World of Ruins

Summery: The war has ended and as such people start showing their real colors. Harry Potter disappears, Why did he, where did he go, and who are those two kids that seem to belong to Severus? Snarry, creature fic, MPreg, bashing of certain Weasleys, Hermionie, and somewhat of Snape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter four: Settling In

"So who'd you drug to sleep with you?" Granger sneers at me in the meeting room and most of the faculty goes up in arms defending me. It was nice that they didn't mind me anymore and everything but what annoyed me was that they refused to tell me WHY. When I questioned it in the past they had all clammed up and gave me this sad pitying look

Granger scoffs, obviously not ready to back down when Minerva levels her with a glare she ignores and cuts off any more insults to my name by turning that glare to me.

"He birthed you twins and you still threw him away? My god Sev! Is nothing ever good enough for you!"

My attention snaps away from the two women and focus on my godson. At one point we had been close. He had even come to me instead of his father after sensing his mate for the first time. Not that it would have been horrible if he had gone to Lucius, the former Ms. Astoria Greengrass was from a respectable pure blood family after all, but it was still me that the then fifteen year old Veela had originally approached.

Since I had woken up a little over eleven years ago however, he seemed to want very little to do with me.

It seemed that during the near two years that remain a mystery to my mind no matter what I try to regain the memories back he and a few others grouped together against me. Or at least turned on me after Potter had disappeared. What pissed me off the most though was the five's use of the term he.

"If you would so kindly tell me who this 'he' is Mr. Malfoy, perhaps I would be able to give you a satisfactory answer."

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Evan frowns as he looks around the building that would now be 'Onyx and Emerald'. Sighing he gets to work decorating the cold bare walls. Turning two walls emerald with onyx embellishments and the other two onyx with emerald embellishments. As the wall with the door in it was onyx the door itself was emerald with an onyx handle. He was just unpacking the seating arrangements when Madam Rosemerta walked in, friendly smile on her face, and he tenses as he sends up a prayer to whoever was listening that she wouldn't recognize him.

Not that it would be easy. Most would suspect Harry Potter to have grown up to look just like his father had (though now he had officially outlived the man there were no photos to compare the two) and in that case they were sorely mistaken. His pregnancy had left some fat on his bones the result had accentuated his figure instead of killed it (Much to his dismay and the twins' amusement every time some guy tries to 'pick him up' under the impression he was a girl). His clothing, while still not up to Malfoy standard, was all relatively new (Not to mention fit him) and was a far cry from the style Britian's population had known him for. If school robes and Weasley sweaters could be called a 'style' anyway. He wore fitted jeans and a loose black t-shirt that was styled in a way so that one of the sleeves slid off his shoulder exposing it due to his lack of robe. Oh, and his feet were bare. (A habit he had picked up while pregnant that had never actually gone away.) Tame red hair (not Weasley ginger but the fiery red that he had seen his mother wear in Sev's pictures of her.) twisted down his back in a braid that ended just past his knees. His scar was glamoured as well as hidden away from sight by side sweeping bangs and no glasses hid the golden gaze that rested upon the elder woman.

At the sight of those eyes her smile became a little more forced though she attempts to hide it. Evan sighs, "Don't worry I won't drain you in the middle of the night." he state off handedly as he enlarges a few beanbags and sends them to a corner by the door. She blinks then laughs.

"You know the other vampire around here said the exact same thing when I found out. Course that was back before the war but he dosen't leave the castle much."

Severus.

It wasn't fair that vampires came into their inheritance at seventeen like incubi and some of the other more sexual creatures instead of fifteen like veela and elves. They would have had more time together than one night a month before the final battle when Sev dropped off the sword and months of waiting in the hospital. Bloody hell, the only reason Sev was even attracted to him was because his inheritance made him look more like Lilly than James and the bond was something no one on record had ever been able to successfully fight. The only reason the two of them were still sane and in control was (on Evan's part) because of the twins and (on Severus' part) because Evan had moved to France, though he was probably having some problems. Not that it mattered.

He had called him Lilly that night. Not Harry, or Harrison, or even James (As with Sirius), had passed those lips as Severus had emptied himself into his mate. No, it was Lilly. Add that to his "dying" moment, his memories, and his reaction when he woke up and Evan simply wished he could hate the man. It really shouldn't be so hard but every time he tried he would remember everything Sev had done for him in the past ad then he would see the twins and it would become simply impossible to do.

But just because he couldn't hate the man didn't mean he could forgive him.

Who was he kidding? He had forgiven Sev for that before the man had even woken up in the hospital. No, before that, he had forgiven him before he had even committed the crime. After all, it wasn't Sev's fault that Harry wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't Sev's fault that Harry was just to disgusting and horrible to love. Sev deserved someone better. Someone who didn't need so much attention, who didn't get pregnant at the drop of a hat, who was attractive enough to at least keep his interest during intercourse, who wasn't so hopeless when it came to potions, who had completed the sole thing he was supposed to do in his life quietly and efficiently before dying so that no one would have to deal with him anymore.

Someone who wasn't Harry bloody Potter.

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"Are you related to Snape?" A second year girl asks him and Lovage blinks in shock at the sudden question. Before he could answer though a seventh year rolled his eyes.

"What does it matter who he's related to. It's not like blood's actually worth crap anymore anyway. Though with all the rules and regulations on it you think it would be." He complains.

Britain's wizarding world had gone backwards in some areas and a little to forward in others (Depending on who you asked). The split between houses (While basically non existent the first few years due to them containing mostly war survivors and those who weren't remembered it at least.) had picked up right where it left off with even more hostility then before. Though the students were careful about it since nearly every one of the teachers had been prominent in the war and would not stand even the slightest signs of the houses going beyond friendly competition. And it was mostly the younger years. Before the Gryffendores figured out their favorite teacher had been a Slytherin or the Slytherins realized they were best friends with a muggleborn despite their best efforts otherwise. Or a Ravenclaw was paired up with a Hufflepuff to get tutored in a subject. Or a Slytherin braved Hermione's library for a Hufflepuff.

Yeah, most didn't last till third year before being set straight.

Blaming blood purity for the war had banned the use of marriage contracts and most blood related magic that hadn't been put down under Dumbledore. It was now illegal to even ask a prospective employee about their heritage and looked down upon to do so once they were hired. Not that it mattered since those few muggleborns who were allowed to be raised in the muggle world took Wizard etiquette at school so that they could blend right in and those who weren't were raised in the magical world anyway. Besides, all had to go to Grangotts on their eleventh birthday for a heritage check anyway. Causing an uproar among the pure bloods when it was originally found out that the muggleborns were actually descendants of squibs and that all of the pure bloods were originally from muggles that had ended up bearing the child of a magical creature (Or the other way around). Obviously nothing had turned out the way the people who had wanted to shape the new world wanted it to. And the relaxed but still deadly tension just refused to disappear as some of the survivors refused to shut up and let change happen.

"So are you?" The girl persists and Lovage shakes his head desperately. Waiting for the seventh year prefects to appear so he could be saved. The girl sighs in disappointment and some of the elder years don't look very convinced but that was their problem. It didn't matter what Dad or Asp said.

He refused to be a Snape.

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of World of Ruins. It wasn't too long was it? I wanted to do a slight peak into Harry's and Lovage's minds, I hope they weren't to OOC or unrealistic. Who do you think the five are that know and are keeping the truth from Severus? Will someone finally tell Sev or do you think it really is something that he has to remember on his own? Are the changes to the wizarding world a little too much too fast? Comments, questions, and suggestions are always welcome. Until next time...

... BYE!