Summary: Because of his dangerous life and the untimely death of his wife, Severus leaves his son in the care of his friend Lily Potter in the guise of her son. Through several manipulations, courtesy of Dumbledore, Voldemort targets him. the result leaves Lily and James dead, Voldemort defeated, and Dumbledore in control of 'Harry Potter'. He drops him off with the Dursleys and leaves. Severus, on mission in France, hears of Voldemort's defeat at the hand of 'Harry Potter' and leaves to find his son. he retrieves him and takes him home and raises him away from Dumbledore's manipulations and Hogwarts but at age 16 incidences happen and Severus enrolls him at Hogwarts to the shock of everyone. of the Hogwarts students, teachers, the ministry, the Deatheaters, Dumbledore, and voldemort, none of them are ready to deal with one Hadrian Aaron Snape.

Pairings: main is slash but im still working on that, some background het, slash, an s canon pairings.

Warnings: bashing of a significant number of people and the british wizarding world in general, some mature themes and content and whatnot

A Misconception of Identity

Chapter 1

An Entry to Hogwarts

Great Hall, Gryffindor 6th years

As usual during the opening feast, the Grand Hall was buzzing with conversation, though none more so then the Gryffindor table where three sixth years and a fifth year that had stayed in the castle for the last few weeks of the hols were telling their housemates the interesting tidbit of new they had overheard from the professors a week prior.

"Snape has a son!" Hermione said to her fellow Gryffindors

The others just stared at her, their faces slowly showing their disbelief and shock at the emission. The only ones immune were Ron, Neville, and Ginny, they were there so they already knew.

"You're barmy, Hermione. No one would ever do that with him. Besides, people would know if he had a son. No one has ever seen any kid so none exists." Said Seamus.

"No, its true. We heard Snape and Dumbledore talking about it a few days ago. Snape's son is starting here at Hogwarts this year. He's sure to be a slimy, Slytherin snake," Put in Ron. "So we'll just have to show him why Gryffindors are better," he said, puffing up with an arrogant smirk, which was really quite pathetic in comparison to certain blonde Slytherin's.

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione. "We haven't even seen him yet, and he's only a first year how can you say things like that!"

Lavender, who was sitting on the edge of their conversation leaned in, "well, you guys, Snape isn't at the head table. His seat's empty. Do you think he's bringing in the first years 'cause his kid's with them?"

At the sound of the main door of the Great Hall opening most of the Gryffindor table turned to it, watching eagerly for sign of their missing potions master and his supposed son. Some of the eagerness faded as they just saw Professor McGonagall as usual leading in the first years. They continued looking over the first years for the greasy hair and long nose that was a sure to be on Snape's son. After a while they gave up and decided to wait for his name to be called.

"Does anyone see him?" asked Neville

"I don't know but what about that tall boy by the blonde girl?" said Ron

That idea was dashed when a "Forbes, Nigel" was sorted into Hufflepuff

After the final first year, "Yeats, Katherine", was sorted into Gryffindor they were all confused and some people were starting to look at Ron, Neville, and Hermione dubiously.

Dumbledore stood, presumably to give his annual welcome speech.

"I have a few things to say before we begin the feast but first I would just like to say welcome back to all of our returning students and a warm welcome to all students who are here for the first time. Next, it is my great pleasure to introduce a new student joining us for the first time this year. The-"

Hermione tuned out Dumbledore's speech when she heard bits of a conversation coming from the doorway at the front corner of the hall. She was sitting right at the corner of Gryffindor table so she was the closest to the door and, unlike the rest of her housemates, could just make out what was being said.

"After that unfortunate incident, it's obvious you need some kind of stability in your life." Said what could only be the drawling voice of Severus Snape.

"But school? Really? And couldn't it have been at least Beaxbatons? You yourself say that the students here are so immature and…uncultured." A second voice said with great distaste.

"That may be true but as this is where I am, this is where you will be until you show a little less of your tendencies to willingly get yourself into ridiculously dangerous situations." Went on Snape.

"Hey! Those werewolves were not my fault!"

"Yes," Snape drawled with heavy sarcasm. "Because obviously it was Emma's idea to go exploring in known werewolf territory."

"Well I got us out just fine." The second voice said petulantly.

The conversation stopped and Hermione turned back to the Headmaster's speech, filing the conversation away to think about later.

"So, while it hasn't happened in almost a hundred years, it is my great pleasure to say Hogwarts will be accepting a transfer student. I am happy to say Professor Snape's very own son will be joining Hogwarts' students for his sixth year. So let's all give a warm welcome to Hadrian Snape." Dumbledore turned his attention to the side door at the front of the Hall where Snape and another person were just entering.

The other figure looked about sixteen. He was about 5'9 with a slender yet toned figure; his tailored robes showing off lean muscles. He had artfully mussed night black hair that fell over into his bright, emerald green eyes. His features were aristocratically sharp and angular with high cheekbones and a smooth pale white complexion.

"Oh my gods! He's hot!" whispered Lavender loudly, though she wasn't heard my many- the Great Hall had filled with whispers after Dumbledore's announcement- but a few of her surrounding Gryffindor boys turned and gaped at her, the girls on the other hand were a bit busy agreeing with her.

"Lavender, he's a Slytherin, and not just any Slytherin, he's Snape's son!" exclaimed Ron. "All he is is a slimy Slytherin, Deatheater wannabe. You-Know-Who probably wants him to spy on Hogwarts."

"Yeah, but whatever he is, you cannot deny that that boy is gorgeous." Lavender retorted, eyes still on Hadrian.

While they watched Snape motioned to Hadrian to take a seat and be sorted.

"Do I have to? We already know what house I'll be in." Hadrian argued

"Yeah, you're a slimy Slytherin snake through and through." Ron said quietly to his surrounding Gryffindors

"That may be true but you still have to put on the hat." Said Snape

Hadrian gave a very put upon sigh and took a seat at the stool while McGonagall put the sorting hat on his head.

Hadrian and the Sorting Hat

Well, well, well, what is this? It's not often I have to sort someone whose not an eleven year old.

'Well I can't say I'm happy that you do. If I had it my way I wouldn't be here and I would be back, traveling the world learning about real magic with my friends, not at this substandard school full of immature, uncultured, undereducated bigots.'

A mental chuckle came from the hat. Yes, Britain's magical community is in a bit of a decline isn't it? Though I must agree with you Hogwarts' educational standards have become rather appalling. Next to no classes and nothing on wizarding culture.

A mental sigh.

Well I do hope that after Dumbledore retires Hogwarts gets a Headmaster willing to expand Hogwarts back to something of her former glory. Well, I guess the time for chatting is over, time to sort you then, any particular house?

'Wait. You're giving me a choice? I thought you just looked in people's heads and told them where to go?'

Normally that is true. But normally I'm dealing with nervous eleven year olds. You are a sixteen-year-old, fully educated, fully trained, talented wizard. You can think for yourself. So, any preference?

Hadrian tried to hold back an amused snort.

'Not particularly. I don't plan on staying here long anyway. There's a whole world to see and a million different cultures and ways of magic to find, to waste more then necessary time here would be an insult to all of that.'

Very true, with the education and knowledge you have, Hogwarts is probably like primary school for you. But since you're stuck here you might as well have the optimal house for yourself. Where to put you?

While you are hardworking and relatively loyal, you would eat the Hufflepuffs alive. You prefer more subtle methods to pride and bravery; Gryffindor is not for you.

Your father is the head of Slytherin, perhaps there? Oh, but what is this!

'Found that, did you?' Hadrian tried to cover an amused smirk.

Well there is no doubt where you belong then. I know a certain founder would be very displeased were you put anywhere but in their house. Where you belong is-

"RAVENCLAW!"

Back in the Great Hall

The whole school, including the professors stared at Hadrian in shock while he calmly, almost boredly, took his seat at the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore and McGonagall turned to stare questioningly at Snape, looking for his reaction to his son not being sorted into his house.

Snape sat there coolly, looking completely unsurprised.

"A Ravenclaw?" McGonagall said, dumbstruck to herself, though not quietly enough as Snape heard it.

"Well it only makes sense. He is Ravenclaw's heir after all." He said to the gaping of his colleagues and all the students within hearing range.

a/n: yay! a new post!

hello people that read this sorry to readers of wild magic for not updating but i've gotten several more new stories i'm working on and i want to get far enough into writing wild magic before i post more.

so this is my new idea i hope everyone enjoys
lots of love

-Sayla