Chappie two lovelies hope it's liked as much as the first, enjoy. As before, I don't own *cries* don't remind me

(Time skip, six years later)

Dear Harry James Snape,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry didn't have to read any more before he ran into his father's bedroom, where said man was still asleep. He yelled out at the top of his lungs "DAD, I'M IN!"then ran to the living room as his dad threw a pillow at the boisterous eleven year old. His birthday was in two days, and what better way to celebrate then to also add in the fact he was now going to Hogwarts?

Snape came down the stairs slowly, still waking up after his son's obnoxious way of waking him up. He considered being mad, but couldn't bring himself to be upset at him. Even after all these years, Severus still saw his sweet Lily's eyes on the boy. As his eyes fell on his son, who was sitting on the couch reading and rereading his letter, he smiled slightly. He knew, but he still wanted to see the excitement as he asked "got into what, Harry?"

As he expected, Harry's eyes lit up even more (if that was possible). "I'm in Hogwarts!" he grinned at the adoptive father, and was almost jumping with joy.

"Congratulations, Harry!" Snape walked over to him and sat on the couch. "when do want to get your supplies?"

"Can we go today? Pleasepleasepleaseplease?" Snape looked at the ceiling, silently asking what he had done to deserve such a hyperactive child.

"fine."

He sent the boy to go get ready, and then walked upstairs himself. The only reason he had agreed to go as soon as possible was because he knew he would be getting his staff list and all that soon, meaning he would have to go to the school to prepare for the upcoming year. He wasn't really sure what to do with Harry though, because he had sent Harry to a private school during the year, until they both returned in the holidays and for summer. Now, he would have to write a letter to the headmaster asking what he was supposed to do. This, in more modern terms, sucked. Snape sighed loudly to himself, and sat down at the desk. May as well get it over with.

Dear Headmaster,

As I am sure you are aware, I have previously enrolled my son in a school that he could stay in year-round. Now, I am unsure as to what I am to do. I do not wish to leave him alone until the school starts, or he may be in danger or be unable to get to Kings Cross Station in September. Therefore, I am asking, do I take him with me and return by floo powder to put him on the train, or just take him? Leaving Harry here is out of the question.

Sincerely yours, (you could almost hear the sarcasm as he wrote this)

Severus Snape

Potions master

He looked up at the small barn owl he had, who was perched on the bar in her always open cage. Harry, at age seven, had affectionately named her Molly. Molly seemed to love her name.

Snape handed Molly the small envelope and watched as the bird took off out the open window. He hoped for a reply soon, because the staff letter would be arriving within the next few days.

Harry popped his head in the doorway. "Dad, you ready?"

Snape nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. "We'll go by floo." Harry smiled and sprinted to the fireplace. On the mantle were pictures (moving of course) of Harry throughout time. Most children hated having baby pictures and all that on display, but Harry knew they meant a lot to his dad. He knew everything, including about Voldemort and his parents dying. He looked at the pictures now, and smiled as he watched a younger Harry fall off his first broom (a gift from his Godfather). He looked at all the pictures of him either being crazy, or silly, or just plain clumsy. They made him smile, and he looked up at his father who had just placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Would you like to go on your own?" Snape asked with a miniscule smile. (His smiles were always tiny, but Harry was used to it and noticed them all the same.) He grinned back.

"Can I really?" he asked. Severus nodded. "Can I go first?" Again, Snape nodded. Harry almost jumped on him as he hugged his father, who (though he wouldn't ever admit it) lovingly hugged back. Harry took a pinch of floo powder from the small bag on the mantle, and looked at Snape. "Um… Dad, where are we going again?" Snape almost started laughing at the comical look of confusion on Harry's face. As it was, he let out a small chuckle and stated "Diagon Ally."

Harry threw in the pinch and stepped into the flame, but inhaled wrong and so ended up choking out "DIAGON-ALLY" Snape frantically tried to grab his son's arm before he spun off, but was too late. Snape knew immediately where the wrong directions would bring him, so he stepped into the fireplace and, as calmly as possible, stated "Nocturn Ally."

Ok, so this was chapter two. I hope it lived up to expectations! I love everyone who reads this, and the reviews and alert adds and favorite adds make me smile you guys are so friggen amazing! I know I slightly cliffed this one, but I think most of you can guess what's going to happen in Nocturn Ally, right? If not, I suppose you shall see I'm going to start chapter three fairly soon, but I have another fic I'm working on so it may be a few days. Lovelovelove! O and I don't do recognitions in my fics, I just reply to every review individually. So check your inbox my darlings!

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