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*This is a sort of one shot but I may turn it into more chapters I don't know!*

My what?!:

"The elder wand cannot serve me properly, Severus because I am not it's true master. The elder wand belongs to the wizard who killed his last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore while you live, Severus, the elder wand cannot be truly mine."

"My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand.

"It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand and I master potter at last"

And Voldemort swiped the air with the elder wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split-second seem to think he had been reprieved. But then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoken in parseltongue.

"Kill."

(Chapter 32 pg. 656 Deathly Hallows.)

Voldemort had left and Harry had come into the room. Harry approached the man whom he had hated for seven years. Severus Snape was weak and losing blood fast. He kneeled down and Snape grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him close. "Their is something... I need you to know..." Snapes voice was barely a whisper. "Look at me..." Harry turned his head so that Snape was looking into his green eyes. Green eyes looking into Snape onyx ones. Snape shakily reached into his pocket and pulled out a battered old picture that was covered in Snapes blood. He put the picture in Harry's hand and said "look at..it" Harry looked into the picture and saw his mother and a younger looking Snape carrying a baby boy. Harry snapped his eyes and looked at Severus who was getting paler with every second. "What.. Is this?" Harry already knew the answer before he had asked the question but he needed to know for sure. " Harry... I have tried to protect you from the truth for so long... but as I'm dying I would like you to know... I'm your father." And Harry just looked at Snape in shock "..how? Why not tell me? You hate me! You can't possibly be my... Father! I look like James potter!" Harry was holding on to Snape with tears in his eyes. Anger overwhelming him. He had a father and Snape had never said a word. "I don't hate you. I love you! Your my son! Please forgive me! I.. Don't have time to explain...just take them.. Please." Snape gestured to his eyes "they'll explain everything." Their was a silvery liquid coming out of Snapes eyes and before Harry knew what was going on Hermione had pushed a flask into Harry's hand. When had she arrived? Harry did not know but it did not matter now. He collected the memory's and looked at Snape who was as pale as death."just... Know this.. I love you son.." Harry believed Snape "I love you too.. Dad!" And Snape looked at Harry and smiled with tears in his eyes. He looked Harry in the eyes and thought of Lily...his Lily. The love of his life who had given him the greatest gift... A son. He would be with her now. All would be all right... Or maybe not... For death had other plans.

*** aaaaaahhhh crazy right!? I was hooked on my own story! Sooooo what do you think? Should I continue?!... Please review! No hate! Check out my Harry Riddle story where Harry is Voldemort's son! Tell me what you think!?*** -castlerocks