Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! If I did my Dad would have his retirement dream of owning a boat to live in the rest of his life.

Notes: In answer to some of the questions I received.

Does Harry know that he is Harry Potter: No he does not. He knows of Harry Potter. As do his siblings. They do not know he is Harry Potter, either.

Harry's scar: either Harry's mother cast a strong concealment charm over it, or the magic his mother created that fateful Halloween night protected them both from not getting hurt. We'll see.

Voldemort: is dead.

Now onto the story!

Chapter Two

Sydney, Evan and Harry waited with their father by the door that led into the Great Hall. They were waiting for the other students to arrive in a few minutes time.

The doors opened and the Hogwarts students began filing in, Harry and his siblings scanned the sea of students for the familiar faces of they're friends. Each found they're friends quickly and went with them to their respective tables.

"Please let the announcements be short!" Ron said hopefully. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other in amusement. Ron was always hungry and had no patience to wait, especially when it came to food.

"I wonder who the new Defense teacher is this year," Hermione commented looking at the teachers table and scanning it for a new face.

A man with dark brown hair flecked with light grey sat next to Professor McGonagall. He had a kind but worn look to him.

"That must be Jack Cage," commented Harry.

"That's the new DADA professor?" Ron asked, his voice showing his surprise.

"Actually our Dad's the new Defense professor this year," Sydney said from her spot a few places down the table.

"Your Dad's the new DADA professor!" Ron asked shocked.

Harry smiled. "Yup, Dumbledore finally gave him the job."

"So that man," she motioned to the brunette man at the teachers table, "must be the new potions professor." Harry nodded in confirmation.

Silently Ron (though impatiently), Hermione and Harry watched the new first years get sorted. When the sorting was over Dumbledore stood to begin his yearly speech.

"Welcome every to a new year at Hogwarts. I hope you all had pleasant and enjoyable summer holidays, but alas a new year has began and its time to get back work. This year we have a few changes, Professor Severus Snape is now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," at this proclamation the students began to whisper to each other. They had known that Professor Snape had always wanted the Defense position, but they had never expected him to actually get it. Dumbledore silenced them after a moment. "Also, our new potions professor is Professor Jack Cage. I expect you to welcome him into our school accordingly. Now," he began after a moment. "Mr. Filch our caretaker has requested that I repeat our policies regarding the Weasley Wizard Wheezes candies andprank materials," at this Ron both blushed and beamed with pride. "use of the prank materials is prohibited and those caught will be properly punished. Also, the Forbidden Forest is again, off limits to everyone." He paused a moment before continuing. "Quidditch tryouts begin the first week of October and for those interested in joining the team, please sign the forms posted in your common rooms. Thank you everyone and let the feast begin!" With that delicious looking food appeared on the plates. Everyone immediately began to dig in excitedly.

After a fulfilling meal they headed to they're common rooms.

Two weeks had passed since school began and it was already in full swing. Hermione seemed to be having a great time with the new curriculum while Harry, Ron and Draco couldn't wait until they got a break from it.

Harry had known Draco since they had been toddlers and they had become fast friends. When they had started Hogwarts they had both hoped to be in the same house, but Draco went to Slytherin and Harry into Gryffindor.

The sorting hat had had a very difficult time deciding which house Harry should be placed. It deemed him smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, loyal to those he cared for but he had too many Slytherin traits to enter Hufflepuff. So it had come down to Slytherin and Gryffindor. Ultimately it chose Gryffindor.

Draco and Harry had been disappointed about not being in the same house but had agreed to still spend time together.

Hermione was fine with Draco and rather liked him as a friend. She enjoyed discussing they're classes and homework with him.

Ron however hadn't even given him a chance. He did not like Draco and that was that. Any time they were around each other they fought, often getting detention.

So Harry had split his time between Ron and Hermione, and Draco. Hermione often joined Harry and Draco when they were together as well, much to Ron's annoyance.

During Harry's fourth year when he was forced to compete in the TriWizard Tournament Draco and Ron had come to an understanding. They tried to be civil while around Harry, as he was one of they're best friends.

During his fifth year Harry was still dealing with what had happened with the TriWizard Tournament. Ron and Draco tried even harder to get along so they could help their friend. Slowly they did form a friendship, but it was still very turbulent.

Currently Harry was sitting in the library researching his potions homework with his friends. Professor Gage was a strict teacher, but not nearly as bad as Severus was.

Harry could tell Severus was really enjoying teaching defense. He was still strict and had a short patience but it was more bearable for everyone to be in class with him.

"Have you found anything on the bruke root?" Ron asked glancing up from the book he was flipping through.

"Umm… I think I found it," answered Draco. He set the book he had in his arms down on the table and pointed to the passage to the bruke root.

"Thanks!" Ron answered happily. One thing he liked about Draco being around was that he knew potions pretty well.

"Harry," a voice behind them called. Harry glanced up from his parchment. It was Evan.

"Yeah," asked Harry.

"I was just told you haven't signed up for Quidditch tryouts," he tried sounding like it didn't matter, but Harry could tell it did.

He sighed. "Yeah, so?" 'Please don't let this turn into a fight!' he silently hoped. They had fought on this enough already.

"So your allowed to try out for the team. Why don't you?" asked Evan.

"I don't want to," was the calm response from Harry.

"But you're a great player!"

"That may be, but I still don't want to play Quidditch." In the corner of his eye Harry could see Ron standing there with a hopeful look on his face. They too, had argued about Harry not wanting to play Quidditch several times. But Harry was adamant.

"That's not fair!" cried Evan angrily. "You know even Mum and Dad want you to play!" He tried again.

Harry nodded. It was no secret that their mother and father wanted Harry to fly again. It was one of the things Harry had quite after fourth year. There hadn't been any Quidditch that year but after the tournament Harry just wasn't interested any more. It didn't seem important to him any more.

"What's going on here?" The silky voice of their father came from behind them.

"Nothing," both Harry and Evan said in unison.

Severus eyed them critically for several long moments before speaking. "Follow me."

Harry managed to quash a groan, turning to his friends he said, "I'll see you later," and with that he followed his father and brother out of the library and through the halls of Hogwarts.

Severus led them to his quarters in the dungeons. Once the door closed and they were in the common room he turned to his two eldest sons. He was not pleased.

"Do not lie to me," he said sternly. "I do not tolerate lying. Now tell me what this is all about."

Harry heard Evan sigh. "We were arguing about Quidditch. I asked him why he hasn't signed up yet for tryouts."

Their father was silent for a moment. "Maybe you should tryout." He addressed Harry.

Harry looked up and glared at Evan. "No, I don't want to play."

Harry now heard his father sigh; he didn't know if it was because of annoyance or disappointment though. "Why not, Harry? You used to love it," he allowed a small smile. "Your mother and I used to have the hardest time even getting you off your broom when you were younger. What changed?" He finished frowning. Harry could see the concern in his dark eyes.

"I'm just not interested. I don't want to play. Can I go now?" He asked hopefully. When Severus nodded he quickly fled the room leaving Evan and his father alone.

"It doesn't make any sense!" Evan finally said clenching his fists in frustration. "He loves Quidditch! Why won't he play?"

Severus sighed, also frustrated with his eldest son. "Your right, it doesn't make any sense." He agreed.

"Do you think he's okay?" Evan asked concern etched on his face. Severus sighed and pulled Evan into a gentle hug.

"I don't know, Evan." He said quietly.

End of Chapter Two

June 5, 2006

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for your reviews! I really appreciate them and love reading them! Sorry this chapter isn't verylong. But the next will be longer and will be posted Saturday or Sunday. Please Review! And have a great week everyone!