A/N: Hi everybody! Here is the fourth chapter of Fell For Those Emerald Eyes! I'm so sorry that the wait was long, these few weeks were packed with works, so I didn't get much chances to write. This chapter is by far the longest I have written in this story though. I hope you enjoy! All underlined words are taken directly from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by JK Rowling. Please R/R!

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Petunia and Vernon Dursley bent over, clutching at their stomachs. Severus had just Apparated them to the side of the door of the Leaky Cauldron, where many witches and wizards passing by shot incredulous and strange looks at them. Vernon's face turned a shade of unflattering red as he tried to hold the bile in. Dudley started crying in his father's arms, but Harry simply remained comfortably nestled in Petunia's arms, his shocking emerald eyes alight with excitement and amusement.

Severus watched with a grim expression. "Side Apparition is unpleasant, especially so on the first time."

"You're right, it did," Vernon groaned unhappily. "Felt like being squeezed through a tube."

Petunia glared at Severus after composing herself, her cheeks flushing red from embarrassment for causing such a scene. "And you couldn't give us a reminder?"

Not wanting Petunia to yell at him, in disguise or not, Severus helped Vernon up. Dudley stopped crying after Vernon popped the pacifier into his mouth, and instead settled on sucking the pacifier.

"Leaky Caw-don!" Harry chirped happily from Petunia's arms, waving a chubby hand at the shoddy pub in front of them.

"That's right, it's the Leaky Cauldron," Severus agreed as Petunia cooed over how surprisingly smart Harry was.

They stepped inside the grubby little pub, which was dusty and dark. A few gnarled old witches were sitting in a corner drinking sherry from delicate little glass cups, and a man holding a long pipe was speaking to the bartender, who looked like a toothless walnut and was quite bald.

"Anything for you lot?" the bartender asked, reaching for a glass.

"No, thank you Tom, we're just heading to Diagon Alley," Severus replied in a clipped tone, steering Petunia and Vernon away. "Perhaps after we're done."

Severus led Petunia and Vernon to a small, walled-in courtyard with just a trash can and a few weeds.

"What is this place?" Vernon asked.

Severus ignored Vernon and started counting bricks on the wall above the trash can.

"Three up, two across…" Severus seemed satisfied as he found an ordinary-looking brick. "Stand back, Vernon, Petunia. And make sure to get Harry and Dudley back as well."

Petunia and Vernon stepped back, clutching on tightly to their children as Severus brandished his wand and tapped the brick lightly. Petunia was about to tell Severus to hurry and lead them to Diagon Alley until she saw that the brick was moving.

A small hole had originated from the middle, and it quivered and wriggled, the hole growing wider and wider, until a mere second later, the three adults and two young children were facing an archway large enough for a half-giant to step through.

"Unca Sev, that be Dai-gon Awwey!" Harry exclaimed happily from Petunia's arms.

Dudley spat out his pacifier. "Wanna go, wanna go!"

Severus could only blink, Occlumency shields forgotten. Lily's child was addressing him as an Uncle!

"Yes- yes, of course, follow me," Severus replied a little bit shakily, and motioned for them to follow him.

The archway led onto a cobbled street with many twists and turns.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Severus smiled rather thinly, though not unkindly.

"What happened to the archway?" Vernon Dudley asked, confused.

"Look behind you," was the succinct answer of Severus.

Obediently, Vernon turned around and saw that the archway had transformed into a solid brick wall. "But- how?"

"Magic, Unca Verny!" was Harry happy and cheeky reply.

Vernon laughed and reached over to stroke Harry's hair. "You are one smart lad, you know that?"

The young toddler just gurgled happily and stuck out his tongue. "Twank you, Unca Verny, but you mu' be sma-tah."

Vernon was taken aback. Not everyday did one encounter a polite, happy, and joyous toddler who never caused too much trouble. Whatever doubts he had before were instantly wiped away into nonexistence.

"Oh, aren't you so cute," Petunia gushed.

"Daddy, Mummy, 'Awwy, wook!" Dudley cried out, waving his chubby arm.

The Dursleys were amazed, and Harry happy at the familiar sight of Diagon Alley. The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons — All Sizes — Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver — Self-Stirring — Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.

"Will we evah ge' one, Unca Sevvie?" Dudley asked.

Severus was once again momentarily taken aback. Two little children, Lily's child, and Lily's nephew, made him their uncle! November 2nd, 1981, was an eventful and quite life changing day for Severus Snape, and he resisted the urge to rub his temples.

"Yes, Dudley, but not now. Perhaps at another store where there are safer and smaller cauldrons better fitted for you. You will get one, though, when you are older. Do you like potions~?" Severus asked, knowing full well that Dudley had never made a potion and would not for a couple more years, but was very curious.

The little shaggy-haired boy thought for a while before blurting proudly, "Yes, Unca Sevvie! I wike Po-tons! Will you tweach us?"

"Of course, I am a Potions Master, and it would be terrible if I didn't teach my own nephews, wouldn't it?" Severus gave one of his rare smiles.

Petunia and Vernon gawked as they saw the "greasy-haired, big-nosed, snappish, biased dungeon bat" talk gently with a little one-year-old Muggle-born boy that he had known for just an hour or so and call him a nephew.

Dudley clapped excitedly and they continued admiring Diagon Alley. A little girl of around seven dressed in midnight-blue robes was walking outside a shop called Eeylops Owl Emporium with her mother.

"Mum, can I have an owl? Please?" the girl whined.

"No, Nymphadora," the mother said sternly but affectionately. "We already have a fully functional and quite charming Tonks family owl."

"But that's a family owl!" the girl pleaded, her hair changing to a shade of fiery auburn-red and her eyes becoming more catlike. "And don't call me Nymphadora!"

"Why can't I call you Nymphadora?" her mother asked. "We've been over this many times already, Nymphadora Tonks is a perfectly wonderful name. What about a cat or a puffskein?"

Tonk's hair changed into a pink shade, just a tad bit darker than her customary bubble-gum pink. "Ooh!" she squealed happily. "Can we go to the Magical Menagerie?"

Sighing, Tonk's mother turned around and led the girl away.

Severus was staring daggers at Tonk's mother.

"What is it, Severus?" Petunia asked. "And why does Nym- Tonk's appearances change color?"

"Nymphadora Tonks is what we call a Metamorphagus," Severus said slowly after a little while. "Metamorphagi can change their appearance at will, and their features also change according to their emotions. Her mother is Andromeda Tonks, she is what purebloods call a blood traitor for loving and planning to marry a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks. She was blasted off the family tree and stripped of her family title, Black."

Petunia and Vernon gasped, while Harry spoke up.

"I we-membah her," Harry chirped. "Papa Pongsie and Mummy Lily talked 'bout her, den they go to a me-wee-ting, An-dwo-me-die be dere too!"

"Oh- yes, you're right," Severus agreed, thanking the gods that Harry had not spoken the words Order of the Phoenix. "We must go to Gringotts now."

"That's the Wizarding Bank, isn't it? It's run by goblins and there's rumors that dragons guard some important vaults?" Petunia asked knowingly as they continued on their way.

"It is," Severus nodded. "How did you know?"

Petunia flushed. "I remember you talking with Lily."

Severus and Petunia were quiet after that as they passed shops selling eels' eyes, potion bottles, globes of the moon, telescopes, strange silver instruments, bat spleens, teetering piles of thick spell books and quills.

"Gringotts," Severus said when they reached a snowy white building, slashing through the tense silence.

The powerful Wizarding bank towered imposingly over all the other shops. Standing next to the double-doors was a creature with a swarthy, clever face dressed in scarlet and gold.

"A goblin," Severus stated concisely, and bowed slightly to the goblin, who in turn bowed back as they entered the bank.

After stepping inside, they were faced with a silver pair of doors, with words engraved on them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Vernon shuddered as he read the poem, but he had to admit that he was impressed about the security levels.

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Vernon, Petunia, Severus, Harry, and Dudley headed for the counter.

"Good afternoon, Bogrod," Severus greeted Bogrod the goblin in a respectful tone. "We are here to visit the Potter vaults."

"Good afternoon," Bogrod inclined his head. "That will be fine, but first, you will need to confirm your identity. Are there any precautions you would like to take for secrecy?"

"Quite," Severus nodded. "I would like a Vow of Secrecy and a seperate room to confirm identities in."

"That will be possible," Bogrod nodded. "Gornuk?"

Another goblin made its way to the Dursleys, Harry, and Severus. It was also wearing the customary Gringotts uniform, but looked different than Bogrod.

"Good afternoon," Gornuk greeted them. "Follow me."

The goblin had led them into a small room. Its walls were tiled with marble, and the only piece of furniture was a small basin.

"A Vow of Secrecy, then?" Severus pressed.

Gornuk made a low rumbling noise that could be interpreted as a chuckle. "Of course," he declared while holding out a gnarled hand, which Severus took.

Severus snapped out his wand from its holster and pointed it at their clasped hands. "I, Severus Snape, ask Gornuk the Goblin to swear a vow of secrecy that he shall not and will not reveal anything that happens between us, man and goblin, unless he receives direct consent."

"I, Gornuk, Gringotts Goblin, do willingly agree to Severus Snape's vow of secrecy. I swear on my life and honor that I shall not and will not reveal anything that happens between us, goblin and man, unless I receive direct consent."

Brilliant jets of violet, midnight blue, and fiery black light leapt out of Severus' wand, forming into a Patronus-like, agile black panther which looped gracefully around their clasped hands, starting from Severus' arm, and spreading to Gornuk's arm. Leaping to their clasped hands, the black panther roared before the light faded away, transforming into fiery specks of dust, though disappearing before they had the chance to touch the ground.

Petunia ooh-ed at the display, while Vernon allowed himself a gasp. Dudley reached forward, grasping at the light and then the dust with his chubby fists. Harry, meanwhile, sat back and looked on solemnly.

"Mummy and Papa did that before," Harry whimpered, starting to cry, and Petunia instantly ducked her head and fussed over the small, curly-haired boy, tears welling up in her own eyes.

Gornuk cleared his throat. "Is there anyone here that is related to the Potters, or is a Potter?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry James Potter, he is in the arms of Petunia Dursley, who is the sister of Lily- Potter." Severus choked on the last word.

"Vault Key, Petunia Dursley?" Gornuk asked, tapping his quite long, sharp-tipped fingernails.

Petunia glanced up while stroking her nephew's curls, and then glanced to Severus for confirmation. "I'm afraid that we don't have it," she admitted.

Gornuk grunted a bit consendingly. "Wand?"

Petunia felt like a small child failing an exam. "I- I don't have a wand, I'm a M-Muggle."

The goblin's swarthy face twisted into one of impatience. "Very well. The only option left is to perform a Blood Test."

When Vernon's face reddened, Gornuk promptly elaborated. "No, no, Mr. Dursley, it's nothing too big. We have a knife, one that is not very sharp. If you prefer to cut yourself, you may hold out your palm and slice a small cut, just enough for one drop of blood to drop inside this basin. The cut will immediately be repared afterwards."

Petunia stepped forward. "I will do it for my nephew," she announced, her horsey face determined.

She plucked the goblin-made pocket-knife from a shocked Gornuk, and slit her palm. A droplet of blood dripped into the basin.

Her pale, large, blue eyes fixated piercingly on Gornuk, who was surprised that a Muggle had been so quick to agree on a Blood Test. "Mr. Gornuk, I remember you were talking about treatment for this cut?" Petunia asked, foot tapping impatiently and uninjured hand on her waist.

"Ah… yes," Gornuk snapped out of his daze. "Of course."

Gornuk pointed his gnarled hand at Petunia's cut and spoke a phrase in a strange language in a low tone. The cut instantly repaired, the cut sealing back into spotless skin, as if Petunia had not cut herself at all.

Above the basin were now the glowing words-

Petunia Dursley (née Evans)

Relation to Potter(s): Lily Potter (née Evans); sister

Permitted to use the Potter Vault by Lily Potter

"Ah," Gornuk murmured after reading the words, then turned to Petunia and bowed deeply. "Welcome, Lady Evans, to Gringotts. I will call the Potter family goblin account manager here. Please wait, I will be right back."

With a final nod of his head, Gornuk exited the room.

"Lady Evans?" Petunia repeated dumbly.

Severus hummed, deep in thought. "Perhaps it has to do with Gringotts and the Blood Test accepting you, leading you to connect with the Potter family magic through Lily. Your title, though, is for now unofficial. If the vault and the assets inside it yield to you as well, and your background in the Book of Information in the Department of Mysteries and Gringotts, it will be made official. With an official title, you can press to open and occupy the Evans seat in the Wizengamot. It will be hard work, though, many pureblood and dark families will do their best to destroy and oppose you, but with the right steps, your seat may change the course of the Wizarding World. The family acceptance is very rare in itself, though."

"What about my marriage to Vernon?" Petunia asked, worried. "Shouldn't it be the seat of Dursley?"

Severus rubbed his temples. "Tuney, your marriage to Vernon is very much real, valid, and functioning, but the Dursleys do not have any known record of a witch or wizard from the family. Even if one of Vernon's distant ancestors had magic, it would be far too distant to consider, whereas the Evans family produced Lily, your sister and a witch."

There was a moment of silence, then Vernon spoke. "Tunia… whatever will we tell Marge?"

Petunia was silent. Marjorie Dursley was a strong-headed woman who hated witches and wizards, or rather, "her kind" and the "freaks". When she heard of Petunia and Vernon openly accepting "her son, the freak," there was no telling what she would do. Marjorie could attempt to kill or maim Harry by herself, or she could set her vicious, inbred dog, Ripper, or one of her other eleven bulldogs, or several at once, on Harry, then steal away Dudley. And whatever would Marjorie do when she heard that her sister-in-law was a Lady in "her freakish world"?

"I-I don't know, Vernon," Petunia murmured quietly. "I really don't know what to do. You love Harry, though, don't you?"

"Of course I do, Pet!" Vernon exclaimed. "How could I not?"

"Then we'll have to tell Marge," Petunia sighed. "We'll invite her over to our house, pretend that it's any old dinner with her, but we'll tell her about Harry afterwards. We'll have an invisible Severus, though, who can restrain Marge until the cops come."

Severus smirked, no doubt approving the Slytherin tactic. "Owl or phone me the date."

Petunia agreed, and the room lapsed into silence again until the arrival of Gornuk and another goblin. The other goblin had a droopier nose, ears, and sparse grey hair.

The new goblin greeted himself with a bow. "It is a pleasure to serve you, my name is Griphook. I am the Potter family accounts manager at Gringotts."

Petunia nodded politely at Griphook. "Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Petunia Dursley, and next to me is Vernon Dursley, my husband. The man to the very left is Severus Snape. I am holding Harry Potter, and Vernon is holding my son, Dudley Dursley."

"Could I ask you a question?" Vernon asked.

"Certainly," Griphook agreed.

"Are you sworn to secrecy?" was Vernon's question.

Griphook chuckled. "Yes, I have been sworn to secrecy since I started working with the Potter family. My first clients were James Potter's grandparents, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter."

Severus widened his eyes. That was quite a long time- Daggerstone, the Prince family accounts manager, had only started serving the Princes when his mother, Eileen Prince, wed Tobias Snape.

"Does anybody else have any other questions?" Griphook asked.

When everybody shook their heads, Griphook clapped once. "Marvelous. Let's head down to the vaults, then. Follow me, please."

Griphook led them out of the small room, back into the marbled lobby, and to one of the doors leading off the hall. Petunia, who had expected more marble, was surprised- it was a narrow stone passageway illuminated by flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They clambered in, Griphook started up the cart, and they were off.

At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Petunia tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.

Petunia's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but she kept them wide open. Once, she thought she saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late — they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

When Severus saw Petunia opening her mouth to ask him a question, he cut her off before she could even start.

"Don't, Petunia," he snapped irritably. "I might be sick."

Severus did look very green from the cart, and the fact that he swore that he could hear Griphook laughing didn't help.

The cart finally rattled to a halt next to a small door in the passage wall.

"Our first stop, Vault 687," Griphook announced, and they all jumped off, Severus looking very relieved that he was no longer in the cart.

Griphook unlocked the door with a small golden key, releasing a lot of green, theatrical smoke. When it cleared, though, what lay before their eyes shocked Petunia and Vernon. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.

"These are all yours," Griphook explained. "This is just a small fraction of the Potter wealth."

Petunia and Vernon stood there dumbly, mouths agape. This small fortune was just a small fraction of the Potter wealth? It seemed ridiculous, and Petunia caught herself waiting for Griphook to admit that it was a joke, except he never did say anything of the sort.

Severus, who remained unfazed, got out a little leather bag and started to pile some of it into a bag, brows furrowed in concentration.

"This should be enough to last one month, including the shopping we have planned for today," he said when he was done. "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it's easy enough."

They exited the room and piled back into the cart, Severus looking very sour.

Since Severus sent her a glare and a sneer that would have sent his students scrambling to get away from his classroom, Petunia decided to ask Griphook her question instead.

"Griphook, how did the Potters get so rich?" Petunia asked loudly over the loud clattering of the cart, the wind whipping away her words.

"The Potter fortune originally came from medicinal products that they invented, such as Skele-gro, Pepper Potion. Fleamont Potter's Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and Scalp Treatment added to the wealth. All Potters work, even though they could live a protected life full of luxury and spend money every chance they have and still have enough for his great-great-great grandkids to live the same lifestyle. Many Potters nowadays work in the Ministry. An often career for Potters are Aurors, and a handful of them have become Unspeakables. Some choose to follow in their ancestor's footsteps and become Healers, others professional Quidditch players. Marriages also add to their wealth, the Potters being a pureblood line until recently."

The cart jolted to a halt, and Griphook motioned for them to all get off. Petunia shivered. They were deep, deep underground, and the air was incredibly chilly. There were many fathomless ravines and abysses. Dudley started to cry loudly, and buried his head into Vernon's cloak. Petunia caught Harry trying to jump into the ravine, and clutched him tighter.

Griphook strode to the door. This door had no keyhole.

"Stand back," Griphook announced importantly and a little smugly.

Griphook reached up and stroked the door, which instantly melted. "If anybody but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and would be stuck there," he explained.

"How often do you check if a person is there?" Vernon spoke up, popping the pacifier into a wailing Dudley's mouth.

A truly terrifying, vicious smile graced Griphook's face. "About every ten years or so," he cackled.

They stepped inside. The room was vast and spacious, and resembled a marbled great hall.

"This is the Potter family vault headquarters," Griphook explained. "This is where most of the wealth is. Now, I suppose you would like to deem the magical ability of your nephew and son?"

Petunia nodded.

"Let's first start with your son," Griphook replied. "Follow me, please."

Griphook led them to a door on the side, and unlocked it. The door led to a stone, bedroom-like room, with a bed in the center, but a wooden bench surrounding and motioned for Vernon to put Dudley on the bed.

Dudley sat on the bed inquisitively as everybody except for Griphook sat down. Griphook conjured a staff about half as tall as him, which resembled a thick stick but had eloquent patterns carved into it. Griphook waved it over Dudley while mumbling some strange words, and a piece of yellowed parchment was spat out from the staff.

Griphook took the parchment and examined it. "Mrs. and Mr. Dursley, congratulations! Your son is a wizard whose skill is above, though not drastically, the average wizard. His strengths are predicted to be Healing and Charms."

Petunia smiled proudly and Vernon clapped and hugged his son.

"Now, if you would kindly place young Harry on the bed?" Griphook asked.

Petunia complied and placed Harry on the bed. When Griphook repeated his actions with Dudley, he seemed very surprised at the parchment.

"I-is there a problem?" Vernon asked nervously, not wanting his nephew to have a serious problem.

"No, Mr. Dursley," Griphook said slowly after a long while. "No. I would like to congratulate you all on the skill of your nephew. His magical power is so powerful that it is off the charts, and he has many talents. Harry has full control over his Metamorphmagus powers, and is a natural at Occlumency and Legilimency, the mind arts. He is also an elemental, which is a wizard who has the ability to manipulate an element to such an extent that it surpasses spells and charms, but his elemental abilities will surface only when he is five."

Petunia, Vernon, Severus, and Griphook sat in shock.

"Am I in twoble?" the cheeky voice of one Harry James Potter slashed through the silence.

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