the six year olds in amazement when they finished their explanation.

"Okay…" she began. "I suppose, that makes sense." Allison and Eric smiled widely and went back to their quiet conversation. Lara shook her head and pulled out the book she was reading, The Catcher in the Rye. She had just begun reading when she heard a voice behind her.

"You must be Mrs. Potter." She stood up and turned around, feeling slightly irritated.

"Yes, and you are?" She crossed her arms and looked the man up and down. He had longish, greasy black hair and a large nose. He had grey eyes and looked as if he had better places to be.

"I am Professor Severus Snape. I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher here at Hogwarts. I was Potion's Master when your husband attended," he told her kindly.

"Harry's mentioned you before, but I'm sorry to say, most of it wasn't good," she informed him quietly. "

"Well, he never was particularly bright with Potions," Snape replied coldly.

"Oh, I know! I was looking through our attic about a week ago wanting to know more after we received the invitation. I found report cards and wow, he it was by far his worst subject," Lara stated as she chuckled slightly. Snape joined her.

"When did you become the DADA teacher, Professor? Not to be cruel, but Harry told me you tried every year for that post, but it was always…well, just out of reach."

"Yes, well…it was only a matter of time before the Headmaster realized how perfect I was for the job." Snape was smirking as he said this.

"Well, congratulations. Honestly, I don't know what Harry saw in you that was so awful. A little structure never hurt anyone, did it?" she asked, somewhat confused.

"I like to hope so…where is your Mr. Potter, anyway. I would have thought he'd be showing you around."

"Oh, well, he's over there," Lara pointed towards her husband and two professors she didn't know as she said this, "talking with some people. I'll send Andy to get him." With that, Snape watched her beckon to a small boy.

"This your son?"

"What? Oh, yes. This is Andy and he is three." She then bent down in front of her son and said, "Andy, this is your Daddy's old teacher…Professor Snape. Andy waved shyly at the rather scary looking wizard.

"Sweetie, will you run over and get Daddy for me?"

"But me and Meggie are coloring Tod and Copper now. Do I haaaave to?" he whined loudly.

Lara looked at him fondly and nodded, saying, "Yes, you have to. Now scoot." She gave I little push and watched him run off to his father. Lara then turned back to Snape and spoke to him as they both waited for Andy to return with Andy.

Harry sat his son on the ground and took his hand as they trooped over to Lara and Snape. Harry sighed and stopped in front of them.

"You wanted me, Lara?" he asked trying to ignore the heated glare from his former teacher.

Lara smiled at him and waited until their son was intent on his coloring before answering. "Actually, Professor Snape here, asked where you were and I thought you might regret having come here and not said hi."

Harry looked over at him and held out his hand stiffly; highly doubting Snape would shake it. "Professor…how have you been, err, Sir? How are the Potions students this year?" Harry smirked at this jab, thinking he could finally treat Snape the way he wanted.

Snape snorted and replied, "Fine, Mr. Potter. And I wouldn't know about those students, seeing that I am in fact the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and have been for the past two years."

Harry just stared with his mouth open. Lara saw this and suppressed her laughter, saying, "Close your mouth, dear. It's rude." He shook his head and closed it.

Then he said, not smiling I might add, "Well…err, congratulations, Sir."

"We were speaking about your old school days, Mr. Potter and then I asked her why you were spending so much time separated from her when others are giving their families tours. Perhaps you can answer?" Snape looked at Harry in merriment. How he enjoyed watching his former pupil squirm.

Harry, obviously less amused, gave Snape an incredibly cold look.

"I was…uhh, I was just going to show her and Andy around. So if you'll excuse us…Lara, are you coming?" He took her elbow and she smiled widely.

"Yes, I've been ready all night. Come on, Andy."

The three family members began walking away and Lara looked back quickly at the older teacher. "It was lovely meeting you, Professor." Then she mouthed a silent "Thank you." He nodded and walked away in the opposite direction.

Strange, he thought. That actually felt good. He then smiled a small smile.