A/N: Ah, sorry about the wait for this chapter. I've been very busy all week. Sighs I just found out I failed Science. But don't worry, I'll still continue writing. For all those people that liked the drunk Snape from the last chapter, you're going to love him in this one.

Harry spent the whole afternoon at a mall. He bought some new clothes, and cut his hair into a much more updated hairstyle. It was the same messy raven locks, but it was more tamed. He took a shower once he got back to the hotel, and changed into his new clothes. For some reason, he was starting to feel un-sure about the whole thing. Maybe he should listen to Snape...but come on! Snape was drunk on the phone, he didn't know what he was talking about. He probably forgot that Harry hadeven called yesterday. Though it would be amusing to watch Snape's expression when Harry showed up at the place, it is a possibility that he wouldn't get the job, after all, Snape still hated him. Still though, he should at least try.

Harry looked into the mirror, and suddenly felt self conscious about the way he looks. He bit his bottom lips nervously, a habit he couldn't get rid of. Just in a few minutes, he would be standing in front of Sean Anderson, answering pestering questions again. He shook his hands, exhaling a bit. If he doesn't get the job, then he'll have no idea where to start afterwards. He didn't want to go back to Ron and Hermione's. As much as he loves them both, he still needed time alone.
Harry grabbed a coat and left the hotel. The address to Sean's house was written out on a piece of paper. He kept on crumpling and un-crumpling the paper nervously. As he got in a taxi, the driver gave him a weird look.

"Where you going?" the driver asked gruffly.

Harry slowly handed him the address and leaned back against the seat. The cab smelled strongly of cologne, and Harry wished he could at least roll down one of the windows. The look on the driver's face maded Harry stay put. During the long car ride, he tried to stay calm by examining the scenery they passed. One of the houses was decorated with Halloween decorations, another had carved pumpkins scattered all over the front yard. Harry was expecting to see a decorated house too, but when the driver pulled up to a gate, Harry was very wrong. He paid the man and got out, staring at the castle like house. Large pine trees guarded the main entrance. The gate was made out of steel painted midnight black. Harry breathed in the fresh pine smell and walked up to the gate, which opened by itself in a welcoming manner. He walked in and watched as the gate slowly closed itself. Harry continued walking, enjoying the many planted flowers and trees, and he even noticed a large water fountain. The stone path lay free of litter. It was like walking in an extremely clean park. 2 gardeners were installing a birdbath in the middle of 2 patches of daisies.

He was starting to enjoy the stroll until the house came into view. Now that he was up close, instead of a castle like house, it was a beautiful white Victorian house, with a matching gazebo on its side. Harry was in awe as he stared at the home of Sean Anderson. He snapped out of it when the front doors opened and a man was thrown out. The man landed painfully on his side. Harry was about to make a move towards him, but he stopped in his tracks as he watched a cloaked figure walk out too. It was the same-cloaked man he saw on the streets a few days ago.

"Come back in a few years when you're more educated," the voice belonging to Severus Snape barked.

The man scrambled up, glaring at him.

"GO!" Snape yelled chucking a bottle of whisky at the man, who quickly dodged it and ran past Harry.

"Damn! There goes my last bottle," Snape muttered to himself, while his eyes traveled to Harry and it stopped there. "Ah, Mr. Potter. I'm going to have fun with you."

Harry edged a bit further from him.

"Come in Potter," Snape drawled and stepped inside the house.

Harry carefully followed. The view of the house on the outside was already the most luxurious thing Harry had ever seen, but it was nothing compared to the inside. The grand hall was made out of marble, including the two staircases on each side, which led up to the second floor. In the middle of the room was a royal blue carpet, looking as if no one had stepped on it before. Snape was waiting by one of the staircases, tapping the rail impatiently. Harry took his time examining every single corner of the room. The ceiling resembled a bright sunny day, with a few clouds here and there.

"If you're quite done Potter, we can get on with our lives."

Harry looked over at Snape and followed him quickly. The second floor was a large rectangular room, carpeted with a cream coloured rug. Each corner stood a stand with a pot of yellow tulips. There was a door on one side, and a larger door on the right hand side. Snape walked into the smaller one with Harry trailing behind. It leads to an office with a large fireplace crackling merrily. Snape pointed to a black leather couch and made Harry sit down.

"So," Snape said walking over to a cupboard and grabbing a bottle. "Name?"

"You know my name."

"So? Let's pretend we don't," Snape glared and poured himself a drink.

"I thought you threw your last bottle away."

"I did, this is grape wine," Snape said sitting down. "So let's get to the point, have you taught anything to anyone before? You know...experience."

"Err yes," Harry lied.

"Do you have any kids?"

"No."

"Are you married?"

"No."

The question asking continued on for half an hour as Snape continued to drink more and more. It finally got to the point where Snape was swaying in his seat, his eyes glazed, and there was a goofy grin plastered on his face. He gave a loud hiccough and poured himself some more.

"Did you create that Potter Bread Company downtown?"

"Err..."

"Where are Granger and Weasley? Are they shagging up a storm?" Snape let out a little low giggle.

That struck one of Harry's nerves," They are not!"

"How do you know?" Snape said eyeing him suspiciously. "You're not psychic are you?"

"No I'm not. Sir, I think you had a bit too much."

"I'll tell you when I—"

"Really, Professor."

Snape got up unsteadily and stared beadily at Harry, "Potter you...you—" His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he slowly tipped over and passed out.

Harry jumped up from his seat in alarm and went over to him.

"Professor?" Harry whispered, poking the old potion master's arm.

Snape didn't move an inch. Harry looked around, hoping no one will walk in on the scene. It would seem a bit odd with Harry kneeling over a passed out Snape. They might even think Harry had murdered him. Someone knocked on the door. Harry looked at the un-locked door in panic, trying to think of ways to get him out of this situation.

"Uncle Snape?" came a child's voice.

"Oh shit," Harry swore quietly.

"Uncle? Are you in there?"

"Ah...uh...N-NO!"

Smart move, Harry thought while slapping himself mentally.

"Who's in there? I'm coming!" the child warned.

"Nobody!" Harry said quickly. Realizing what he had done, he quickly got up and hid behind the desk.

The doorknob rattled, and a child of 9 stepped into the room. He looked around cautiously and spotted Snape at once.

"Uncle Snape!" he yelled and hurried towards him.

The yell caught Harry by surprised, as he tried to get up from his hiding spot and sneak away. Harry banged his head on the desk while trying to stand up. The little boy jumped a bit and grabbed a nearby lamp.

"I-I'm armed," the boy said shakily, raising the lamp over his head.

Harry unfortunately had no idea the boy was telling the truth. He quickly stood up and they both stared at each other.

"AHH!" the boy screamed, staring widely at Harry.

"AHHH!" Harry screamed too.

"AH!" the boy chucked the lamp straight at Harry's head.

The china pieces shattered as Harry fell to the floor unconscious.

Harry groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and was met with a throbbing headache. What happened, and where was he? He took a glance to his right and noticed he was in a large room. He slowly sat up, rubbing his forehead, only to find it bandaged. He winced as he gently probed it. He was sitting on a king sized bed with matching green bed sheets and blankets. A gasp was heard and Harry whipped his head towards the sound. That was a mistake; it only made his head throb even more. He squinted at the creature that was looking up at him with large eyes.

"Dobby?" Harry said un-sure.

"No Mr. Potter, I am Star sir," the house elf replied.

"Do I know you?"

"No sir. Star is very sorry she had disturbed Harry Potter in his sleep sir. Star is a bad elf!"

"No, no! You didn't disturb me, I woke up myself," Harry quickly said before the small creature could punish herself. "If you don't mind though, I would like to be alone for a moment."

"Of course sir!" With that Star vanished with a soft 'pop'.

Harry slowly got out of the bed, with his head still aching. At once his bare legs were met with the iciness of the room. There were no fireplaces, nor a heater. What puzzled Harry was where did his pants go? He was standing only in his boxers. He still had his shirt on though. He didn't get raped did he? Harry's eyes widened. The last thing he remembered was someone screaming. Perhaps he got kidnapped? While Harry was still pondering, making up wild conclusions, the little boy slipped into the room silently.

"Why are you talking to yourself?"

Harry jumped and turned around. He opened his mouth to speak, but the boy was faster.

"You're a odd man you know. Haven't you any money?"

"Uh..."

"Do you live out on the streets?"

"No!"

"I think I saw you before. Are you lying to me? I don't like people who lie. I saw you at the market before. Hey! You're the one that crashed into me! Your very clumsy, of course you should already know that by now," the boy surveyed Harry up and down, pulling a disgusted face. "Why are you naked?"

"Well I'm not fully naked," Harry said promptly.

"So? You're in your panties," he snickered.

"They are BOXERS!"

"I have a pair like that. Did you get them at a children's department?" the boy asked, he looked around the room. "I'm not interested or anything."

Harry found this all very amusing, "You ask a lot of questions did you know that?"

"Father told me once...or a couple of hundred times."

Harry smiled, "So what's your name?"

"Emmick."

"Where's your mother?"

Emmick looked down on the floor, shifting from foot to foot. Harry, noticing the uncomfortable look on the young child's face, quickly changed the subject.

"Which school do you go to?"

"I'm getting home schooled, but I'm going to Hogwarts when I turn 11. I can't wait. My father went to Durmstrang, he complains about the lack of heaters there, so he decided to let me attend Hogwarts instead."

"That's a weird reason," Harry said out loud.

Emmick looked insulted, "Well you're a weird person, you don't hear me voicing MY opinion."

"You just did."

"Until now."

They both looked at eachother, not saying a word. Harry got to examine Emmick carefully. Despite what he thought before about Emmick looking like Draco, he found out he was wrong. Emmick looked nothing like him. His nose was pointier, his eyes are blue instead of Draco's lovely gray, and his hair was light brown. All hope vanished from Harry. Emmick was probably the son of some unknown wizard. But all that didn't explain the voice he heard at the supermarket. Snape walked into the room with a band aide on his chin, looking quite murderous. He took a glance at Harry and his expression didn't change one bit.

"You're still here," Snape said dryly.

"Uncle Snape!" Emmick cried out happily, making Harry's head throb at the sudden loudness. "Are you okay? Star said you drank too much. Oh, I wasn't suppose to tell people Star talks about them behind their backs." Emmick covered his mouth, looking fearfully at the older man.

"I'll have a word with her later. Go play in your room."

"I already played with all my toys."

"Even the ones your mother sent this morning?"

"Yeah," Emmick grinned sheepishly. "I sort of broke them too."

Harry raised an eyebrow. This sure was a spoiled child. He watched as Snape sighed and got out some coins and handed it to Emmick, who smiled even wider.

"Go tell Star to accompany you to that toy store you love so much," Snape said.

"Yay! Thank you!" Emmick hugged a rather embarrassed looking Snape around the middle, and bolted out of the room.

Harry watched feeling very amused now. Snape cleared his throat and straightened his robes, turning towards Harry. The embarrassment disappeared and the ugly look was back plastered on his face.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh nothing," Harry hid a grin.

"Are you being cheeky again?"

"Of course not."

"Good, put some clothes on then," Snape growled and stormed out of the room. He came walking back again right after. "Oh I forgot to mention, that you need to come back tomorrow for a proper interview."

Harry raised a eyebrow, "Didn't today's count?"

"No, don't expect me to get drunk and happy again. Take the matter very, very seriously, or I'll throw you out of the house," Snape warned, glaring hard at Harry. "You're lucky I even consider letting you come back again."

Harry bit his tongue from retorting, and slowly nodded. Snape walked out again, closing the door with a loud snap. Harry looked around for his clothes and found out it was nowhere to be seen. The room was in fact very empty. Hardly any furniture was in there, except a bed and a mirror. It smelled kind of dusty, as if the room hasn't been used in a while. Giving the room another glance, Harry decided to go searching for a laundry room, if there even was one, and retrieve his clothes. It was much warmer in the hallways then back in the room, and Harry warmed up almost immediately. Now the problem was, where should he start looking? The place was huge, he could probably get lost in here forever. Harry started walking down the empty hallways, enjoying the colourful pictures of Emmick. If he gets the job, he's going to have fun teaching the little boy. Just by looking at him, Harry could sense a lot of knowledge leaking out.

He was paying too much attention to the pictures, and didn't notice the toy broomstick on the floor in front of him. Harry's foot stepped on it, and before he knew it, he was lying flat on his back.

He groaned as he stood up again, not only did he have a headache; his back was now sore too. He couldn't believe the day he was having. Harry continued walking, now supporting a bit of a limp. Soon, Harry found himself standing in front of a huge polished oak door. The door handle was gold and shiny. Since the Anderson family seems to be rich, perhaps the laundry room was located in a huge room? Harry turned the handle and pushed the door slowly open. Harry was expecting the wrong room. It turned out to be the master bedroom, brightly lit by a crystal chandelier. The room had a comfortable and warm feeling to it, it was probably the fireplace located between a mirror and a desk. Harry stepped into the room and surveyed the neatly made beds. There was an open drawer with a golden frame sticking out of it. Harry tried to suppress the urge to snoop around, but he was way to curious. He quickly made his way over and picked up the delicate picture frame.

What Harry saw made his heart thump faster in his chest. But...how could it be? Harry was looking at the picture of his lover, Draco Malfoy. Draco looked older but he still had a hint of someone who was still 10 in his eyes. He was smiling proudly, holding a 7-year-old Emmick. A brunette was standing next to him; her smile seemed forced, yet natural at the same time. Now Harry knew where Emmick got his looks.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows still staring at the picture. If this picture was taken 2 years ago, and Draco passed away 5 years ago...then Draco must not have died after all. Summing the whole thing up, it means...

"Who are you?" someone came into the room. His curious eyes fell on Harry suspiciously.

Harry, startled by the sudden voice, dropped the picture frame and whipped around, an excuse already made up. His eyes met the familiar gray ones, making his own widen in shock. Suddenly the excuse died and slipped away completely. His mind was trying to process all this in, while the man before him continued gazing at him suspiciously. Harry was as confused as the man. Harry's heart pounded faster and faster to the point where he thought he couldn't breathe. Reminding himself to take a deep breath, he forced his mouth open to reply. What was supposed to be an answer to the man's question, formed into a 2-syllable word.

"Draco..." Harry gasped feeling lightheaded.

TBC