A/N: So, I have again rewritten this chapter! I will be rewritting the next chapter, as well, so be sure to check it out! This story is kind of a hit for me, so I hope you guys enjoy this version of it! Thank you for reading.

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It's Albus Severus

What has been hailed as 'The Final Battle' has long since passed. Everything in the wizardry world is calm; there are currently no threats. Harry Potter, one man that the magical world has to thank for the peace, stood inside the headmistress's office at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. He had just finished his annual talk-to-the-history-class and had decided to stop by and talk with the portraits of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. He will occasionally come and talk to them, especially when he wants to talk about the auror department or his past.

Today their conversation was more based on his fifth year, Delores Umbridge has recently been granted another trial but has, once again, been sent back to Azkaban.

"I can't say I'm disappointed, either," Harry muttered, smirking slightly. Snape sneered, though not at Harry, and instead at the idea of the toad rotting away in a cell.

"Alas, Harry, neither can I," Dumbledore chuckled.

The conversation came to an end. Harry stood in the office, surrounded by the old headmasters and mistresses, in a comfortable silence. The real reason why he had come to the office was becoming more prompt, and Harry couldn't continue to delay it any longer.

Glancing at his old watch, he sighed.

"Gin had out second kid a while ago," he told them. "A son. That's why I haven't been here much lately."

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled merrily behind his half moon spectacles. Snape on the other hand, stayed blank, but Harry knew that he was listening. Snape would usually comment on the topic of the day, sharking his part and opinions. On more personal matters, it was obvious that the man was trying not to care, but McGonagall told Harry that once he is gone Snape will usually speak a few words about the Potters and Weasleys.

"He just learned how to walk," Harry went on, grimacing to himself. The portraits remembered Harry talking about James learning how to walk, how his oldest son liked running into walls. "He's a couple months younger than Ron and Hermione's daughter, Rose. They're inseparable."

"I don't think you three would have had it any other way," Dumbledore chuckled happily. Snape couldn't help but smirk with a slight snigger at this, thinking that the trio had most likely planned on having children around the same time.

Snape was brought out of his reverie by Harry. Having zoned out for a few seconds, he first heard Harry say, "He has my mum's eyes."

There was a smile playing with the young father's lips. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled unimaginably more, and Snape's eyes snapped towards the man with shock. His dark eyes betrayed him, showing that he was very obviously over whelmed with his emotions. In one case, it was Potter's spawn, and in the other, the new child showcased one of his favorite features of Lily Evans.

Harry let out a raged breath, running his hand through his hair. The next part had to be said, Harry just had to figure out a way to say it. Deciding that beeing horribly blunt was the way to go, he went on.

"His name's Albus Severus."

Simultaneously, Dumbeldore's and Snape's jaws dropped.

"I figure you're see a bit of them once they start school," Harry added, acknowledging with slight expected awkwardness, that there were tears welling up in the bearded man's eyes. "They like to cause trouble. But, of course, Al seems to be able to worm his way out of a lot of it."

Harry smiled softly, hiding his shock well when he saw that even Snape had tears threatening to fall. He had expected it from Dumbledore, but never Severus Snape. After another long moment, Harry nodded to each of them in farewell. He turned and began to walk to the door leading out of the office. He pulled the door opened, but didn't make it out before a sharp voice spoke.

"I know I helped you, but I made your like a living hell," Snape said blandly.

"I know," Harry chuckled, turning back around to look at the portrait. "And I know my dad rolled over in his grave, but..."

Harry shrugged and Dumbledore chuckled at him, tears running down his cheeks. When another minute went by without a response, Harry turned to continue to exit the office.

As he was closing the door, he heard Dumbledore say, with what Harry assumed was a happy smile on his aged face, "I told you that he was like Lily."

Harry closed the door as to not seem conspicuous. He pressed his ear against the door to hear Snape's reply. Harry smiled widely when he heard it, too, and made a smug note to tell Ron about it later.

"Oh hush you."

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