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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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A/N I'm back!! Not sure if that is a threat, or not. But, hey, its a fact. As soon as I seen how many hits the first chapter was getting just minutes after being posted I felt the need to add to my story/baby. So here we go!

The redhead's face is turning an interesting shade of puce, and looks rather like he has suddenly eaten a handful of Pepper Imps. He turns his hateful stare to me.

"Snape's kid, or not, you better watch your step. My family is at Hogwarts, too," he spat, pointing his finger at me.

I smirked and made a show of relaxing.

"Do you think you scare me? I have my father as a teacher and Malfoy here, as well as Nott, Zambini, Crabb, Goyle, and a few more. You have your family? Ha! Bring it," I sneer, ticking off names on my fingers.

The redhead makes this odd strangle growling noise before storming off. I snort softly to myself.

"Is that a usual occurance for you?" I ask, turning to Draco.

"Usually," Draco sighs softly. "Father and Weasely Sr. have hated each other since school, and it seems we are the next generation of the feud. I hate him simply because he has the fashion sense of a troll. Other than that I really couldn't care if he were even in the room. My thanks by the way. He has never resorted to violence before, seems things are getting heated quickly."

"Don't worry about it. I was never going to let you get clobbered,"

He hands the selections to Madam Malkin, who is all a tither standing nearby. We pay for our purchases, and make our way to Ollivander's to get our wands. We walk into the dusty, dimly lit shop to look for Mr. Ollivander. We get about six steps inside when a voice floats to us.

"Welcome boy's I have been expecting you two. You first, young Master Malfoy."

Once again Draco stands still while getting measured for everything imaginable.

"Well Master Malfoy I believe I have a couple of wands for you to see if you fit," Ollivander himself comes out to drop a small stack of long, thin boxes at Draco's feet.

"Try each one. Wave it around, see if it likes you,"

Draco picks up the first wand, and has little more time than to flick it before Ollivander snatches it out of his hands. He shoves another at him. This cycle repeats until one wand lights up and sparks a few times. This one Ollivander leaves in Draco's hands.

"Master Malfoy, you have been chosen by a wand. Hawthorn and unicorn hair. Ten inches. Rather springy. Good for charms and transfiguration I would think. Now for you Master Snape. Please allow the measuring tape to finish it's work without moving. Thank you," Ollivander wanders off to do whatever it is he does.

I stand there with my arms out from my sides watching the measuring tape with bemusement as it measures the distance from my knee to my elbow. Then my eyes cross as it suddenly becomes very close to measure the width of the bridge of my nose. After a few odd measurements it measures the length of my wand arm, all of my wand hand, and the circumference of my wrist. With a movement like that of a sigh, the tape drops to the ground. Ollivander looks at it with disgust.

"Lazy thing. Can't even keep up measuring two younglings for wands anymore," he mutters. "Well Master Snape you seem to have left me in a quandry. Lets try these,"

As with Draco I barely touch them before another is thrust into my hands. The pile before me gets smaller and smaller, until Ollivander yanks the final wand in the pile from my hand.

"Hmmmm, this is very curious. Let me try just one other," Ollivander mumurs, wandering off to the farther parts of the store.

He comes back holding a very dusty wand box. He opens the box and offers the wand to me. As soon as it touches my fingers light seems to shine from the very wood. I wave it once and a shower of blue and gold sparks burst from the wand.

"That is very curious. Holly and phoenix feather. Eleven inches. Very supple. Good for a great many things. Very unusual wand. Only one ever made with this combination. The phoenix that gave this feather, gave only one other," the wand maker says mysteriously.

Draco and I look at each other shortly and nod back to Ollivander.

"Thank you Mister Ollivander. We appreciate you going through the trouble to fit us both with our wands. I will keep the information about my wand in mind. Have a good day," I tell him politely.

We are on our way to Flourish and Blott's when we pass the Magical Menagerie. I stop dead in my tracks. This beautiful boa constrictor is looking depressed in the window. I can't resist. I have to go in and get that poor snake.

"Stop, Draco. I'm going to be making a pit stop here. I see a snake in need," I say shortly.

Draco rolls his eyes, but follows me into the shop. I walk straight to the shopkeeper.

"I want that snake in the window," I greet, not too politely.

The shopkeeper looks surprised.

"That snake has been in that window since I started working here. No one wants him. He is one mean snake,"

"I don't care. I want that snake," I press.

The shopkeeper shrugs his shoulder and gets the snake, and a carrying box.

"No, I will carry him out. Thank you," I stop him.

Again, the shopkeeper shrugs and hands me the snake. I wrap him around my shoulders. I pay and walk back out to the street.

"Who are you?" the snake hisses angrily.

"My name is Abraxus Snape. I am your new master," I hiss back.

The snake considers me for a moment, then settles down.

"If you are a Speaker, you must be okay. I'm taking a nap now," the snake hisses before laying his head on my shoulder.

Draco eyes the me and the snake warily.

"You know talking to snakes is not an ordinary talent," He says slowly.

"I have always been able to," I shrug.

"Just don't do it too much in public, thats all I'm saying," Draco murmurs, still uneasy.

Again, I shrug. I'm not concerned about what people think, never have been. If they don't like me, they can shove off. We start walking to our original destination of Flourish and Blott's. This is a quick stop, just in and out. We already know what books we need to take with us, we had memorized the course list. We pay for our purchases, and go to meet our fathers at the apothecary, just a few stores down.

We walk up as Father is having a very intense discussion over the price of powdered asphodel.

"Seven sickles an ounce? Are you out of your mind? I have never paid more than five at this shop, and I have been shopping here since I started working at Hogwarts eleven years ago," Father rants at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looks intimidated, nodding his head repeatedly.

"Whatever you say sir, just don't turn me into anything unnatural," he begs.

Father just glares at him, but lays fifteen sickles down on the counter, and walks out with his three ounces of asphodel.

"You know that asphodel has never been five sickles an ounce," Lucius tells Father slyly.

"I know. I graduated that little snot last year, I felt I was entitled to a little compensation after all the hell he put me through in the seven years he was at Hogwarts," Father smirks.

Father's eyes land on me, then zoom in on the napping snake that is wrapped around my shoulders.

"I see you have a new pet," he says simply.

I nod my head. "I passed the Magical Menagerie and he looked so depressed in the window, I had to get him."

"I see. Well normally students aren't allowed to have snakes, but I guess we can see about letting you keep him,"

I let my eyes smile at him. Father grabs my hand, and Lucius grabs Draco. A moment later we were once again being sucked through a straw and back home.

The next month flies by with Draco and I playing chess, Quiddich, Exploding Snap; pretty much just hanging out and enjoying the last of the summer vacation.

Soon enough September second rolls around, and we are getting ready for our first year at Hogwarts.

"Sparrow! You almost ready? We have to be at King's Cross in five minutes. Apparating may be instintanious, but thats only if you get down here now!" Father yells up the stairs.

I roll my eyes. I look slowly around the room I grew up in. I had spent most of my life back and forth from Malfoy Manor, but this will be the longest I have been farther than an Apparate away from home. I pick up my boa, Sly, and wrap him around my shoulders. He grumbles lightly in his sleep, but stays sleeping. I take a deep sigh and square my shoulders. I leave my room and walk down the stairs.

"Finally, lets go. As a teacher I should be there already, but I can just Apparate to Hogsmeade," Father rushes.

He grabs me and Apparates us to the station. Waiting for all the students to board is the largest machine I have ever seen. The Hogwarts Express is pulled a huge scarlet red steam engine.

"I will see you when you get there," Father says, squeezing my hand tightly.

I nod. A hand squeeze is as good as a hug with my father. He very rarely hugs anyone. I go rushing off to find Draco.

"Where are we going, Master?" Sly asks me.

"School. Go back to sleep. You know I can't really talk to you with people around, they don't like it too much," I hiss back.

"Stupid humans. Don't they know Speakers are rare and should be celebrated?" he hisses grumpily.

I pat him in sympathy. I get on the train, and look for Draco. I find him in a compartment near the end of the train accompanied by Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle. They are good enough guys. Not too bright on the outside, but on the inside they were sharp as tacks. The easiest way to get people to underestimate you is to play dumb.

"Sparrow," Draco greets me in the proper Pureblood way, calmly and politely. But inside I can see him almost vibrating with anticipation.

"Yes, Sparrow. We have a score to settle," a familiar annoying voice says from behind me.

A/N I know in the book school starts on September first. But the actual date of September 1, 1991 is on a Sunday, and I don't think school would start on a Sunday so I moved it back to September second. I thank all of you for your reviews. Oh, and to Flare, I do have a pairing picked out, but it won't come to play until both characters are about thirteen.
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