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"WHAT?!" Screamed Sirius, Harry and Ron at the top of their lungs, making half of them cover their ears. Snape was at a loss for words. He could have expected anything, but certainly not this.

Harry was pale and staring at his future son in horror. He wanted to ask, wanted to know how for Merlin's sake was it possible he had named his son after his Potions Master. He absolutely hated Snape and from previous experience he could tell the feeling
/was mutual. Harry could hear James roar in laughter but his shock couldn't permit him to even look at him.

Harry turned at Ginny. "I may not know everything about you, but still I know you're scary as hell." Harry whispered quickly at her, who blushed lightly. "So how in Merlin's name didn't you stop me from doing this?!"

"How should I know?!" She whispered back just as shocked but a tad bit annoyed.

Albus Severus scowled, before saying. "Yes, that is my name, now, any questions?"

"Why on Earth would Harry name you after that..that..slimy git!?" Ron yelled, earning a glare from both Albus Severus and Snape.

"Firstly, don't call my professor that." Albus said in annoyance, before continuing in a sarcastic tone. "Secondly, maybe because Dad wanted to show how grateful he was to Professor Snape?"

Now all of them were watching the child with wide eyes, half wondering wether the kid was insane. Grateful? Harry to Snape?

Ron snorted. "Grateful for what? Making his school life hell?"

Albus scowled at him. "No, grateful for helping him in his way and saving his life. Or more importantly-!"

"I believe that is quite enough." Snape interrupted in a rushed voice that made the adults stare at him in surprise and confusion, as Harry's eyes widened at what Albus had said.

'Is he serious?!' Harry thought.

Snape and Dumbleodre shared a look, one that showed too clearly that the boy knew. Snape, taking a deep breath to control himself, spoke.

"What exactly did your father tell you?"

Albus smiled at the memory, before facing all of them. "He said I was named after a hero and, I quote, after the bravest man I ever knew. Firstly, I didn't really understand and couldn't help but think my name was ridiculous and old fashioned.
/But after talking to Dad about it, after what he told me, I felt so proud of my name, and of those who I had been named after."

"Okay, that must be a joke." Harry said with a disbelieving look. "Since when is Snape the bravest man I've ever known!?"

"Since when is a snake like Snivellus brave at all?" Sirius sneered and Albus glared daggers at him.

"Again, do not call my professor that!" Albus ordered. "And I already hate you and grandpa for inventing that name. Or for mentioning it to James. He just won't stop calling me that!"

James laughed harder. "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath. "Phew! That was a laugh! But seriously, younger brother, it's just so tempting to call you that and in the same time so fitting."

Albus glared at him. "It's not funny! Even some of my housemates have started calling me that!" He complained and James shook his head.

"What else could you expect from Slytherins like them?"

Harry's eyes widened in further shock. "Wait, WHAT?!" All of them dropped their jaws in shock, even Dumbledore was watching surprised while Snape had a shocked expression which did not happen a lot. Sirius went pale and Ron spluttered, unable to
/form words.

Hermione was pleased that finally a Potter was sorted into Slytherin, even if she didn't let it show. Now maybe they wouldn't be such parts about the snake House.

Ginny breathed sharply in worry. She knew how predjuced the boys were. Of course she didn't mind, but she couldn't speak for the others though.

"You were sorted into Slytherin?!" Ron asked incredulous. "You!? A Potter?"

Albus glared at James who held up his hands in defense before shrinking slightly at the gazes on him. "Yes, I was sorted into Slytherin and am more then proud to be a fifth year Slytherin Prefect. I am fifteen and I love Potions and DADA."

Albus finished introducing and Lily stared sadly at him. Al had taken enough comments about his House already. Hell, even the Daily Prophet had made an article about the son of the 'Saviour' in Slytherin, he didn't need his own family, past or not, to
/disapprove it, too. Lily felt something on the pocket of her skirt twitch, but she ignored it while Sirius turned at Harry in an almost disappointed look.

"This is what happens when you name your kid after some greasy git like Snape." He said and sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. "It rubs off on them! A Slytherin..."

Snape glared at him while Albus scoffed. "I would much rather be like Professor Snape than you, Uncle Sirius. At least I was named after reasonable, smart and normal people." He added with a pointed look at James.

James put a hand over his heart in mock horror. "I wouldn't call Dumbledore and Snape sane, Al. And are you saying that I was named after stupid, unreasonable and abnormal people?! (A/N: Not really, but awfully close) That's not a good
/think to say about your own grandfather!" He said dramatically, which made most of them grin, Fred and George grinning the widest.

James then remembered something. "And since when do you call him Professor Snape?"

Snape furrowed his eyes in confusement while Al blushed slightly. "What else would he call me,Potter?" He asked, careful to hide the dread from his voice.

"He usually calls you Severus. You are a portrait and not our offical Potions teacher, but you still want students to refer you as 'Professor', but you gave him only permission to use your given name." James said in a 'by-the-way' kind of tone and Snape
/felt his face go paler than usual. What in Merlin's name had possessed him to..to..befriend a spawn of Potter!?

"If he is not your teacher, how is it possible for you to know him, let alone learn from him?" Hermioneasked with furrowed eyebrows, thinking it didn't make sense.

Lily shrugged, though the twitch on her pocket was becoming annoying. "We usually have meetings some days a week after lessons, mainly for Potions though you teach us some DADA, too. Al and I like Potions and come with joy, while James comes with a little
/displeasure. He doesn't miss any meeting though, and Al goes even on weekends."

James groaned at that while Al looked away. "I don't know what he finds so interesting to talk even on weekends!" He exclaimed. "I mean, come on! There's a limit to how obsessed with Potions you can be! Believe me or not, they talk about anything and
/when it's a day off, they talk for hours!"

Rosie scoffed. "You should be grateful, James! You get to study with the youngest person to ever obtain the title Potions Master as well as a trained Dark Arts wizard who can teach you far better than our professors! He refuses to teach any other student
/but you three and you are idiotic enough to not know how good you have it!"

Harry fell on his chair, gripping his head to ease the ache. "Too fast. Slow down a bit or I'm going to die of shock." Snape was in a similar state as he leaned on the wall for support. How in the world...the boy was a clone of his father, and yet! Just
/what had possessed Potter to name his child after him anyway?! Snape didn't know how in the world Potter found out about his memories either, but he couldn't believe that that caused Potter to do such a foolish thing. Shouldn't he hate him for causing
/the death of his parents?

"I need to lay down." He whispered, more to himself as he did just that. The others were gawking at Al who looked uncomfortable. Why was he the topic of the conversation anyway? Remus finally was able to collect his jaw from the floor and asked in pure
/curiousness. "Where is his portrait, though? I mean, Severus wouldn't be able to teach you if he was hanged in the walls of the castle, or..."

James answered. "We usually go to the Headmaster's office or-"

"Wait, Headmaster?" Fred asked in a terrified voice, knowing what means to have your portrait there, as he had been on that office before. "Snape was Headmaster?!" George pretented to faint from shock, which wasn't very hard as he was really near
/collapsing while Ron was praying that it wasn't true. Harry, though, looked concerned.

"What happened to Dumbledore though?" He asked and noticed how the future exchanged glances. The blond boy who hadn't introduced himself yet, put on a confident look and pretended to scold the future kids.

"You don't have to make them hold breaths, they're in a war and probably thought Dumbledore had died or something! Don't worry, he retired."

The past sighed in relief and Al wanted to hug his best friend. They had avoided the unspoken question and the conversation of death, though they probably would have to tell, sooner or later. Al preferred later.

"Come to think of it, you haven't introduced yourself yet." Molly pointed out and noted how the boy shifted uncomfortably. Al's face flashed with worry before he went to the boy's side and put an arm around his shoulder. Rose did a similar gestate, only
/that she held his hand in comfort. The boy sighed and gave them a hesitant smile. The present noticed the exchange but the boy's introduction made their words die on their throats.

"My name is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, age fifteen, Slytherin, son of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass."

Gasps escaped the past, mainly from the Weasley clan, Harry, Sirius and Hermione. Ron glared daggers at Scorpius, before turning at their future children.

"What are you doing, hanging out with a Malfoy?" He asked, voice dripping with venom at the name he almost spat as Hermione glared at him.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Lily yelled in anger as she went to stand beside Scorpius, who now was between two flaming redheads/ and a glaring Albus. "Daddy told us you despised the Malfoys, but this is ridiculous! Scorpius is our friend and we love him like
/he was part of our family!"

"That's right!" Al backed her and with a glare at James who had began to open his mouth, most likely for one of his unnecessary and so-not-the-time jokes, he added. "Right, James?"

James gulped at the looks of his siblings and cousins, so he wisely nodded. "Of course."

"We must be mad in order to let you stay with a Malfoy." Fred said with distaste, probably remembering their less than friendly encounters with Lucius and his family. "They're all pure blood obsessed gits who are too much into the Dark Arts for their
/own good."

Scorpius glared at him. "For your information, Father hasn't let me as much as touch a Dark Arts book that has nothing to do with school. The most he has taught me are some of the spells of the Half Blood Prince, or what Uncle Harry thought we should
/know."

The past, especially the Golden Trio, was left speechless at the drastic change of Draco Malfoy while Snape choked slightly at the mention of his former nickname. Hermione blinked and asked in curiousity.

"Hang on, who is the Half Blood Prince?" Before the future could answer, at least those who knew, Lily's pocket twitched again and she, angry as she was, hissed loudly and finally checked what the hell was on her pocket.

"Why this annoying, little-Oh, it's Daddy!"

"WHAT!?" Both past and future exclaimed and Lily held out a golden necklace which held a pulsing galeon.

"But how in the world could he contact us when we are more than two decades in the past?!" Teddy questioned in surprise and awe. "That's should logically be impossible!"

"It's Dad." Al said as if that explained everything. "Since when has he followed the laws of logic?"

"Good point." Teddy admitted and Lily pressed the galeon. The past leaned closer, curious to hear from future Harry.

A deep, concerned voice was heard from the galeon, echoing through the quiet room and making Harry lose all color. This was him after 25 years. "Lily? Sweetheart, is that you?"

"Daddy? Yes, it's me."

"Thank you God." The voice sounded relieved, before going into worry again. "Where's Al? What about James? Is he alright, he fell in the veil, and what about Rosie and the others?"

"Slow down, Harry." Teddy said in a carefree voice. "We're all alright, though we have a problem. We are 25 years on the past."

The other line was quiet for a second, before Harry spoke again. "Had you been Sirius' son, I would have doubted that, but as you are Remus', I really hope this isn't your mischievous side and you aren't playing a joke on me."

Teddy chuckled while Remus and Sirius grinned at each other. "No Harry, I'm not playing a prank, I'm not James. We really are at 12 Grimmauld Place with the order, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and you. You're in fifth year I believe."

Older Harry sighed. "Okay, suppose I've seen stranger things. Ted, do you have any idea as to how you traveled back in time?"

"Yes in fact." Teddy said and glared at James. "Three guesses whose fault it is."

Older Harry sighed again, sounding like the answer didn't surprise him at all. "James."

Teddy nodded. "The time turner in your office. He had taken it and the he fell on the veil at the Ministry. Luckily, the time turner activated while he was falling."

"James, do you have any idea what you've done?" Older Harry said in a cold, stern voice that sent shivers through all of the students and made James look down in guilt once more. He hadn't meant to take the time turner and he hadn't meant to send them
/back in time, it was just an accident.

"You have worried us sick, your mom still hasn't gotten a hold of herself." His voice softened in sadness. "We could have lost you, James. Don't you ever dare to scare me to death like that again, understood?"

James gasped in shock and his eyes burned with a few tears. "You..you mean you're not angry be-because I got the time turner...?"

Older Harry sighed and all of the others were staring at James incredulously.

"James, I'm more than glad you got the time turner, otherwise you'd be dead the same way Sirius died. I named you after him, but that doesn't mean I like to lose you like I lost him. Your safety is the most important thing for me."

Harry and Remus gasped in horror while Sirius paled. "No..." Harry whispered and threw his arms around his godfather, who was standing in shock, afraid to let go of him as though Sirius would disappear right there and then. Remus' eyes shined with pain
/and Tonks held his hands in comfort.

James smiled, his eyes glassed with unshed tears. "Thanks Dad."

"No worries, son. Though I'm not gonna protect you when Ginny gets her hands on you." James paled and Al grabbed the galeon from his weak hands and spoke.

"Hey Dad. Please tell me you have some way for us to come back." He pleaded and Older Harry chuckled.

"I'll see what I can do. I'll probably need Hermione's help, but there is a high chance I will have to come there, too. And just for the record, you children are in so much trouble."

Harry almost fainted there and then: His future self would be coming as well, what the hell was up with this day? Harry looked at the galeon and imagined the man on the other side of it. How different would he be, or did he look almost exactly the same?
/What did he do for a living? Was he a good father? How did he think now, more mature or was he still just as reckless as Hermione said?

A thought occurred to him.

"Hey. Now that I think about it, why did you, I mean me, I mean..Arrgh! You know what I mean! Anyway, why name Albus after Snape?" Harry asked his older self in an almost accusing way and couldn't believe when his older self started chuckling in amusement.

"Why don't you go ask Severus that? I'm sure he would be oh so willing to tell you!" He said, the last part in humor and irony, knowing full well that Snape would do that only when he was in his deathbed.

"Wait, is Professor Snape there as well?" He asked eagerly, which took most of them by surprise, Harry and his best friends especially. Al handed the galeon to Snape who took it reluctantly.

"Yes Mr. Potter. Much to your displeasure, I am here as well." Snape drawled, widening his eyes when Older Harry laughed heartily at his Snapeish answer and also at the drawling voice he had often imagined hearing again in real life.

"Still the same Severus, I see." Older Harry commented and they could tell he was grinning, which confused them even more. Dumbledore though, was grinning ear to ear, which didn't go unnoticed by most of the room, making them look at him for some kind
/of explanation, but he ignored them in favor of witnessing the conversation.

Snape felt somewhat awkward to be speaking with a Harry Potter who not only was his age, but also knew everything.

Older Harry's voice became softer as he spoke again. "Professor, last time I didn't get to tell you, so this is my chance. I'm really, really grateful for everything you did for me, and in your case, what you're going to do. You probably still think I'm
/an arrogant prat, but I really appreciate what you taught me and the help you gave me. I'm so sorry for not realizing it until it was too late. Thank you, professor, thank you so much. And about the prophecy, I don't care on the least."

Snape was at a loss of words at the confession of the future Potter brat. He had thought the boy would have been mad at him, loathed him,and even seek revenge. After all, he had told the Dark Lord about the prophecy, he was the reason Potter was an orphan.
/Had Potter really fogiven him? Him, the one responsible for the deaths of his parents? Too shocked, he could only stare for a moment before blinking and saying in a less stern voice.

"Potter...You know you cannot say that casually, without thinking it thoroughly-"

"I have, sir." Older Harry cut him off. "Albus' middle name should be enough proof, right? Once more Professor, thank you."

Severus felt like crying, though he didn't particularly know why. He hadn't realized how much Potter's forgiveness could affect him. He felt like a huge weigh had been lifted off his chest.

Even if he would never admit, even to the people right there who were watching and hearing the conversation in astonishment, he smiled a real smile, before replying. "You are...welcomed, child." Thank you.

Harry was deeply confused and a bit frustrated. It seemed that Snape knew what his older self was talking about. Harry just couldn't understand what had happened. He and Snape couldn't stand each other. He had four years that he had known Snape and not
/once had he done something good for him.

Not true. A voice inside his head argued. In first year he saved your life, didn't he? And from their conversation, it seems you don't know a lot.

But I will. Harry decided. Or so help me, I will.

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