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Donatae bolted upright. It was a dream, he didn't have a father or magic. Opening his eyes he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. A knock sounded at the door.
"Donatae are you awake?"
"Yes, sir."
The door opened and Snape walked in.
"How are you feeling?" He took in his son's appearance.
"Confused?" Donatae he questioned himself.
"What about?" Snape asked.
"How is there magic? Magic can't be real!" Donatae panicked his voice rising in fear.
Snape hurried to the bed and took hold of Donatae's shoulders, "Look at me, follow my breathing."
Slowly Donatae calmed down for Snape to explain what magic was to the best of his ability.
"Now that the explaining is over do you have any other questions?" Snape looked into his eyes.
"What's going to happen now?"
"For now we will get to know each other, and then we will come up with a story about your past, alright? But for now lets go eat, your clothes from the Dursleys were unacceptable the house elf told me so I have clothing from when I was your age for you to wear," Snape got up from the bedside and left the room.
Donatae pulled back the blankets and got out of bed. He spotted the pile of clothing on a chair in the corner and limped towards them. A white button down shirt and black slacks, Donatae quickly pulled them on. Shoes sat under the chair, Donatae made a face at them. They looked like grandpa shoes, he put them on before throwing on a wool coat and limping out of the room.
Snape was waiting for him in the hall, he frowned when he noticed the limp.
"Did you have the limp before the potion?" Donatae shook his head.
"It must be from the attack then, I'll look at it after breakfast. Follow me," Snape turned on his heel and descended the stairs, Donatae struggled to get down the stairs then his limp decided to have his leg give out.
Donatae yelped as he tumbled down the stairs and to Snape's feet.
"I didn't realize stairs had a different use," Snape sneered at the boy.
"Sorry I didn't mean to fall but my leg gave out and I fell," Donatae looked at the floor and blushed.
"Well get off the floor so we can eat," Snape continued to the kitchen leaving Donatae on the floor.
Donatae managed to get up with the help of the stairs and make his way to the kitchen, leaning heavily on the wall. His limp seemed to get worse with every step he took. He managed to find the kitchen, he sat at the right of Snape where there was an empty plate. Snape filled his plate passing each of the dishes to Donatae after he was done with them. He frowned at his son's plate looking at how empty it looked.
"I hope you'll be going for more food, Donatae. That portion won't even keep a bird alive," Snape gave his son a look.
After breakfast Snape pushed back his chair from the small square table and took their plates to the sink. Turning around he left the room without a word. Donatae stayed at the table confused and unsure of what to do. Before long Snape returned carrying a heavy book with him, he dropped it on the table making Donatae jump.
"Let me see you leg, Donatae lifted it and Snape placed it on his lap. He rolled up the pant leg and hissed at the spidery scars running along Donatae's leg.
"That wasn't there earlier," Donatae exclaimed.
"The potion is still turning you back in to your old self it did the major changes yesterday. I am not surprised, this was probably what sent you falling down the stairs," Donatae blushed at that.
Snape opened the book and read through a few pages, he groaned at his findings.
"You were hit with a bone deforming curse, it leaves a spidery scar where the victim is hit causing the bones to deform where the spell hit," Snape told him, "There is no way of healing it, the only way of dealing with it is to have you use a brace. I will fire call St. Mungos for one," Snape told him.
"Fire call? St. Mungos?" Donatae questioned.
"Fire call is like calling someone on the phone except we use a fireplace instead, and St. Mungos is a wizarding hospital," Snape explained, "I will be back shortly."
Donatae turned and looked out the window that was above the table. It faced the back yard. The yard was small and overgrown, a small brick path was being pushed out of place by growing grass, two poles stood at each corner of the fence, a fraying string connected them. The backyard looked like the house, both were grungy. Donatae turned back as Snape reentered the kitchen. He was carrying a long box.
"I have a brace," Snape place the box on the book and took out what looked like a medieval torture device.
"That looks like pain," Snape made a face at that comment.
"It will help you walk," Snape told him.
Donatae poked the shoe the brace was attached to, "You sure?"
Snape nodded and motioned for Donatae's leg. Taking his leg Snape slipped the brace on and tightened the straps.
"I hope you were paying attention to how I put this on because I won't do it again, understand?" Snape asked.
"Yes, sir," Donatae said.
"Give me your hand, I will help you up," Snape reached out his hand to Donatae and pulled him to his feet.
Snape helped him stumble around the kitchen until he got the hang of it.
"I think I've got it, and you were right it does help me walk," Donatae smiled at his father.
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Days later Donatae sat in his room reading a potions book as his father went to a before school meeting. He heard a pop from downstairs and a call for Severus, slowly he put his book down and hobbled from the room. The brace helped him walk but restricted some of his movement, which made it harder to go down stairs but he made it and continued his way to the study. A blond woman stood looking around.
Donatae came around the doorway, "He's not here, he had a meeting to attend."
The lady gasped and stared at him, "I thought Severus was lying when he said he found you. I'm your godmother Narcissa," She smiled at him.
"Donatae, nice to meet you," he kept his distance from the stranger, he didn't care if she was his godmother or not.
"I have a son your age, I'm sure you both would get along," She attempted a conversation.
Luckily Donatae was saved from a uncomfortable conversation, when Snape walked in.
"Narcissa," He bowed his head.
"Severus, it's true then?" She asked.
"Yes he is my son," He told her, "would you stay for a cup of tea?"
"Why not," She smiled and followed Snape from the room.
"Donatae are you coming?" She asked him as she passed.
"No, I am going to go finish my book. It was nice to meet you," He turned out of the room and limped to the stairs.
Frowning she made her way to the kitchen, upon entering she asked, "Why is he limping?"
"He was cursed the day his mother died," Snape place the kettle on the burner.
"How did you find him?"
"I went to give Harry Potter his letter, only to find out the letter was not addressed to him but my son," Snape smirked at her expression.
"Your son was Harry Potter," She laughed.
"We are keeping it secret, since we are unsure of who took him," he told her giving her a look.
"I will keep it secret. What's he like?" She wanted to know more about her godchild.
"He's just like Catrina, kind and smart but he hides it. I think it has to do with the muggles he was placed with," he told her smiling.
"He was placed with muggles?" She exclaimed.
"Lily Evans sister, Petunia," He told her.
"The worst I assume?" She asked.
Severus nodded.
"Oh dear," She frowned, "How is he taking the wizarding world?"
"He has his moments, he was taught to fear magic, but we're taking it slowly. He should be ready for Hogwarts once the term starts."
Narcissa shook her head all thoughts of tea forgotten, "I will ask Lucius to investigate."
She gave him a hug and left.
Severus frowned when he heard the kettle go off. He took his wand and waved it at the stove to turn it off. He left the kitchen and made his way to the base of the stairs, he hollered, "Donatae I'll be back in an hour," he heard the muffled reply of 'okay'.
Snape flooed to Gringotts and went to one of the open desks. "I wish to go to the Prince vault," he told the goblin.
"Does Mr. Prince have his key?" The goblin asked.
Severus showed the goblin his key, "Follow me."
Severus followed the goblin to the carts and got in. They made it to the vaults in record time. He handed his key to the goblin, the goblin opened the vault and motioned Severus to enter. He went in and headed to a trunk in the back.
The lid was engraved with the initials C.M.B. He opened the lid and looked at the neatly folded dresses of his late wife, but that wasn't what he was there for. Tucked in-between the two stacks of dresses was a small box. He took the box and closed the lid. He walked out of the vault nodding to the goblin, and made his way home.
