Dear Severus,

I know I haven't made contact with you of any kind in the last fifteen years, since I left you, even though you probably know I'm in Canada. Telemacus is nineteen and is getting married. Though we both know the kind of father you are, I was hoping you could spare some time from your busy schedule to see this. It's on August fifth.

Clytemnestra

Snape read the letter several times. It was not hard to notice the sarcasm or rude remarks. Of course, Snape couldn't blame her. Even so, he was a changed man, in some ways at least. And he could prove that to Clytemnestra, assuming Dumbledore would let him go. August fifth, that was nearly a month before term started, surely he would have time, maybe even a chance to get to know his own son a bit. The Order was having a meeting at Number 12 Grimwald Place tomorrow night. With the okay, he could leave the next day and be there a week before the wedding. He could even be out of there before Harry, Ron or Hermione arrived and found out about anything. He'd go in two hours, stay the night, help with any thing he could until the meeting, then talk to Dumbledore.

Is it really going to be that simple? Snape couldn't help wondering. Dumbledore's only living relative had died years ago, so he had no family ties. Knowing only bits about Clytemnestra and Telemacus, Dumbledore wouldn't understand how important this was. He didn't know they were the reason Snape left the Dark Lord. Oh well, if he won't let me, I'll go anyways.

"Dumbledore, I need to ask a favor."

"Just a second, the meeting is starting, Severus."

"I'll make it quick then. I want-"

"The meeting will now come to order," announced Tonks. "First order is, the Weasleys should be here by the end of the meeting. Percy will be coming and is joining the Order." There were snorts all around. Snape knew what they found so funny. He remembered Percy at school. Always loyal to whoever had the power. Snape expected him to leave the family all together rather than admit he was wrong, but it made sense for him to come over to the winners. Tonks continued. "Joining them will also be Hermione. Dumbledore has also decided that Harry should come sooner than planned, so he will be here in two days." Snape sighed with relief. Although Ron distrusted him, Harry was the last person Snape wanted to see. He probably still blamed Snape for the death of Sirius. But Snape figured he'd be out of there by the time Harry arrived. The rest of the meeting concluded with nothing out of the ordinary.

"Dumbledore, I need to ask a favor."

"Good, so do I."

"Mind if we go somewhere else? It's not something I want the world to know." The Weasleys were walking through the kitchen door and everyone was greeting them.

"Severus, what is that in your hand?" Dumbledore asked.

"Nothing, just a letter. Come on," Snape replied just as he began walking upstairs. He intended to go into Sirius' old room, which no one entered since his death. They walked in, but before Snape could talk, Dumbledore spoke.

"Severus, I'd like you to pick up Harry."

"What? Can't he just take the floo network?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I would like you to pick him up. Take broomsticks."

"Will anyone be coming with me?"

"No, you can make it on your own. He and his aunt and uncle know someone is coming." Something clicked in Snape's mind.

"You expect me and Potter to bond on this trip? Or just for him to forgive me? I can tell you set me up."

Dumbledore smiled. " I suppose I'm hoping for a miracle, but yes, something of that sort." Snape rolled his eyes.

"I'm leaving tomorrow night, for Canada." Dumbledore eyebrow raised. Little as he knew about Snape's family, he did know they were in Canada. "It's my son's wedding. It takes place the fifth."

"Good, you'll have plenty of time if you leave the next morning."

"I wanted to leave tomorrow."

"He hasn't seen you in over fifteen years, another two nights won't make any difference." Snape didn't see the point of arguing any longer. "You may as well stay here until you leave." Snape nodded.

That night Snape lay in a bed in one of the empty rooms. All the sudden memories he had not thought of for years came back to him, memories about when he met Clytemnestra, had Telemacus, joined The Dark Lord then betrayed him.

"Who're you?" It was fourth year, potions.

"Clytemnestra, from Ravenclaw. You being rude to me for a reason?" Snape turned light pink. This girl was very pretty, he had never seen her before.

"I-I was just surprised. I've never seen you before."

The girl smiled. "I've seen you here every year. Want to share a table?" Snape nodded and followed her to an empty table. The potions lesson was very enjoyable, unlike most. The potions master was the head of Hufflepuff, old professor Mordor. He seemed to hate everyone, even the students in his old house, yet he seemed to particularly dislike Severus. There were rumors that he had a bit of giant blood, and Severus didn't doubt this in the least. He spent the entire class getting to know Clytemnestra. She was native to Vancouver, Canada, though he could've guessed that from her accent. She had moved just before she started school, yet her family spent a lot of time between the two continents due to her father's job. She didn't mention what it was, so Severus didn't ask.

Though his doubling potion was not up to his usual standards, it was good enough not to get comment from Professor Mordor. They left the class together chatting, until they separated, Severus to go to Charms, and Clytemnestra went with the Huffelpuffs to Dark Arts.

"Got a crush on little Miss Mortuary?" Severus spun around and found himself looking up into the face of the school bully, notorious for making fun of people's last name, Lucius Malfoy.

"First of all, it's Artuary, second, of all, that's my business."

"Well, she looks like she belongs in a mortuary, that pale skin, lack of expression," retorted Malfoy. "Then again, y'know what they say, birds of a feather, flock together."

"Tell me Malfoy, do you like having hands? Because I can easily get rid of them if you like, and perhaps you'd like a different color of skin?" That got rid of him. Threats were the only defense against Malfoy he had. He obviously couldn't hit him or curse him, though the latter would definitely be possible. He couldn't make fun of his name, because he wasn't creative enough to come up with anything. Besides, no one liked Severus. Of course, no one liked Malfoy either, but they were to scared to show it, so they would defend him. All throughout Charms when he should've been concentrating on his Shrinking charm, he thought about what Malfoy said. He had been right in just about all aspects. He did have a crush on the Hufflepuff girl, and both of them looked nearly dead. At least she looked like she'd died happy and a last shampoo to her long, light brown hair.

Snape awoke suddenly. Sunlight was streaming through his window. He must have fallen asleep, his thoughts and memories must have turned to dreams. He got up and went downstairs to breakfast and see if there was something he could do that day.