Tittle: Reality it's Fate's bitch.
Notes: Any Grammar or Spelling mistakes does not belong to the author, they came from a third, totally unrelated party.

Ch. 01 - So you're having problems with your teenage son. A guide to parental counselling.

Let's start the re-tale of this story by saying that, despite people wanting to believe otherwise, there are thousands of parallel universes similar to this one. Some where magic isn't real, some where the 70's fashion never really left. And some that differ very little from each other, a birthday for example. The two universes we're exploring now are only different because of the birth day of one Tom Marvolo Riddle, in the first universe he was born on December 31st, 1926. In the other, December 31st, 1979. Its amazing really how just the year can drastically change one reality from another... But enough of that. Lets start our tale by checking the first Reality. It was 2 weeks until Christmas Holidays and one Harry James Potter had just received a timed letter from his mother, he was in the 5th year and he was not having a good time in school right now...

My dear Harry,

If you're reading this I am, probably dead, or if I'm alive I probably forgot to destroy this, you have no idea how much your mother can be forgetful at times. But enough of that, I'm writing for a much more important reason.

As you've probably been told, I was married to James Potter. I come now to tell you that it isn't true, while our marriage was fake, I was married to your true father. If, by some odd reason, he kept his façade, you must hate him now, but I beg you to reconsider... My dear baby, your father goes by the name of Severus Tobias Snape.

I know it is a shock to read that, but I assure you it's true.

James Potter and I were nothing but friends and he came forth and helped your father and I when I became pregnant with you. You, my dear, are under a glamour. It will not 'wear out' when you reach your 16th birthday or any sort of nonsense like that. What we gave you, so you would look like James was a little surgery on your right hand, as you've probably notice on the pinky finger you have a mole on the inside.

It will probably hurt a bit but inside the mole there a tiny bronze charm, as soon as you remove it you should return to your true appearance.

The reason I'm telling you this now, it's because I'm sure you're old enough to understand why Severus, James and I had to make this huge sacrifice.

I beg you to please, please give your father a chance of getting to know you, to explain things if needed be.

Don't forget that I'll always love you, no matter what happens.

Lily Snape
09/29/1981

Harry had to read the letter two times before the information finally sunk in and he went into a dead faint. Only to be found by one Neville Longbottom 10 minutes later and brought to the infirmary.

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Now that we all saw the first reality, the second might be a bit of a shock. Here it was also 2 weeks until Christmas Holidays, but instead of the depressed teen we left in a dead faint in the Hogwarts infirmary on our first Reality, this one was laying in bed reading, or as much reading as one could do in the current position...

Harry stared at the fingers encasing him in the warmth that was Tom, his Tom.

Tom was laying against the headboard, a mountain of pillows making the hard wood unnoticeable to him, laying on his stomach was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, Harry. Hadrian Antares Snape. With the sharp aristocratic features of his father – minus the nose – and the delicacy of his mother – plus her eyes – Harry was easily the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on.

He hid a smile as he felt and saw Harry playing with his fingers, which were crossed over his stomach, the Defence book lay on page 56 for the past 40 minutes, untouched, both boys unable to read it, being too distracted by the other to fully concentrate on studying.

In a matter of days Tom would have his 16th birthday, and really, the only ones he wanted to share it with was Harry and his uncle Severus. Aunt Lily had died a few years ago when both of them were 12 and while the three of them missed her greatly, for the two boys it was overshadowed by time and the new love they found in each other.

Nuzzling Harry's cheek with his slightly cold nose, coercing him into a more comfortable position where Tom could kiss his check better, he gave a weary sigh.

"I have to go back to Slytherin dorms." he whispered, it was late, almost curfew, and as much as he hated, he needed to get back.

"Already? Spend the night?" he begged in the slightly put out, pitiful yet hopeful voice he knew Tom always fell for.

"Harry... you know we can't... Your father would have me expelled if he found me." he stared at his green-eyed love, trying to make him understand.

"Bollocks, dad would do no such thing." Harry glared, entwining his fingers with Tom's before giving the boy a brilliant smile as an idea hit him. "Tom... you remember the charm Dad taught us this summer?" Without waiting for a reply he sent his Guardian Messenger to his father.

Both boys knew that the next day Severus would most likely have their hides for that one, but now it was not the time to think of future punishments.

"Fine" He sighed, knowing from the moment Harry had used that voice that he was done for "Anyway, what do you think of the name Voldemort?" Tom asked, hugging his Harry tighter and kissing his cheek.

"What does it mean?" he closed he book, levitating the heavy 400-something paged book to the night stand and closing the curtains, adding a few good hexes to anyone who tried to disturb them before 7am.

"Flight of Death"

"No." he shock his head while Tom put the pillows around them forming the cocoon they had at home.

"Why not?"

"It's unimaginative, pictures you as afraid of dying and therefore weak, and... I don't like it." He shrugged, adding two more blankets to hide them from the biting cold.

"So, just because you don't like it I'll have to think of another one?" came the amused reply from beyond the curtains where Tom had gone to brush his teeth for the night.

"Pretty much, if you don't I'll just have to start calling you Betelgeuse."

"Betelgeuse?"

"Second biggest and brightest star we know of." he shrugged again, going to brush his teeth before going back to bed and laying against Tom.

"Fine, I'll think of something. Impudent brat." came the amused reply, just before the two boys settled for the night. Tom spooning Harry from behind and Harry with his fingers entwined between the older boys'.

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Meanwhile one Severus Snape glared at the tiny thunder dragon and its rider, as if everything was his fault. He didn't take well to Tom and Harry getting together, the boy was Slytherin's heir and he was after his son! His baby!! Of course, it didn't help that Harry was after Tom with the same obsession, determination and – Merlin forbid – love, the other felt.

But, he would deal with them tomorrow. Tonight he settled for glaring at the message the dragon had delivered.

'Dad, Tom's sleeping in the Gryffindor dormitories tonight, no we're not doing anything naughty, no we're not kissing nor hexing the other students, just studying and spending time together. Honestly!'

A/N: I have this one mostly ready, so I'll be posting a chapter a day if my computer doesn't fail on me. Also, this is fluff, pure fluff just to treat you all to a fluffy christmas (does that make any sense?). And yes, both Harrys do have a mole on the inside of their left pink finger, just like the author.