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Sparrow's Nest	By : Mommy4ever Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Obvious disclaimer. I am not, nor will I ever be Jo Rowling, so don't sue me. On this story, I have a very solid idea where I am going with this, but bear with me. Its just an idea. Writers block likes me a lot, so if its not updated consitantly, don't kill me. Please. I like living. Anyways, enjoy reading what the plot bunnies have left me.

October 31, 1981

The Dark Lord vanished before my very eyes. I stood there, stunned until the screaming of the infant brought me back to my senses. I raised my wand, about to finish the job, when he opened his eyes; Lily's eyes. It was at that moment I knew I couldn't kill him. Before I could let myself over think it, I grabbed him and Apparated away. Harry James Potter was no more, he died with his parents. This child will be known as Abraxus Sparrow Snape. The world is about to change.

July 31, 1991

"Sparrow, its time to get up!"

I yawn and stretch. I hear my dad calling for me to get up. Its my birthday today, and he must have something planned to wake me up so early. I cast Tempus and see its just past six in the morning. I sigh and get out of bed. I shuffle to my wardrobe, but before I can even reach it, I was dressed in semi-formal robes.

"I can't wait until you can transfigure your own robes. Makes getting dressed so much faster." my father's voice drifts to me like smoke in a breeze.

"Good morning, Father," I greet, turning towards the door.

"Good morning Sparrow. And, happy birthday. Come downstairs. Tilly has breakfast ready, and you know how she gets if she was to wait."

"Yes, Father. Let me brush my teeth and hair. I will be right down."

My father looks as if he would like to do that for me, just to save time. But, he nods and heads back downstairs. Since I put my foot down about dressing myself, he restrains himself from doing everything for me, but sometimes he just can't help himself. He is just so impatient.

I walk to the in room bathroom and activate the light spell with a wave of my hand. I stare at my reflection, my bright green eyes stare back. Since my father told me the origin of my birth, I no longer wonder about the color of my eyes, I know that I got them from my mother. Nor, do I wonder about the mop I call hair, since I know I got that from my biological father who died protecting me.

After a moment lost in thought, I get to brushing my teeth, and hair. Takes me about a minute each. My teeth are cleaned daily, so just a quick hygiene spell later, and that's done. I don't really try too hard with my hair, its hopeless. It is long and painfully straight. I have tried everything. If I cut it short, it riots. If I leave it long it just hangs there, limp as cooked spaghetti. I glare fiercely at my hair then tie it back with a elastic band and head downstairs.

I head to the dining room, and I hear voices that aren't my father's. Lucius and Draco must be over for my birthday. I break out in a large smile, but smother it before I open the door. Everyone present are all Slytherins so overt expression of emotion is frowned upon in formal situations. Meal times are typically formal.

I open the door, and as I suspected Lucius is sitting next to Draco, who is across from my father. I walk down the dining table to sit next to my father. Breakfast is in the informal dining room, sitting for only sixteen. The formal dining room has seating for twenty four.

"Good morning Father, Lucius, Draco," I greet, nodding to each in turn.

"Happy birthday, Sparrow," Lucius and Draco answer back. My father just nods and gives me a small smile.

"We have a surprise for you, Sparrow. School shopping. You have been admitted into Hogwarts with Draco," Father says.

My eyes light up. I had been hoping to get into Hogwarts since Draco got his letter last month. Add the fact that Father works there, I had been hoping against hope that I would get that school.

"First we are going to Gringotts, then we can wander around Diagon Alley. As long as we get out school supplies, we can go to whatever shop we want. We just can't leave Diagon Alley," Draco says, excited under his aristocratic mask.

After a flurry of movement, we are all ready to leave. The two adults grab Draco and I to side-along Apparate us. After a moment of feeling sucked bodily through a straw, we land in front of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. After straightening imagined wrinkles, we head inside the bank to be greeted by the Gringotts goblins. Almost immediately I was swooped in on by two important looking goblins.

"Come with us please, Mr. Snape. We have business to attend to," the short, green creature said in a curt voice.

I look at my father, but he just blinks. He has no idea either. With a slight scowl we follow them. As soon as the door was closed, one of the goblins clears his throat.

"Mr. Snape. Or, may I say, Mr. Potter. You have reached the age where several vaults have been opened to you. You are heir to two Potter vaults, as well as a Snape vault that your father opened for you upon your adoption. The total sum of your monies comes to two million Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and twenty-one Knuts. Congratulations, Mr. Snape. You are the youngest, single heir millionaire."

I stand there, stunned. I don't know how to react. I'm a millionaire? I have always grown up with lots of money around me, but it was all my father's. To have that much money at my disposal, my mind is spinning. Pulling myself together, I take a fortifying breath and look at the goblin that had addressed me.

"Thank you for letting me know. I would like to see these vaults now."

Father nods at me approvingly. I handled that well. We follow the goblins to the railcarts that are always waiting to take owners to their vaults. After a dizzying ride, we stop at one about five levels below the surface.

"This is the Snape vault that belongs to you. It is connected to your father's until you turn the age of eighteen so he can keep an eye on your spending, and to deposit gold if you begin to run low. Not that that is likely, but still a precaution the bank takes with underage vault holders," the goblin, he says his name is Grophike, informs me.

Father hands him a key, and Grophike opens the vault. Inside there is a very large pile of Galleons with smaller piles of Sickles and Knuts. I go inside to grab and handful of Galleons, and I notice that there is much more inside than just money. There are books, maps, jewelry, and much more than I can notice without some deep investigating. I grab a book that looks interesting, shrink it, and put it in with the gold. With a last look around, I turn and leave the vault.

I join the goblin and Father back in the cart. With a word the cart is once again barreling along the tracks at nauseating speeds. Maybe two more levels down, the cart lurches to a stop. We have stopped in front of two vault doors.

"These two doors are the combined vaults of James and Lily Potter," Gophike reports dryly.

He walks up to the two doors and touches them both with one finger. They both melt away to reveal more gold than I have ever seen in one place in my life. There is gold coins of course, but also goblets, weopons, armor, jewelry and trinkets. As well as gold there are enough books to fill a library, topographical and geological maps, furniture; and so much more than I can take in. Then I look left and see even more as the two vaults are connected by an archway. In this other room there are clothes for both men and women and more furniture. Boxes overflowing with jewels, both set and loose.

I turn around, and I see a tapestry that details the Potter family tree and family crest. There is a table I hadn't noticed before. On this small table is a ring box. I open the box and there is a family ring. I slowly pick it up in case it doesn't aggree that I am a Potter. The ring grows warm, then lightens in weight until it feels like I am holding a feather instead of a solid gold ring. I take that as a sign that the ring has accepted me. I put it on, gather some other items that interest me, and go back out to ride the insane cart back up to the surface.

We bid the goblins good day and make our way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where we had arranged to meet Lucius and Draco.

We walk down to the nearby store and see Draco standing like a statue, a measuring tape flying around him, taking measurments of its own accord. I smile inside. He looks a little funny standing there. We walk in, and I get ready to be a spectacle of my own. Time for me to get measured for my own robes.

"Welcome Professor Snape. And, younger Mr. Snape, welcome to you. I believe you are also here for school robes. Congratulations on getting into Hogwarts. Come this way. I will start getting your measurements right away, then you can choose what materials you would like," Madam Malkin cheerily chirps.

She bustles me to stand where Draco had been. The tape had already finished with him and he was browsing in the materials. With a wave of her wand, the magical measuring tape begins taking every measurement imaginable. It measures my shoulder width, my arm length, my inseam, the length of my feet, even the distance between my nostrils before Madam Malkin comes back.

"Now! We have all the measurments needed. Come this way, we have every fabric and clothing material known to wizarding kind here. Please, take your time in looking," with a parting smile she bustles away to greet some new customers.

I walk over to Draco to see what he had chosen. When it comes to fashion, Draco has everyone beat. I generally let him choose for me. I have no eye for style. He gives me a half smirk that passes for a smile in public.

"I already have your outfits picked out, don't worry," he snickers.

"Me? Worry? Why would I do something like that. I know you would, its been your self appointed job since we were seven after all," I joke back.

"Malfoy," a voice behind me sneers.

I turn to see the most garish red hair I have ever witnessed. Attached to the red hair is a boy dressed in shabby, hand-me-down robes.

"Weasley," Draco sneers back. "Here to look? I know you could never afford new robes."

"How dare you!" Weasley screams, launching himself at Draco.

Moving with the speed I was born with, I intercept the punch, and get punched myself in the jaw. I push the offended red head away from me.

"If you ever come near my friend, or myself again I will end you," I growl.

"And who are you," he sneers at me.

"My name is Abraxus Sparrow Snape. You may have heard of my father,"

I give him a gloating smirk as his mouth drops to his chest.

"You may want to watch your step. From what my father says, Professor Snape doesn't particularly like Weasleys to begin with. So you might want to be careful how you handle his son," Draco smirks.

AN So? What do you think? Tell me! Please?? ::puppy dog eyes:: Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?
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