Disclaimer: Do I have to put this up every chapter? Cause that gets really annoying. Still, you want the disclaimer, its in the first chapter, along with that humongous note that hardly anyone will read, so hah! On with the story.

POSSIBLE PAIRINGS: Harry/Voldemort, or Harry/Draco, or Adrian/Voldemort, or Adrian/Draco

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!

Destiny Awaits:

Chapter Two: Rings, Headquarters, and Migraines

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Adrian groaned softly, looking around warily before his memory returned. He was at Hogwarts, had met his father, in the dungeons, discovered Nicholas was the DADA teacher, and was in his temporary bedroom. Rubbing his head, and ruffling his always-messy hair, he glanced around again. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed; a white crystal lay shattered on the ground before him.

"So that's what happened," he grumbled, picking up the pieces carefully. The crystal fragments trembled from the excess power still contained in them, and shifted from clear to opaque every now and then. Sighing again, he put the fragments into a small box with velvet lining it. Closing the lid, he tapped it with his wand three times, then opened it again. Two fragments had sealed together, but the rest were still exactly where he had put them. Closing the box again, he tapped it twice before shrinking and putting it back in his pocket. Rolling his shoulders, he stood and looked at the clock. It read five thirty, in the morning.

"Hmn, well at least I got some sleep," he muttered, glancing at his stuff. Somehow, his two trunks had arrived and were waiting by the bed. Going through his things he had put on the bed, he packed most of his weapons away in his second trunk, leaving his two wands, two daggers around his waist, two daggers in his boots, and his potion vials. His weapons of choice were hidden carefully, making it appear he was defenseless.

After his weapons were packed, he pulled off his cloak and packed it on top of them, concealing them. Digging through his other trunk, which was filled with clothes and other belongings, he pulled out a clean set of clothes. Glancing outside his room, he determined his father was still asleep and crept out, glancing through the rooms until he found the bathroom. He quickly cleaned himself up and got ready for the day, checking himself over in the mirror. He wore a black t-shirt with two blue dragons coiled together on the chest, a pair of loose black pants, his boots, gauntlets, and a plain black robe. He slipped his weapons into their proper places before straightening, ready for another stressful day, one he wasn't expecting at all.

Walking out of the bathroom, he ruffled his damp hair as he stepped into his room, checking it for anything he might have left out, then closed and locked his trunks. He shrunk them, slipping them into his pocket, before looking around his father's quarters. It was a nice set of rooms: two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, small dining room, kitchenette, and a potions lab.

"I see you're up," Adrian blinked and looked into the potions lab again, to see his father brewing a complicated potion.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Who says I slept?" Snape replied, adding in a liquid ingredient. Adrian cocked his head slightly at the potion.

"Add in more vampire saliva, and only put in two beetle eyes," he quipped, then ducked out of the room. Snape frowned, looking at his potion. Reluctantly, he did as his son said, blinking in astonishment as the potion turned vibrant emerald green, unlike his previous potions of watery green.

"How did you know that?" Snape asked, stepping into the kitchenette after bottling the potion. Adrian looked up from searching in the lower cabinets.

"Oh, hmm, the saliva accents the pigmentation of the beetle eyes, using only two neutrals the poison of the Irchwood seeds as well as gives you the correct amount of pigmentation for the saliva to enhance and accent." he said, digging around.

"Hmm, who taught you this?"

"Mum," he grinned up at his father, "who learned it from you," Snape blinked rapidly, trying to remember. He shook his head slightly, remembering how terrible his wife had been until he taught her.

"What are you doing?"

"I am looking for," Adrian dug in further, before smirking and pulling out a tiny chest, small enough to fit in his palm, "this,"

"And what is that?" Snape took the chest, looking confused.

"Mum said she hid it in the living room, but I guess someone else moved it." Adrian shrugged, getting up, and hit himself in the head with the top of the cabinet. "Ouch!" Snape raised a brow at his son, who now was rubbing his head.

"Was that fun?" he asked, sarcastically. Adrian glared up at him in response. "Now, what is in it that you deemed to be so important?"

"Your ring," Adrian said, simply, standing up. His chin was on level with his father's shoulder, thus he had to look up slightly to meet his eyes. Snape looked at the box wordlessly, his hands gripping it tightly. "Mum wanted you to wear yours after she died, she was buried with hers on." Snape sighed slowly, opening the box. Inside, his gold band glittered in the light; engraved on the inside, were his and his wife's initials. Hesitantly, he pulled the ring out and slipped it onto his finger. The two were silent for a few moments, before someone knocked on the portrait.

"That would be the Headmaster," Snape muttered, moving to let him in. Adrian glanced around before following, waiting behind his father and listening in.

"Severus, did you get any sleep?" Dumbledore's voice was light yet was slightly stern.

"I was restocking Poppy's stores, before the school year started again," Snape said, defensively.

"You're going to wear yourself down, dear boy, and speaking of boys, how's Adrian? No doubt he's still asleep…"

"Morning Headmaster," Adrian said, leaning against the wall. Dumbledore paused, his eyebrows raised.

"I was not aware that you were awake, especially so early…"

"I tend to get only a few hours of sleep," he shrugged, hiding his wince as he felt his muscles pull.

"You don't appear to have had a restful night," his blue eyes looked closely at his face.

"I've survived on worst," his tone was light, but had a warning to drop it

"Very well, are you ready?"

"Yes,"

"Good, good, come along then," the two followed him up to his office, where they Flooed to Headquarters, after Adrian was given the slip of parchment. When they stepped out, they weren't surprised to see anyone up. Dumbledore showed Adrian to a bedroom before leaving with Snape to discuss some Order business. Adrian pulled out his things and began unpacking, taking a short nap afterwards. When he woke, it was almost eight, his nap being a little more than an hour and a half. Yawning softly, he walked downstairs, looking around curiously. He peered inquisitively at the curtains hiding the portrait of Mrs. Black as he moved past. Poking his head into the dining room, he was surprised to see a crowd of Order members waiting.

"Adrian," Snape directed their attention to him as he stepped in. He nodded slightly to him, looking around at the wizards and witches who were looking at him suspiciously.

"Ah, wonderful, I was just going to send someone to get you," Dumbledore conjured an armchair for him, waving him to sit. Adrian sank into the cushion cautiously, looking wonderingly at his father, who did not look at all pleased. "Adrian, we would like to invite you to join the Order," Dumbledore folded his hands over his beard and leaned back as though expecting him to be overjoyed. For several moments, he just sat there silently.

"No thanks," he replied, mimicking Dumbledore and laying back against the chair.

"No?" Dumbledore frowned.

"I don't want to join the Order," Adrian repeated, not moving. Mad-Eye looked at him suspiciously, before grinning.

"He's not going to agree to nothing, without an explanation." he growled, puffing out his chest.

"Adrian, we need to keep an eye on you, Voldemort will want to meet with you, and its possible that you could give your father away as a spy," Dumbledore started.

"No offense, I'm flattered, really, but I can take care of myself, and I don't want to join the Order," he said flatly.

"You don't, really have much of a choice, dear boy, you'll need the protection…"

"I don't have a choice?" Adrian repeated softly, glaring at the Headmaster. "I don't know who died and made you ruler of my life, but I won't do every petty little order you tell me to do. In fact, you cannot order me around at all, my master is Master Eldon, and only he can order me around." The Order members were silent for several moments, Dumbledore looking intently at him.

"Would you rather be locked up in here until the school year starts?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll probably lock myself in my room and study, that's what I'm used to doing,"

"Why don't you want to join the Order?"

"Do I have to give you a reason?" Adrian asked, leaning forward.

"I would appreciate it," Dumbledore said slowly. Adrian leaned slightly closer to him, his eyes glowing with his anger.

"Because I work alone," he said simply.

"And I do not want my only son to join," Snape spoke, standing up. Several members looked at him in surprise, he never defied the Headmaster on anything unless to point out weaknesses in battle strategies.

"Severus, I understand that you're feeling protective of your newfound son, however, he must join the Order in case Voldemort finds out about him," Dumbledore started.

"Which he will eventually," Adrian said, looking at his nails. "If, I'm to go to your school, no doubt the Death Eaters' children will report to their parents, and them to Voldemort, about my presence."

"See Severus, your son agrees with me, for his protection he must join the Order so we can keep an eye on him,"

"Hold up! I did not agree to join," Adrian stood, crossing his arms. "I'm not joining, and that's final."

"My son is not going to become a spy like me, Albus, no matter what." Snape hissed, leaning ominously against the table.

"Severus, if you are discovered, we will need another spy anyway, who better suited than your son? Of course Voldemort will most likely not trust him until he proves himself, but still," Dumbledore started.

"He isn't joining the Order, Albus, and that's final, I am not changing my mind on this," he snarled. Adrian rubbed his temples as other members began arguing against or for his joining. Soon, the room was full of angry and loud voices arguing.

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"No way! Snape has a son!" Ronald Weasley exclaimed, disbelievingly. Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter all stared at the Weasley matriarch in stunned surprise.

"Ronald Weasley! Show some respect, Professor Snape's wife died only a few weeks ago!" Molly Weasley scolded. They apologized softly as she led them up to Grimmauld Place, Tonks and Remus ahead of them. They heard a crash from inside before Mrs. Black began screeching, entering they saw Tonks yelling apologies and she and Remus tried to pull the curtains down. Mrs. Black was being particularly vicious however, and they were nearly flung across the room. They could hear yelling from the dining hall and kitchen through the door as well, which intensified when the door was slammed open.

"FILTHY MUDBLOODS INVADING MY HOME! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS ATROCITY!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU OLD HAG!" Someone they didn't know, a teenaged boy, shot out and whipped out his wand, a blast of red smacking the portrait with a loud bang. She screeched as the portrait disintegrated before their very eyes, the boy turning to the other screaming portraits. "One more word out of any of you and you'll join her!" he hissed, pointing his wand at them. Immediately, all the portraits shut up, staring at him in fear. Blessed silence surrounded them, several Order members stared at the teen in awe. The rest of the Order, still in the kitchen and dining room, gaped soundlessly. Snape was staring at the boy as though he had grown another head.

"Adrian?"

"Finally, peace and quiet," he muttered, rubbing his temples. He glared icily at the Order meeting, specifically Dumbledore. "I am NOT joining the order," he turned to Snape, "YOU have no authority over me either," he turned to them, "and now I have a migraine. Anyone who bothers me, will be worst than her," he pointed to the portrait that was now bits of ashes and scorch marks. Glaring one last time, he headed up the stairs, holding his head gingerly.

"Was that…?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore stated, "That was Adrian Snape,"

"He is hot!" Ginny squealed, Hermione blinked and nodded slowly. Snape scowled at them, rolling his eyes. Harry and Ron stared at the girls disbelievingly.

"What? He is," Hermione shrugged.

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It had been several hours since the incident with Mrs. Black; no one had seen Adrian at all. As dinnertime came around, Mrs. Weasley wondered whether to send someone up to bring him down. She didn't have to decide, since he came down as she began preparing dinner. Wordlessly, he began cleaning up the dirty dishes and wiping down the counters.

"You don't need to clean, dear," she started. He shook his head, smiling slightly at her.

"Sorry ma'am, but back at Arcane, we had to help prepare our dinner, I'm not going to break that habit,"

"Oh, well then come stir this," he took the spoon she was stirring with so she could bustle over and begin to prepare the vegetables for the stew they were having. She added in the vegetables as he stirred, adding in the rest of the beef. She took over his stirring, enabling him to put the bread into the oven to cook. The two bustled around the kitchen, ignoring as it heated up, making their hair stick to their faces and forehead. When dinner was ready, he prepared to carry the heavy pot out to the dining room. The other students came in just as he came out of the kitchen, his muscles seen through his simple t-shirt as he set the pot down. Ignoring them, he wiped his forehead and reentered the kitchen. He didn't have his robes on, having taken them off when it became too hot as they worked. Mrs. Weasley hovered dishes and silverware out to the table, moving aside as he carried two baskets full of small buns to the table. "Thank you Adrian," she smiled warmly at the young Snape. Adrian blushed slightly, not used to praise. "It's just us, Adrian, Tonks, and Remus," she added to the others. Remus entered and sat down beside Harry.

"It was nothing Mrs. Weasley," Adrian murmured, taking the other seat beside Remus. Tonks pranced inside, settling down beside him. Dinner was mostly quiet, the group not knowing how to act around him. He was the first finished, and headed to the kitchen with his dishes. Mrs. Weasley shooed him out before he could start washing the dishes.

"Go on young man, go chat with the others, no doubt they're curious about you," she said, pushing him towards the dining room.

"I would rather not," he said, uncomfortably.

"They're not going to bite," she said fondly, "Ginny, Adrian's being shy, could you introduce him to everyone?"

"Sure Mum," she grabbed his arm and tugged him over. He allowed himself to be pulled to the study, the others following behind them. "Come on, we're not going to Stun you,"

"Like you could," he retorted, smiling slightly. She grinned back at him, then began circling and studying him. He patiently waited for her to finish, then had to wait as Hermione did the same thing. Afterwards the two whispered and giggled together, glancing at him every now and then. Harry smiled slightly and held out his hand.

"Harry Potter,"

"Adrian Snape," they shook hands, Adrian not at all concerned with the other boy's fame.

"Ronald Weasley," Ron shook his hand once before backing away slightly.

"What spell did you use on Mrs. Black's portrait?" Hermione piped up, looking at him curiously. She barely reached his shoulder, forcing her to look up.

"Blasting Curse," he shrugged.

"Really?" Hermione asked, her brows furrowing.

"Well it's a different variant of it, a stronger and more focused version of the common Blasting Curse. Of course it uses more power and is harder to learn than the other, so not many learn it." he shrugged.

"Can you teach me?" she asked, stepping closer to him. He bit his lip, thoughtfully, gently easing her back so she wasn't pressed against him.

"Possibly," he said, thinking, "Although Sin would be a better teacher," he added unconsciously.

"Sin?" Ginny piped.

"He's one of my friends, back at school," he explained, absently.

"Oh? Who're the others?"

"Terror, and Bliss, and trust me, when those girls get together, you need to run," he smiled faintly, remembering his friends. The Hogwarts students looked at each other curiously.

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Second chapter. Yay. I'm tired. It's past one in the morning, but I'm still too tired to go to bed. Wait, that was wrong. I'm too awake to go to bed. That's sounds about right. Review please? I'm thinking about responding to them, so go right ahead and ask a question.

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Thanksto Acinonyxjubatus for reviewing.

Adrian's stronger than Sev, yes, but only because he had two extremely powerful parents, one of which isn't completely human...but that's in the next chapter. Sev himself is pretty strong, it goes something like this:

Harry

Voldemort and Dumbledore

Lucius and Severus

and so on, Adrian's competing with Harry with who's more powerful, but it all depends on the reviewers and their suggestions for the pairings.

So thanks again for reviewing, I'm so happy, (dabs at eyes with a hankerchief)