Remember: Peace, Love and be a Marauder! I mean, why wouldn't you be? (Sev included!)
Disclaimer: I only wished I owned Harry Potter but sadly I do not so do not bother me about it. **sticks out tongue** The idea for this was taken from both Jazz and Severitus. And from Severitus, I borrowed the concept of the Serpent's Children, I just renamed them and didn't use a tattoo, or any mark for that matter. So, technically, that's not mine either. Please do not get mad.
Chapter 2- A Secret Slips Out
I sigh and sit heavily in the chair behind my desk. Three days, and not a word. Three days. I'm not certain how much more I can take, this is beginning to grate even on my nerves!
It has been three days since Severus left for his Death Eater meeting. He hadn't known what it was about or what would occur while he was there; a complete and total surprise. My son does not care for surprises.
Yes, I did call him my son and for a very good reason. He is. Severus Atticus Dumbledore (Snape), born on October first in 1964. It was a lovely little cottage we had lived in, Seleyna, Severus and I. Nothing but open land, fields of the most colorful flowers and a sparkling beach. Quite a picturesque setting wouldn't you say? It was, and one I find I can no longer return to. My memory no longer holds the picture that I have painted for you. What I see is dark land, scorched fields and a beach with its water tainted red. Surprised? You would view the place as such if you thought of the deaths that occurred there. My wife, her glistening silver hair and dark blue eyes, darker than my own. When Severus was little and he would become angry his eyes would become that color always a fascinating transformation to me. But I am sidetracking myself, an accusation I usually place on Severus. He does seem to have the gift of drawing the conversation away from subjects he does not wish to discuss. And I think I know where he got it! Me of course for I am doing so now. But to what I was thinking of before. Seleyna and I had been together for many years, half a century in fact. The thought of children had long ago left my thoughts but certainly not Leyna's so one day she proposed that would should try for one. I was astounded, flabbergasted but happy all at once. A child of my own, something I had not realized I had wanted. Until then. Ten months later we were graced with the most precious child, one we christened Severus. Why Severus you ask? I'm not certain, but we loved the name at the time and I still do.
For four wonderful years we lived in relative peace in our little haven, tucked away from the troubles of the outside world. A peace that was never meant to last as the troubles broke down our door. I was Headmaster of Hogwarts by then and I loved the job but it was one that placed me at great risk. I was a known fighter against the Dark side that was rising slowly at the time therefore I was seen as a threat that needed to be neutralized. There were several attempts on my life, none successful obviously before they realized I was not the one they should go after. My family became their target. Why such an idea had never occurred to me still astonishes me to this day; it should have been obvious. Not to this old man, I'm afraid.
It was a cold and soggy night, ideal setting for what was to happen. I was out at a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix. We still worked in conjunction with the ministry at that time and the meetings could drag on for hours. But I stayed, content with the knowledge that Leyna and Severus were safe at home. It was a false hope. I'm not sure what made me realize what was wrong but it was clear: I had to get home, right then! I had stood, swaying on my feet, ignoring the concerned murmurs from the rest and apparated from the building. That has always been a subject of great controversy, one could not apparate inside the Ministry's anti-apparation wards. Yet I did. Even I do not know how and no one dares to ask for they fear the memories it will bring to the surface. Ever wonder how I received the reputation for being a bit mad? It is because for a short time I was, mad as a hatter. It only lasted the length of my conversation with the Minister at the time but still, impressions such as that one do last.
Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, I do not wish to leave you behind. I appeared in front of my home and burst through the door. I could only imagine what I would have looked like had their been nothing amiss, rather foolish I'm sure. There was something amiss however, greatly amiss. My wife.....her warm presence that usually filled our home with such joy was absent. The air around me was stale with a hint of....dare I say death? Merlin I had hoped I was wrong but the sinking feeling in my heart told me I was not. Blindly I ran up the stairs, strange voices attracting my attention and steering me in the direction of my son's room. Anger boiled within my chest, darkening my eyes to nearly black. Not my son! I did not even touch the door, it burst open on its own with a resounding bang!-that startled the three men. They had Severus by the throat, his ivory skin a nasty shade of red as they squeezed him harder. What happened next I am not entirely certain, either I was too angry or I've simply blocked it from my thoughts. The next thing I remember I was holding a sobbing Severus in my arms and the three men were (more or less) still alive, though unconcious. I lurched to my feet and stumbled from the room, encountering my wife's mangled body as I left. I had to protect Severus, that was my duty now. Appearing and reappearing in several different places I finally settled before a dark manor.
Snape manor; yes, I am related to them, though distantly. They are a proud family, though this generation had yet to produce an heir. It was the only option I could see, I only hoped they would agree. As it turned out I was correct, and thankfully so. They seemed pleased to be receiving little Severus (who had fallen asleep). It was with heavy heart I placed him under a memory charm and altered his features to resemble those of his new 'parents'. I gave him one last kiss good-bye and left, knowing I would not see him again for six years or more. I should have realized what they would do to him, I often think I was too grief stricken from what had occurred to notice, but I still should have known.
When I became Severus's confidant, I postion I was flattered to have (Severus rarily opens up to anyone, even me), I was eventially able to weasil out of him what his home life had been like. It was all I could do as he had related the tale not to gather him into my arms and choke out that I was sorry. They had beat him, God damn Salazar and Jasmine, they had beat my son! It was with great difficulty that I worked through those memories with him, assuring him that was not what a family was supposed to be like. He had smiled on several occasions (very small smiles but smiles none the less), and shook his head when he accidentally let slip the word 'father' when he was talking to me. I think he thought it as some sort of insult but to the contrary my heart soared with pride, a pride I could not allow myself to show.
As to another question I'm sure you're dying to ask no, no one knows of Severus's continued existance. They all believe (as I wish them to) that he perished that night along with Leyna. I could not risk it, there was too much at stake, namely my son's life. The staff all remember the bright-eyed little boy that used to run down the halls looking for 'daddy' or peeking into classes. My child has an insatcable curiousity, the natural thirst for learning. He could never resist an oppurtunity to learn something new, perhaps what landed him in so much trouble later in life. The other professors had all cared for the child as a fond nephew and it broke their hearts when he was gone. Now all that exists is the ghostly spectral that haunts their memories.
I did not return to Hogwarts for nearly six months, it may have been longer I'm not certain. They had treaded lightly around me, all of them, afraid the slightest thing would drive me over the deep end. I'm sure I worried them, coming back as cheerful as I had. I had finally contented myself with the knowledge that I would see my son again, I only had to be patient. There were a few slips, the name Severus dropped by accident or telling of the last Christmas he had spent there when he'd given all of the teacher's different gifts, each one he had made on his own. If I was present when this 'slip' occurred, my reaction never differed. My eyes would darken, becoming almost black, and I would bite out some retort or harsh remark before exiting. Yes, it was not exactly fair, but who said Slytherins had to be fair? The memories of that part of my life were painful, and still are even after all these years.
When Severus had come to Hogwarts I had been overjoyed, but only for an instant. The state of my young son had shocked me greatly. I guess I expected too much. I had wanted my bright-eyed little one back, but upon seeing him, I knew I never would. Sorted into Slytherin, an event I still have mixed feelings about. Yes I am a Slytherin, but what would that house do to my child? It was evident later exactly what it did to him, drove him to Voldemort. I wish I could have been there more for him, given him the support that I knew he needed. I had, in any way I could think of. Yet he still went to Voldemort.
It is my fault, all of it. I take full responsibility. I should have protected him more, given him more advice, given him.....more. Of not just one thing but everything. I always found it strange that when he needed to talk to someone, he always sought me out. I'm sure he found it equally strange that the Headmaster of the school would be willing to listen to every one of his little problems. I was glad to really, it allowed me to know my son better. There was only one subject he never spoke of though I know it plagued his thoughts constantly. The rise of Voldemort.
The majority of his house was joining, including one his best friends, Lucius Malfoy. What could I do? I tried to show him what Voldemort did, but evidently he needed to see it for himself. By his graduation I knew that he was one of them, that I had lost my child to the Dark Lord for the second time. I did not intend to give up, I fought tooth and nail to keep him safe, though he does not know it. When a mysterious stranger appears to take care of you then disappears again without a trace, you normally do not tell your friends about it. It was only a year before he returned to me, back into my arms. The tale he had told was a chilling one: Voldemort had demanded he make his first kill, to prove his loyalty. He couldn't do it, nor could he take the torturing of helpless souls any longer. The very idea had revulsed him but he had endured it, instinctively knowing there was no way to turn back. Until he remembered me. It was he who suggested that he spy, not I. I almost forbad it, but the defiant glint of steel that overode the disgust he felt for himself and what he was that shined from his eyes swayed my decsion. He had to do it, to live with himself, he had to do it.
So we prepared an elaborate plan. I would disguise myself as a muggle and under the watchful eye of Voldemort he would 'torture' me to 'death'. Effective plan that one, and it succeeded. He told Voldemort that he had recently accepted the postion as Potions Master at Hogwarts so that he could 'spy' on me. The Dark Lord had loved that plan, one I had devised myself.
And Harry....God, I have a grandson. I had never thought of grandchildren. I knew Severus had cared for Lily while he was in school, though it was not the type of love that would produce a child. No, his eyes were on another Gryffindor, a young girl by the name of Serenity Winter. Serenity and her twin Kitiara came from the States, transfered here in their first year out of Roanoke Academy of Magic Arts and Muggle Studies. Even then, there was a spark between the shy Seri and my equally shy Severus. They were perfect for one another, complenting the other in everyway, and by fifth year they were officially, from what I could garner from the school's scuttlebutt, a couple. I was overjoyed; my child had found happiness. It was not to last, by Christmas they were torn apart and to this day I do not know why. Severus doesn't like to speak about that subject but from I could get from him, Seri and he were still friends.
But that Harry should be the product of Severus and Lily....I know it pangs him greatly to have compromised his friend in such a way. At least she had agreed to....well, she agreed. But the mere thought that he might be.....Severus's....Had I known this when Lily and James had died I would have tested him for his true parentage. If only I had known of the possibility....but it does not do well to dwell on the past. I wish to bring the boy here and inform him of his birth and his family but to do so I must tell Severus who I truly am. Rather hard to do when he is not here. Another sigh escapes my lips. Where are you, Severus, my child?
Harry stirred the boiling liquid slowly with the wooden spoon. He had stolen the chicken soup, spoons and two bowls from the kitchen downstairs. They needed to eat something, and this seemed like the best solution. He had a feeling that Snape couldn't stomach anything more potent. The man had yet to awaken, fully anyhow. He did talk, when delirium gripped him. The boy had listened and jotted down everything he had heard, because it had mostly been about the Death Eater meeting. Nothing he heard was good: Voldemort was on the move and in a big way.
"Voldemort....." Harry's head snapped up as Severus began to moan in his nightmare-laden sleep and stir. The student moved silently to his bedside and grabbed the journal on the table, pen at ready. The pain lines around the man's eyes deepened and he clenched his fists.
"Damn him, not Lily...." The pen dropped from Harry's hand, shock dominating his expression. His....mother? What was she doing at a Death Eater meeting? The journal forgotten, the student reached hesitantly for the man's temples. Wasn't this an invasion of privacy? But it did involve his mother, didn't that give him a right? Biting his lip he finally touched the other's temples. Immediately he found himself sucked from his own psyche and into the Potions Master's. Harry looked around curiously as he drew level with Snape. The last place he ever wished to be was here but now that he was he had better make the best of it. Before them were seven women kneeling, though the boy had a feeling that it was not of their own free will. Voldemort was marching back and forth in front of them, lifting one's head by the hair every now and then, and nodding as if satisfied. The last he did this to possessed red hair and when her head was lifted Harry recognized those green eyes. It was his mother.
"Yes, they will do nicely. Snape," The Dark Lord turned to the silent man, "You may have the first pick, choose well." For only a fraction of a second the man hesitated before he strode forward in his silent manner. To Harry's horror he jerked Lily up and swept her off her feet. Voldemort's smile sent shivers down Harry's spine.
"Very well, and I expect a child."
"Yes, my lord," the Potions Master's voice was whispery and he glided up the stairs. Harry scrambled to follow and soon found himself inside a bedroom. Snape gently laid the woman on the soft downy bed and drew out his wand.
"Ennervate." The red-haired woman stirred and sat up. When the Death Eater came into her view she scrambled to get away, searching for her wand.
"Lily, calm down, it's me, Severus." The woman paused for a moment, uncertainty written on her face.
"Severus?" The Death Eater nodded and removed his mask. Harry was surprised to see Snape so.....different. The persistant scowl was absent and worry were the only lines that creased his young face, not anger. Relief washed over Lily's expression but it was only temporary.
"What happened? Sev, why did they capture me?" The man collapsed into the nearest chair and ran a hand through his untamable hair.
"Voldemort wanted Muggle-born witches with extraordinary powers to use to breed him an army of special Death Eaters, Immolo Serpentigena or Death's Serpents, to flood the schools with. It is his plan to take over Hogwarts." Lily closed her eyes and shook her head. This couldn't be happening. Harry waited tensly, wondering what could possibly happen next.
"Will he know if you haven't....." the red-haired witch trailed off, the other knowing what she meant. Miserably, the spy nodded. Silence fell over them as sounds from the rooms around them penetrated the stone walls. Harry's stomach curdled from what little he could hear. Finally, Lily drew in a resolute breath and stretched out on the bed.
"Then we must." The Potions Master's head snapped up and he stared at her in confusion.
"What?"
"We must do it. Severus, I will not endanger your postion as a spy and James will understand, I hope. You have been working with him for the last several months and he knows you would do nothing to harm me. There is more at stake here than my reputation. Please, Severus, do this for everyone you will help in the future." Snape, and Harry as well, gaped at the woman in disbelief. How could she ask such a thing of him? Severus thought as stayed in his spot.
"Lily, I can't. I could never do that to you even if it did end my career as a spy, I can't do that to you." The woman's green eyes flashed and she sat up.
"Severus, you must! You have to protect others as you are protecting me. I could have gone to the others but you didn't allow that. Severus, you must." Harry stared at his mother. How could she ask such a thing of this man? To....sleep with her? That would be like him sleeping with Hermione, he just did not view her in that fashion. The very thought made him want to retch. He didn't blame Snape for refusing, he doubted he could do what the woman was asking had he been in the Potions Master's postion. So caught up in his thoughts was he that he failed to notice the man move. He only realized that he had done so when he was standing over the bed.
'Oh Merlin,' Harry thought as he Snape lowered himself onto the bed, 'He's going to.....' The scene around he swirled out of existance in a wash of color. He suddenly found himself in the Headmaster's sitting room, the one that ajoined his office. He had only visited the place once but it could have been no other place. Snape and the Headmaster were seated before the fire, a chessboard between them. Harry, still reeling from the emotions from the last memory sat down with a loud 'thunk!'- on the floor. The sound did not seem to penetrate the memory as the two neither turned nor spoke. For some time the three sat until the student began to muse over the point of this particular memory following the other. The Potions Master finally reached out and moved his bishop diagonally seven spaces.
"Checkmate, I win again, Albus." The Headmaster, unperturbed by the loss, merely chuckled.
"As I have a feeling you always will, Severus." The other smirked.
"Not always. You are a very devious old man, Albus Dumbledore, and even I can not always predict what you will do." The Headmaster's chuckle grew to a full blown laugh.
"Nor I you, Severus. And I prefer it that way." The Potions Master sighed.
"As do I, I guess."
"How were classes today?" The tone was innocent but the question earned him a sharp glance from the Potions professor.
"Fine; and if this is going to lead into another discussion on how horrible treat I my students, let's just leave it where it is." Dumbledore lifted an eyebrow.
"Yes, we seem to have had many of these talks, especially lately. There is one question, however, that in all of those talks I have failed to ask. Why do you treat your students in such a hateful manner, especially Harry? You were such good friends with Lily, I would hardly think you would treat her son in such a manner." Harry leaned forward, intrigued. How would the man answer? It would most assuredly give him a better insight into the Potions Master's behavior. Again there was that sharp glance, one that told Snape this subject would not depart so easily. Then perhaps a distraction? Snape donned his most frightening sneer.
"Only a Gryffindor would have the courage to ask such a question," he claimed boldly with a smirk. The Headmaster's amused laugh caught both the student and professor off guard.
"Oh, Severus, I wasn't a Gryffindor. I was a Slytherin." It was fortunate Harry was sitting down or he would have fallen down. Snape looked to be about as pole-axed as he.
"W-what?" the man managed to stutter, stunning Harry further. He'd never seen his professor at a loss for word's before. With a smirk that reminded the student uneeringly of the Potions Master, Dumbledore summoned his old school trunk to the room. It was quite decrepted, having seen so many years of wear and tear, but the faded Howarts coat of arms was unmistakable. The Headmaster gently unlatched the rusted lock and lifted the lid, it creaking in protest from years of disuse. He rumaged briefly through its contents before apparently locating what he'd been searching for. From the trunk's dark depths he withdrew the familiar, neatly folded, black robes of the school uniform. Pinned to it were a Prefect's badge as well as the badge of the Head Boy. What drew both Harry's and Snape's attention was the tie and vest. They were green and silver. Both gazed at the Headmaster with identical disbelieving looks. Dumbledore was unfazed and banished the trunk back to his room after replacing the robes.
"There, you see? Not all Slytherins turn out badly, though I could never figure out why Dippet asked me to be the Head of Gryffindor. Perhaps so I could see how they lived, though I'm not for certain," the man continued to ramble on to fill the silence until Snape drummed up the courage to ask him an important question.
"What was your great ambition?" The Headmaster beamed at him.
"To rid the world of evil. I wanted to fight, help people in any way I could. I earned a reputation for sticking up for the 'little guy' while I was in school." The Potions Master nodded, not surprised. Dumbledore had probably been liked by all the houses, despite the rivalries.
"But," Dumbledore continued. The Potions Master grimaced.
'Uh oh.'
"We are getting off subject. I'll ask again: Why do you treat your students the way you do, especially Harry?" The Potions Master squirmed uncomfortable in his seat and did not meet the other's eyes.
"Albus, do you remember when all of those witches were kidnapped about fifteen, sixteen years ago?" Dumbledore, thinking this was another ploy to pull them off topic, nodded tentively.
"All too well." Snape was definitely not meeting the Headmaster's eyes Harry decided and had a feeling why.
"Lily was among them." The Headmaster's eyes widened slightly but he showed no other reaction.
"Why did you not tell us?" Snape shifted in his chair, staring into the fire so he would not have to look at the other. Harry felt a wave of great sympathy. It must have been difficult to admit what had happened, especially to Dumbledore.
"Because I was the one that chose her." It was bitten out with double the customary harshness and Harry cringed. Dumbledore did not.
"You, Severus? But then, could Harry be.....?" Snape's eyes snapped up and blazed with a sudden ferocity.
"No! He's not mine! He's too much like James to me mine," he stated firmly. The young boy healer's head whirled as that thought hit him. He might have been Snape's son, it could have happened. The very thought was, strange to say the least.
"Have you ever tested that theory, Severus?" The Potions Master's certainty faltered there and Harry stared at him. He'd never tested the theory? Why?
"No."
"Why?" Snape squirmed more uncomfortablly.
"Maybe I was afraid that....he might be mine. I can't care for a child, Albus, I don't know how to be a father." The Headmaster leaned forward and placed a hand over the Potions Master's in comfort.
"You would make a wonderful father, Severus, never doubt that. Now, let's go to the dungeons." He stood, leaving the Potions Master blinking in confusion.
"Why?" Dumbledore headed out the door.
"Because we are going to test your theory. I want to know for certain and I think it would do you a great deal of good to know as well." Amidst the professor's protests, the Headmaster traveled to the darkest part of the castle. Harry jogged behind them, not knowing what else to do. All thought except that he had to be there for the test had left his mind, even the fact that he should leave Snape's psyche soon.
The test was a short, performed using a bit of his blood and a potion the professor had brewed. Harry could see the man's hands shaking as he dropped the bloodstained cloth into the cauldron. As the last ingredient was added the potion exploded. Harry covered his eyes and turned away. He heard a gasp and a thump as something hit the floor, enticing his curiousity enough to look back. He gasped as well, knowing why the Potions Master was currently out cold on the floor. Before him were two ghostly figures. One was of Lily, his mother. The other was his father, Severus Snape.
Harry drew out of the man's mind with a snap and fell back on to the floor. It was several seconds before the world ceased to spin and he could open his eyes. They were immediately engulfed by Snape as he lay before him, moaning softly. He pulled himself to his knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, peering at the man's face. It seemed unreal that this man was his.....he swallowed.....father. After all he had done to him, the way he'd been treated by him; this man sired him. He layed his head against his arms and continued to watch the rhythmic rise and fall of the broad chest. Would the Potions Master ever have known that he had a son if Dumbledore had not forced him to perform the test? Likely not; Snape was stubborn but the Headmaster was even more so.
It was strange, he should be mad, furious at the man, yet he was not. Perhaps it was witnessing what had happened and what emotional after-effects it had caused tempered that response. Certainly he could not be mad at his.....father, even if Snape never meant it to be that way. He had not wanted to harm Lily, he had only protected her, at a great risk to his own position.
His eyes drooped. No, he had to stay awake, there was so much to think on. But the demands of an over-taxed body would not be denied and he drifted off to sleep. Unconsiously, one of his hands reached to grip the Potions Master's, holding it tightly within its own.
"POTTER!!!" Was the first sound Snape heard as he conscious mind drifted to the surface. Off to his right he heard a violent string of curses, ones even he had never heard, and the clink of a glass bottle against wood. Cracking open an eye, he peered blurrily at the unfocused blob of dark color moving toward the door. He tried to call out, but his vocal cords refused to participate. There was a click of the door being shut and muffled voices downstairs. Pulling himself to a more upright position, he pressed his ear against the wall and strained all his senses to hear what was going on. The muffled voices had raised to shouting and there was the sudden tinkling of broken glass followed by the thud of a falling body. One voice in particular, a man's by the sound of it, rose above the rest as he yelled incoherently.
Snape was confused, what was going on? Where was he for that matter? Wait, hadn't the man shouted 'Potter'? Could that mean that he was still at Privet Drive? But, why? His attention was diverted from these questions as the sound of thunderous thumps followed by cries of pain permeated through the thin wall. The Potions Master sensed something was amiss, was someone being hurt? Could it be....Potter? No, not Potter. He's likely treated like royalty here, the Slytherin didn't doubt that.
The sounds downstairs had quieted and he now heard soft, uneven footsteps approaching the room. Snape eased himself back down and closed his eyes to mere slits. The door creaked open, the flood of light from the hall obscuring the figure that stood just inside it. It was only for a moment as the door quickly closed and the figure stumbled towards the end of the bed. Snape's eyes followed, wishing for any illumination so he could see who his keeper was. His wish was granted as a hand switched one the lamp. The Potions Master managed to stifle a gasp, but it was a close thing. Leaning heavily against the table, with blood streaming down his back, was his son Harry.
Maybe now was a good time to start doubting.
Pain, oh God, the pain. Breathing even hurt damnit! His mind circled around the thought of getting to his potions, at least there he could find relief. Vernon had finally had the strength to 'deal' with him today. It was a time Harry had been dreading and had hoped that he could get the professor out of the house before it happened. The man was in no shape to defend himself and if Vernon suddenly decided to take out his frustrations on the helpless wizard....well, Harry wouldn't allow that. He'd take what that bastard of an Uncle dished out to save the other from it. He had to. Leaning heavily against the wall he pushed open the door and slipped inside. Almost there, just had to get to the desk. It was a tremendous fight just to stay on his feet, the thought of having to walk any farther was daunting, but he was so close. Taking a deep breath, ignoring the pain that caused, he pushed himself, stumbling, toward the bed. He caught the end of it and pushed off again to the desk. If his thoughts had not been clouded by the pain he felt he might have sensed the intense black gaze following his every move. He ran into the desk with a grunt of pain and switched on the light. Ah, there it was. Grabbing the dark red potion, he popped the cork out and downed all of it in one gulp. He shuddered, that particular one wasn't exactly tasty, and then sighed as numbness replaced the pulsing throb of his back. He pulled two mirrors from the desk and placed them so he could see his back. A grimace; damn, Vernon'd really done a number on him this time. The potion would take care of the cuts but that would take at least another hour to take effect. Until then he'd have to be extra careful not to touch them. A glance at the clock, time to give the Potions Master his medicine. Taking another bottle from the group he walked to the bed. He knelt on the floor and slid an arm under the other's shoulders to lift him up. As he was bringing the bottle to the Potions Master's lips, green eyes met black.
A/N: This actually wasn't supposed to end here, but if I don't want to wait another two weeks just to try to get it up, I better get it done now. I have no clue when the next part will be out because I need to finish the chapter on Gold and Silver, Fire and Ice, and that takes precedence over this one. That, and I don't know what's going to happen next chapter. Anyhoo, thanks for the reviews!
Remember: Peace, Love, and be a Marauder! I mean, why wouldn't you be? (Sev included!)