Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and a few OCs.

For those of you reading my other story let me assure you I HAVE NOT ABANDONED IT. But it seems as though I have misplaced my muse for the time being and this story line has been bouncing around my head for a while and I thought it might help to write it down.

For those of you receiving an alert for a chapter you already read let me explain. I fixed a lot of typos. The content is basically the same but it is easier to read. Also many many thanks to NaginiFay for helping me find the typos.

Thanks again NaginiFay

On With the Story

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Letters, Cupboards, and Brothers, Oh, My

Harry had arrived "home" only 24 hours ago and already found himself locked in his cupboard for the first time in three years. He greatly missed his godfather, who was now on the run once again, and was eagerly awaiting a time they could live together. Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the commotion going on in the living room as a large owl flew in threw the open window. However, when the owl began pecking on the cupboard door Harry was startled out of his thoughts.

Suddenly the door flew open and a very purple faced Vernon Dursley was standing there. He grabbed Harry by the hair and dragged him out of the cupboard before slamming him hard against the wall and shouting. "Get that bloody bird out of here. NOW!"

"Yes, sir," Harry replied timidly. Before Harry could do anything the bird flew into the cupboard dropped a letter and flew back out his window. Vernon went to pick the envelope up planning on destroying it but when he touched it jumped back with a curse. The letter had been charmed so that only Harry could touch it. Vernon then threw Harry back into the cupboard slamming and locking the door. As he left, Harry could hear him muttering something about "worthless freaks".

Then using the small amount of light that was coming through the cracks around the door Harry tore open the letter and began reading it.

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After Harry finished reading the letter he was shocked and confused. He didn't stay in this state for to long though, before his uncle's shouts once more brought him out of his musings.

"Your kind aren't welcome here get out this instant!" Vernon was trying to sound brave as he said this but the tall dark haired man glaring at him sent shivers up his spine.

"You will show me where the boy is muggle or I will show you just how much damage a 'freak' can do."

Harry gasp when he heard the voice. It was impossible not to recognize it. It belonged to none other then Severus Snape. 'What is he doing here?' Before Harry could form another thought the door opened and there stood the potions master. Snape's eyes widened and several emotions flashed in his dark eyes for a second before once again becoming impassive and unreadable.

"Can you stand?" ask Snape in a surprisingly gentle voice.

Unable to speak Harry simply nodded and eased himself out of the cupboard mindful of the injuries he had received the night before.

Glancing around the professor pulled out his wand and said a spell then within a second all of Harry's things were in Harry's trunk at Snape's feet after shrinking the trunk and placing it in his pocket Snape guided the still shocked Harry out the door glaring at the Dursley's the whole time.

Once they were outside the house and out of sight Snape pulled out an empty potions vial and held it out to Harry, who looked at Snape as though he had lost his mind. With a roll of his eyes Snape explained. "It's a portkey. When you touch it I will say a word and it will take us to Hogwarts." So Harry touched the vial and felt an odd tugging sensation behind his naval before suddenly spinning away from Privet Dr.

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After they landed Harry didn't get a chance to look around before he was picked up and placed on a bed then a near-by voice bellowed, "POPPY"

Said matron then appeared out of seemingly nowhere and replied,"What is it, Severus."

"I believe the boy requires your assistance."

By this time Harry had recovered his senses enough to protested, "I'm fine."

The mediwitch snorted then began scanning and casting healing charms on him.

"What happened, boy?" ask Snape in a gentle tone that Harry had previously thought him incapable of having.

"I fell," was Harry's immediate reply.

"Don't lie to me you don't get hand shaped bruises on your arms, face, and neck from falling. Also, I'm sure that those bruises are not the worst of the damage, so try again."

Harry looked down he knew it was a bad lie but he didn't want to tell Snape the truth. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder and Harry flinched away, he then looked up into the sad eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

"Please, Harry, tell us what happened," asked the kind old wizard.

By now madam Popfrey was finished healing his wounds. None were really sever just bruises, cuts and welts.

Harry drew his knees up to his chest and stared strait ahead, not really seeing anything. "Uncle Vernon was really mad about me blowing up Aunt Marge last summer. He didn't get to punish me then, so he had to do it when I came home yesterday."

"Why where you in a cupboard when I came to get you?" asked Snape.

"It was my room, but when I got my Hogwarts letter they moved me to Dudley's second bedroom. After my punishment last night uncle Vernon threw me in there again," by now Harry was so caught up in his memories that he hadn't even noticed he was crying.

Severus, however, did notice and gently sat down next to the distraught young boy and pulled him close. He gently rocked the boy while whispering comforting words in his ear. After a moment something in Harry snapped and he began sobbing uncontrollably as he turned into Severus burying his face in the man's chest.

Severus continued to hold the distraught boy until he calmed down then handed him a dreamless sleep potion.

Harry went to sleep that night healed and safe, but he still didn't know anything about the letter or why Snape had come to pick him up from the Dursley's.

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The next morning when Harry woke up he was surprised to see Professor Snape sitting in the chair beside the bed reading a book.

"I'm glad you're awake. How are you feeling?" ask the professor as he set aside his book.

Suddenly everything that happened to Harry the night before come back to him. Blushing he looked away before answering, "Fine, sir."

"That's good. Now eat your breakfast when you're finished we will go to the Headmasters office. I'm sure you have many questions you want answered."

"Yes, sir," mumbled Harry as began eating the breakfast on the tray by the bed.

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After Harry had eaten and cleaned up Severus led him to the headmaster's office. Once there Harry was surprised to see Mr. Weasley and a man Harry didn't recognize talking to the Headmaster. When the three noticed the arrival of Severus and Harry the stranger got up, went to Severus and have him a hug which the potions master returned.

"How ya been Sev?" Asked the stranger in a thick Irish accent.

"Good. You? How's Ann?"

"Great, and Ann's good to she's staying with Da' now. She's pregnant."

"She's what?! How? When? How far along is she and why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Yes, Sev, your going to be an uncle. Now calm down." The man said with a laugh. "I will not tell you 'when' this happened and I would hope you know 'how' as for 'how far along' seven months and I didn't tell you sooner because… well I don't really have reason."

"I'm going to be an Uncle," said Snape with a smile on his face before once again gathering his younger brother up in hug. The younger man merely laughed again.

"Well," began Dumbledore, "I believe congratulations are in order. So, Congratulations"

"Yes congratulations." Said Mr. Weasley, who had come over to give Harry a hug, as he shook the youngest Snape's hand.

"As much as I hate to change the subject to something far less joyful I fear that I must," as Dumbledore said this the room's four other occupants sat down in front of his desk.

"I'm sure you have many questions Harry, but first, Severus, please explain to Harry what the letter he received meant and why you picked him up last night."

"Yes, sir. As you gathered from the letter you are expected to attend a family reunion of sorts next week. This reunion only happens once every 25 years. In order to attend you must be 10 years old or older, of the Prince family line, male and not related through marriage. In other words, say if you mother was a Prince and she got married; neither she nor her husband could attend, but because you are her son, you could. You Harry, are a Prince on you fathers side because a few generations ago a Prince women married a Potter. The same is true of the Weasley's. Sean and I are also Princes' on our mother's side. In fact, Sean and I are your closest living relatives on your father's side. You are also distantly related to the Wealseys. This 'reunion', so to speak, is mandatory once you receive the invitation regardless of whether or not you open it. Not attending could cost you your life. It takes place in a castle in Ireland which has been in the family for generations and is currently run by the family Matriarch, one of the two women allowed to attend…"

"Three." Interrupted Arthur.

"Excuse me??" replied Severus bewildered.

"Three women will be attending this time. Due to out esteemed matriarch's age this will in all likelihood be her last 'reunion' so her heiress is having the matriarch approve her heir."

"If only men are allowed to attend why is the head of the family always a woman?" asked Harry.

"Well, lad" began Sean, "tradition. It has always been like this and the rules are hardly every changed. Before this 'reunion' is over you will encounter many rules that are idiotic, contradictory, foolish, and downright cruel. You will also be familiar with them and uphold them if you wish to survive this reunions with your skin still attached to your bones. The reunion isn't for another week and lasts for 2, so we have one week to prepare you and Arthur's boys for a two week visit to hell."

"That sounds like loads of fun," was Harry's sardonic reply.

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