Chapter 1

It was a silent night in Private Drive, Harry could here Dudley snoring in the room next door. He was looking at his wristwatch intently. In a few minutes he would be 16 years old. It didn't light up his mood, Sirius was dead and he had lost hopefora future. I will die in the final battle, but I will avenge Sirius in the proses, if I go down, so does Voldemort! Harry's thought were cut by the quiet beep of his watch. Yeah! Happy birthday to me... he had already made himself plenty of presents, to the Dursley's displeasure.

Harry's hole wardrobe had been changed. all his muggle clothes looked like he was straight out of a punk gang. His robes were severe and mysterious. Harry also realized that he was physically changing until that very moment. He had lost every aspect of his body that tied him to James Potter. He now had thick silky black hair, his cheek bones were higher and he grew to a height of 6'1. Only his eyes were intact, but he could now see without glasses to his great relief. Harry had acquired abilities he didn't even know existed, and had vowed to keep them secret for as long as he could.

Harry got up slowly,his naked torso unmasked his fore-arm and new tattoo. It was a red and gold, coiled snake. Rather it coming out from a skulls mouth, it came out from a beautiful griffin's mouth. Wonder how Tom will react to that? He asked himself while opening the window. He took out his pack of cigarettes and wandlessly duplicated it. He found out that doing magic this way was not detectable and he found it rather pleasing not to hold an old piece of stick. He slowly took a swing of his cigarette and let the smoke travel through his body slowly. His health was last on his list of priorities , his right arm showed every sign of it. The mutilated skin was exposed, the medieval dagger he had purchased for that use was exquisite. Life was an unpredictable thing, and he felt like something big was about to happen...

The wizard was pacing in the Headmaster's office. He new this would happen but he never thought it would be the precious boy-who-lived. He had had an affair with Lilly and she fell pregnant, but it was 2 years before the golden boy... He knew the story, Dumbledore had frozen the fetus until Lilly and James were married and casted charms on the boy that would wear off after 16 years. He had thought that another women had accepted to carry his son and raise him as their own, as he was unable to do so. How wrong had he been, every night he dreamed of his boy, wished he could have raised him and there he was... He felt a pang of guilt at how harsh he had been, but he had no choice at the time. Now I'm free but he will never want to be associated with me.

He stood up and walked passed the Headmaster, he was going to get his son. He was scared, though he would never admit it to anyone. The rejection he was about to face was telling him to retreat but his heart kept him moving. He was standing at the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive. He cursed when he realized it was 2 in the morning. His heart was pounding on his chest.The early hour of morning did not change his decision. "Alohomora" the door unlocked with a faint click and he stepped in. The silence was deafening, he turned quickly when he thought he heard a noise but it came from upstairs. He slowly crept to the upper floor. "Disaparrate" He looked into 3 rooms in vain. The last room would be Harry's. He was presently invisible, so he lifted the charm and knocked on the door...

Harry slipped the dagger away when he heard the knock but left the cigarette dangle from his mouth. He wondered who could be knocking on his door, but didn't really care that much. He had become pretty cold over the summer and it was hard to unsettle him. He opened the door and stared blankly at the Potion Master. As Severus only stared back with a shocked expression, Harry motioned him to enter.

The room had a somber expression to it. The floor was made of cheap brown and the walls were a dirty white that was turning yellow. In the center was a small bed with sheets that needed to be cleaned soon, they were a mixture of brown and red. Severus couldn't identify the original color. He presume they were red as he didn't know where else the color came from.

Harry closed the door "Why are you here?" his voice was neutral.

Severus took a deep breath "I have things I need to tell you and after you'll have things to explain" Severus scanned Harry's body. He noticed the tattoo and couldn't help but smile faintly. "Though I do not approve, the tattoo is a piece of art."

"Why would I need your approval?" Harry asked coldly.

"Because of what I am about to tell you. I think it would be best if you sat down" Harry ignored him, he went on. "18 years ago I had an adventure with Lilly Evans, she fell pregnant. As this was an inconvenient as I was a spy..." He took a deep breath " I had to abandon the baby. Without my notification, Dumbledore froze the fetus until James and Lilly were married, a year or so later. He then casted charms on you to look like James, they would wear off 16 years later..." Severus searched the boy's eyes for emotion and found none "I'm sorry"

Harry's thoughts were confused: I know I shouldn't be feeling depressed, and not care for life as I am the savior but... Snape? He seemed honest about the apology, but it was Snape. I ... It's not like Snape would really bother me a lot, and he is better than Vernon. It doesn't disgust me, I even feel a bit happy to have a father. When I started to change I knew I wasn't James son. I kind of do look like him, and I prefer this body by far, much more handsome also. If he ever talks about me smoking he'll go to hell, and I'm not parting from my beloved (the dagger).His owl hooted sadly, and he stared into the older man's eyes, Snape shivered at the stare.

Severus examined the boy closely. He was very handsomebut the boy had an eery glow in his eyes that unnerved Severus. The older man did not comment and just stared at the boy.

"It's cool" Harry's late answer stunned the ex-Death Eater.

"Really? Snape questioned, Harry just waved his hand in a positive gesture. Severus couldn't help but feel relieved though concern for his son was slowly spreading through him...

Harry followed Snape into the house. He had his eyes fixed on the ground, the man could just lead him down a cliff and he would walk off. Harry was so unguarded, Severus couldn't stop looking behind him at his broken son. He felt tears swelling up in his eyes but refused to let them fall. He would be strong for his boy, he would help him in anyway he could. He was disregardful at the fact that Harry would find him out of character. Funny that some people find me out of character when I am truly myself, and others out of character when I put my mask on, the one Harry has seen for 5 years...

"Would you like to have something to eat?" Snape asked looking at the underweight boy standing in front of him. Harry shook his head in negation but Severus insisted. as the boy continued to refuse Severus got irritated. "Harry you fool you look like you haven't eaten in days!"

"I haven't" Was Harry's reply before he tuned off. The other man's words seemed to be in a foreign language, the only words he caught was, follow, show, your room. So Harry followed. Severus' heart was beating fast, he hasn't been eating, is he anorexic? Was he starved? Please tell me he was just sick and couldn't eat... It wasn't long before they were at Harry's bedroom door.

"This is your room Harry, as it is rather late, we will be having breakfast at 10 a.m. You will be present and will eat, is that understood?" Snape's tone was harsh put it was filled with concern.

"Yes, F-A-TH-ER" Harry pronounce every syllable attentively, hell he's my father so why not, maybe I could be someone else. I'm not that little scum I was. I realized a whole lot, I look different, I am different, I even have a father, so I could change. I'll be someone else, be sorted again, change my name, be his son. No more of that jealous jerk, Ron, he was only my friend to get attention. Ginny only liked me because I was famous, Arthur also. Fred'n George are okay, I'm not so sure about Mrs. Weasley and Hermione though. They are just a small loss for all I'd gain."What's my name?" Severus looked at him confused.

"The name you would have given me at birth? I want to use it, be resorted at Hogwarts. I want to be who I'm suppose to be." Harry stated blankly.

"Ryan, Ryan Snape, that would have been your name. Are you sure Harry you would lose your friends?"

"Yeah like they were important, they're just using me! I know no such name as Harry, father." Harry turned around and went into his room, leaving Snape agape.

Harry let himself drop in the bed, his trunk was at his feet. He started a cigarette and unpacked his stuff. He left his beloved on the drawer, looking at it every once in a while. He was trying to make out all his emotions, when he found himself unsuccessful he ceased and all his emotion ecaped him to be left empty. His eyes were dull, they were scanning the room, making a distinct picture in his mind. He slowly picked up his dagger.

He examined the blade, the handle was held loosely in his left hand. Suddenly clenched at it like it was his lifeline. He passed the blade tenderly over his right forearm, shivering at the coldness of the metal. He violently pressed on the weapon so it would cut his skin open. It made a large and deep gash into his skin and blood puddled on the carpet. He watched in awe as his body felt weaker and weaker. I killed Sirius, it was my fault!This is just too fucked up... My first father figure, sirius, but now I have a realfather. Sirius would hate me if he new. Ryan looked down, he felt ashamed at betraying Sirius.And why the hell am I happy that SNAPE, The greasy git is my father? (because you desperately need someone, Harry) No I don't! (he'll be there for you) Why would I care if someone is there for me or not? Who the hell are you? His head was getting dizzy, he was smiling but soon a frown came upon him. He had to stop it, he couldn't die like that, he had to kill Voldemort. He was considering whether to die now or to save the wizarding world when a snake bit his bleeding forearm. the gash closed on itself and he felt the snakes venom spread in his body. He soon felt all of his body again as if he had never had a date with his beloved tonight.

(You should not do that) The snake hissed at him feverishly.

(Why would you care, why would anyone care, oh right because I'll save the world) Harry's frigid laugh made the snake snap.

(You idiot, there's a man down there making a potion for you to be able to eat. He bought you a griffin earlier, after he saw your tattoo. He wants to help you, to save you! Why would I care, because I am your new familiar and without you I have no reason to live! So get your head back up there and try to understand that Severus is not being nice because he wants you to save him but because he wants to save you!) Harry was a bit surprise at the outburst.

(He's too late) Harry responded in a disaffected manner but the snake persevered.(It's never too late, my name is Flame that's who I am, now go to bed!)

(You can read my thoughts how...) Harry fell asleep on the bed even more confused than he had been at first. Harry felt a vision coming to plague his dream but he shooed it away, he had mastered occlumency after Sirius death and he thanked every dynasty he knew for that. He slumbered back in a deep sleep, freeing him from emotions and dreams...

Severus was feeding Wind, the Griffin, he was wondering where Flame was. It was unknown to most but the Potion Master was a parsletongue. He had adopted Flame a few months earlier, claiming she was her future sons familiar.A familiar was rare, a real one, one that chose it's Master and that could read it's thought and telepathically talk. Severus was wondering if Flame had already joined Har-Ryan. He had Ryan's potion for the next morning and decided he could retire for the night but he decided to write to Dumbledore first.

Dear Headmaster,

My son, Ryan, is asking me if he could attend Hogwarts and be sorted at the begginning of the year with the first years. If this does not cause any problem I would like to go and visit my godson, Draco, who is presently hidding with the red ones, in a week time with Ryan.

Please respond soon

Professor Severus Snape Potion Master and Order of Merlind Second class

He attached the letter to, Sprinkle, the owl hooted silently and flied out the window soundlessly. Severus took it as a signal to get to bed and soon enough he was sleeping. the emotions of the day exhausting him entirely.

It was 9 when Severus got up to make breakfast. He usually got up early but the previous day had been extremely tiresome. He went outside to feed the Griffin. Wind nuzzled on the mans chest before turning it's back to eat. "A shy Grififn" Severus snorted. He was in a rather good mood and cooked some pancakes while waiting for Ryan. At 10 sharp his son came down and sat at the table turning his head to acknowledge Severus.

"Harr... Ryan drink this potion it will keep the food you eat in your stomach. you might only be able to eat 1 pancake this morning but it will get better. For how long have you been not eating so I can brew enough potion? And if you would tell me whyI would be greatful but if your not ready you may wait."

" They starved me since I got home 3 weeks ago." Harry replied bluntly. Drowning the potion.

"Ryan what's on your mind?" The Potion Master's voice was shaking with worry.

Ryan took a deep breath. "Why did you hate me and suddenly care? Why are you so mean and here you seem well nice. Why does everyone care only because I'm going to save their sorry asses! Why does my life seem so devoted of happiness! Why do I hate life! That's what's on my mind! And why the hell do I feel relieved and almost happy THAT YOUR MY FATHER?" Ryan was screaming now.

"I'll start with the first question, I acted that way because I was a spy and had to, now I left the dark lord for good and am researching a way to get the ugly tattoo off my arm. I care because you are my son, a very talented wizard that has seen too much and lived too much. I am nice because I want to be because that's me. I wanted to drop the mask just like you but you dropped one to put on another. Not everyone cares for you because you will..save their sorry ass... some do I will not deny it but not all, people are like that Ryan they need hope. The only thing most people forgot is that you need it too, you need someone to lean on." Severus took a deep breath. "Why your life is devoted of happiness is probably do to the fact that you never were yourself, Ryan and why you hate life that will be up to you to find it and change it. I'll help as much as I can." Ryan stared at Severus, though a lot of emotions were flying through his body he seemed like he had not heard anything. "I have something for you..."

0h damn the Griffin was true? Why does he do all that (He cares)

They passed the rest of the day feeding, petting and making a immense shed for the Wind. It was the biggest thing Ryan had every seen but he liked the griffin non the less.At the end of the day, Ryan didn't even glance at the dagger but Flame knew that it wouldn't be that easy all the time...

Ryan woke up sweating, his head was dancing without his body in an ocean of colors. He focused on the ceiling until his eyes could see clearly. Ryan swore under his breath before taking a cigarette which he lit with his fingertip. It was utterly quiet, Flame was asleep around his wrist and he could not hear any noise from the house. Ryan was relieved, he needed some time to think everything that had happened over. He had left the Dursleys which he was very grateful for. Snape was his true biological father, and he didn't mind, that in it's own freaked him out. He had met Flame, she was a bit harsh, reminded him of his father, nice but to the point. Last their was Wind, he was an extraordinary creature, beautiful and pure. Ryan new he should have been completely happy but he was not, loneliness crept to his heart turning it into stone. Severus was good company but he had no one else at the moment... He still wasn't very close to his father either, his familiars were there but he needed human touch.

Ryan was smoking slowly, just feeling the toxic substance invading his body. He knew very well it was unhealthy but why would he care, he would die young anyways. His eyes swept around the room when he noticed something shinny on his desk. He bent over an saw a wizarding robe, very elegant, with a metal crest holding it together. It was mush more colorful than Ryan had imagined. (to see crest just go on myprofile I have a link to it) It seemed not to represent anything in particular as everything seemed different but united. There were two dragons holding a shield in which on the upper right of a cross lay a snake. On top the the shield was a beautiful griffin, it reminded him of Wind.

Ryan was looking outside his window, he realized he had let his emotion take the better of him these days. He knew no human contact made him more and more like Voldemort and that was not his goal. He just felt his confidence in his father had not been deserved yet. He needed to take more time to analyze the situation before he could really accept the man as family. He was doing him good and helping him stay sane but Ryan still did not trust the humane race. Everyone and everything was so... unpredictable, as much as he knew he was too, it unnerved him. He didn't care about Ron or the Dursleys, he didn't really care about Molly and Hermione either. He felt so detached from them, like if they were not the same kind as him, it was different with his father. he felt the man understood him, he gave him space when needed, shut up when he knew words were pointless. That was one thing he hated about Ron, the boy seemed to never know when he talked enough to annoy everyone listening, though his hatred mostly came from the fact that the boy used him to get attention.

(Put it on) Flame hissed feverishly.

(Why would I do that?)

(Your meeting the Weasleys and Draco today, he'll be on his best, so is your father, you should too... Your father will be wearing black robes with the family emblem just like yours) Ryan nodded absently, it wouldn't do good to deny his father today, he wanted to shut that mouth of Ron so bad. He quickly got dressed and walked through his door. soon he was standing in Wind's shed. The creature was rubbing his head in Ryan's palm soothingly.

Where the hell is he / not very far don't worry/ Flame? That doesn't sound like you? Your always screaming in my head (Hey I heard that, your just stubborn) Whatever /I'm Wind, your new familiar, I didn't talk to you yesterday as I was afraid you would react badly, Severus has planned on me flying you to the Burrow/ That's going to be nice... Well see you later Wind.

"Father!" Ryan yelled when he entered the house "Where the hell are you"

"Now Now Ryan, you usually speak with a developed vocabulary?" Severus responded playfully had his annoyed son. "I see Wind and Flame informed you, didn't think Wind could talk to you, interesting."

"Indeed, I need a spell to hide this scar for as long as needed, years if the need may be" Severus nodded and brought Ryan to his laboratory.

"I thought you would ask something like that so I prepared a very difficult potion and a spell, I will give you the counter spell that you may use when you see fit." Severus applied the potion generously over the scar and murmured an incantation softly. The scar slowly dissolved and only golden skin was left. Ryan placed hisfinger over his scar, he could feel it but it was no longer the only thing people would look at when they saw him.

"I wanted to speak with you" Severus voice was shaking but he pretended not to notice.

"About?"

"Dumbledore has agreed, you can be resorted, though he thinks it's useless as he says your 'A Gryffindor at Heart' " Severus said in such a low cold voice even Ryan, who had now learned to fear no one shivered.

"Better bring a camera, as I want to see his face when his golden boy is sorted into Slytherin" Ryan replied as coldly as his father before exiting the room to get ready to leave.

Ryan and Severus were holding tight to Wind's fur. They had their coats on tightly as the wind pressed against their body, threatening to push them off any moment. Ryan felt a rush of adrenaline, he loved to fly, it made him feel free and on top off the world. I am on top of the world /Hope I don't make you fall under/ Ryan chuckled and heard a faint laugh in the back of his mind. It had started to be quiet a pleasant time with his father. He passed his time studying alone, or with his father, or talking with Wind and Flame.

They passed over London and started going down. the lights of the city were getting fuzzier with every second as Wind Catched up some speed ans circled downwards. Ryan felt his father become very rigid as the Griffin was heading for the ground.

"Relax were landing" Ryan yelled but his father only swore and closed his eyes. He felt shaken when he dropped off wind's back but content it had been a great ride. He could see all the Weasleys waiting in front of the door. There were dressed in a pity full manner, He also noticed Granger and Draco. Draco was wearing dark blue robes with a golden snake as a clip. He had dumped the Malfoy emblem after he ran away. Ryan smiled, he would have a great time!