Snape drove the car down Via del Quirinale and continued on until he turned on Corso Vittorio Emanuelle. They parked at one side of the 'Tiber River' and then crossed the river at the 'Bridge of Angels', directly in front of them was Castle Sant' Angelo.

Snape started talking, "The castle was originally built for defensive measures to protect the holy fathers inside the city." He pointed out the guards, "Those are the Swiss Guards."

Harry looked at the puffy looking tunics they wore. He almost wanted to laugh at the way they were dressed. It was something like out of one of the books he had seen at the Dursley's, it had Shakespearian written all over it. The tunic was vertically striped in brilliant blue and gold, they also wore matching pantaloons and spats. Black flats that looked like slippers adorned their feet, with a black felt beret on the top of their heads.

"What do they guard?" Harry asked the closer they got to Castle Sant' Angelo.

Snape looked at him, "They guard the Pope, he lives in Vatican City."

"Oh." Harry said.

They continued on past the castle and started walking down Via della Conciliazione. The most prominent building that stood out was St. Peter's Basilica. Snape started talking again about each feature of the city and the buildings it surrounded.

Harry found himself enthralled with what Snape was telling him. Harry was fascinated because Snape was so not like is normal self, not like he was in the dungeons when he was teaching. When they set foot inside St. Peter's Basilica, he stopped in the doorway. A hand on his back gave slight pressure, not enough for a push, but enough to know to not block the door way.

"Keep walking." Instructed Snape in a silky voice.

Athena was already skipping and twirling around looking at one thing then another, she came and grabbed Harry's hand.

"Come on Harry." She pulled him until they where splayed in the light that came through the top of the dome. She started spinning around in the light and looking at the paintings that covered the inside of the dome. "It's beautiful."

Harry pulled back out of the light and watched her spin.

Snape watched both of them with his brow knit in concentration. It's almost as if he doesn't know how to act. Even with Athena, who's acting like a child in a fairy tale castle. What is wrong with him? I expected all the yelling and screaming to have come from him, not Hermione. It's almost as if they have both switched roles."Come on you two." He commanded them and they moved onto the Sistine Chapel.

He watched them as they entered, Athena jumping up and down for joy, as Harry's face finally lit up. Severus watched as Harry walked further into the chapel. He studied Harry's eyes and he could finally see they lit up with innocence.

"The boy has seen to much."

Snape turned and saw one of the Fathers that lived here in the city.

"More than most men my age." He said as he turned backed to his son and watched as he set off with Athena.

"It is not good for someone so young, he should be free as he is now."

But he isn't free, not even with this little excursion from his life. "Some burdens have to be born. Even if you don't ask for them."

"Yes," the Father said, "but at what price."

He walked away following the sidewall in and out of the people touring the chapel. Snape watched as he approached both Athena and Harry. Snape moved and walked over to the small group. He was telling Harry the story of Michelangelo, and how much he endured while he painted the chapel and how long it took him.

"So he basically gave up his life to paint this." Harry said.

"Yes and no, he had to fulfill the commission of the church." The Father said.

Harry looked at him, "What if he didn't want to do it?"

"It wasn't up to him, he was destined to do this. Michelangelo was a painter, a very gifted one. He would have said he was a sculptor." He raised his hand to the ceiling above, "As you can see, he was both. He gave his life to paint this, his greatest commission; the one that he poured his soul into. He poured his soul out when he painted this, all for the glory of God."

Harry looked up, they where standing under 'The creation of Adam'. Adam depicted in the nude, Harry studied the form. Harry noticed one thing in the frescoes, at least this one, God was the only one clothed. Adam looked to be perfect, no flaw, perfect muscles his features, and even the emotion on his face was one of reverence.

I think the man was obsessed with the human body, and the church allowed him to paint his obsession.He looked back at the Father then at Snape who was watching him. Harry felt like both the Father and Snape were studying him. Athena was still twirling in awe at what she was looking at.

Harry then looked toward the father and said, "So he didn't have a choice, even though he thought he was a sculptor."

The father put a hand on Harry's shoulder, "he always had a choice, but how can one run from destiny."

"Does destiny always say when we are born and when we die?"

"Yes, God controls all."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the father, "I don't like what I'm destined to do, do I still have a choice?"

"It is only a choice you can make."

"I think we need to leave. Thank you Father for the lesson." Snape put his hand on Harry's shoulder and guided him away from the father.

"I will say a prayer for you son. All will go well." The father turned as Harry looked back at him.

"Yeah right." Harry mumbled under his breath.

Tonks left the room and had found a bedroom she liked. There were actually several she liked in this Manor. The place was huge, she had never been in a Manor that was adorned in the fashion as this was. It had a rich texture with all the sculptors that sat in some rooms on pedestals.

She looked around the room again, it would suit her fine, but she still had that tingling on the back of her neck. It had came even before Dumbledore applied the charm. She had it the moment she set foot in this Manor. The Manor wasn't Muggle, and it wasn't like a typical wizards place either. It had an other worldly feel to it.

She heard the scream.

Running out of the room with her wand drawn she raced to where Hermione was and saw the girl passed out on the divan in the room. Tonks ran to her and knelt down checking her pulse. She was alive. Tonks stood up looking about the room to see what could have set the young girl off. She didn't see anything.

Nothing.The tingling became a dull pulse on the back of her neck. Tonks kept her wand raised, still trying to figure out what happened to the girl. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of a house-elf. She wondered how the Manor stayed so clean.

Nothing.Walking slowly to the door, she shut it. And turned back towards Hermione that was when she saw him. She cried, "Stupify!"

The spell was absorbed inside his body. Tonks eyes widened in horror. She choked back her own scream that wanted to emanate from her throat. His eyes were dark black pools that she couldn't look away from.

Fey, bloody hell, he's a Fey.Try as she might she couldn't remember what to do when faced with this. The wizarding world had been told about them yes. They were a mixture of magical races. She had heard tales of vampires, werewolves, centaurs, fairies, pixies, woodland elfs, house elfs...no magical creature was spared when they chose to come and take. They were the unspeakable horrors of the Wizarding World.

He stepped away from the Hermione and Tonks tried casting a shield around herself, she wouldn't be any use if she didn't. The next thing she noticed was that she was hanging in midair like a crucifix. The dark eyed man walked towards her and grinned.

"I won't kill you. But you will sleep for awhile." He touched her head and everything went black.

Turning around he scooped up Hermione and left the room to leave the house.

Severus had noticed how quiet Harry had stayed, he looked in the review mirror at the teenager. His focus was outside the window, he had stayed in that position the whole time. Severus parked the car and got out. Ushering the two inside. Athena was a jumping little ball of energy.

The moment Severus walked into the house he could tell it had been breeched. The magical signature was unmistakable. He knew what it was, or rather whom it was. He ran straight for the room, not saying anything to the two he left behind. He took one look into the room and saw Tonks.

Severus wheeled out of the room and raised his hand. A white glow emanated from his right palm. He heard the growl coming from the back of the manor. Severus took off, there was no way he was letting his daughter leave this house.

He reached the back room where the two were at. The tall man turned. It had been some time since he had last seen him.

"Let us out Severus." The man growled.

"Not with my daughter, Draven." Severus said as he kept his right hand raised where the glow still held them in place.

He heard the small shrill scream. Severus knew that was Athena, she had seen what Draven had done to Tonks.

"Potter, get Athena out of that room. Go back to the living room." Severus shouted never taking his eyes off of Draven. He was starting to weaken. It had been awhile since he had called on his Fey magic that ran through his body.

Severus watched as Draven's dark eyes narrowed as he looked passed him.

"He doesn't mind very well Severus."

Severus glanced back over his shoulder, his son was standing there with his wand drawn. "Do what I say, Potter. Take Athena to the living room now."

Draven gave a low guttural bark of laughter. "Potter is it? Why don't you come with me and I'll take you to your mother. Where you really belong. You are a Fey Prince in our world along with your sister."

"Don't listen to him, Potter. The Queen who is sitting on the thrown right now is not your mother, son. She has no right to you or sister." Severus turned back to Draven. "Release my daughter Draven and I will let you go. I have no intentions of killing a royal guard or starting a blood war."

Draven snarled at him. "I don't have to obey your commands."

Severus heard Harry, he heard the anger inside his son. "Put Hermione down now." Harry demanded. "I don't care who you are, but you are going to leave and not return."

Draven gave Harry a snarled grin. "As you command my Prince." He lowered Hermione to the floor.

"Levitate Miss Granger out of this room, take her with you back to the living room, Potter now." Severus said.

Severus watched as Hermione was levitated and floated past him towards Harry. "You heard my son Draven. Now leave."

"I shall inform my Queen of this." Draven said as he melded into a black mist and escaped under the door that led outside.

Severus then lowered his hand as he doubled over trying to catch his breath. He still had to deal with Tonks. This day was getting worse. And there was nothing he could do with Draven's sleep spell he had placed on them at the moment.