Wrong, All Wrong

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The unsure expression immediately disappeared and Mother's eyes narrowed as her lips tightened into a small frown. Her hands that were previously clasped together now gripped each other tightly. I could just feel the anger seeping off of her and felt fear slowly begin to pool within me. "What about Harry?" She spat out.

The ignorant old man pretended like he couldn't sense her anger, but his tone darkened just slightly. "Whatever do you mean, Lily? I don't believe I know anyone related to you who would have that name." There was an unspoken 'you shouldn't know anyone with that name'. Uncle Sirius audibly growled at the old man while Uncle Severus' glare returned sevenfold. Mother's expression was a cross between offended disbelief and fury. Unbelievably the old man continued, "If you don't want Aster to stay at Hogwarts, I believe James would-"

"I'm filing for a divorce." Uncle Severus let out a hiss and closed his eyes for a moment. I knew he didn't like that Mother revealed that so quickly, but there was no stopping her once her temper got the better of her.

Saphyr had slithered from the mantel of the fireplace to the top of the front door's threshold. I was so glad the serpent had done so as I got a full view of Dumbledore's face. He had that wise old man look with light blue eyes and wrinkled skin. The eyes widened slightly and I saw their twinkle fade. He looked frozen in place with his old hand holding his teacup in the air. The look only lasted for a moment but I could tell it was a monumental moment. Slowly Dumbledore placed his teacup down on the side table next to him.

He took a small breath, "Does Aster know?"

Uncle Sirius voiced my thoughts. "Why should you care?" he muttered. Why would he care? That old man had never visited me before nor had he ever been a part of my childhood. He wasn't there when I first learned to read nor was he there when I came back with Harry. Who was this man where so many people cared about every little thing he said, even to the point of giving up their own child? It was ridiculous to even ponder over! Even if he was Merlin himself his words shouldn't affect my life at all. Even if I was the Boy-Who-Lived he shouldn't affect my life at all.

Even though I was sure all of the adults heard Uncle Sirius no one replied. Instead Mother said, "He doesn't yet, but he will."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes still slightly narrowed. "You aren't planning to raise him here, are you? You did say you were just visiting, Lily. I believe Molly and Arthur have a child Aster's age and would be more than happy to assist you. Aster should grow up with friends his age and a proper father figure."

Suddenly Uncle Severus stood up. "While we have all enjoyed your visit," his eyes were narrowed and a scowl was firmly set on his face, "I believe it is time for you to leave." The statement was said with an even tone but each word had been pronounced clearly and forcefully.

For a moment I thought the old man was going to protest but he merely looked at Uncle Severus before grinning. "I will take my leave then. Severus, Lily, please think about my request and I look forward to seeing Aster within Hogwart's walls." Without further ado the old man left.

Mother and Sirius started talking to each other but I wasn't paying attention. Saphyr slithered down the door frame and headed towards the door to the hallway. A sudden 'Accio' interrupted Mother and Uncle Sirius and Saphyr was lifted into the air. The whirl of images flashing past the serpent's eyes as he flew through the air made my head hurt and I tried to focus on what was going on. Quickly the serpent landed in Uncle Severus' hand. The metallic blue snake hissed a plethora of curses at the black haired man, glaring at him with her deep blue eyes. She didn't struggle, though, and was calm in Uncle Severus' hand. Idly the six inch snake slithered into a small coil. The tip of her tail swayed in the air while Saphyr gazed angrily at his captor. She locked her gaze with Uncle Severus' deep black eyes, and somehow through our minds a small breeze flitted by.