Robert

'BRO THE NEWS IS BLOWING UP RIGHT NOW!' The text flashed on Robert's phone as he scribbled in his notebook. Old professor Flitwick droned on about making things float. He had payed attention the first half hour but as they passed the third time Flitwick repeated himself Robert sighed and rolled his blue eyes.

When the phone in his lap lit up he chanced a look at it. His eyes grew wide as he saw pictures of the explosions and knew his dad was there. He tilted his head up to see where the professor was and chanced the detention "EXCUSE ME PROFESSOR, I HAVE JUST RECEIVED REALLY BAD NEWS, MAY I LEAVE?"

Flitwick hobbled over to him "No you may not, what ever break up or teenage problems you have can be settled af-" Robert shook his head blurting out the news "NO! ANOTHER ATTACK ON THE MUGGLES HAVE JUST HAPPENED...AND MY PARENTS MIGHT BE DEAD, GIVE ME DETENTION FOR A MONTH I DON'T CARE I'M MAKING SURE THEY ARE ALIVE!" he stood up gathered his books and quills in his shaking hands and stuffed them in his bag.

The students around him turned pale, exchanging horrified looks. Robert Salvatore had always been a bit dramatic and quick to jump to the worst conclusions, but that was his way of not being surprised when something bad happened. Now was definitely one of those times. He hopped over the railing and headed to the door.

Flitwick had to contain the class as best he could but everyone could see even he was a bit shaken. With the attacks getting more and more 'showy' with the magic usage the entire wizarding world was under attack.

Robert ran down as fast as he could to the divination tower where his older brother Killian came sauntering down the stairs a little less panicked. Killian was built like his great grandfather strong and tall, his shaggy brown hair was a bit messy from the movement down the stairs. Blowing away some of the strands of hair that had fallen in his blue-green eyes he stopped in front of his little brother, hands in his pockets and a eyebrow raised questioningly.

"How are you so calm!" Robert nearly yelled "AND HOW DID YOU GET THE PICTURES!" He clutched his phone in his fist. Killian shrugged "Daisy sent them to me...Grampa Branin should be getting word soon...can't wait to see that" he said with a grin as he flew past the stunned and silent Robert.

Not knowing what else to do he followed his brother, dark hair falling in his blue eyes.

They ran until Killian was out of breath almost at the Defense against the Dark Arts room where the sounds of laughter came from within and echoed down the hall.

Killian and Robert shuffled closer to the door, pushing it open slightly and slipped in. They found two seats empty in the back and sat down.

Branin had brought out his wolf shirt collection he took with him every year to Hogwarts and Robert grimaced remembering the first time he saw them and how proud his grandfather was of the cheesy shirts.

"This one, my mates and I wear when we go to my husband's games" Branin pulled out a shirt with a wolf on the back and the front read 'Mrs Greenley' The class began laughing again.

"Grandpa really no one wants to see those" Killian laughed from the back. Branin paused, looking directly toward Killian. The class all turned to look in his direction as well.

"Killian, what are you doing in here?" Branin's brows twitched together, his confusion obvious on his features.

Killian stood "Well I came here to tell you something but I didn't know you had a class"

Branin tossed the shirt behind him, shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled down the isle to his grandson "there's nothing to teach right now so fess up"

Killian raised a brow "you mean you are to lazy to teach right now?"

Branin nodded "you bet, now what did you want to tell me that needed both you and your brother"

Killian took out his phone and flipped through the texts until he got to the messages. He was about to show Branin when the door opened.

"And speaking of husbands, class meet mine" Branin almost skipped over to the door and pulled Matthew Greenley in "what brings you here love?"

Matt rolled his eyes and smirked although Branin could tell something was up "Oh nothing, just wanted to stop by, talk with you for a moment"

Most of the class recognized Matthew right away and the die-hard quidditch fans almost knocked over their chairs trying to get to him.

"OI!" Branin shouted, trying to control his class "Go take your seats, I'll be back in a minute" His eyes searched the students "Killian, you tell them something to keep them at bay"

Killian growled "why me?"

Branin lead Matt up to his office "seniority rule, just for 5 minutes then you can show me what you were going to show me"

Killian shook his head "Well I don't need to I'm sure your 'husband' is going to tell you anyway"

The class erupted into laughter but Branin's expression grew serious as he glanced at Matt for an answer. Matt's eyes flickered to the door of the office then back at Branin "in there"

Branin lead Matt up up into the office, nearly dreading what news Matt brings.

Killian rolled his eyes, not sure what to do with all the first years staring at him "Well first off I can tell you that they are not married, they just have gay tendencies sometimes" He began to explain all of Branin's odd teaching ways as Robert got up and made his way up to the office.

"Pop?" Robert asked as he cracked the door open

"yea, come in Robert" Matt and Branin called simultaneously

As he stepped into the small room he saw Branin leaning on his desk, Matt sitting in the chair opposite showing Branin something on his phone. "They are both there, Phony too" Matt watched Branin's expression as the news sank in "are they dead?" Branin's words echoed through the silent room. It was rare to see Branin Salvatore with out a smile.

Matt shook his head, glanced over at Robert then back at Branin "I don't know"

Robert's heart was pounding "what if they are...what if mum and dad are-" he stopped himself afraid of his words.

Branin pushed himself off the desk and went over to him "they are fine, don't worry about it, go to class or stay here all day i'm sure all the other professors are just messing around being the first day and all" he messed up Roberts hair and turned back to Matt, his expression changing as fast as his tone "alright let's go, I'll have a 7th year or maybe Neville take over for me while i'm gone"

Matt stood following Branin to the door, turning back to face Robert Matt offered a smile "don't worry, knowing your parents they would have been in the safest spot possible"

Robert nodded, still unsure but forcing a smile nonetheless "but if you really knew them Grampa Matt...you would know they wouldn't"