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Brownies For Breakfast	By : Sugarholics Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter Six: Mud, Marshmallows and Meetings

DISCLAIMER: You know Harry Potter and his friends and teachers and the whole world that he exists in? Yeah, they aren't ours, and more's the pity. They belong to the utterly brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling-the lucky gal! We will return everybody and everything in a mostly recognizable state when we're done playing! We promise!

Cass here! Just to let you know, we have nicknames that might confuse. Sarah is Lex, and Renee is Cass (which is me!!!!). Just to clear up any confusion. Enjoy!
Brief recap of where we left off in the early evening hours of Friday....

Malfoy Sr. and Nott Sr. saw the two girls appear from their hidding spot and aimed their wands towards them.

"Avada Kedavra" the two men shouted in unison.

Sarah and Renee both had their eyes trained towards the two adults; as their eyes widened in alarm they realized the murdersome spell was heading directly for them.

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Sheer dumb luck. That was what saved them.

Utterly sheer dumb luck had made sure that Renee's clumsiness kicked in at the just right moment causing her to trip midstride as they dashed across the alleyway.

Sheer dumb luck. That was the only phrase Renee's mind could process as Sarah landed on top of her, the green flash of the killing curse blasting through another wall in stereo. "Now!" Renee yelled, outstretching her hand as Sarah did the same.

Lightining slapped at the earth as a blinding rain pelted the Death Eaters; gale force winds whipped through the alley, tossing mud and debris into the faces of their attackers. Sarah and Renee scrambled to their feet, their hands still outstretched and giving fury to the storm as they raised their grim faces to the pounding rain. Thunder roared as a constant as bolt after bolt slammed into the bodies of the masked enemies or into the muck before them, blinding them or worse. As the last masked assailant dropped to the ground the storm ceased abrubtly, a light drizzle bringing a brilliant rainbow arching over a pile of slightly-charred, mostly unconsious Death Eaters.

Aurors filled the alleyway as Sarah and Renee let their arms drop gingerly flexing their burned fingers.

"Didn't know we'd get burned working with a storm," Renee said as Snape hurried towards them with Draco close behind. "But then again, we've never intentionally bar-b-qued people before. I'd rather not do so again."

"I agree," Sarah said with a slight sigh.

"Our hands are really going to hurt when we come down from the adrenaline," Renee said as she and Sarah turned their backs on the macabre mass of would-be murderers.

�What the bloody hell happened?� Severus demanded as he rung his robe out, his hands shaking slightly in exhaustion from maintaning a shielding spell for such a long time on two people that had dashed and dove wildly.

�Well, I must say I am impressed,� Draco said as he and the others came out from where they had been hiding or taking cover to look at the pile of Death Eaters at the end of the alley.

�Our big boom style,� Sarah grinned, looking slightly pale but alive.

"Tip your servers and try the veal," Renee said dryly; shoving her glasses up on her nose with the back of her hand.

"We're here all week," Sarah chuckled, completeing the ancient joke.

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, already flicking drying charms across himself as he watched Aurors hurry by to collect the fallen followers of the Dark Lord.

"Nevermind, wombat," Renee sighed, holding her hands up towards Sarah with a grimace of pain as her hands began to throb.

"Yeah, ow and double ow," Sarah agreed to Renee's silent communication, her hands already screaming in pain.

"What is wrong?" Professor Snape demanded, not seeing any injury to the pair. Both girls exchanged a glance before baring their burned palms to the potions master. "I will help with that," he said, digging in his pocket and ignoring the slight relief he felt. "Half the bottle each, drink it though it tastes horrible," he commanded, turning and walking away.

"Should we follow?" Renee asked quietly as she, Sarah and Draco watched him.

"You should always follow your betters," Draco said haughtily.

"Follow us wombat," Sarah said, bumping past him and following after Professor Snape.

It took a moment for Draco to follow them. "Bloody Americans."

The odd trio found Professor Snape walking out of Slug and Jigger's once more, this time with two rose colored bottles. "Burn salve. It will sting like hell for a moment, but you'll be able to use your hands almost immediately. You need to apply it again before you go to bed tonight as well so your hands will heal entirely." He uncorked both bottles and poured a heavy amount into each girls' hand, smirking slightly when they hissed in pain. "Rub it in."

"You are an evil, sadistic creature, Professor," Renee scowled.

"At least you know now," he replied, shoving the bottles at them and stalking away as an Auror walked towards them.

"I think I like him," Renee said after a beat.

"You would, masochist," Sarah smirked, linking arms with her friend.

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Half an hour later; the entire Weasley clan (sans Percy), the Golden Trio, Draco, Sarah, Renee and Professor Snape all were waiting for the permission of the Aurors to leave.

"I can't believe you two did that," Ginny said, looking at Sarah's still healing hands.

"Actually, it was really tiring," Renee admitted.

"I want some rice and a nap," Sarah decided, leaning against Mrs. Weasley slightly.

"I wouldn't mind food right now," Renee agreed.

"I wouldn't mind a decent bath and a mirror," Draco added to the conversation.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a vain little twit?" Sarah asked him, opening one eye to watch him.

"Yes," came the response from the Golden Trio, Ginny, and the twins.

"Repeatedly," Ginny added helpfully.

"Besides, don't you get seven years of bad luck if you break a mirror?" Renee smiled with false sweetness.

"Ha, ha, Tigris," Draco growled in response.

"I'm very funny, thank you," Renee replied.

�By the way, you look like shit,� Draco said with a scowl.

�Well who the hell asked you, wombat?� Sarah demanded, raking her gaze over him. �Between the two of you, I think she looks a hell of a lot better. Even though she's covered in mud,� Sarah grinned.

�Ugh,� groaned Draco, swiping at the splotches of mud on his clothing that the passing ranks of Aurors laden with prisoners had splattered.

Unfortunately for him, doing so cause mud to splatter on Sarah; who turned several shades of pissed-off red before tackling him to the quasi-liquid ground. As the mud squelched beneath the blonde boy Sarah straddled him and slopped a healthy handful of said mud onto Draco�s face, having wanted to do so for some time now. As Fred and George doubled over in sidesplitting laughter; Sarah decided not to let them miss out on the fun. Launching twin mudballs at them, Sarah let out a shout of surprise as she was hit from behind by Renee.

�Oh, hell no.� Sarah grinned, standing and scooping up more mud and launching it at Renee. Renee ducked out of the way just in time for Severus to walk into the flying mudball.

�Oh, shit! I didn�t mean to do that!� Sarah said apologizing to the Potions Master. Draco snickered but ducked behind Molly as Severus turned his furious gaze toward the intended target.

�Why did you move?� Severus demanded of Renee.

�You think I wanted to get whacked in the face with a mudball? Are you smoking wizard's weed or something? Hell yeah I moved!� Renee tried not to smile at the supremely pissed teacher.

As the Golden Trio burst into giggles, Renee scooped up more mud and with a glance to Sarah the two of them launched an attack against Harry and Ron. Hermione attempted to get out of the way, but tripped over Draco�s foot and fell face first into the mud. Renee wavered on her feet for a moment, shaking it off as she bent to scoop up more mud.

Draco, attempting to get out of the way when Fred started launching mud in his direction, tripped over Hermione who was still struggling to get up. Falling into Sarah, the two crashed to the ground with a loud squish as Draco landed on Sarah�s chest.

�There are other ways of getting the girl, Mr. Malfoy. I don�t think pushing her into the mud and trying to cop a feel are one of them,� Sarah snapped shoving him off her. Renee snickered and offered Sarah a hand as Fred and George helped Hermione to her feet once and for all.

�If you all are quite through playing in the mud,� Molly frowned half-heartedly, trying not to smile at the mud-caked individuals. �We should probably get away from the mound of Death Eaters and go back to the hotel to clean up,� she said.

�All of you are taking a shower as soon as we get to the house,� Arthur said firmly to all of his children. �And that includes you as well, Harry and Hermione,� he continued as Molly took Draco by the arm.

�And you young man, are not to leave my sight,� Molly snapped.

Sarah began to snicker and Molly glared at her over her shoulder. �What makes you think you�re getting off scott-free, young lady?� she asked Sarah.

�American luck?� Sarah attempted with a smile.

�I don�t think so. Let�s go,� Molly said.

�But we have a hotel room not three blocks from here!� Sarah objected.

�I said let�s go,� Molly said.

�Well, fuck-� Renee sighed.

�And watch your language,� Arthur said firmly. Grumbling under her breath, Sarah sighed and followed the others.

�Cass, you coming or what?� Sarah called over her shoulder.

�Or what,� Renee grinned. When Sarah glared at her Renee sighed again. �Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just gimme a minute,� Renee said, leaning against the nearest wall.

�You sure you�re feeling okay?� Sarah asked.

�You look terrible,� Severus said, glaring at her.

�Well thank you Mr. Sunshine. You look just hunky dory yourself. You know, brown is definitely your color. Now fuck off and leave me alone,� Renee scowled, shoving off the wall and stalking after Sarah. Severus waited a moment and then followed after her, coming up behind her just in time to catch her.

�This sucks.� Renee said before crumpling to the ground in unconsciousness.

"God damn it, Cass," Sarah sighed. "I told you to watch your blood sugar."

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"So she just passes out at random if she forgets to eat for too long?" Ron asked in an attempt to clarify the situation.

"Pretty much," Sarah sighed, looking towards the couch where Professor Snape had put Renee down. "It doesn't happen that much, but with a brownie for breakfast, she should have been more careful."

"I think this will help," Harry said as he came back in the room with a bag of marshmallows. "They're pretty much nothing but sugar."

"Now all we have to do is wake her up," Sarah said, taking the bag of mini marshmallows, "and make sure she eats a good amount of protien and complex carbs as soon as possible afterwards."

Remus wandered into the room in Mrs. Weasley's cooking apron. "The meatloaf needs a few minutes to cool, but it's finished. Who's that?" he asked with a glance towards the couch. "And who are you?" Remus looked to Mrs. Weasley for an explantion of the two strangers in the house. "Why is Draco Malfoy here? And why does everyone have mud on them?" With a glance to Harry, Remus walked up to Sarah. "Who are you?"

"I am Sarah Alexandria Pishon, soon to be a student of Hogwarts," she smiled at him. "And my unconscious friend there is Renee Tigris. Pleased to meet you sir."

"Remus Lupin, formerly a teacher at Hogwarts. Why are you two here and what is with all the mud?"

"Mudfight thanks to Pishon there," Draco sneered, stalking past Remus to comandeer the closest bathroom. "I'm taking a shower."

"That sounds like a good idea, Mr. Malfoy," Mrs. Wealsey said. "All of you bathe before dinner. No exceptions," Mrs. Wealsey glared over at the twins.

"But we were just-" they began in unison.

"Going to wait until I was finished in the shower to do so," Hermione said, shoving them both from behind and out the door of the front parlor.

"But-" Fred objected.

"Shut up!" Ron whispered to them as he helped Hermione push them towards the stairs.

"Well then," Remus said, looking to the matriarch and patriarch of the red-headed clan. "What is going on?"

"Do you recall the storm earlier today?" Mr. Weasley said as Sarah sat down on the couch beside Renee.

"Of course! I was just coming in with two full sacks of groceries when it came out of nowhere," the werewolf frowned.

"They caused it," Mrs. Weasley said looking over in confusion as a quiet squishing sound was heard from the couch.

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and baccie," Sarah sang, poking Renee's chest again. "Well, marshmallows, but still, wake up." Renee made something resembling a response and swatted at Sarah's hand. "Wake the hell up, Cass," Sarah snapped, jabbing her boob right in the center.

"Ow! Fucking 'a' man, what?! I'm awake," Renee sat up, still holding Sarah's hand. "Do that again and I'll break your hand, Lex," she scowled. "Are those marshmallows? I love you," she said snatching the bag from her friend.

"You wouldn't break my hand, Cass. I would make you carry all my stuff if you did," Sarah frowned, standing from the couch and going to leave the parlor. She paused as she felt several small objects bounce off the top of her head and saw a few marshmallows roll in front of her. "May you fall repeatedly in awkward ways that leave bruises very hard to explain," she said darkly, turning around to face her friend.

"Who's the dude?" Renee asked after swallowing a mouthful of marshmallows.

"Which dude?" Sarah asked, looking around.

"The werewolf," Renee said, standing from the couch and approaching Remus. "Aren't you tired? It's like three days after the full moon." Remus gaped at her for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish in a bowl. "I'm Renee Tigris, by the way. Nice to meet you," she said, turning away from him.

"Remus Lupin," he managed whirling about and heading back into the kitchen.

"You're weird," Sarah said. "And I'm going to take a shower. I would highly advise you do the same," she said. "And then eat dinner." Sarah snatched the bag of marshmallows from her friend and pulled her from the couch. "Let's go, Cass my dear. We need to talk."

"But-"

"I don't recall asking for commentary. See you in a few, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Professor Snape," Sarah waved slightly at them as she pulled the reluctant Renee from the room. "You're weird Renee," Sarah said as they went up the stairs.

"Well Miss Cauldron, why are you calling me black?" Renee grinned.

"Why would you randomly bust out like that? Have you no sense of propriety?" Sarah asked as they reached the second floor.

"I do. But everyone knew. Snape knew, so did Mr. and Mrs. W. I was just wondering who he was. Had anyone else been in the room I would have kept my mouth shut," Renee said.

"Maybe you should keep your mouth shut on a permenant basis," Sarah suggested helpfully.

"Bugger off," Renee said, turning into the hallway and starting to look for the bathroom, knocking on doors before she opened them.

"Such a nice response," Sarah smiled, opening the first door she came to.

"Bloody hell!" Draco said, pulling his towel shut as the bathroom door swung open.

"Uh," Sarah managed, blushing furiously.

"What are you doing?!" the wet blonde demanded. "Shut the bloody door with you on the other side!" he snapped, grabbing his wand from the sink rim.

Slamming the door, Sarah dashed to Renee and clung to her. "I just saw a naked wombat!" she said. "My sight shall be forever marred!"

A moment later a fully dressed Draco Malfoy came stalking out of the bathroom, his silk shirt clinging to his still damp body. "Knock next time or I'll hex you into next week!" he snapped, hurrying away before Sarah could respond.

"So," Renee grinned as Sarah pulled away from her, "was the wombat hot?"

Sarah made a strangled sound of horror and dashed into the now unoccupied bathroom. "Bring me my little suitcase," she said, slamming the door in Renee's face.

"Nice answer!" Renee called, walking towards the stairs. "Hope she remembers to lock the door or there might be a repeat performance."

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Harry, Draco, Renee and Sarah were in the kitchen putting away the dinner dishes in silence. "So, this is weird, huh? Two Americans dropping into Hogwarts?" Harry broke the ice as he handed Draco one of the dry plates to hand to Sarah.

"Yeah," Draco agreed. "Poor Hogwarts," Draco smiled when Sarah glared and stuck her tongue out at him.

"I don't think Hogwarts could get any more unfortunate than having you enrolled there, Wombat. If anything, the addition of Renee and myself serve to enhance the school, making up for the tragedy that is your presence," Sarah said as she stacked the bowls Renee had just handed to her.

"Ouch," Harry grinned at Draco. "And I thought Snape was mean."

"No, Snape is too smart for you, big difference," Draco said regally.

"Much like I am to you, right?" Harry asked with a slight smile that had Draco hesitating.

"Careful, Potter. You're actually being civil to me," Draco quipped, scowling as he was suddenly aware of Sarah's and Renee's gazes on him.

"You are the only one who seems to have an issue with it, Draco," Harry said with a shrug. "And it's Harry." Harry shut off the tap and grabbed the baking pan from atop the oven, setting it in the soapy water to soak.

"What, Saint Potter finds it in his heart to forgive me?" Draco sneered as he rose from the table he had just sat at under the guise of needing to refill his goblet.

Harry turned his sad emerald eyes on the sharp tongued schoolmate and smiled brokenheartedly. "No. But people die far too frequently these days Draco Malfoy. I need another enemy like I need a million swords through the stomach. In war, friends are what matter most for they are the people you count upon. And I especially need clever friends when it seems that those I interact with often end up in danger." Harry paused and then continued, the quiet clink of dishware still being shelved in the background the only other noise in the room. "I'd rather have you around taunting me on this side of the battlefield rather than on the other side next to Voldemort," Harry spat the name of the Dark Lord as one would a curse, Draco cringed out of reflex from the name but said nothing for a moment.

"Are you trying to say you want to be my friend?" Draco asked slowly after a beat of silence, trying to make sure that his brain was wrapping around what Harry was saying in the correct fashion.

"If you're looking for skipping through the wildflowers, no. If you mean someone who will listen to you, talk with you, and put up with all your shit, yeah," Ron said as he came into the room with another armful of plates.

"Stop the presses, Ronald Weasley was nice to me!" Draco wailed dramatically, feigning a swoon onto the bench as Hermione swung the door open with her hip.

"Don't be an ass Draco," Hermione frowned, her hands full of the leftover meatloaf-not much in the massive pan. "We're not Crabbe and Goyle; so we won't be at your feet groveling. But an equal might be nice."

"Hey, Wombat, you going to attempt to be human?" Sarah asked him, stepping down from the stool as the Golden Trio stood in a row facing the blonde young man.

Draco glared at her, then the Golden Trio. "What's the catch?" he asked warily, scowling for lack of any other facial expression that was normal.

"You have to try out some of the twins' new toys on your Slytherin buddies," Ron said quietly, grinning evilly, then muttering in pain as Hermione's elbow dug into his ribs.
"There is no catch, Draco," Hermione tried to explain.
"Why?" Draco wanted to know, still not sure about this sudden change and feeling very cornered.

"Why not?" Harry shrugged. "People can die too fast these days. Sirius taught me that appearances aren't everything. Prove him right?" Harry offered his hand in a bizarre twist of what Draco once offered him so many years ago.

"And you two?" Draco asked Hermione and Ron, completely ignoring the hand still patiently outstretched and the green eyes that were watching him carefully.

They simply shrugged in unison. "I guess it depends on you, Draco," Hermione said.
"I think it would take some doing as you're an obnoxious prat nine out of ten, but I'm willing to try," Ron said.

"Maybe," Draco said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Maybe is good enough for now," Harry sighed, still trying to be realistic even as he was slightly disapointed.
"Malfoy, do it or I'll beat you nightly," Sarah scowled fiercely at Harry's sad expression brought on by the blonde. "You're going to be dealing with them the entire year anyway, logically you'd make a truce if only to be self-serving in not wasting the effort of being mean to them."
"You have the oddest mind sometimes, Lex," Renee said as Draco seemed to ponder this.
"But one of the brightest as well," she responded. "Malfoy, you might as well be nice to them seeing as I'm going to be friends with them and your guardian is my best friend's Sponsor," Sarah rationalized.

"Don't try to make him do it," Harry said as he began furiously scrubbing the baking pan. "He needs to make his own choices and own decisions, not have someone try to make them for him."

Even as Ron opened his mouth to comment, Draco stepped to the sink beside Harry and shoved his sleeves up his arms, reaching into the soapy water to pull out another dish. "You'll need to soak that longer, Potter, in hot water with plenty of soap. You're better off getting the plates done first and then worry about all that rubbish," Draco said as he took the second sponge and began to scrub at the plate.

When the thick silence in the kitchen became too much to bear, he whirrled on them and scowled. "What did you think I did all summer? Sat around with my thumb up my arse? We have a cottage on the shore and I've been staying there by myself since I was fifteen. Now, if anyone at Hogwarts hears a single bloody word about me doing dishes," he raised a bubble covered hand to point at each of them. "I'll know who started it and I'll deny it till the day I die but I'll do something so evil you'll go crying to Snape himself for a pain-relieving potion and a whole keg of Dreamless Sleep for you'll have nightmares for the rest of your days."

"Inventive threat, Drake," Renee smirked, taking the now clean plate from him to rinse it. "I love the way your twisted little mind works."

"So, does that mean we're all friends now or?" Ron trailed off as Draco flicked an annoyed glare over his shoulder at him.

"No, it means that I want to go prancing through the fields with the Dark Lord himself in drag and proclaim my undying love for Neville Longbottom in the middle of the Great Hall," Draco rolled his eyes even as a smile twitched at his lips at the odd mental image.

"You swing that way, pretty boy?" Sarah was mildly amused when Draco's response was not only anatomically impossible but also sounded quite painful.

"I'll have to remember that one when Nott bothers me," Harry said with a smirk as he took up the sponge again and began washing dishes with Draco.

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"I'm telling you that whoever he is he's American!" Renee insisted as Sarah cracked the door of the kitchen open. After the kitchen had been cleaned, they had all wandered off with various tasks in mind, one of which being Renee's desire to read 'Hogwarts: A History' in the library before bed.
"How could you tell that with a single glance?" Draco demanded with a frown from across the kitchen table. Letting the door swing open, Sarah opened her mouth to inquire what they were doing only to be shushed at and beckoned for her to join them at the table. Ginny, Hermione, Draco and Harry sat on one side of the table with Renee flanked by Ron on the left and the twins on her right.
"Is the door shut?" Ginny whispered as Fred rose to shut the door fully and cast a silencing charm on it. When he nodded Hermione and Ginny turned their attention back to Draco as Sarah was herded by Fred to the table to sit in between he and George.
"I don't understand how you can automatically say that some prat stumbles through the Floo with a single bag over his shoulder and lands in your lap is American!" Draco scowled.
"Did he say anything to you?" Hermione inquired mentally listing the possibilities.
"Nope. Not a single syllable. But I'd bet money that he's American, and west coast at that," Renee said firmly.
Always one to work a wager, Fred and George grinned. "How much?" they demanded in unison, their grins only slightly maniacal.
Pondering for a moment, Renee slapped a trio of silver Sickles on the table and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back from the table slightly.
"I'll match that and say he's Irish," Ginny said after a moment of hesitation, tossing three Sickles into the center of the table. The three coins clinked merrily as they collided with the others, the last nearly rolling off the table as it rolled on its side before landing face up in the center.
"Anyone else?" Fred asked, looking to the other occupants of the table to sweeten the pot.
"London," Hermione said as she pulled her coin purse from her pocket. "Or within sixty miles of it," she added as she tossed her three into the center of the table and looked at the remaining people yet to voice their opinions.
"I am not one to make a blind bet," Sarah said quietly. "Tell us more about him, Cass."

Renee took a deep breath before beginning. "Well, he fell face-first into my chest as I was curled up reading the copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' that Hermione lent me. Really long dark brown or black hair with fire engine red streaks in it and dark sapphire blue eyes. Tall and lanky when he finally stood up, but obviously outdoors alot as he had a tan and smelled like he was in the ocean. A lot of attitude; he looked at me like it was my fault he fell out of the damned Floo to begin with!"
"Was it?" Harry asked.
"No!" Renee scowled. "He tripped over the fire grate and landed on me, not I held my foot out for him to stumble over."
"Did it look like he was used to the Floo?" Hermoine asked still adding to her mental calculations.
"Nope. Looked nervous as hell and maybe a little scared. He's our age," Renee told her assembled audience.
"What did he look like?" Sarah and Ginny asked at the same time.
"He was wearing black Levi's, a tank top with a red Chinese dragon on it, a set of dog tags, a black leather jacket that looked older than him and a chip on his shoulder the size of the Bible belt," Renee said, remembering the scowl he had aimed up at her from her clevage. And smiled when she remembered how she had smacked him upside the head hard enough to have him on the floor. "Of course, after he fell to the floor with positively no help from me or a hard bap from a book upside the head, I also noticed his knapsack with duct tape going along the bottom, some sand still dusting the bottom and a few sew-on decals that caught my eye. Nirvana, Happy Bunny, and a few I didn't recoginze, but they were decals just the same. Eyebrow piercing that didn't look real, and an ear cuff of a dragon on both ears. That's all I noticed before Dumbledore stepped through and steered me out of the room, calling for Molly, Arthur, and Professor Snape before shutting the door in my face."
"I'd say New York," Sarah said, pulling three Sickles out from her pocket and stuffing the random paper she had pulled out with them back in her pocket as she tossed her money on the table.
"French," Ron offered, tossing three Sickles onto the table as well.
"Harry, Draco? You two in or no?" Renee asked as they all looked at them.
"Spain," Draco said, patting his pockets to find his coin bag and tossing the three coins onto the small pile.
"Harry?" Fred and George looked at the boy with arched brows.
"I haven't got three Sickles on me," Harry shrugged.
"We know you're good for it," George said, pulling three silver Sickles out and tossing them down before Harry could object again.
"American, from Florida like you two," he shrugged, pulling the first thought from his head.
"How will we know who's won?" Ginny asked as the twins scooped the money up and noted everyone's guess.
"We'll know when we meet him, as that's what Dumbledore will most likely do. If he's here, we'll meet him today or tomorrow," Fred said.
"And then, we'll know who walks away with twenty one Sickles," George added.
"And I thought I didn't like to gamble," Renee said as Fred ended the Silencing Charm.
"So now what?" Draco asked, looking to his companions.
"Uh, well..." Ginny tried to think of something but was cut short by the entrance of a very pissed off looking Professor Snape.
"Come into the main library now. All of you," the irritated man snapped, swirling out of the room before anyone could stand.
"Now, is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Sarah wondered aloud as they all stood from the table and left the room.
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"Everyone, this is Stefan Tobias," Headmaster Dumbledore said. "Professor Snape's son."

The shock that the assembled felt was nearly three dimensional. "Snape's son?" Draco was the first to speak.

"Your surprise cannot possibly rival mine, Draco," Snape sneered from the chair in front of the fireplace. "Mr. Tobias will be attending Hogwarts along with the rest of you."

"Well then. So, you're Snape Jr?" Renee said, walking across the room towards him. "If you don't recall I'm the one you landed upon earlier," Renee said as she stopped in front of him.

" 'Chsa, yeah I remember, dudette," Stefan said in a surfer drawl. "I totally forgot to apologize, man," he said. "I'm like totally embarassed that I landed on your..uh...on you," he amended at the last second.

Snape winced as each slang swinging, slurred syllable left his offspring's lips, much to the amusement of the rest of the assembled people. "Mr. Tobias is from California," Headmaster Dumbledore offered helpfully when silence settled in the room again.

"Okay then Mr. California; I'm Renee Tigris, resident pain in the ass," Renee grinned, offering her hand to him. Stefan shook her hand and turned to the others.

"Nice to meet ya," Stefan smirked slightly and walked across the room to introduce himself to the others.

"Why don't you go and get something to eat, Mr. Tobias, with the others whilest I speak with your father?" Headmaster Dumbledore said.

" 'Chsa yeah sounds cool," Stefan shrugged, slinging his bag over one shoulder as he shot a glance at Professor Snape. "That okay with you Pops?" he inquired.

"Fine. Dandy. Go," Professor Snape growled.

"Come on, then," Renee said, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room after the others.

"So, like, where are we?" Stefan asked as the door to kitchen was shut behind him.

"London, England," Hermione supplied as everyone took spots at the kitchen table or atop the counters. Draco and Sarah had hopped on the counter next to the stove with Renee leaning against them in between; while Hermione had eased herself onto the table with Ron sitting on the bench beside her. Ginny and Harry said beside Hermione on the other side of the table and Fred and George sat back to back on the other end of the table.

"Dude," Stefan nodded, glancing to Renee as she glared at him steadily. "Did I, like, diss you and not realize it?" he asked her as she turned her head to the side in consideration.

"No, but trying to insult our intelligence is not something wise to do," Sarah said, as Renee looked over her shoulder and nodded in agreement to a silent question.

"Your pretense is wearing terribly thin and we'd rather deal with the actual persona that you normally display as opposed to the one you are using now," Hermione said after a moment, a slight frown of concentration on her face.

"Or, in the layman's translation for those of us without subtitle boxes in our vision: drop the surfer accent honey, before we hurt ya," Renee said, grinning when Stefan scowled and crossed his arms over his chest in a very Snape-like manner.

"It seemed to fool all of my old aquaintences," he said in a slightly deeper tone, one bereft of the surfer-slang twang that grated upon Professor Snape. "However, I am curious as to how you knew that I wasn't just some hip surfer dude," he said, ending the statement with the Californian tone.

Sarah and Renee grinned. "We lived in Florida for a long time," Sarah said.

"And though you do the surfer type talk quite well, you don't have enough dead brain cells to speak that way as your status quo," Renee said.

"Ah. Well, if you don't mind, I'd rather most people think I'm some air-headed beach bum than someone they can bother for homework answers. I trust that this is not the school that I was informed that I would be attending?" Stefan asked pointing to the floor.

"No, this is a safe house," Harry piped up. "One my godfather owned."

"Past tense," Stefan noted with a nod. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks," Harry nodded once in acceptance.

"So...like what's the deal, dudes?" he grinned, pulling a stool from against the wall and sitting upon it. "Fill me in on what's happening at this school I'm supposed to be going to."

"Actually, we'd like to know why you are here, first, seeing as our perfectly splendid evening was interrupted by the likes of you," Draco cut in. "An explanation from you, as boring as it would be seeing as you can't possibly have anything interesting to say, would be best right now as it seems we'll be dealing with you for a while."

"If you say that with any more disdain I think I'll die from vocal poisoning," Stefan drawled in return, rolling his eyes at the scowling blonde.

"Don't mind Malfoy," Ginny said, sticking her tongue out at the blonde boy as Sarah choked on her laughter. "He's a git to pretty much everyone, even the people he 'tolerates' on a daily basis," Ginny used air quotations as she smiled.

Renee snickered as Draco huffed and crossed his arms over his chest in a normal pout. "Vocal poisioning," she sniggered. "Gods, I'll have to remember that one."

"That doesn't answer the question of why he's here," Ron said after a moment of silence. "Nor why we haven't heard of Snape having a son before just now. How do we know he's not a Death Eater in training sent to earn our trust only to betray us?!" the redhead demanded, the idea blooming fast in his mind.

"We don't," Fred and George frowned as the red-headed family shifted slightly, uniting as one unit unconsiously.

"For crying out loud!" Harry snapped. "May I remind you he's American?" Harry stated the nationality slowly, as if to a group of very young and inattentive children.

"And?" Ron frowned.

"He's not a mini Death Eater," Renee supplied for the sighing Harry.

"Oh, and you're an expert? How do we know this isn't a complete set up?" Ginny demanded. "You, Sarah, and Snape Jr. here? You could all be spies. We still don't know why you two are going to Hogwarts when you're obviously over the legal age."

"Dumbeldore has faith in them, just as he has faith in Snape," Harry said, standing next to Stefan.

"I don't really care whether or not you trust me, actually," Stefan frowned, reajusting his bag and turning to leave. "I just figured someone could update me on what the hell was going on since I just watched my house get blown up by some psychos in black Klan wear," the young man snapped, shoving open the door to the kitchen.

"Wait!" Harry said, grabbing his arm. "Your house was attacked by Death Eaters?"

"If that's what the freaks in black with white masks were, I would suppose so. They made some green skull and snake thing appear in the sky too, just before they started the fire that burned my house down," Stefan said.

"Oh," was the response those that could speak offered.

"Well, how did you survive such an ordeal?" Hermione asked gently.

"I wasn't home."

"It wasn't your fault you know," Sarah put in.

"Did I say I thought it was?" Stefan snapped.

"No, but I thought that it was important to toss that out there. You probably blame yourself anyway," Sarah shrugged.

"They were looking for me. I can't quite fathom that not being my fault," Stefan scowled.

"Fathom this, sweetheart: Diagon Alley was destroyed by a bunch of Death Eaters because they were looking for Lex and I," Renee said. "They killed over a dozen people today trying to get their mitts on us. Did anyone die when they attacked you?"

"No," Stefan said quietly.

"Then having a house burn down on you is pretty damned good," Renee snapped.

"That doesn't mean that the attack on Diagon Alley was the fault of Sarah or you," Harry said, sitting back down at the table.

"I know," Renee sighed. "It still cuts at you, you know?"

Harry nodded. "More than you'll ever know."

"Hey!" Ron suddenly piped up again. "I wonder if the Hogwarts Express will still be running tomorrow with the damage done to the tracks and such."

"What do you mean?" Hermione inquired, turning towards him.

"I accidentally overheard Mum and Dumbledore talking; saying that part of the track of the Express had been blown up at the same time as the Diagon Alley attack. They weren't sure by who, though."

"Ron Wealsey: super spy," Renee grinned, the entire room laughing as Ron turned red.

"I just happened to be in the right place at the right time," he mumbled, flushing even more when Hermione kissed his cheek.

"So, the Hogwarts Express might not run tomorrow?" Ginny asked aloud.

"For the benefit of those from across the pond that have no clue what you're talking about would someone please explain what the Hogwarts Express is?" Sarah said as Fred and George rummaged through the cabinets looking for the cookie tin.

"The Hogwarts Express is a train that runs from King's Cross Station to Hogwarts. It leaves at exactly eleven o'clock in the morning for Hogwarts on the first of September," Harry explained.

"Maybe, if the tracks aren't repaired by tomorrow morning, we'll all ride the train to Hogwarts," Sarah said in a hopeful voice.

"That would be cool," Renee nodded in agreement. "So long as it didn't derail at random and end up killing all of us in a horrific crash in some ravine or decided it didn't want to go to Hogwarts all of a sudden and end us up in some random lake where we all drowned and died."

"Cass!" Sarah smacked her morbid friend on the head and scowled. "Behave."

"What?" Renee shrugged when Sarah sighed.

"You're impossible," Sarah shook her head in defeat.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Renee asked.

"No," came the reply from several people.

"Fine then," Renee pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Cass here!
Just F.Y.I: Frogger is not ours but it is an AWESOME game-especially in the middle of the night after waaaaaaaaaaaay too many Mountain Dews. Anywho... The mud fight was fun. By the by, I am hypoglycemic so that's the reason I kinda go tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! *splat* Oh well! *grin*
As to the last name thing I kind of left hanging at last poststory script: they are two of the rivers in the area known as the Cradle of Life. No Tomb Raider jokes, please. Sarah's surname is actually taken directly from the Bible:
King James Version; Genesis, Chapter Two Verse 10-12:
"(10)And a river went out of Eden to water the garden; and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads. (11)The name of the first is Pison; that is it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold; (12) And the god lf that land is good: there is bedellium and the onyx stone."
Now, Sarah became Sarah Pishon because-surprise, surprise-I misspoke. Stuttered really over Pison and another of the river names and she liked the name that my disfunctional tounge made. I chose my name from the now common names for a river in the same area: the Tigris River. Also, the other three rivers named are: Gihon (the one I verbally stumbled over), Hiddekel, and Euphrates.
And now if you're ever on some random quiz thing, you can say that you know all four of the rivers that came from a single source within the Garden of Eden! Yay useless info! *happy dance* You never know what will be the $25,000 question on "Who Wants To Be a Millionare!" *grins*
Love and hugs and all that jazz!
Cass

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