Of Unexpected Deliveries and Doorsteps

by molliehhhh

Stunned, Severus just stood there looking at the baby in the basket on his doorstep. What the ****! Why was there a child on his stoop? Befuddled he saw the letter stuffed into the side of the carrier and opened it. My take on what would happen if Petunia gave Harry to Severus. Warnings Inside! So please read them. The pairing is Lucius/Severus and eventually Theo/Harry.

5. Chapter 5

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Of Unexpected Deliveries and Doorsteps

Notes: Hello Lovelies! I read that Lucius' wand was presumably Elm with Dragon Heartstring; well I'm changing that a bit. You'll just have to read to find out what his wand is now. Severus' wand will also change; I find the change fits him well and it will coincide with an aspect of Harry's wand. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS A/U; meaning I can change or do whatever the hell I want. So, if you have any issue with that FUCK OFF and go elsewhere!

Do not review and ask me why Severus' wand isn't the same as it was in Canon; his wand may have been noted in Canon but as I stated at the beginning of this story I'm throwing Canon out the damn window! If I went by Canon you would be reading this fucking story now would you?! Anywho, THANKS TO ALL THAT REVIEWED, FAV'D, AND FOLLOWED!

Parseltongue looks like "This"!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.

Previously:

"These people are idiots and never listen to them. You are not a Dark wizard just because you can speak to snakes. But I think we should all move inside to speak about this. Will the snake be alright outside?" Harry smiled at his dad, feeling stupid; of course his family would still love him even if he could talk to snakes.

And he wouldn't let anyone tell him his ability to speak Parseltongue was evil; it was a gift like his dad said. If he hadn't been able to speak to Ebony he and Draco may have been hurt so how was his gift a bad thing? With a laugh at his own idiocy he answered his dad; "Ebony will be fine in the yard. She promised not to hurt any of my nest mates. What's a nest mate?"

Severus just shook his head in fond exasperation and mumbled; "Only I would adopt the brat who could talk to snakes." Before he looked into Harry's emerald eyes; "I'll explain all that when we go inside, okay? Now shall we?" The little raven nodded and moved to go inside with the rest of his family so he could get his answers. One thing was for sure their lives were never dull or boring!

~*~*~*Chapter 5*~*~*~

~*~*~*August 1, 1991~*~*~*

"Harry James Potter-Snape! Draco Lucius Malfoy! Get your behinds down here for breakfast or so help me Merlin we won't be going to Diagon Alley for your school supplies today!"

Lucius snickered behind his tea cup but promptly shut up when Severus glared at him. With a smug smirk on his face the onyx eyed man placed the breakfast dishes loaded with food on the table.

Soon after the last dish hit the table he was assaulted by the sound of rushing footsteps as they clomped down the stairs like a herd of Hippogriffs; he didn't scold the boys for running in the house though. He knew how excited they were to be going to Diagon Alley today so they would have everything they would need to attend Hogwarts.

Both their school letters arrived yesterday morning; Severus didn't know how to feel about them going to Hogwarts. He was excited, and very proud, for his sons but nervous for them to. How would the world react to Harry and Draco's friendship? A Potter, even if this Potter was raised by a Snape, and a Malfoy should not be friends.

No, Potters and Malfoys were enemies, never more than that. It just went to show you what happens when a child is raised with a lack of preconceived notions, and a lack of prejudice. Severus prided himself on the fact that he, and Lucius, had raised two boys who weren't judgmental, cruel, or mini-bigots. Harry, and Draco, made friends with everyone in their muggle school; it didn't matter if the muggle was fat, skinny, tall, short, white, black, etc.

What mattered to his boys was personality; if you had a shite personality they wanted nothing to do with you. Severus felt the same way, of course. Lucius took a bit longer to get with the idea of no prejudices. Where he no longer harped on blood purity he was still a Malfoy snob, meaning money, and social standing, was of great importance to the man.

Again, Severus had to point out, just like he had about the blood purity idiocy, that Lucius loved him and he was dead poor when they'd met at Hogwarts; that shut the Malfoy Lord up quickly. The elder blonde was truly turning into a better man now that he had to raise a child in this new, ever changing, world. However, Lucius would always be Lucius, just as Severus would always be himself; both of them were cunning, ambitious, and loyal to their family above all others.

However, while Lucius enjoyed money, and spreading the wealth around, their boys weren't spoiled, not at all. Severus nipped Lucius tendency to overindulge the kids in the arse from the start. Harry, and Draco, had nice things but they weren't showered in pointless gifts for any little thing.

For Salazar's sake the first time their sons brought home a graded test, both of them scoring perfectly on the exam, Lucius wanted to go shopping to buy the boys a gift; a very expensive gift. Not to mention the elder blonde's gift mania when the boys began learning, and started to master, magic; Merlin and Mercy the blonde Lord wanted to sprint to Diagon and buy the boys a damn magical library.

Severus was not having it! The boys were rewarded with a simple gift at the end of the muggle school term when their final grades came in; no gift would be given if their grades were not up to par. They always were though so the children always got rewarded; mostly with books or if there was something that caught their eye in those Quidditch magazines they subscribed to, another gift from Lucius.

And now they would be going to Hogwarts. The onyx eyed man was confident his sons would do well there; he'd make sure of it himself since he agreed to come back to Hogwarts to teach Potions. He wasn't worried about their school work either. His little men had their study ethic ironed into their head by Severus and that ethic would serve them well through the years.

The boys didn't know that Severus was joining them at Hogwarts yet. The returning professor wanted to get the craziness of school shopping out of the way and then he would tell his sons about his new position. He hadn't been surprised when Albus contacted him earlier in the summer to request that he come back to mentor, and protect, Harry Potter by taking back up the mantle of Potions Professor and Slytherin Head of House.

Mentoring, and protecting, Harry Potter, hmm? Wasn't that what he was doing for over ten years? But Dumbledore didn't know that, did he? Nope, the old coot didn't have a bloody clue about Severus having Guardianship over Harry and he intended to keep it that way for as long as possible, preferably up until Harry was sorted.

Besides, it wasn't like Dumbledore checked the acceptance envelopes when they were sent out via owl. So the old meddler had no idea that Harry Potter was now Harry Potter-Snape. The look on the Headmaster's wrinkled face would be priceless when his son's name was called to be sorted.

Then the whole school would know that Harry was not only a Potter but also a Snape; not to mention best friends with the Malfoy heir. Dumbledore would be mightily pissed about that too but the onyx eyed man didn't give a flying fig about what the Headmaster thought or wanted.

And if the old codger tried to manipulate his sons he would pull them out of Hogwarts before you could say Wolfsbane. Lucius, and he, were in agreement about that. The second foul play was detected on the Headmaster's part the boys would be gone and enrolled at Durmstrang within the day. Durmstrang was a school Severus preferred to Hogwarts for its fair, and balanced, curriculum.

However, Durmstrang wasn't a possibility yet; if Harry didn't show up at Hogwarts the British wizarding world would be in an uproar, searching for him, and their family would not have a moment's peace. The searchers would quickly figure out who Harry was with when they found the Guardianship papers on file with the Ministry.

It was better all-around if the young Potter-Snape showed up at Hogwarts for his first year and take it from there. It made the older raven haired man feel good that he would be there to make sure his kids were safe. Lucius was also on the Board of Governors at Hogwarts, which gave the elder blonde a lot of sway over the school.

Between Lucius, and Severus, they could keep their boys safe and sound, hopefully. But soon they would have to sit the boys down and tell them about other wizarding families; nothing cruel, or biased, but the truth. The boys needed to know who was allied with whom; the Weasely family, for example, was very pro-Dumbledore and Harry needed to know that.

He would never discourage his son from being social with the Weaselys he just didn't want Harry to get too close to them. They would sell his child out in an instant for Dumbledore. Severus just wanted Harry, and Draco, to know the score before they set foot onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The train ride to Hogwarts would be the first time their boys would interact with magical children. But he was confident they would make good friends, and allies, while at school.

The sound of two very hungry boys sitting down at the table let Severus know it was time to eat. With all four of them seated they began to pass around the platters of eggs, potatoes, bacon, and tomato until everyone had what they wanted. Satisfied with his breakfast Severus began to eat but only after he added a liberal dash of salt and pepper to his eggs and potatoes.

For a little while it was quiet and the two elder males enjoyed the time they were spending with their growing boys. It would be hard not to have this time when the boys went to school but maybe on the weekends Harry, and Draco, could come to his quarters for breakfast.

Lucius would, no doubt, be there. It would allow the family to be together like usual and they would also be able to discuss what was going on with their boys without the fear of being overheard. Severus wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to try and spy on him in his rooms; even without the fact of him being Harry's parent known. The old bumblebee was too damn nosy for his own good.

But he could ward his room against eavesdropping, and banish the portraits out of his rooms. Not many knew but every portrait in Hogwarts had the ability to report back to Dumbledore; he was the Headmaster and as such was the master of the portraits and the school.

However, even less known was that the castle itself was somewhat sentient and on rare occasions acted on its own. A few times the castle assisted Severus in getting away from the Marauders; at least that was what he believed for there was no other explanation. Hogwarts was Severus' first true home and he adored the school; just like Draco, and Harry, would.

Once breakfast was devoured the two boys went to clean themselves up while the adults cleaned the kitchen and prepared to floo to The Leakey Cauldron. They would apply a Glamour to Harry's scar before they left; unwanted attention, and swarming morons, was the last thing they needed today.

Soon enough the four of them were ready to go; Harry, of course, had a shrunken Ebony around his neck. Luckily she situated herself inside Harry's shirt, drapes regally around her master's shoulders. The onyx eyed man was allowing the snake to come with them to Diagon, and with Harry to Hogwarts, because she would protect Harry if anyone tried to harm him. Who wanted to mess with a massive snake who could snap them in half?

Before they left for Hogwarts Harry would properly bond with Ebony; something he was assured both serpent and boy wanted. Right now they had a loose bond, created by their care for each other and the forged over more than a year of companionship.

Severus couldn't find fault in it; the two seemed very close and the snake even liked Draco, sometimes slithering onto the younger blonde's shoulders so she could get stroked and cooed over. However, she would have to remain shrunk while they were out in public or while Harry was at school. Ebony being magical could manipulate her size if she choose to.

Ebony was now ten feet long and growing quickly; it wasn't practical to have a snake that big in the way and it would scare most people to see a massive black snake making its way around the Alley, or the school.

Severus was still trying to figure out how his son could talk to snakes. Maybe it had to do with Harry's scar? When Harry first came to him he had run a few tests to make sure the scar wasn't anything more than that. While there was residual dark magic around it it wasn't anything to be alarmed by.

The cicatrix was the result of dark magic so it made sense that some would remain. But then this Parseltongue ability popped up and it made the older raven wonder...

Could the Dark Lord have linked himself to Harry in some way through that scar? It wasn't like there was another case like Harry's to reference so it was uncharted territory medically, and magically. He would just have to watch his child and make sure nothing horrible came of it.

The Potions Master would have to speak to Harry before he went to Hogwarts about it; if anything occurred with his scar Severus wanted to know about it. The Potions Master had a feeling tough times were approaching them. But he was thankful they'd had almost ten years of peace together. In those ten years his boys had blossomed into resilient, intelligent, and most importantly confident children.

All Severus could do was have faith in his boys. He had to believe they could meet the challenges they'd face at Hogwarts. Just in case they got in over their heads Severus, and Lucius, would be watching them, waiting to step in, and protect their boys; no matter who they had to maim and/or murder to do it. Lucius, and Severus, were former Death Eaters after all. No one would fuck with their boys.

~*~*~*POV Change~*~*~*

An irritated hiss rang through Harry's ear; apparently Ebony did not like to be jostled by her charge as he sprinted back up the stairs to brush his teeth after breakfast. He was moving quicker than normal due to the fact that once he was done they were leaving to go to Diagon Alley.

However, the young raven was just too excited at the moment to pay attention to the, no doubt, harsh rebuke coming from his serpentine familiar. But he really loved Ebony; whoever owned her before him was an idiot to let her go. Even if they couldn't speak to her like Harry could. She was loyal, intelligent, and very protective of Harry.

This pleased Severus, and Lucius, to no end. It took quite a while before his parents were used to hearing Harry hiss at Ebony; the emerald eyed child knew it reminded them of You-Know-Who and those memories were not pleasant for his parents.

For a little while Harry stopped speaking to Ebony in front of them but he got an ear full when his fathers figured out what he was doing. They'd scolded him for hiding his ability just because someone was uncomfortable with them. They said he should be proud to command such a rare talent and anyone who had an issue with it was an idiot and wasn't worth the time to worry about.

From what Harry understood Parseltongue was considered a Dark Art; how was talking to snakes Dark? He didn't quite understand that. Sure, if he commanded Ebony to attack someone that was bad but if he told her to defend him and she bit someone that was good, right? Harry thought it was like what his parents said about magic; it wasn't the spell that was bad but the way you used it.

And since he had no intention of telling Ebony to do anything hurtful his ability to speak to snakes was just that an ability that was neither Light nor Dark. It was how he used that talent that would be good, or evil; not the ability itself.

He, also, knew classifying Parseltongue as Dark was mostly because of the Dark Lord; he could talk to snakes too and had done bad things. Harry speculated the man would have been just as bad even if he couldn't talk to snakes; wouldn't he?

The little raven believed people were scared of the ability so they made it out to be some horrible thing when it wasn't. He just couldn't understand why people didn't like snakes! They were smart, and funny, not to mention hilariously sarcastic.

Harry loved talking to them now that he knew he could. How could anyone think snakes were evil? They were just animals like any other; maybe a bit smarter than most, especially the magical ones like Ebony.

But no animals were evil; some were more aggressive than others but they attacked for reasons; unless they were sick. Dragons, for example, were vicious when provoked but if you let them be they were quite peaceful and content to go about their business. Did dragons deserve to be made out to be the bad guys just because they protected their nests? No, they didn't!

At least Draco thought his ability cool and had from the very start once he got over his shock. Now the blonde liked to listen to Harry speak to Ebony and even tried to mimic him; much to Harry and Ebony's amusement. It warmed the emerald eyed child's heart to know that at least his fathers and Draco accepted his talent; everyone else could go hang, as his papa Luc said.

Once his teeth were brushed and his hair pulled back neatly at the base of his neck Harry left his room. He only stopping by the front door to slip on his boots before making his way back to the kitchen; the floo was located there. He was excited, and nervous, to go to Diagon Alley. This would be the first time he ever visited a true wizarding area.

He'd never been allowed to go to areas like that before now. His dad explained that it was too risky for him to be recognized by anyone. At first Harry pouted, and whined, but then his father's told him that if someone recognized him they may try to take him away, or even try to hurt him. Once Harry was told about his dad;s fears, and reasons, he shut his mouth and didn't complain again. He didn't want anyone to try and take him from his home and family.

But now he could venture out and see the magical world for himself. He was practically vibrating while waiting for Severus to gather their lists. Draco was equally as excited but contained himself a lot better than Harry did. The emerald eyed teen believed it was the Malfoy genes at work; both Lucius and Draco were always so cool and collected.

Harry, and to some degree Severus, were a bit more hot tempered and had no issue telling you when you were out of line. Severus was generally a lot harsher about than Harry was. However, according to Lucius, Harry was taking on more and more of his dad's mannerisms; this pleased the little raven to no end since he adored his dad and thought him the best person in the world.

"Now, Harry and Draco, I want you to stay close to either me or Lucius. Do not wander off, do not speak to strangers, and if someone tries anything remember your necklaces; the password to activate the portkey is Aconite. It will bring you back here; where you will stay until we come back." Both boys nodded, their excitement tempered by Severus' serious words.

Lucius clucked his tongue; "Severus, you don't have to scare them." Said onyx eyed man scowled but held his tongue. Lucius turned toward the two boys; "But Severus is right even if he came across a bit overbearing. You boys must be careful and stay close. If there is anything you want to see please tell us and we will try to take you there. Understand?"

Two heads nodded in unison. Their silent acknowledgement of his words pleased Lucius and he gestured, elegantly, toward the floo; "Well then shall we go?" Both boys shared a grin before joining their respective adult; Harry with Severus and Draco with Lucius. The Malfoy men would go through the floo first, followed by the two ravens.

When Lucius and Draco disappeared into the green flames Severus and Harry stepped in; the younger raven wasn't scared of the green flames he knew they wouldn't hurt him. When they were both in the hearth the onyx eyed man threw down more powder, hugged Harry to him, and called out; "The Leakey Cauldron, Diagon Alley, London."

Harry took a deep breath and allowed himself to be swept away on a rather nauseating journey through the floo network. They were regurgitated into The Leakey Cauldron abruptly; Harry had to clutch onto his dad to keep from falling over from dizziness.

Severus allowed him a moment to collect himself before stepping away and spelling off any ash that may have gotten caught on their robes, or in their dark hair. Ebony, who Harry had forgotten was spitting mad, accusing Harry of trying to kill her.

The younger raven laughed and hissed quietly back at her; "I'm sorry, Ebony, I didn't know it would be that bad. Next time I'll warn you, okay?" His familiar settled down under his shirt and became silent as she listened to the noises sounding around them.

Many of the assembled people were staring at them. Their gaping was either because of the presence of the two Malfoys or the fact that the feared Severus Snape was back in London after being away for almost a decade Harry wasn't sure which it was. He found he really didn't care he just wanted them to stop looking at his family as if they were an exhibit at the zoo.

Tired of the attention Harry turned toward his dad and tugged his sleeve; "Dad, can we go now?" A collective gasp filtered through the patrons closest to them when they heard him call Severus his dad; this amused Harry. The Potions Master smirked down at him, showing his amusement at the situation as well; "Of course, let's go my son."

The two ravens sauntered out of the pub, two snickering blondes following behind them. They stopped in front of a brick wall and both boys watched as Lucius drew his wand and tapped the bricks in a certain sequence; Harry tried to remember it so he wouldn't need an adult next time.

When his papa finished a quiet groan was heard as the bricks split apart and opened up to show the two boys their first glimpse of Diagon Alley. Before they could step inside Severus grabbed Harry's arm and turned the smaller raven to face him.

With a sigh his dad tapped his scar with the tip of his wand and murmured a string of words in Latin, Harry didn't know exactly what was being said but he felt a warm sensation covering his lightning bolt scar. He knew then that his dad was applying a Glamour, which the man forgot to do before they left their house.

He thanked Salazar that no one inside the pub saw his scar; which was apparently famous in the wizarding world. People were already looking at him, and his family, with curiosity; Harry couldn't imagine how they'd react if they knew he was the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry thought that was the dumbest name he'd ever heard, almost as bad as You-Know-Who. His father's cautioned both him, and Draco, not to call him the Dark Lord as it may upset some people. The emerald eyed child hated the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing, not just because it was stupid but because he was so much more than that.

He was Harry; a person with feelings, ideas, and beliefs. He wasn't some nameless, faceless, baby who happened to take down the most feared Dark Lord in a century. He didn't like the fact that people believed they knew him because they'd read some stupid book about him.

How there was a book Harry wasn't too sure as he didn't remember talking to anyone about that night, not that he really remembered it, and he knew his family hadn't either. But he did know that the second Lucius heard about the book he'd contacted his lawyers and forced the publishers to cease its printing, and the distribution of the worthless book.

However, a couple hundred were sold before Lucius could stop them. With a sigh he smiled up at his dad when the man tucked his wand back into his sleeve. The onyx eyed man smiled a small smile down at his child and patted his head; "Alright, let's begin. We should start by getting your wands, and then we can divide up to get things done faster."

All of them agreed but Draco commented that he wanted to go to Quality Quidditch with Harry before they left. Their dads compromised; they would get their wands together before splitting up to get more done and then meet back up to finish up school shopping at Madam Malkin's then they'd go to Quality Quidditch as a treat.

Severus didn't look pleased at having to go to a shop dedicated to the sport of Quidditch but he kept quiet, knowing how much his boys were looking forward to visiting the place. There were three things Harry, and Draco, loved; their family, learning, and Quidditch, exactly in that order so the Potions Master would allow his children to enjoy an hour of frivolity in the Quidditch store.

The quartet made their way through the surging crowd full of parents and their children; who were shopping for their school supplies as well. After a lot of jostling, swerving, and shameless gawking on Harry, and Draco's, part they made it Ollivander's.

The place looked worn, with a wand sitting on a dusty pillow in the window display. Harry looked at his father with an incredulous look on his face, as if the say 'This is it?" His dad chuckled; "Harry, this is the magical world. Not everything is as it seems and you never judge a book by its cover."

The younger raven was properly scolded for his imperceptiveness; this wasn't the muggle world anymore. He was in the wizarding world now; where teacups danced and snakes could talk. He should never take anything at face value while here. With that thought in mind he and his brother pushed into the dank, dusty, shop to get their wands.

This was the part Harry was really looking forward to! His dad told him that his wand would be a part of him, perfectly suited to him and his magic. He looked forward to feeling the warmth, and acceptance, that would flow through him when he met his match; at least his father's said he would feel warmth and acceptance. The young raven was curious to find out exactly what he would feel.

Would it feel like his practice wand? Every time he held it he felt a bit of heat but nothing earth shattering and the way his father's explained it when he held his wand it would feel like fire was flowing through his veins. Well he would just have to wait and see. He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts by the appearance of a very interesting looking white haired man.

He looked at Harry, and Draco, with eerie eyes, seemingly scanning them from the inside out. Finally, the older man looked his fill of them and turned to his fathers, a smile on his face for the older men; "Ah, Mr.'s Malfoy and Snape. It seems like only yesterday you were in here for your wands."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Snape, you command a twelve inch Ash wand with a core of Unicorn hair; a particularly regal stallion if I remember correctly. And you, Mr. Malfoy, eighteen inches, made of Hawthorn and the heartstring of a very contrary Hungarian Horntail."

"The wands are still working for the both of you?" Harry watched as his fathers murmured their responses to the wandmaker's question; their voices taking on a bit of the soft quality Ollivander's had.

Harry wondered what kind of wand he'd have; would it be like his dad's. Or would it be more like his papa's? Ollivander turned towards them; "Who would like to go first? Mr. Malfoy, or you Mr. Potter?" Harry nudged Draco's shoulder, allowing Ollivander to use his former name for the moment, letting his brother know he could go first. Draco smirked and gracefully moved to stand in front of the aged white haired man.

The young raven watched in interest as his brother was measured by an enchanted tape measure once he indicated to Ollivander that he was right handed; Harry wasn't sure why the measurement of the distance between Draco's eyes was necessary but he held his tongue nonetheless. He didn't want to ask something stupid and who knew how Ollivander selected a wand for a person.

After Draco tried at least six wands he finally found his match. The younger blonde grasped onto another offered wand and a warm breeze flowed through the dark shop, making the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up.

Draco gave the wand a bit of a flick and a shower of silver sparks erupted from the tip, causing Ollivander to clap his hands, happily. "Well, young Mr. Malfoy, it appears you are meant for a ten inch Hawthorn wand. The core is made from the hair of a particularly beautiful Unicorn mare."

Draco beamed at Harry, and then their fathers. The blonde looked pleased with himself and the emerald eyed child was proud of his brother for finding the right wand for him. Wand found Draco went to stand with their fathers while Harry stepped forward so he could be measured.

The process went much the same; Harry indicated he was right handed as well, once his dominant hand was identified he was measured in any manner of ridiculous ways, and then he sampled a variety of wands; each wand making an even bigger spectacle when he flicked it.

Harry wondered if there was a wand for him; he'd already tried at least fifteen with little success, unless you counted blowing things up; which he didn't. Finally, Ollivander's eyes lit up with curiosity and he made his way to the back of the shop, mumbling the whole way.

Harry was confused and directed a look toward his dad; Severus looked just as befuddled as his son in regards to Ollivander's actions but gave Harry a smile. Seeing his dad smile made Harry feel better and surer that he would find a wand, eventually.

Well he'd find it or blow up the store; at this point he wasn't sure which one was more likely. The aged wandmaker choose this moment to re-appear with a very dusty box clasped in his hand. When he was standing toe to toe with Harry he opened the box and offered Harry the wand within it.

When the emerald eyed boy grabbed the wand he felt warmth scorch through him but something felt off. When he gave it a flick the wand shot out sparks but weakly as if something about the wand agreed with Harry being its master but another part was unwilling to bond with the young raven.

Ollivander snatched the wand away, murmuring the word curious over and over again. Harry perked up, wondering what the man was up to. Hadn't the wand worked, somewhat, for him? Stepping forward he called to the older man; "Sir, what's curious?"

The aged man turned, an odd gleam in his odd eyes; "This wand, Mr. Potter." Harry cut him off; "Apologies, sir, but its Potter-Snape." He figured now would be a good time to correct the man's assumption about his name. The wandmaker's eyes lit up brighter after Harry was done speaking; "Yes, yes, that would explain why half of the wand is willing to bond with you while the other is not."

"You see, Mr. Potter-Snape, the core of this wand, a Phoenix feather, is working perfectly with you but it is the wood that is reluctant to allow you to use it. Give me a moment and I will be changing something. Please, wait at the front with your guardians."

Harry nodded but before he left he stopped and looked at Ollivander; "They're not just my guardians, Mr. Ollivander, they're my parents." The old man smiled; "So they are, young man, so they are." Happy the man understood him Harry turned and went back to wait with his dads.

Severus placed a hand on his shoulder; "What's the problem, Harry?" The emerald eyed boy turned to his dad; "Mr. Ollivander said half the wand likes me and the other half doesn't. So, he's fixing it and he'll be here in a moment." His dad snorted; "Only you, my child, only you." It was said with affection lacing the words and Harry just shrugged with a sheepish grin on his face.

It was true though; odd and unbelievable things generally happened to Harry more often than not. It wasn't like he tried to be exceptional, or different, it just happened that way. Like talking to snakes; he didn't even know how he could as it wasn't something he inherited from his birth parents. He could just talk to them.

Draco nudged him; "It was quite funny to watch you destroy half the store." Both boys snickered; "Indeed, it was. But I really do want to find the wand for me, you know." His blonde brother ruffled his hair, which caused Harry to hiss at him in irritation.

Harry really hated it when someone, except his fathers, ruffled his hair; it would stick up in wacky directions and take forever to get it to lay flat again. The shorter boy stepped away from his annoying sibling and fussed with his ponytail, taking the leather strap out so he could smooth the top down again.

Satisfied that he didn't look like he had been electrocuted Harry pulled the thick strands back and re-secured the leather band at the base of his neck. Ebony slithered from her place around his shoulders and poked her head out of the collar of his shirt; "What's the problem, master? Haven't you found a wand yet?"

Harry huffed but hissed a reply to his serpent familiar, giving Ebony a rundown of the situation they were in at the moment. The pretty snake nodded and went back to her place under Harry's shirt; he giggled when her tail tickled under his arm. He heard a gasp from behind him and saw the old wandmaker looking at him with wide eyes.

The young raven began to fidget under those watchful eyes, feeling slightly off kilter. Was this how everyone would respond to him being about to talk to snakes? It would certainly get rather annoying. He felt his dad step forward, and saw out of the corner of his eye that he was glaring at Mr. Ollivander.

Severus placed a reassuring hand on Harry's right shoulder; "Is there a problem, Ollivander?" The emerald eyed child shivered at the tone his dad was taking with the wandmaker; it promised trouble if the man upset Harry about his Parseltongue ability.

The wandmaker swallowed, glancing at Severus then at Lucius who was stepping forward to Harry's other side, placing a hand on Harry's free shoulder and in that patented Malfoy drawl asked; "Indeed, Mr. Ollivander, is there a problem with Harry's wand? Or perhaps there is something else unsettling you?"

The emerald eyed boy felt sorry for Mr. Ollivander in that moment. He imagined this was what a rat felt like when it was being stalked by a snake. The white haired man shook his head and hurriedly spoke; "No, no, everything is quite fine. Here, Mr. Potter-Snape, take the wand and give it a wave."

Harry grasped the offered wand and felt a tidal wave of heat flood his veins and a warm gust of air brush past him; he knew in that moment that this was his wand. With a flick of his wrist an eruption of green sparks flew from the tip, making Harry beam at the wand in his hand; "This is it, this is definitely it, dad!"

Severus, and Lucius, gave him proud smiles and stepped away from Harry, making their way to the counter to pay for their wands. Ollivander followed quickly, sidling up to the cash register behind the counter. He looked at Harry; "You, Mr. Potter-Snape, command an eleven inch Ash wand with a Phoenix feather core. It is curious that your core is from that particular Phoenix."

Harry cocked his head to the side; "Why is it curious, sir?" The emerald eyed boy felt like the wandmaker had wanted say what he was going to say next for quite some time but refrained until this moment; "It is curious as the Phoenix whose feather is in your wand gave one other feather. That other feather is currently in the wand that gave you that scar."

Emerald green eyes flew wide open when Mr. Ollivander pointed toward where his glamoured scar was. His fathers, and brother, hissed at Ollivander in what could have been anger. Harry wasn't sure at this point. At that moment he was still too shocked by what he'd just found out about his wand.

The Phoenix gave two feathers; one for Harry's wand and one for the Dark Lord's. What did it mean? It made Harry nervous, and a bit afraid. He turned toward his dad and looked up at him, pleading to get the hell out of there and away from the weird wandmaker.

Severus placed a hand, yet again, on Harry's shoulder and guided him out of the store. Draco followed them while Lucius paid. The elder blonde was giving Ollivander a glare that could simultaneously freeze someone and cause them to spontaneously combust at the same time.

When they reached the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley Harry began to rub his invisible scar. His mind whirling with what he'd just heard. Draco, obviously noticing his brothers distress, walked up to Harry's side and nudged his shoulder; "Harry, you alright? Do you want to go home?"

The emerald eyes teen snapped out of his funk; did he want to go home? No, he wanted to explore Diagon and he knew Draco did too. He wouldn't ruin their day simply because he's heard some upsetting news. He, and Draco, had been looking forward to this day for a long time and Harry wouldn't ruin it for anything.

He smiled at his brother and shook his head; "No, I don't want to go home. We still have to get our school stuff and go look at new racing brooms." Draco smiled, looking pleased that his brother was cheering back up; "Good. And Harry don't worry too much about what Ollivander said. I'm sure father, and Severus, can explain what's going on with your wand."

Harry nodded in agreement; his fathers would know what was going on. There was no reason to stress out just yet. He smiled at his dad, letting the man know he was alright and ready to continue on with their shopping trip. The onyx eyed man looked at him critically before deciding Harry was alright for now and turned toward Lucius who was just now leaving the wand shop.

The four of them stood together; Harry and Draco marveling at the shops in their vicinity while the adults discussed who would go where. In the end it was decided that Harry and Severus would get their books and potions supplies.

Lucius and Draco would get everything else on the list, including their owls. They would meet up at Madam Malkin's for robes before they went to Quality Quidditch; like they'd agreed on before. Harry and Draco smiled at each other while their fathers clasped hands for a minute before they separated to collect all their Hogwarts things.

I don't have a lot to say at this point. This chapter was a bitch to write; so much to fit into each chapter. I want to cover everything without rushing it all or having it sound disjointed. I want to give as detailed an account of Harry's life as I can so no one has questions, and there are no loose ends; or unanswered questions. Hopefully, I accomplished it so far!

Below is a bit about wands and wand cores; enjoy! Also, I believe Harry's wand wood changed as he is now more confident in himself and in his abilities. So the wood would adjust for that; if you noticed wielders of an Ash wand are not easily swayed from their beliefs and/or purposes.

I changed Severus' wand wood to Ash, it fits his personality in my opinion, as that was what I chose for Harry's wand; I'm putting forward the possibility that someone's familial magic, upbringing, and personality traits could affect a person's wand core and wood. Since Harry was raised by Severus, and sees him as his parent, his wand wood mirrors his. The same thing with Lucius and Draco both having Hawthorn wands.

I think now that Harry is confident in himself he will stick to his guns and form his own opinions on people, regardless of what anyone says; especially as he gets older. This is why I chose Ash for both Harry and Severus.

The Phoenix feather has remained the same since Harry is still connected to the Dark Lord in some way. But we will get to that later. *Cackles insanely*

Well that's it for me and as always; All Mistakes Are My Own!

*WANDLORE*

Ash Wood:

The ash wand clings to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner, because it will lose power and skill. This tendency is extreme if the core is of unicorn. Old superstitions regarding wands rarely bear close examination, but it is believed that the old rhyme regarding rowan, chestnut, ash and hazel wands (rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans) contains a small nugget of truth. Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes.

Hawthorn Wood:

The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn 'makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.' While he and Garrick Ollivander disagreed on many fronts, they concurred about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them.

Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and it has been generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil.

Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and one should only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.

Unicorn Hair Core:

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.

Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

Dragon Heartstring Core:

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn quicker than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental. It also tends to be lethally hazardous if combined with certain woods.

Phoenix Feather Core:

This is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.

Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

Everything above about wandlore was pulled from Harry Potter Wiki; so if I'm wrong blame them. LOL!