Hermione was very confused when she had woken up in the school's infirmary. The last thing she remembered was seeing that man appear out of a black mist in the room. She had sent a curse at him and it had went right through him like he was smoke. She had screamed when she saw his palm glow and then everything had gone black. She blinked and continued to look at the ceiling.

"Good, you're awake." Hermione heard Madam Pomfrey's voice as she came next to the bed. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up dear."

Hermione sat up as Madam Pomfrey cast another diagnostic spell over her.

"I feel fine." Hermione assured the witch.

"Yes, but I still have to check. You'll be leaving with your father after you eat." Madam Pomfrey said. "The others are eating in the Great Hall. Nymphadora woke up thirty minutes ago and went with them."

"He's not my father." Hermione huffed out.

Madam Pomfrey patted her shoulder. "Of course he is dear. He never told me, but I figured it out." She said as she pulled a tray of breakfast over to Hermione. "All the times he snuck in here at night to watch over you and Harry as you two slept. That man is your father, don't discount that."

Hermione didn't want to hear it. Even though she did. It surprised her though, she never knew that he had snuck in to watch her sleep when she had been in the infirmary. Bet Harry doesn't know that either. Hermione thought as she put a spoon in the porridge and took a bite.

Madam Pomfrey left her alone after she started eating. Hermione knew that Athena never really looked like her and on top of it, her little sister was gorgeous. She didn't look hardly at all like her mother, she looked liked Jonathan Granger, even down to his hair. Hermione had been so jealous of her little sister with that hair of hers, so much easier to take care of than her own. Hermione snorted. Harry had that type of hair now. He didn't like the curls. That left her to wonder why her Potions Professor had greasy hair. Those curls had to come from someone. She couldn't help but think, he was hiding his true hair under all that grease applied onto it.

That got her to thinking. Where were her parents now? Was Athena her full sister or her half sister? How old exactly was she? Her birthday was before Harry's. She now wondered who had the real birthday attached to it. She did consider Harry to be like her brother. She always felt like he was. Hermione grinned. It was far easier accepting Harry to be her brother than it was to accept Snape to be her father. So if Harry was her brother and they are the same age, then they had to be twins.

"What are you grinning at Hermione?" His deep silky voice asked.

Hermione pulled out of her head and looked over to the door to the infirmary. She scowled at him. She wasn't accepting him yet.

"Nothing." She hissed.

She could see just a flash of hurt cross his face as he hid it behind his mask he normally wore.

"Are you through eating?" Severus asked.

Hermione looked down at the tray that was before her. "Yes, I'm not very hungry now."

"We'll be leaving shortly then, back to the Manor so I can explain some things that finally need to be addressed." Severus told her.

"I don't care." Hermione snapped at him.

"Watch your tone young lady." Severus hissed. "I expected more from you. Your brother is acting better than you which is surprising."

Hermione pushed the tray away and saw her clothes laying on the cabinet by the bed. She stood and grabbed them. "Well he would, wouldn't he. Considering he isn't being ripped away from his parents."

Severus pointed to the bathroom door on the other side of the ward. "Go change and be quick about it."

What Hermione had said gave Severus a few things to think about. Potter was going along with the flow of things. Which had Severus out of sorts, he had never really seen the boy act like this before. Now he understood the true anger from Hermione's side. He had to snort at that one.

Wait until she finds out she's been living with her real mother all along. Severus thought. Then we'll see if that attitude doesn't change. Damn it, Orillia, you should have let me handled the paperwork and taken the children instead for the first week. Of course, I'm not going to hear the end of the donating sperm comment I made. Surely Orillia wouldn't fault me on that one. Damn you Albus for this mess, you and your big ideas.

Once Hermione came out of the bathroom he escorted her to the Headmaster's office. His eldest daughter was angry. Severus could feel the anger radiating off of her. He said the password and they went upstairs. They walked inside the office. The first thing he noticed was Tonks was still there with his other two children.

"I thought I told you to go to the Manor Tonks, that I would meet you there with Miss Granger." Severus snarled at her. How hard is it to follow orders?

"Severus, that was my doing. It seems the manor has a visitor just now, your brother." Albus said as he looked up from a piece of parchment.

Severus groaned. He walked over to Albus's desk and leaned down to see where Draven was inside the manor. He was stationed in the living room where the Floo was.

"He follows orders about as good as you do Potter." Severus said and glanced over to Harry.

Harry shrugged, not taking the bait. "You always told me I was just like my father. How well do you follow orders sir?"

The cheek on this brat! Severus thought. Indeed this is my son. Even down to the cocky smirk he has on his face.

Severus was about to retort to his son when the door was opened and his girls said the same word in unison and running.

"Mum!"

Severus spun around and looked at Orillia. She looked like a fairy caught in a cage as her eyes widened. Severus couldn't wait until she got rid of those glamours she wore, he really wanted to see her beautiful deep green eyes again. He leaned up against Albus's desk and crossed his arms. He watched as his wife comforted their children, all but one. Severus glanced over at Harry who had pained look on his face.

"Severus you're supposed to be in Italy, till I finished the paperwork." Orillia said.

Severus looked back to her, "we had a gate crasher at the Manor." Severus raised his hand. "Not important at the moment." Severus then pointed to Harry. "I think he's a little more important than our gate crasher Orillia."

"Our mother's name is not Orillia." Hermione said.

"Shush Hermione." Orillia said as she put a hand on Hermione's cheek and then extracted herself from both of the girls.

"Harry," Orillia said as she reached out to him. "Come here."

Severus watched the slight hesitation in his son's posture, then a tentative step towards his mother. He saw the tears that brimmed in his son's eyes just before Orillia pulled him to her in a hug. He glanced back over to Hermione who was now wiping her cheeks and a very perplexed look on her face. Athena was all grins and she came over to him and leaned up against him, her head resting on his stomach. Severus reached down and cupped his youngest daughter's cheeks in his hands. She looked up at him.

"So where is my other dad?" Athena asked.

Other dad? Do I dare say you have accepted me already? Severus thought.

"He went home to his real wife. Her name is Arabella Figg, his name is not Granger. It's Figg." Severus told her.

Harry hadn't felt right, everything still felt so strange. Weird even. Then Professor Snape made that comment about his brother to him. He had a quick skirmish inside his mind, a part of him wanted to make this man to quit calling him Potter. On the other hand, he wanted satisfaction for having been accused for the last five years of acting like said Potter. So he shrugged and said the comment. He had held his breath and waited for the fire works to explode. To see which way this was going to go. What happened next he was not expecting.

Yesterday after he had woken up and ate and then was sent back to bed. He had done some serious thinking. He had always wanted family, he knew how much it hurt when they were ripped away from him. Even what little bit of time he had known Sirius had ripped the hole he felt inside wider. It hurt. It hurt deeply. But when he thought about Hermione and even Athena right then part of it was soothed. He had no problems accepting his sisters. Accepting his father would be a little bit more challenging.

Then he heard both of his sisters call out for their mother when she walked into the room. It had always hurt inside to see others like this, where he had no one. Then to hear what Professor Snape had said to her. Harry's mind connected the dots quickly, especially when Snape had pointed her to him.

This is my mother. Harry thought. Why? What had gone so wrong that I couldn't stay with you?

He felt the hard knot form in his throat. Harry tensed up as she said his name. He searched her eyes, they were a light honey brown. That didn't make sense considering his were green. Glamours. Harry thought. The only thing he could come up with that explained that. He kept searching her eyes, not sure what he was expecting to see. Then it all sunk in deeper as he saw acceptance in her eyes and a love that he had seen Mrs. Weasley give to her own children. Harry took a small step forward with a such a hope that this was real and wasn't a dream. The pain was a excruciating in his throat now as the tears welled up and spilled over running down his cheeks as stepped into her embrace.