Prologue

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Harry was walking to his room when Severus called him to his office. He walked in and met his father's glare.

"You do know today is the anniversary of your mother's death?" Snape questioned.

"Yes, sir," Harry muttered.

"Why are you so distant to me? Ever since you left Sirius' house and found out that I'm your father, you've acted like you hate my guts."

"What are you talking about? I love you," Harry retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

"Crucio!" Snape tortured his son, gleefully watching Harry as he writhed and screamed on the floor. He slowly stopped the flow of magic and his son stood.

"You've been living with me for six months; I assume you would've learned some respect. Although, you have been living with that mongrel for your whole life."

"SHUT UP! CRUCIO!" Snape started screaming in utter pain and horror, "NEVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT SIRIUS! HE'S A BETTER FATHER THAN YOU COULD BE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!" Harry broke his concentration and ran from the house. He turned and apparated to the empty lot between Grimmauld Places, Numbers 11 and 13. Being a wizard, he could see Number 12. He walked up the steps and yelled for Sirius. Harry was met with the sound of running footsteps and the sounds of Mrs. Black's portrait's screams. Sirius opened the door and pulled Harry inside.

"Harry! What are you doing here?"

"I ran; I blew up and just apparated here."

"Wow, you apparated? But you're not even of age! Great job m'boy! So what happened?"

"Heh… Thanks. Well, you know it's the 14th anniversary of mom's and James' death. He asked me why I acted the way I do around him. I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about, and he used the Cruciatus Curse on me. He said something about you, and I just lost it. So now I'm here."

"When you say 'lost it,' what exactly do you mean?"

"Yell at him, tell him you would make a better father than him, and use the Cruciatus Curse."

"Harry –"

"Don't even start; I know I overreacted, but I just hate him. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE MY FATHER? WHY COULDN'T I JUST BE A FRIKIN' MUGGLE?"

"Harry, don't say that! You know you couldn't live without the magic world."

"I know that! But why did my mom have to fall in love with him? Why not you? Or James?"

"Harry, I know you hate Snivellus' guts; I do too. I don't want you to hate him, because he is your father, and I'm sorry, but you cannot change that. If you could be my son, I would tell you what Severus never will. But I can't, and I won't; I don't need any more trouble."

"Just promise me that I can kill him." The two shared a laugh like a father and son, just like they wanted to be.

uR

Snape paced his office, "I'm going to kill that boy. WORMTAIL!" At Snape's call, a man resembling a rat came into the room.

"Find out where my son is. Go, now." There was a knock at the door. The man named Wormtail answered it. A man with long, blonde hair walked in the house.

"Severus, I have a message from the Dark Lord," the man said, holding up a piece of parchment.

"Ah, Lucius Malfoy, what a pleasure. I'll take my message and you can be escorted out by Wormtail, he was just leaving," Snape said. Lucius hesitated at the dismissal.

"What? Were you expecting me to tell you of the private affairs between the Dark Lord and myself? Don't give yourself that – er – joy." Lucius left with Wormtail while Snape sat down and read his message with a glass of Firewhiskey in hand.

"Let's see what the Dark Lord needs." He opened the message. It read:

"Severus –

I have been recently informed that you are indeed Harry Potter's father. Why you have never told me this, I know not. I have only one request for you: kill the boy."

At the last three words, Severus Snape, father of the famous Harry Potter, dropped his drink, and at once felt utterly horrified for the welfare of the son he never wanted.

"Harry."