WPB: Allo Allo! How are you? I am bored. So, since a large barrel of fun has not yet deemed it necessary, I suppose I just be forced to entertain myself, hm? So, now that you know the reasoning behind this stupid, pointless story, let us get on with it. Advanced warning, there will be slash later on in the story, but not quite yet. Not to mention some OOC-ness. I TOLD YOU SO DON'T FLAME ME!

Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to admit, I do not and never will own Harry potter. Unless I win the inheritance lottery, in which case I'm totally buying it from J. K. Rowling : P

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Draco Malfoy was having kittens. It was just over a month before school started and his father had outright refused to purchase him a new racing broom. And why? Because he thought that Draco should have to beat Harry Bloody Potter with his own skills instead of his money! How could he expect him to do that? If the most evil being in the history of the world couldn't defeat him when he was a year old with a specially designed Defeat Anybody spell, how could he possibly hope to do it?

Snarling in a very undignified manner, Draco slammed his fist into the pure white wall beside his bed. This was completely unacceptable! He wanted to beat Potter more than anything, and if he needed to use the Malfoy money to do that than his father should support him, emotionally as well as financially!

After putting one last dent in the wall, which disappeared soon after, he whirled around, digging through his bedside table until he came up with a tiny bottle of powder. His emergency Floo. "I need to talk to someone." he growled. "Someone who will understand, who will agree with me, who wont take offence by what I may say. Someone who doesn't exist." he hurtled it across the room and straight into the fireplace. It roared to life, turning acid green. He stomped over, grey robes billowing in a Snape-like way. He stood in the flames, crossing his arms angrily. "The nonexistent room in the noble house of Snape" he said, loud and clear. The flames rose higher, spinning him around, past grate after grate of numerous witches and wizards. Soon enough he was stomping out of the fireplace and into an almost purely black, enormous room.

He shook of a few ashes, making himself presentable, before striding confidently over to a large pair of mahogany doors. He threw them open, barely sparing a glance at the finery of the dimly lit room, instead turning his pale silver eyes on a huge black bear fur on the floor beside the bed. A ghost of a smile touched his face as he took in the twenty-ish black cats that were littered on and around the lumpy pile of animal skins. "Sanura."

A moment passed and one of the larger felines, one with blue eyes, sat up and walked a bit to the side, revealing a tiny, ghostly pale hand. Soon all of the other cats moved, and the fur shifted. A boy, looking to be maybe thirteen or fourteen, sat up slowly, lifting his pale face up to Draco 's own. His blood-red lips curved up on one side as acid met mercury. "Welcome back."

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Severus Snape sat in the comfortable chair that sat across from Dumbledore's desk, obsidian eyes trained on the Headmaster's grave, wrinkled face. They had been sitting in silence for more than ten minutes before Severus finally spoke. "Albus….. What should I do?"

"Well my boy I do not think there is much that can be done. If Voldemort deems it necessary to stay in you're manor it will simply have to be done. There is no point rising his suspicions. I trust that anything condemning is here, in your quarters?"

Severus nodded. "For the most part. Which brings up my main concern…….." he took a steadying breathe, and his mask shifted to show fear and worry radiating from his eyes. "Albus, what of my son?"

Dumbledore blinked repeatedly. "Y-you're son, Severus?"

The Potions Master raised a thin brow. "Yes Albus." he said, slowly and clearly. "My son. Of more than sixteen years I might add. Don't tell me you've finally gone senile?"

"I-I-I honestly don't know what you're talking about Severus. S-son? I've never heard, not once."

Snape 's eyes widened. He couldn't be serious? Dumbledore knew all of his secrets, he had made sure of that. The man had gone through his memories more times than he could count. He'd had express permission, there was nothing hidden, how could he not know?

After voicing his thoughts, Albus merely shook his head, getting back to himself. "There are a few reasons, of course, Severus. They were likely so heavily guarded that you couldn't share them if you wanted to. Am I right in assuming you've never mentioned him due to the threat of Voldemort hanging over his head?"

Severus nodded. "Being one of his most loyal," he said the word like a curse " followers, he would naturally assume my child would be sent into his ranks as soon as he possibly could. To not allow it would alert Voldemort to my deceit and put my son in danger. Hiding him was the best and only option."

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Yes Severus, of course you are right. Does he have specific measures to keep him hidden?"

"Yes, against visitors and the like. But he would easily sense it and make it a game of sorts to break the wards around his rooms. Best possible situation would lead my sons death or enslavement by the end of the day."

"I suspected as much. Is there anywhere else he could hide out during Voldemort 's stay? A friend perhaps?"

Snape shook his head. "No. The only other place is visited by Death Eaters far too often."

"Alas, then there is only one possible thing to do."

"Yes?"

"You will have to relinquish yourself of the title 'Spy'."

"What?" he shouted, standing up so abruptly that his chair nearly fell over.

"Severus, calm down." said the Headmaster sternly, successfully ending any and all loud exclamations on the part of the usually calm Potions Master. "The only place he could stay is Hogwarts, and it would be impossible to hide his identity from the general population. And there are simply too many future Supporters and current children of Death Eaters to keep it from Voldemort 's ears. His, and your, only hope would be for him to take up school here and you to avoid Voldemort at all costs."

Sighing, Severus sat back in the chair once more, rubbing hi temples. "Yes…. You are right, of course. There isn't anything else to be done."

"I'd suggest that you go inform him of his new living conditions, Severus. Merlin knows it will be a shock to him. He's been schooled somehow, I assume?"

"Lucius took care of that. We've taught him everything we know, and he's read more than his fill from our combined libraries." a light smile touched his pale lips. "The Granger girl will have some real completion for once. That much is sure. Half the potions I've patented are his."

Albus rose his eyebrows slightly, deciding not to question how Lucius Malfoy knew about the boy. Severus and Lucius had been very close in school, and it was only mildly surprising that he would be trusted with such an important secret, Death Eater or not. "Very well, Severus. Off with you now to spread the news."

Snape nodded, rising from his chair and making his way over to fireplace.

"Oh, and Severus?"

"Yes Headmaster?"

"What is the boy's name?"

Severus smirked. "Sanura Septimus Snape."

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WPB: Tada! chapter one is done!...Hey, that rhymed! One is done, one is done...ER, anyways, I can assure you this will be longer because I wrote most of it down atr school over the last couple months. Once their tracked down and put in order, I'll type it all up and POOF! Long, long story-ness! Please review, no flames!