Harry and Snape arrived at the underground car park of the Getty, near a few cars and a car which had just stopped nearby. Snape using his intuitive senses brought Harry towards the people, keeping to the shadows and then just walked towards the museum as if he and Harry had been a part of the group all the time. The five people in front of them, one of which a toddler in a pusher with a very loud mouth, didn't seem to notice as the busy mother ushered her kids towards the tram. "Come on kids tram time and then it's the Getty!" she said and the kids seemed happy. Harry and Snape followed them onto the tram unnoticed. Harry was used to trying to be unnoticed and Snape too, had a lot of practice in that particular area.

Snape noticed when the tram turned towards the museum how even the building itself seemed to look like a work of art. With the beautiful curves of the multi-building structure carved around the gorgeous views of downtown and the Pacific Ocean. They were lucky because the day was clear and the ocean quite visible. With the amount of smog that is generally in LA one knows just how rare a site this is. They were greeted by a lovely looking female curator. "Welcome to the Getty, please take this guide. Your free tour of the architecture and gardens shall begin in fifteen minutes and don't forget to go to the third floor to collect your free ipod version of past tours of the museum." She smiled at Harry as he looked politely up at the tall woman.

Snape looked at some of the brochures of the museum and showed Harry some of the photos, "This piece by Vincent Van Gogh looks incredible! We must see that!" He stated, "Irises," he muttered more to himself than to anybody else. He stood and spoke to his son for a while asking him whether he had been to a museum before and of his experiences, completely shocked by Harry's responses.

"those people…if I ever get my hands on them I shall not be held responsible for my actions!" Snape stated angrily. But he knew that in life there are things that are more important than revenge, like looking after one's family and ensuring the safety of your loved ones.

"Yeah I know its supposed to start in another five minutes but I thought I might just come a little early and see if we had any eager candidates!" a nice curator stated as he walked towards the small gathered tour group.

Harry found himself rushing to stand in front of the man, "please sir I am so looking forward to it!"

The man, Brendon, resisted the urge to ruffle the hair of the strapping young man in front of him. The young man reminded him of his younger brother Tristen. He settled for smiling at Harry,

"are you here with anybody young man, perhaps a nice little girlfriend?" he asked teasing.

"No, my son and I are here together," Snape stated walking towards Harry. Embarrassed at his gumption to walk to the front of the crowd. He would have to try to change that behaviour, it was too much like…but he couldn't be like James…after all the boy was his son! But it was hard to think that a boy who looked so much like the man who had stolen his Lily flower was truly a Snape! He wondered if the boys looks was ever going to change, because to his recollection there was no relationship between the James genes and Harry's own, not without some sort of powerful magic.

But Snape's thoughts were soon interrupted by the commencement of the tour. First was the architecture tour, the view that snape had received just from the tram was nothing in comparison to what he saw on this tour. An incredible fact of the building itself was that because neighbours to the museum didn't want a tall building the building was created with several levels underground which also held certain artworks and materials under particular conditions so as to keep them from fading away. The building itself looked old, but no where near as old as Hogwarts, and had been designed incredibly well. Snape was pleased that Harry seemed to be taking an interest as they made the walk around the central points of the museum.

Next was the gardens tour, an actual piece created by Robert Irwin, which looked a lot more modern than the gardens Snape had seen in many wizarding homes. Harry loved the zigzag of the paths and the azaleas. He found himself wishing that he could give the lovely tour guide a flower, hoping he would like it. But Snape looked at him saying "leave the flowers alone son, they are not for picking up. If everybody who came here wanting to take a flower did, there wouldn't be any left!" Harry looked at him with amazement thinking with all of these flowers, surely there would be plenty for everybody! Didn't they know how to allow for their seeds to spread like Mel had taught him to? But then he thought about the Dursleys…surely if there was a way people knew to allow for gardens to weave their magic then Aunt Petunia would have surely used it on her petunia and rose gardens. Soon the group parted ways and Snape and Harry made their way towards the free tour appliances. Snape was happy that the people of the museum were willing to let them listen through another device since neither of them owned a….epod?! ipod? Leopard? Oh well it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was the look on his son's face, and Harry looked like he was having the time of his life.

Before they left they took a virtual tour of their own, being able to see the picture of the Irises that Snape had wished to examine closer, watch a video of the creation of the building and its art work and even getting a chance to touch one of the statues, specifically meant for blind people who cannot actually see the statues to get a feel of what they might have experienced had it been possible. Also to understand the true touch and texture of the piece and how hard it would have been for its creator. But all too soon it was time to apparate back to the airport to ensure that they caught their plane on time.

"Come son," Snape stated holding his hand out to him. He was so glad that Harry had such a love of learning, it would make the future years with him so much easier he was sure. But…teenagers will be teenagers won't they? Oh well he could only hope!

They arrived in the male toilets, the best place that Snape could think of to apparate to (and the closest to where the plane would take off). They walked quickly towards the waiting area.

"Hello Mr…." the air hostess looked at Snape's ticket, "Potter" he stated taking it from him. He looked at his passport…oh he was going to murder Mel he was sure...slowly and painfully…he would find a way to get even for this!

"Oh and this must be your son! Welcome Harry," she stated taking his ticket as well. She made a mark on the tickets and handed them back. "you're cutting it short you know, we're boarding in five minutes! Go and take your seat."

Yes, Snape had waited as long as he could at the museum, wanting Harry to enjoy every minute of his education of such an interesting piece of history. It was important that Harry know his history and not from some ghost who believed that by stating the exact same lectures he had since before he had died, that students were going to learn anything about the importance of magical history. But…Harry had to learn respect for his teachers and Snape could not allow his thoughts on this professors teaching methods to be clear to the boy. He took a seat in the waiting area, one of the few seats which were free with Harry being able to sit beside him. He sat back allowing for his eyes to close for a minute, but it was then that his other senses told him…there was something wrong. Instinctively he reached out for Harry.

"Ow!" the boy stated as Snape's hand connected with his chest, "what was that for?"

Snape opened his eyes and looked at the exit to the waiting area. "Look," he stated.

There stood a man who looked remarkably similar to Norman, with a man standing beside him who sent chills straight down Snape's spine, he reminded him of some of the more, dislikable characters that he had known from his time as a death eater.

"There they are!" said the man who looked like Norman, he looked like Norman except the colour in his eyes, the shape of his chin and the colour of his hair looked very different, "Mom said that she was trying to help them out of the country! Get them! Get them now!" The two men took their wands out and held them above their heads, Snape stood pushing Harry behind him and prepared himself for what was to come. "Protego" he whispered. Instantly a shield was created in front of Snape and Harry, Snape knew he only had a couple of minutes for the shield to hold if it was against powerful spells. He looked around the room where he saw the flight attendants trying to move people into another area. He shook his head, idiots are putting themselves in a fly trap! He thought.

"Sectumsempra!" He shouted murderously, as the other two muttered spells that he hadn't heard before "Metamorphus," "Chrisphanthisus" He held his wand out in front of him he knew his chances were not strong but he could at least hold these two idiots off long enough for the magical law enforcement to come.

"Attention, flight 729 Air New Zealand, Los Angeles to London has been cancelled til further notice, please wait patiently for further instructions authorities have been called! Do not go near gate 8, repeat do not go near gate 8!"

Several security guards came rushing towards the gate with their hands on their guns. Obviously they did not have any idea what they were running into as the two men took them down quickly with just a wave of their wand and a few words. They were screaming in agony, something that put panic into the mind and heart of one Severus Snape and he would not allow for his son to be harmed like that. His fear turned quickly to anger as magic started to radiate around him. A glowing colour of blue, green and purple started to wind itself around them.

"Frank! Use the elementals!" the man who looked like Norman simply nodded in response. Fire started to storm from the lights themselves, as if ember was to congregate in the middle of the room and take them all out quite literally on a flame of smoke. "Paul pull it in with your naturalistic charms! Quickly!" Frank responded. But Snape found himself thinking back to the lesson he had with Harry earlier. Water started leaking slowly from underneath the bathroom and as Harry noticed what he was doing he used his natural instincts with plants and their need for the water, their desire for that water to enhance Snape's abilities. Soon a wave of water like a tsunmi came rushing down the hallway from the most incredible directions, lighting struck outside and it started to pelt with rain. Yes, everybody, including Snape and Harry got soaking wet.

"Is that all you have?" Harry asked cheekily. Oh if Snape had the chance that boy would be in SOOO much trouble! Why antagonise such crazy lunatics?

"FRANK!" an angry roar was heard from a woman who suddenly appeared amongst the havock.

"Paul Biurlhali go home!" Mel roared. She had no idea that Paul would drag Frank across country to fight Harry and Snape, but when she got Paul home there would be hell to pay!

"Mum! Mum are you alright?" Veronica appeared beside her, "you disappeared so soon we were so worried,"

"I'm fine Vicky" she stated using her pet name for her daughter in law, "Go back home and I shall join you shortly."

"Frank are you going to take that crap from her?" Paul stated.

Frank looked as if he was cut in two, he was in a losing fight with Snape, he wasn't so stupid as to miss that. But his mother joining in, he had no chance. He had two choices, to stay and be directly punished by his mother, or to run.

He chose to run.

Frank raced out of the area with Paul shortly on his heels when he recognised what Frank was doing. There was no way he even stood a chance alone!

"STUPEFY!" Snape yelled out pointing his wand towards the two men.

"Petrificus totalis!" Mel had pointed it at her own son! But even when up against family there are some basic things that one needs to do in order to ensure of one's survival.

"Magical enforcement agency, thank you mam, sir, you have helped us greatly this evening as we have been after these two for a long time," an auror had appeared to take them away. Along with a man in a black suit.

"they are in there agent X," he stated.

Harry saw what looked like a little pen with a blue light on it going into the room with all of the muggles. Then he saw a flash and things were quiet for a while. Then they started to come out as if nothing had happened and stand around the wet seats waiting for the plane to come.

"You may now board the airplane," Mel stated, she was devastated by the turn of events it was quite visible, but Snape could not wait and console her, it was his job to go home and look after his son. After all Hogwarts was due to start again in just a couple of weeks.

"Come on son lets go," Snape stated.

"you have been upgraded to first class," the flight attendant stated, "you are to be commended for your actions towards protecting our airline and thank you once again from Air New Zealand. Enjoy your flight!"