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Harry had followed Hermione out of the room. He had no idea where they were going but he followed anyway. His mind racing.

Snape! He just can't be my father, I've always been told I look just like James, exactly like James but for the eyes. But if it is true, then I have two sisters? I have a family now, only more people who would die because of me. Because of who I am.

Hermione turned and opened a door and walked in, as soon as Harry walked in she slammed it shut.

"He's not my father. My father is Jonathan Michael Granger." Hermione huffed out and sat on the Ecru silk divan that was in the parlor room. Harry sat down in a chair across from her in the same color.

He noticed the deep dark mahogany designs that ran around the edges of the furniture. Cherubs where on the corners of the desk and across from them the fireplace was inlaid with granite that had beautiful sculptors. He had never seen anything like this in his life.

"Where exactly are we?" Harry asked.

"This? This happens to be his Manor." Hermione snarled at Harry.

Harry lifted his hands. "I'm not the enemy here, I'm in over my head, just like you."

"I'm sorry, it's just that this is supposed to happen to you. Not me." Hermione gave him a look like she was lost.

"I know, but for once, I'm glad I have someone with me on this one." He grinned at her.

Hermione couldn't help it but grinned back. The door opened up and Athena walked in. Hermione looked over at her.

"Well? What is he doing?" Hermione asked.

"Pacing the room." Athena walked over and sat down on the divan by Hermione and looked at Harry. "So, you're my brother."

Harry was studying Athena, she only looked slightly like Hermione, and she had deep dark brown eyes that almost looked black. Her hair wasn't bushy like Hermione's, it actually was in ringlets of curls and a very rich dark Auburn.

"I guess I am."

"Hermione talks a lot about you and some boy named Ron."

"Ron's my mate." He looked over to Hermione.

"He won't be after he finds out who our father is." She ground out the word father like it was a foul loathsome term.

"I don't like it either, Hermione. I didn't choose him to be my father either. At least you grew up with people who you called mum and dad." Harry stood up and walked over to the window in the room and looked out.

Everywhere he looked he saw churches, he'd never seen so many churches in his whole life, far away he saw one that took his breath away. Hermione walked over to him and looked out the window.

"That's Vatican City. It's where the Sistine Chapel is. Mum and Dad brought us here before I got my owl. This place is really beautiful."

"I've never seen anything like it. I've never been anywhere other than at the Dursley's, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and the Order."

"Maybe we can change that." Harry turned and saw Snape leaning against the doorframe. He had on black slacks, and a white silk shirt that buttoned up the front. "Would you like to go see the Chapel?"

"Oh, yes!" Athena jumped up. "I was too little when we came and don't remember it that well."

Hermione looked at Snape, "I remember it just fine, I'll stay here if it is all the same."

Harry was torn; he looked back out the window and then looked at Hermione. "Come on, go with us."

"Don't force her." Snape said.

Harry looked back at him, he noticed the neutral look he gave but he also noticed the tension in his jaw. Like he was grinding his teeth.

Harry started walking towards Snape and looked back at Hermione one last time, she was still glaring at Snape. He didn't like this situation either, but he wasn't going to let it stop him from seeing things he'd long to see before. Hanging his shoulders he walked over to Snape who was looking at him. He took out his wand and directed it Harry, Harry's eyes went wide and then relaxed some when he saw Snape rolling his eyes at him.

"I won't hurt you. But we aren't going out with you looking like you've haven't had a bath in three days." Snape then said a few spells and Harry felt clean and blushed knowing what Snape had just done. He looked down and saw that he had on slacks as well as his shirt was a light blue, the clothes almost felt well, he hadn't ever had anything that actually fit before. Harry looked back up and Snape was smirking at him.

"Ooooh!" Athena said looking at him, "He looks so much better like that."

"Like what?" He asked Athena.

Athena grabbed a hand mirror that was on the desk in the room and ran back in front of Harry and shoved it towards him. "Like this," she said with all smiles.

Harry tentatively took the mirror and looked at himself. The first thing he noticed his eyes were still green, but not the Lily green he had always seen, they were a deep forest green with gray trim all the way around. His nose wasn't like it was either, it was longer but not hooked or big, and it just fit in its portions rather well. His cheekbones where higher, his mouth was smaller and his lips where thin like Snape's. His hair was different, it was black still but it was laid out in ringlets like Athena's. He looked back at Snape.

"My hair is curly. I look like a girl." Harry protested.

Snape flicked his wand and said a spell and Harry looked back in the mirror. His hair was now pulled back in a ponytail. The only thing that stood out now was his scar. "What about the scar?"

Snape walked over towards him and waved the wand one more time. "That should do it. We are ready to leave now." He looked at Hermione just glaring at him and at Harry now. He spun around and walked out of the room.

Athena ran after him, "Come on, Harry." She shouted excitedly.

Harry turned back and looked at Hermione she was glaring at him. "You don't like it, but you are willing to let him change you?"

"This is just so I can see the Sistine Chapel. I can't really walk out looking like Harry Potter now can I, come with us."

"No, go. I need to think." Hermione plopped down in the chair. "I can't accept this Harry, like you said, you didn't have a Mum and a Dad. Well I did. This is going to take longer for me."

"He's still Snape, and his snarkiness will still show up." Harry turned and left the room and found Athena and Snape in the first room he ever showed up in.

Tonks stared at Harry, "Is that Harry?"

Harry gave her a frown. "Yes it's me. My new disguise." He might as well have some fun with it. And getting out will give him something to do so he isn't thinking about what happened at the Ministry.

"I'm taking them to Vatican City. Hermione doesn't want to come, you'll have to stay here. No leaving the house, Nymphadora."

"It's Tonks. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Snape walked out of the room, "Come on, you two."

Athena ran over to him as she was pulling Harry along, Harry didn't have to run to keep up with her since she was so small. They exited out of the house. And followed Snape down the walk to the side of the house and to a car. Harry stopped in front of the car as Athena let him go.

"I got shotgun." She ran around to the passenger side of the car and hopped up and down till Snape opened the door.

He looked across the car at Harry just staring at it. "Get in."

Harry got in the back seat after Snape opened the car door and then got in, Snape got behind the drivers wheel and started the car.

"What city are we in Potter?" Snape asked as he started pulling the car out.

"We're in Rome." Athena giggled.

"The question wasn't directed towards you, Athena." He turned and glared at her.

Athena gulped and shuffled in her seat some. "Sorry."

"Rome." Harry said.

Snape smirked in the mirror at Harry, "Don't repeat what your little sister said. Even if it is correct."

Athena giggled.

Snape looked at her, "that's enough."

She looked out the window as they started passing the houses. "They're pretty."

Harry looked out too, he had to admit the houses beat the Dursley's hands down. The gardens in front of the houses were lush and green, flowers blooming. It was beautiful here.

"What city are we going to Potter?"

"The Vatican City." Harry told him, only because he told by Hermione earlier.

"Do you know what's inside the Sistine Chapel?"

Harry saw Snape reach over and cover Athena's mouth before she could spout out the answer. Harry snickered, "Sorry, Sir. No."

"What are you laughing at?"

"Athena, she's just like Hermione was at eleven."

"Merlin help me, if she is." He took his hand away from her mouth.

"I'm not a know-it-all like Hermione." She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

Harry wanted to laugh even more when she pouted, Hermione didn't pout. He covered his mouth. "Well, maybe not exactly like Hermione."

"Indeed."