AN: I was thinking I wanted to do a version of this when they go to Hogwarts with Harry. Should I?

Harry's fingers traced the edges of the worn parchment, the words etched into his mind with each reading.

Hermione's voice broke through his reverie, prompting him to look up. "How many times are you going to stare at that thing?"

Her eyes held a mixture of concern and curiosity as she looked at him, awaiting an explanation.

Unable to articulate his thoughts, Harry wordlessly passed the letter to her. Silence enveloped them as Hermione absorbed the contents.

Finally, she looked up and posed the question lingering in the air, "Who's Renée?"

The name hung heavy in the air, laden with a weight Harry couldn't quite comprehend. Hermione's following words cut through the silence, "She's writing this to Snape. Harry, he could be the father."

The revelation hit Harry like a blow to the stomach.

Snape, his former professor and the man who had made the ultimate sacrifice for him, is possibly linked to this mysterious child.

The implications were staggering.

"We have to find the child," Harry murmured, more to himself than to Hermione.

While Harry grappled with the shocking revelation, Hermione's analytical mind was already at work. "This letter was written in 1980. Harry, this child is about our age. I wonder if they went to Hogwarts with us."

The mere thought of someone they might have known piqued Harry's curiosity.

What if this person had been a part of their world all along?

Hermione's words brought them back to the stark reality of their situation. "Do you think Dumbledore knew? Or the Order... Do you think they knew?"

Harry's mind raced with the possibilities and uncertainties that lay ahead. Only one person could provide answers and guidance in this convoluted situation.

"We should talk to Prof. McGonagall," he suggested, knowing that their former head of the house would be the compass they needed in this storm of uncertainty.

'So, Snape had a kid?' Ron asked as he handed the letter to Ginny.

'Looks like it.' Harry said as Ginny read the letter.

'Do you know have a name?' Ginny asked.

'Only a surname, Reagan.'

'I don't remember anyone with that name.' Ron admitted as he scratched his head.

'How many people do you remember from our year?' Hermione challenged.

'How many do you?' He asked in playful voice as he turned to her.

'Guys.' Harry said as he shook his head, grinning.

'So, what's the plan?'

'I'm going to go talk to McGonagall about it.'

'When?'

'He should wait bit.' Hermione stated. 'She just got over the flu.'

Roseanne Reagan groaned internally as she watched her cousin Ned Nolan make out with his wife in the kitchen of their (his childhood) home.

Cousin Ned had jet-black hair, a crew cut, light skin, green eyes, and her mother's eyes. He wore a green shirt, black jeans, and sneakers.

Dana, the new Mrs. Nolan, had brown hair in a length bob, tanned skin, and brown eyes. She wore an orange sundress and white flip-flops.

Roseanne or Anne glanced over at her adopted cousin Jopie; she played with her eggs but kept her green eyes away from the happy couple. Her golden curls made her think of the porcelain dolls she used to long for as a girl.

Jopie was dressed in her school's uniform: sunny yellow romper, white blouse, tights, and yellow Mary Jane shoes.

Anne played with her long, unkempt, beach-wavy, inky black hair.

What was the point of getting married and moving out if he was coming back here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

Her eyes were large, and light lavender eyes flashed with annoyance; she was the only person in the village with this eye color. She had chalk-pale skin that couldn't seem to tan, no matter what she did. She had a feminine nub of a nose. She has thin lips.

She still wore the clothes she slept in: a white shirt and plaid pj bottoms.

Her theía kai theíos were already at work after she got dressed and walked Jopie to school; Anne was also going in.

The cousins worked in Sun Shyne Shoals postal and Olive Isles delivery services, owned by her Theíos Norman, Ned's father.

Anne met Jopie when they were 12 and 8 when Jopie and her parents moved to the village. Jopie was born to parents who were too involved with each other than their only child; when the two girls met, Jopie was immediately drawn to Anne and became her shadow. Her parents died when she was ten, and the Nolans originally was a temporary home but eventually decided to adopt her.

Ned and Dana were 22, Jopie was 15, and Anne would be 20 soon.

'Get a room.' Ned and Dana broke apart and turned to Anne's scowling face. 'There's a child present.'

'Are you referring to yourself?' Ned said as Dana giggled at her.

Ptt.' Anne huffed as Jopie laughed.

'Mom wants you guys to lock up when you leave.' Ned said as he grabbed a sausage and slice of bread.

'I hope your hands are clean.'

Ned flicked out his tongue at her, then ruffled Jopie's hair. 'You be good now. Don't let Anne's craziness rub off on you.'

'I won't.' Jopie said as Anne scoffed.

'You be good too, Anne.' Ned threw some eggs on his sandwich. 'Dana and I are going to upstairs.'

'For what?'

Ned and Dana exchanged glances, and then they looked at her; Anne stared blankly, then scrunched up her face.

'You two are nasty.'