"What are you up to, Severus?" the voice didn't surprise the man it addressed.
"What's makes you think I'm up to anything?" Severus asked the other that spoke to him.
"I've known you for a while now, Severus. I know." That man that first spoke was none other than the Headmaster of a school. Not just any school, but Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"You know what's going to happen now that Sirius has escaped." The potions master told the Headmaster.
"Harry will be safe so long as he remains at the Dursley's." Albus Dumbledore assured him. Then the Headmaster noticed what was on Professor Snape's desk: a letter, a picture, and the ingredients to a locator potion. Dumbledore picked up the picture and gazed at it for a moment before he did the same to the letter. When he was done he placed both back onto the desk. "I was unaware that the Potters had another son." He said to the man making the potion. "I assume that he is the one you are worried about, then." The potions master said nothing in return, only continued to make the potion that will help him find his godson. "Has it occurred to you that Sirius might not know about the second son?"
"He was their most trusted friend. Why would they have kept this from him?" Professor Snape snapped back.
"I see your point. But if that is the case he might think that the boy is dead. Looking for him could put the boy in danger if Sirius finds out he is alive."
"Unless he already knows, then the boy would be left without protection." Severus finished putting all the ingredients together. "Unfortunately it will take a week before the potion is ready to be used to locate the boy."
"Whatever your reasons for not locating the boy before now, I hope you know why you're it doing now of all times. I'm sure he will get quite the shock when you do find him. That is, if he can do magic."
"Why wouldn't he be able to use magic?"
"Will you be bringing him here then for the school year?" the Headmaster ignored the question.
"Yes."
"I will look forward to meeting him." Then Dumbledore left.
The Professor was left to dwell in his thoughts. He didn't know why he had never tried locating his godson before. He didn't even know why he was doing it now. Yes, he had considered that locating him could put him in danger. But the thought that something could happen to him has been growing stronger over the years. The only reason he could actually come up with to justify his actions over the years was to protect Lily and her sons. But with Lily gone, all he could do now is protect her sons.
One week later
Harry, as Snape had just found out, was now staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the remainder of the summer. The Potions master made his way to his office from Dumbledore's. On his desk sat the locator potion, finally ready for use. He pulled the picture out of a drawer in his desk where he placed it a week ago. Then he dipped the photo into the potion for a few seconds and pulled in back out. On the back of the picture an address appeared.
"Now how did you get there, Johnathan?" Severus whispered to himself and he left to inform Dumbledore that he was leaving.
New York
The streets were busy with people rushing to get places and the sidewalks clogged with pedestrians. Horns blared and people shouted. Just your typical day in Manhattan. In an alley way next to an apartment building Severus disapparated. He immerged from the alley to regard the building in front of him. It wasn't the nicest apartment complex but it was nicer than some of the other ones in the area. Inside near the door sat a man at a desk. He didn't seem like a threat but Severus still approached with caution. The man looked up as he came closer.
"What can I help you with, sir?" he asked with a smile.
"I'm looking for this boy." Snape answered him, holding up the picture of Johnathan.
"Oh, little Percy Jackson. His mother, Sally, moved here a few weeks ago and he just got back from a summer camp I believe." He answered before he started looking concerned. "Why you looking for him? He isn't in trouble with the law is he?"
"No, this is about his family." Severus told him in a tone that left no room for questions or arguing. "If you could be so kind as to tell me which apartment they are in..."
"How can I be sure you're not some psycho that wants to hurt the kid?" muggles, so annoying.
"You don't."
"Fair enough. Fourth floor, number 12." He finally conceded the information. "I'll let them know they have someone coming up. Anything happens to the boy, I'm calling the cops. Just a warning."
"Consider me warned." Then he left the man at the desk and headed towards the stairs. Four floors up was his godson who won't even know who he is. Or what he is. But that was soon to change. A few minutes later he stood outside door number 12 on the fourth floor. Not long after he knocked the door opened.
Before the professor stood a young 13 year old boy with messy jet black hair, a bright smile, and the greenest eyes. He looked exactly like he did in the picture. When the young boy saw who was at the door his smile disappeared and he got a confused look on his face.
"Is it Halloween already?" he asked Severus, who just raise an eyebrow at the child.
"Percy, who is it?" a woman called from inside the apartment. The smell of food wafted into the hall.
"Uh…" the boy, Percy as they know him, said unsure and a beautiful lady appeared in the doorway behind him. The woman had dark brown hair that had a few streaks of gray despite her young age and she also had green eyes close to the color of the boy's. If the Professor didn't know any better he himself would have believed the two were related.
"Really Percy? I doubt his name is Uh." She said as she gently pushed the boy back inside. "Now go set the table. So what can I help you with?"
"I am Professor Snape and I teach at a school in Scotland. I'm also an old friend of your son's mother." Severus said. "His real mother." At that the color drained from her face. She took a ragged breathe.
"You're going to take him away, aren't you?" she asked but the tone she used made it sound like she already knew the answer.
"Not yet." He answered. "Might I come in and talk with Percy?" she just nodded mutely and stepped aside to let him in and closed the door before leading him to the kitchen. In the doorway stood 'Percy' and from the look on his face, one could tell he overheard what was said.
"Percy?" the woman tried to say.
"You're not my mom?" he asked her with a hint of betrayal in his eyes.
"I'll give the two of you a moment." Severus told them and left to sit in the living room. Looking around he could tell that Sally and Johnathan were close. On a mantle were several pictures of the two of them together. One they were in front of a Christmas tree, Johnathan looked to be about four. Another showed the two of them at a beach with a sand castle between them, Johnathan was six or seven. In another it was just of the boy at age three at the beach sitting in the sand and hugging a crab. That one enticed a smile from the man. Next to that was a more recent picture of his godson with a curly haired boy and a blonde girl, they were all wearing an orange shirt and in the background was what looked like cabins. The man at the desk downstairs had said he just got back from a summer camp.
After about thirty minutes Johnathan entered the living room and stood across from the professor. The two regarded each other. The boy's expression was guarded.
"Explain." The boy finally spoke.
"What do you know about witches and wizards?" the man asked.
"They're fairy tales." Johnathan rolled his eyes. "What about them? No wait, let me guess. You're a wizard." Instead of giving a verbal response the potions master pulled out his wand. Muttering a spell he pointed it at one of the pictures on the mantle; that picture then floated over into Johnathan's hands. He stared at it a minute before he looked back up. "Doesn't prove anything. You could have rigged something up while my mom and I talked." His mom that statement caught the teacher's attention. So Johnathan wasn't about to stop loving the woman that raised him. That kind of loyalty would serve him well in Hufflepuff.
"You think so?" Snape asked perplexed.
"I have some friends from summer camp that are pranksters and they could rig up some pretty impressive stuff so a floating picture isn't all that farfetched." Prankster friends, maybe he could get along with the Weasley twins as well.
"Perhaps a different approach." Severus said before holding his wand out to the boy. "You mother was a witch, so it stands to reason that you have magic as well, so the wand will work for you."
"And if it doesn't?" came the skeptic question.
"Then I am in serious need of mental help." The man remembered first meeting the boy's mother and what she had told him the first time he had tried to tell her about magic. She believed him after he showed her that he was like her. Johnathan seemed to think it over.
"What if I don't have magic? Then what?" he challenged the professor.
"Tell me, has anything ever happened to you that you couldn't explain. Some strange phenomenon that occurs whenever you're angry or scared." After a minute of thought he hesitantly took the wand in his left hand. It was then that Severus noticed that Johnathan's right hand was in a bandage.
"So what do I do?" Johnathan asked as he examined the wand.
"Try giving it a wave." And he did, across the room the china cabinet exploded. We both just gaped at it in shock. Yes I had expected something to happen but not for something to blow up. Mrs. Jackson is not going to like this. As expect the woman appeared in the room.
"What is going on in here?" she asked, and then seemed to notice the remains of her china cabinet. Sally crossed her arms and gave the two of us a stern look and Severus felt like he was back in McGonagall's class. "I'll ask again: what is going on in here?"
"Um…..magic." Johnathan answered, smiling sheepishly.