Spoilers: 'A Hole In The World' for Angel and OotP for Harry

Disclaimer: So not mine. Though how I do wish.

A/N: Watching Angel 'Shells' and yeah. So, I'm burstin with the creative juices to figure this chapter out. Oh, and yeah. I don't know Snape's mother's name, so I made one up. If it's wrong, and there is one, please tell me.

Part Two

Severus watched the younger man watch the girl lying on the hospital bed. He sneered at him. Albus was speaking, but he wasn't really listening.

"Severus?"

"Hmm?"

"I asked you if you knew of the drawing potion."

"Yes, I can make it in a few hours time." He nodded over at the younger man. "What exactly is going on here?"

"The young woman was infected by a demon. Wesley remembered what I told him years ago, that if he ever needed help, he could count on his friends."

"Who is the girl?"
"A love interest of his, I do believe." Albus watched the Potions professor carefully. "Severus, you cannot take your resentment of him out on that innocent girl there." He caught Severus' gaze. "You recall what happened last time did that."

"I'll go whip up this potion."

* * * * *

It was nearly thirty-five years ago that the Watchers Council had had any dealings with the Ministry of Magic. It had been back then that a young widow and an untried watcher man met. Calpurna Snape was a secretary working in the Ministry when Roger Wyndam-Pryce walked into her life. Her husband had passed away a few months prior to their meeting.

It was hard to say which of his two qualities she was attracted to: His looks or the power of his position. He fell for her because of her looks, however.

Theirs was a brief and torrid affair, struck to a halt because of the poor taste in trust. The Council considered this as a personal betrayal of trust, ( for while unthinkable, they were far greater prigs back then, than they were when Ms. Summers first became a slayer), This, and the quiet murmurings of a relatively popular wizard, broke the sacred bonds that had united the two most powerful magical organizations.

Surprisingly, neither was dismissed or punished for their passionate crime. They were, however, warned to never speak to each other again. Roger, though disheartened at this loss, married another within the year. As a third anniversary gift, his wife announced her pregnancy. They had a son, named Wesley.

Calpurna could not go so merrily back into the obscurity that was her life prior to the wild affair. For nine months from the very beginning of the affair, she found herself in very painful labor. Severus Snape was not named for his father, but the man that came before his father. A man who'd been dead three long months before he was conceived.

But this would lead you to believe that the brothers grew up ignorant of the other's existence. This was not so, for Roger knew of his oldest son. It was the opposite, for they welcomed Severus into their lives, and the boy spent nearly every other week with his father.

* * * * *

Wesley held her hand in his own, his eyes never leaving her as she slept on. He held himself stiffly. He had to be strong for her, so that she could be strong for herself. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled weakly at him.

"How long have I been out?" She rasped.

"An hour." He followed her gaze to the people in the room, her eyes widened in fear.

"Where are we?"

"Sh, you're safe. We're among friends. They believe they can find a potion to draw out the demon."

"Yay." She said dryly.

"Fred. . ."

"I know. It . . . hurts so bad, Wes."

"I know, darling. But if anyone can cure you, it'd be Sev."

"Who's that?"

"My brother." He caught the glare of his brother as Severus swept out of the room.

* * * * *

They grew, as all children do. And they loved each other as young children will. But there was a viper in their happy home. It was in the cutting down of Roger by Calpurna that affected Severus the most. She also spurred on the natural instinct to hate Wesley, because he lived with his father.

This by no means was to all be laid at the feet of Calpurna. Roger himself played on the aspect of 'healthy' competition between the boys.

The other viper was Voldemort. He'd taken quite a shine to Calpurna. He found her situation most intriguing, and helped to develop the hatred the woman had for the muggle watcher.

But, still the brothers loved each other. Both were intelligent boys, and had many things in common.

When Severus was eleven, and being prepared to enter Hogwarts, Wesley would pester him to write him often and to explain everything. Wesley adored his older brother. But the strain grew heavier still. For who was to say this little muggle boy would become a wizard? Severus didn't have the heart to dash the boy's dreams.

"Sev, then we could spend gads of time together, learning about magic!" the eight year old clapped.

"Wes, you won't even be old enough for three more years. Father spoke of you going to a different school."

"Posh. I'm going to school with my big brother!" The boy chirped.

This would be one of the last times the brothers would get along so well.

* * * * *

Wesley was caught up in the childhood memories of his brother when the door to the infirmary burst open. He jumped to his feet, startling Fred. Severus had left a half hour ago. He was hoping it was him.

Wesley, along with the rest of the people in the room, were shocked to see a black haired teen being helped into the room by a two other students. He gave Dumbledore a puzzled look.

"Harry got hit in the head with a bludger." The girl said.

"I'll get smelling salts." Poppy hustled to get them.

"Smelling salts?" Fred asked quietly.

"Magical of course." He reassured her.

"You should help them get him in bed."

"I think they have that covered, Fred." He smiled at her.

"Can we stay with him, Professor Dumbledore?" The red-haired boy asked.

"Of course, Ron."

"Here, these should work better than when this happened to Wood." Poppy held the red colored salt to Harry's nose.

"Who are they?" Fred whispered to him, "Your brother's kids?"

"No, this is a school. They're students."

"Who are they?" Ron whispered to Hermione.

"I haven't the faintest clue, Ron. I'm seeing if Harry is OK."

The group all watched as the boy on the bed opened his eyes. He slowly looked around the room.

"Did we win?" He asked them.

"Honestly, you get knocked out by a bludger, and all you care about is if you won the stupid Quidditch match." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Did we win?" he asked, turning to Ron.

"We slaughtered Slytherin."

"Good."

"How are you feeling, Mr. Potter?" Poppy asked.

"Like I was hit in the head with a bludger."

"Potter?" Wesley raised his head at the name. He studied the boy. God lord. "James Potter's son?"

"Yes. James' son." Dumbledore said softly, walking over to Fred's bed. "I believe the two of you have something in common, Wesley."

"What could that possibly be?"

"You're both equally disliked by your brother. And you are both at the top of his infamous list."

"I thought Sirius Black was on the top of that list."

"Along with James, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. You and Harry seem to rank a little higher than Lupin these days. He is the only one left on that list."

"Why?" Fred asked.

Their private conversation had grabbed the attention of the other people. Dumbledore looked at Wesley. And he saw the confusion there. Dumbledore gazed into the younger man's eyes.

"James and Lily Potter were killed fifteen years ago by Voldemort." Dumbledore said softly.

"What?" Wesley said shocked.

A/N: Cliffie! how'd I do?