Letterorum Incedet

By Angelis-Sensei

AN: Again, I have a flame. I'm original in every OTHER damn aspect of the challenge. Ugh. But no, the one thing that I want to be a little similar to all the others is flamed! -shakes his head- I give up! I don't know what I can do besides not accept anon. reviews. If I get ONE MORE flame… I don't think that I'll have the heart enough to continue this.

Don't worry.. He's not going to be "friends" with Malfoy long… bunch of idiots…

Chapter 4:

In Which There Are Odd Circumstances..

!-!

Lucius was surprised to say the least. Even though his greatest enemy was standing before him, he couldn't bring himself to hate him as he once did.

Finding out that you're really someone else changes everything, doesn't it? He thought to himself. Wouldn't it have been ironic if he and Draco had ended up as being brothers? Hah! That would have been a riot.

He stood, and addressed the taller blond boy and held out his hand. "I'm Lucius Snape, you can call me Luke, though. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. ...?" The brunette raised an eyebrow at the odd expression on Malfoy's face.

"Lucius, eh? I'm Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't know that my dear godfather had a son of his own..." The boy smirked. "So, are you going to come here? Is that why you're here, then?" Draco questioned as he sat down in the chair next to Lucius'.

Lucius became nervous and looked to Severus for a hint at what he should say. At the look, Severus began to talk. "Yes, he'll come here. It is fortunate that he couldn't have attended here before because of Dumbledore, but his caretakers suddenly became ill and could not take care of him any longer," he explained.

Draco eyed them both with distain. "You really want me to believe that? I don't really think that he's new to this place. You aren't are you, Harry?" The blond laughed, watching the other's jump in surprise. "You honestly thought that I wouldn't miss his scar!" He laughed even harder.

For once, Severus chuckled genuinely at their little "spat", if it could be called that. The Potions Master watched as Luke and Draco seemed to get along a bit better than they had before, now that they were more alike.

After having a splendid "chat" with the two people that he had thought he hated the most, Luke wandered back down to the Gryffindor Common Room, where Hermione and Ron were up waiting for him.

Once he opened the portrait, he tensed, wondering what they were going to think of him now that he was... well, their Potions Master's son. Luke even had the greasy hair to go with the role, with other things that he was quite ready to find out as soon as he could. His father and Draco said that he changed quite a bit in just the time that he spent with them.

"Harry! Er...H-Ha- Harry!" Hermione stuttered, seeing Luke enter the room, striding toward them, his robes billowing a bit. Ron just gaped, his jaw almost to the floor.

"Yes, it is I," he proclaimed rather sarcastically, a grin on his face. Even his voice was different, he noted. "What do you think?" The other two-thirds of the "Golden Trio" just mouthed at him, beginning to remind Luke distinctly of fish. "How about we make intelligent conversation instead of looking like fishes?" He chuckled, covering his mouth with one of his hands. His richer voice rang deeply through the room, startling Hermione and Ron out of their stupor.

"I can't believe... So, is this what you look like now? Or is it a glamourie?" Hermione asked straight away, being inquisitive as always.

"Well, I don't know what I look like, exactly at the moment, but some of it might still be the glamourie... I'm not really sure right at the moment." Luke shrugged. "Oh, yes. You might as well get used to calling me 'Luke' now..." he muttered, just loud enough for them to hear, and blushed.

"'Luke'?" Ron questioned. He made a face, confused.

"It's short for 'Lucius'," inwardly debating whether he should tell them right then or not, he continued. "Well, as in 'Lucius Marcus Snape'." Luke looked away, his hair falling over his face like a curtain.

"'Snape'!" Hermione and Ron both blurted out rather rudely.

"Hush! You want to get caught talking about this? We don't want to wake everyone else up, do we?" He hissed at them, coming close, his face still a flushed pink colour. He sat down into a chair across from them, adjusting his too-long robes.

"Well, I still couldn't believe that Lupin was back for another year to teach, even though he's the assistant," Hermione paused. "So, there are more than just a few things that are going out of order and such. For you to be revealed as Professor Snape's son, it makes a bit of sense, doesn't it? You've always had his temper."

Ron nodded absently though not quite looking like he really accepted it making Luke become embarrassed again.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed, mate... Hermione? Good night, you two," Luke yawned, trudging up the stairs to the dormitory.

Once he got there, he flopped on his bed, wiggled out of his robes, dumping them on his trunk by the edge, pulled the curtains closed, and slithered under the golden sheets. Almost immediately he was asleep...

!-!

The next morning, Luke got up earlier than the rest of his dorm-mates for a particular reason – to see just how much he'd changed since the previous day. Do doubt that there was plenty that would have changed by spending all that time with his new-found father.

When he looked into the mirror, he almost thought that he was looking at his father! But upon closer inspection, he found that his lips were much fuller, his eyelashes were much longer, there was even a bit of difference in the jaw and ears… he was beginning to look more like his mother as well. Which surprised him. When he'd been Harry, the only thing that was ever this mother's was his eyes and a bit of his temper. Now that he knew that he was Luke, he realized that where he could have gotten part of his temper from his mother, it was mostly from his father.

His eyes were those black holes like his father's as well. It'd make any of his glares look a lot more convincing and threatening. Luke rubbed his nose – it was most defiantly his father's – although it didn't look as large when his father (or now himself) wasn't sneering. He looked down at his hands that he had been rubbing his nose with; they were much longer than before.

Now, they are a Potions Master's, he thought grinning. He felt comfortable when he was making potions now… had been since his father had let him in his class. He'd surprisingly gotten an O on the O.W.L.'s. Maybe that was because of his recessive genes coming out a little under higher pressure? But now he especially needed to be in Potions if he was to become a Master like his father.

After having a dream the night before, he imagined that being a Potions Master would be better help to the Order than to be just another Auror. Besides, his father would teach him everything he'd need to know about Defence -- that was another thing that he obviously inherited from his father. No wonder Severus had felt that he would make such a better teacher at that than anyone else that the Headmaster hired.

Did he feel that Dumbledore would finally tell him everything? There were still things missing from the puzzle, now that he really thought about it. Luke found that maybe the Dark Lord was right; maybe it was better just to get rid of the muggles. After all, look at what he did to Luke when he was younger! They'd treated him like scum, they'd totally ignored him when he was younger, locked him up in a cupboard. For Merlin's sake, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters would have treated him nicer!

Thinking of such… his father was a Death Eater. He'd been told by Dumbledore that his father was a spy -- but which side was he really spying for? There were so many things that needed answering. And there was the question of weather Luke had really killed the man that he'd previously thought of as his parents' killer. He'd killed him twice now. If he went to him and asked for forgiveness, would he still accept it?

There was also the thought of being blood-related to his once-enemy. He still retained some of the features -- one's that were from of his mother -- that made him still look like Tom Riddle. Sighing, Luke got into the shower and prepared for another long day.

!-!

There were instantly whispers the minute that Luke stepped into the Great Hall for breakfast. He'd forgotten that he'd changed so much since the day before -- they didn't know who he was anymore. No one but Ron and Hermione. And even they didn't really look too happy at all the changes he'd gone through now that they say him in the light of day. He grimaced at the thought of facing them again.

Luke looked to his father at the Head Table. Catching the Potion Master's gaze, he smirked, then looked pointedly at the Headmaster sitting to the left. Severus followed his son's eyes, and gestured at Dumbledore. When Luke nodded, Severus smirked, giving him a look that said "I'll talk to you later".

The Headmaster stood, and locking eyes with Luke, he motioned to him to come up to him. The whispers grew louder as the younger Snape-like student walked to the front of the Great Hall.

"Ah, dear Harry, good to see that you're up," the older man smiled at him, assessing him closely. "I'm glad that Severus finally told you. Professor Lupin kept telling him to tell you every since you came back from the holidays. Would you like to be re-sorted? There were some changes that you've gone through mentally as well, and that can change the house that you're in, wouldn't it?"

Luke was shocked to say the least, but he nodded, then set his black gaze onto the floor. Snapping his head up, he voiced his feelings to the Headmaster (oh, how he hated bending his neck up to look at the old man more now than he'd had to in the past). "I want to be sorted again. Besides, I think that it would build better house relations if a previous Gryffindor became one of their most hated house." None of that was anything that he really believed; he just hoped that the Headmaster would fall for his bullshit.

"I think that would be a brilliant idea," he said. Then a bit louder, he addressed McGonagall. "Minerva, could you bring the Sorting hat down? It seems that young Mr. Snape here needs to be sorted!"

Glancing at his father nervously, he was surprised to see the elder Snape trying to hide his smile behind his hand. Suddenly rid of all anxiousness, Luke couldn't wait to be sorted.

Instantly, the volume of the whispers rose and Luke looked over to his friends. Hermione was waving at him slightly, giving him a bit of good luck, as it were.

"Well, I'd say it's time that we sort this young man, isn't it?" Dumbledore smiled at the Hall. "I am proud to say that out dear Harry Potter has found his roots, and has become who he's meant to be: Lucius Snape. Be kind to him, wherever he's sorted this time."

When the hat finally called out "GRYFFINDOR!" silence echoed through the Great Hall.

A Snape in Gryffindor? Was that even possible? What's the world coming to! Even if he used to be Harry Potter….

Luke couldn't believe what just happened. He glared at his father, huffing, walking to his seat by Ron and Hermione, ignoring Ron's disgusted look.

"I'm sorry, Ron," he tried, looking at his redheaded friend.

Instantly, Ron sighed and patted his best mate's back. "It's okay."

To Be Continued…

There! I hope you're all happy now. If you flame, I think I'll have to give up on this fic. Please, review, though. It makes up for all of the bad things people say.