Hello there everybody, I'm back from the dead, or at least it seems that way. I hope you like this chapter and enjoy it! I'll see you next time! Fighting!

Safe At Home

Chapter 4

The landing was anything but graceful for Severus. He landed and landed hard. The force of the landing made him fall to the floor with huge thump, he was sprawled out on the ground. The grassy ground met his face, jarring the bruises on it, he let out a yelp of surprise as he fell and a groan of pain when he met ground. If this was how Wizards traveled then he hated it. He was pulled up by the bottom of his armpits and set on his feet. He felt the sweet wash of magic wash over him, it left a tingle on his skin as his clothes righted themselves and his hair and clothes became clean. He looked up at Abraxas and the man offered him a small smile, one he returned.

Abraxas offered his hand to the small boy and lead him to the front of the manor that sat before them. "Your Grandfather's name is Octavius Prince, he is still the current Lord of the family and your uncle's name is Alexander Prince. Both work in the our worlds hospital, your grandfather is just recently retired as a healer and your uncle is currently a lawyer."

They got to the front and Abraxas knocked on the door. A small wrinkly creature meet them at the door. It only came up to Severus' waist, and that was saying something! The little thing had on what looked like a very fine black silk pillow case with a small script like P embroidered over its heart. It large watery blue eyes stared at them with wonder as it tugged on one of its large floppy ears. "What can Haze do for you masters?" It asked it a soft squeaky voice. It sounded female to Severus.

"We wish to speak with your lord of the house if you will direct us to him?"

"Haze be doing that. Do come in." The small creature opened the door for them to enter the manor. They walked through the door and Severus could help but stop and stare at all the beautiful things that decorated the walls; paintings, tapestries, swords and knives, along with thing Severus couldn't describe. 'How strange, do all wizard homes look like this?' He thought to himself. They were led up a large grand staircase and into a study off the second floor. The little creature opened the door for them to enter and announced them to her master. "Lord Malfoy and company be here to speak to you master. Haze be getting tea for yous." The little thing bowed out and left.

The man sitting behind the desk looked up from his paper work at them and waved them over to sit in the seats in front of him. He had dark hair and dark blue eyes, his features made him known that he was related to Severus' mother. "What can I do for you today Abraxas? And who is this...young man?" He gave Severus a long look up and down, taking in his worn out clothes and bruised face. He probably thought this lord had brought him a tramp. To Severus, this was extremely insulting. His dad did what he could for clothes for him and he sure as hell was going to let this man assume anything about his bruises. He could kiss his a-

"This is Severus Snape, a young wizard I stopped by to meet. The board sent me to take care of him since all the other teachers are busy preparing for the new year and helping others."

"Playing errand boy for them now are you Abraxas? Oh, how the mighty have fallen." The man said it teasingly. "What is it I can do for you?" He sat back in his chair and gazed at them down his nose.

"I actually wanted you to meet him. Octavius Prince meets Severus Snape; son of Eileen Snape née Prince." To say Abraxas shocked the man silent was an understatement, being a pureblood the man had to know how to hide what he was really thinking from the world. The thought of his grandson of a daughter he threw out was a shock for his old heart.

Severus didn't know this man. His Mom had never talked about him before. He had never really met anyone from her side of the family. For all he knew, the man was going to throw him out just as he had done his mother. "Hello Sir, my name is Severus Tobias Snape. It's nice to meet you."

The man just nodded to him, opening his mouth to say something but closing it after a moment. He drew in a sharp breath and gave a sigh. "The pleasure is mine. I am Octavius Prince, the lord of the most noble and ancient house of Prince."

Abraxas looked between the boy and his now discovered Grandfather and could feel the awkward silence in the air. "Well, now that we're all on track of who everyone is; let me tell you why young Severus and I are here." He pulled a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Octavius. "Young Severus here has been accepted to Hogwarts for schooling. His father though, is unable to pay for him to attend. Eileen made sure that his way for the first few years were paid for but after that is not and as for his school supplies, his father is unable to attend to those. He can't pay for much of them. We have come to plead for help for young Severus. you know as well as I do what happens to those students who take the grants and loans. Most can't keep up with having to pay it back."

Octavius looked over to the pair and sighed again. He had failed his daughter by abandoning her to the world without a penny for her name. He didn't even know she had passed away. Even without money, she still found a way to pay for her son's education, or at least the first few years. He did know what happened to the children that had to take out loans had no way to pay for them afterwards at times because after they graduated they couldn't find a job in their world.

His grandson would be fighting an uphill battle if he went in without financial backing of his family and the fact that he was a halfblood and unclaimed by his pureblood family. His house would be a problem too, in every house there was a prejudice concerning half bloods and purebloods. Severus was unclaimed, he would be nothing but a cast out if he didn't take the boy in. Mocked by his peers because he came from a poor background and from a disowned member of a noble pureblood line.

He let out a sigh and came to a decision, he couldn't let the boy drown in their world without someone there to save him. He looked at the young boy and took in the state of his clothes. "Severus, do you know anything about our family or about the wizarding world?"

"I-I know that there is a school I have to go to to train myself and my magic, and that if I don't learn how to control it then it can hurt me. My mummy never told me much about you or anyone one else though." He looked down at his hand, picking the dirt from in between his nails. "No wait," he looked up at his grandfather in the eyes, "She did talk about her mother though. How she used to show my mummy magic and how to do little spells without a wand. She said just little ones. She showed me how to do some of them."

"What kind of spell did she show you?" asked Abraxas. He was curious about that, wandless magic was hard for adults and though children did it often, it was outbursts when they got emotional. They rarely had control over it.

Severus cupped his hands together and concentrated on them. He made little flowers appear and dance around in the palm of his hand. He had shown Lily this and she was excited to learn it to. He put more power into it and made the flowers turn into little dolls made from them and begin to dance with one another. He let them do one last twirl and then turn to what looked like glitter and fall from between his fingers. He looked up at the two men as they stared right back at him with an awed look on their faces. He gave a small tentative smile to them. "T-That's about all I am able to do really."

His grandfather was the first to recover from his shock and nodded at him. "That was very good Severus. Not many your age would be able to control their magic like that. Not many adults even. You are a very talented boy." Severus smiled at that. He wasn't told that often. "Your mother taught you that?"

He nodded his head at that. "She liked to show me little tricks when I was sad. I liked his one the best."

"Severus, for me to help you with school, I have to take you into the family. You are the only heir to be born for this family at the moment. If my son ever has children, they will take that place, but until then, you are the only one to fill the spot. For me to accept you into the family, you have to come and live here with me."

At hearing his grandfather say that, Severus began to panic. Live with this man. He didn't even know him. He would have to leave his daddy. He couldn't leave him all on his own, he just couldn't. He was all the family his father had left. His daddy was all he had left when it came to his small family. This man in front of him didn't count as family, he wasn't there when he was growing up. He wasn't there when his mummy had died. He wasn't there when his father began to hit him. He wasn't there when he was scared of being in his own home. He wasn't there.

Though he didn't like his daddy at times, he was always there. He was a constant in his life. Like how his Lily Flower was. He loved his daddy with all his heart. He wasn't always a nice man, but he knew he was trying his best to keep himself together. He didn't want to leave his daddy. He couldn't leave him. He was as strung up on his father as his father was on him.

"I-I can't do that." He whisper out to the older man.

"Do what Severus?" asked Abraxas.

"Live with him." He said as he looked at the older man next to him. "I can't do that. My Daddy needs me with him. He needs to know that I won't leave him. That going to school won't take me away from him. I can't."

Octavius leaned forward in his chair and stared at the young man, his eyes narrowing. "Do you understand what that will mean Severus? What it means to turn down my offer?"

"This is what you need Severus, you need to do this to be able to go to Hogwarts." Abraxas tried to convince the young boy.

All their talking did was anger Severus. They didn't understand, they didn't know what would happen to his daddy if he left him. They didn't know! "You don't understand! I can't!" He got out of his chair, jumping to his feet. "My Daddy needs me, he needs me!" Slapping his hand against his chest as he said this.

"Severus, I'm sure that's what it feels like, but your father is a grown man and can look after himself." Abraxas said soothingly. "You need to think about your future. You belong in this world, not the one you're living in right now."

Severus turned to the man, his face scrunched up in anger. Why didn't they understand him. They acted like they knew him. He had just met them today, hadn't even known them for more than three hours even. He opened his mouth to say something to them when his grandfather beat him to the punch.

"Severus, let me ask you something." The young boy turned to him, his face still pinched in what was supposed to be a glare. "How did you get that bruise?"

It shocked Severus, silence drew between all of them. He didn't want to answer that. "I-I-I" He didn't know what to say.

"Did your father hurt you Severus? Did your dad hit you?" the man kept talking though. He kept asking questions. "Severus, did he hurt you? Does your father hit you often? Is it because you have magic? Severus-"

"SHUT UP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. These men knew nothing! They didn't know what kind of man his father was. They didn't know! "You don't know ANYTHING! You don't know me or my Daddy! You have no right to ask me anything! You are the one that abandoned my Mummy and Daddy when they married. I don't know you! My Daddy is a good man, he has his problems like anyone else, but he tries." Silence enveloped them again, Severus was tired, he wanted to go home now. Right now. He turned to Abraxas. " Want to go home now please."

"Severus-" The man tried to speak but Severus cut him off.

"I want to go home now please." He said louder. He knew it was wrong to yell at an adult, he knew it was impolite and that he should say sorry to his grandfather and Abraxas. They were only trying to help him. But he was just so angry at them. So, so angry. He felt like he was going to explode. He hadn't felt like this since his mummy had died and a the pastor at that conducted her service tried to tell his daddy to give him to a children's home because he knew he couldn't support and raise Severus right without a mother.

He was so angry then too, he had gotten mad and felt the same thing he did now. Like fire was building up inside of him, or a monster that lived in his chest was trying to get out and break free. He had felt his magic building then, wanting to come out, making his skin tingle then burn. That day he had caused all the candles that were lit in the church to blow out and the church to shake with the same anger as now. The only thing that stopped it was his father picking him up and holding him tight. They never went back to church after that. He had known he had scared his father that day too. He felt like that right now too though.

The glass on the windows began to shake, Severus tried to control his breathing, it was too hard though. There was just so much anger building up for him. He wanted to go home. He would face his father's anger when he got there if it meant he would be away from this man. He didn't want to be here anymore.

He was about to say something again when the door to the office opened and a man walked in. He took a look at the people in the room, his eyes going to the young boy that seemed to be the source of the shaking of his home. He walked over to him and knelt in front of Severus. "Hey there, how's it going?" The man was nice, soft spoken and gentle with his words. "What's your name?"

Severus looked him in the eyes and felt a calmness wash over him, his anger flowing away from him. The man gripped his shoulders and rubbed them softly. Severus' breath evened out and he felt nice again. He looked into the man's eyes seeing the same color eyes of his mother's staring back at him. The man's face looked like his mother's too. It dawned on him then, this was his uncle. "S-Severus, my name is Severus."

The man smiled at him, ruffling his hair. "It's nice to meet you Severus, my name is Alexander. What's making you upset here?" The question was asked innocent enough but Severus didn't really want to respond.

"I would like to go home to my Dad, Mr. Malfoy won't take me though." Severus looked to the side of him, staring at a bookshelf. He didn't want to look at anyone right now. "I just want to go home, will you please take me Mr. Alexander?"

"Of course I will, if you want me to."

"Yes please."

"Very well then, why don't you say goodbye to Lord Malfoy and Prince."

Severus turned slightly towards them and nodded his head, "Goodbye, and thank you for talking to me." With that he turned to Alexander and followed him out of the study. They walked in silence as they exited the mansion and walked off the grounds.

"Can you tell me where you live so I can take you there? Otherwise we'll need to take the knight bus." He waited patiently for the answer, in no hurry to go anywhere in particular.

"I live on Spinner's End."

"Ah, I know the place you're speaking of, we can apparate right outside of it. You can show me where you live, and I can make sure you get home okay." He held out his hand for Severus to take. He grasped it tight as he felt the tug he did before when he arrived. It was a collage of colors later he found himself down the street from his home. It wasn't that far away. "Lead the way my kind sir." Alexander swept his hand in a dramatic motion and pushed Severus to lead the way.

They walked in silence, neither feeling like they need to speak. Severus finally came up to the front door to his home. He could see the light on in the kitchen from here, his daddy was home then. there would be trouble if he knew where Severus was today, or who he was with. He looked over to the man, and stopped walking. "I can go from here, I don't need your help anymore. Thank you for taking me home." Severus began to walk towards his house but the man was still following him. He stopped again and Looked back at him with frustration. "You can leave now, I know my way home now. Thank you but can you leave now."

Alexander didn't budge though and kept following Severus. "I can see that you know your way home. I just want to make sure you get to your door okay and I would like to have a word with your father."

Severus stopped in his tracks and looked up to his uncle. "M-My father doesn't like magic all too much." He saw the door open and his father step out onto their porch.

"Severus, get over here now." His voice wasn't angry but worried. He was looking at the man standing next to him. He didn't know him and all he knew was that Severus was talking to a stranger that could hurt him. Severus ran over to his dad , the man catching him and bringing him up to carry him on his hip. He pushed his hair from his forehead and winced when he saw the bruises covering his son's face. Tobias moved further up his porch and towards his front door. He looked over to the man and nodded towards him. "Who are you? You look familiar."

Alexander nodded his head and bowed slightly in acknowledgement. "My Name is Alexander Prince. I would like to have a word with you regarding your son and you. If you'll have me that is."

Tobias looked the man up and down. 'Prince.' he thought to himself. Prince was his wife's maiden name. She was his everything, he knew she had a brother but he had never met him before. "Yeah, I'll Talk to you." He opened the door wider, letting the man in behind him. He pointed towards the kitchen with a nod of his head. "Wait in there. I'm getting my son cleaned up." Alexander nodded and moved into the kitchen.

Tobias took Severus up the stairs and laid him on the bed in his own room. He treated him like a baby. Stripping him of his clothes and going into his bathroom and starting the bath. Once it was filled he placed his son in it. He washed his body but left his hair alone. There was no need for it. The bath itself took all of ten minutes, after he was done Tobias took his son back into the room and dressed him. He was set in the bed and tucked in. "You're going to wait right here, you hear me?" Severus nodded his understanding, and with a quick nod to his son he left the room to meet the man who had followed his son.

Alexander was standing right where he had left him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter by the stove. Tobias gave him a sceptical look and motioned for him to sit at the table. When he was seated, Tobias rounded him, pulling two glasses from the cupboard, filling them with water and handing one to the other man. "You said you wanted to talk to me about my son. What… What exactly about?" there was a lingering pause after he had spoken.

Alexander leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table and linking his fingers together. "I'm more than sure that your son has received his letter inviting him to attend Hogwarts. And by his reaction to me wanting to speak about anything pertaining to magic around you has be believing you did not take it to well."

"My son is not going to that school. I don't want him attending that. Magic...that stuff brings nothing but trouble in my eyes." Tobias took a sip of his water, really wishing he could have something stronger. He wanted to try not drinking for now though. With this man here, one he knew nothing about, he wanted to have his wits about him. If that meant being sober for the moment then so be it.

"What exactly is your concern about magic?" Alexander pushed.

Tobias banged his fist on the table suddenly, "Stop saying that word!"

"My apologies, I would like to know what it is you have against it. M-these gifts exist in a small group of people in our world. To deny them is the same as to deny that you need air to breathe."

"What my son can do is beautiful. His mother taught him some tricks before she passed. How to concentrate it and make something out of nothing. He likes making flowers into crowns the most. I know that girl he plays with has the same… gifts. It is not them I am afraid of or against." He took a sharp breath and stared down at his hands on the table. "When my wife got sick, I knew she had family that could have helped her. She spoke of her father and mother once or twice. Never spoke of siblings or friends. She had told me of how to get to you world, how to contact you. I sent a message to try and contact someone, a letter to her father, a letter to your hospital. No one came though. I got a letter back from her father, saying that he had no responsibility to her anymore. That she had made her choices, to lay with a filthy muggle. What became of her was of no consequence to him. I tried and I tried to get someone to help when the doctors said there was nothing they could do for her. And when she did pass… a letter from a relative i believe came saying they would more than willing to take my son off my hands. It said that even though he was a lowly half blood from a disowned whore of a pureblood daughter, they would take him. I didn't even entertain the idea for a millisecond. My boy is all I have in this world now. Magic did nothing to save my wife. No one came to her aid. She and my son are nothing but dirt under a boot in the eyes of the world you live in. I will not allow my son to be tortured like that." his words held a force behind them, determination.

"So you keep your son at your side, by force if necessary. Then what? Do not illude yourself into thinking that the bruises and markings are not noticed and seen by others. Either he gets into fights with other boys around the neighborhood, which seems unlikely, or you have marked your boy so. If you love him so much, why would you hurt him so?"

"My son is a good boy. He does as he's told, he listens. It's not his fault that he's stuck with me. I...I have a hard time most days… huh" he chuckled at his words. "I have bad days period. I feel this darkness inside of me, it boils and boils in me. For the most part I can keep a lid on it. Eileen was good at helping it stay at bay, and my boy, my boy is such a kind heart. Drink numbs the pain of being alone, of being a failure to my family. But it does nothing for my control. He-he is always there, so easy to push around, so easy to hit and strike. He listens so readily whatever fire is there in his eyes is gone, and in my own twisted way, I know that this, this right here will keep him to me. If he fears me, then he will stay, he won't leave me and I won't be alone."

There was a silence that enveloped them. "Think about what's good for your son Mr. Snape. Think of what your son needs. I can understand that you wish for him to stay with you. No parent ever wants their child to grow and leave them. But the way things are right now, the way things are going, this is not what is best for that little child. He needs to learn that there is more to this world than just these four walls of this house, than just your fists and your love. I know for a fact that he loves you with his entire being, but I also that he hold a great amount of fear for you as well. Let him learn what he is, let him learn that there is so much more than what is in front of him. Children that do not learn how to control their magic, that do not find a safe output for it, die slow and painful deaths. I am more than sure you do not wish that upon him."

Tobias nodded. He never wanted his son to be harmed, even when he was the one to harm him. "What can I do?" He didn't know what to do, what to say, what was needed. He didn't know.

"You can start by allowing him to go to the school, to give him your blessing rather than your contempt." Tobias nodded along with the words. He could try and do that. "Next would be to stop drinking. You seem like a kind man as you are, but drunk, I can see you turn into something you do not care much for. Can you do that?"

Tobias looked up and into the man's eyes. Could he? It was so hard to go a day without dulling his senses with alcohol. He wanted to though, god did he not want to need something like that to get through the day. "I can try."

"I asked can you, not if you would try. Will you stop drinking?"

"Yes."

"Good, After that, I would like to sponsor your son through school."

There was a silence that enveloped the again. Tobias had to ask something. He had to know. "You're Eileen's brother aren't you? Or at least you're related to her in some way or another."

"Yes, I am her brother. She and I were close when we were young, and while we were at school. When we became adults though, with our careers and life choices we drifted apart. When she married you, it was out of love. Our father wanted to marry her off to a man half her age older, to for an alliance between our families. As you may know, that didn't work out so well. He disowned her, shunned her from the family. He made it so that none of us could talk to her. I tried to make him see that it was a mistake to do that to her, but he just made it so I could never speak, hear, or see anything related to her. I wasn't even in England when she died, I was in America working. He didn't tell me until I arrived home a year later. I miss her greatly, and If I am able to help you son I wish to. I am the heir to my family with no heirs of my own. I don't want to marry a woman that has no feelings for me. If you would allow it, I would make you son my heir. I would train him to in the ways he needs to learn, prepare him."

Tobias leaned back in his chair and looked at the man with a knitted brow. Could he let his son go? "Would you take him away to live with you?"

"Yes, I would need to. As my heir, I would become his magical guardian, in the magical world I would have the last say in what ever needs to be done with him. But that does not mean I would take you away from him. A boy needs his father. I would like to offer you a place at my home where you would be close to him. I live in a mixed village that has both my kind and yours. Please consider this." Alexander placed a card on the table and slid it over to Tobias. It had his name and a phone number printed on it. "I'm a lawyer. I deal with all kinds of people. I work out of my my home. I have more than enough room in my home for you and your son ten times over. Please consider my offer Mr. Snape. I loved my sister more than you will ever know and it hurts to say that I was not able to help her in her time of need. Let me repay her memory by helping the two people she loved more than anything in the world, the two she gave up everything she had for." Alexander stood and fixed his coat over himself. "I must leave for now. I do hope to hear from you Mr. Snape. -"

"Tobias."

"What?"

"Please, call me Tobias."

"Then I must insist you call me Alexander or Alex."

The two men shook hands and Tobias walked him to the door, closing and locking it behind the man. He leaned his head against it. 'What am I supposed to do?' he thought to himself. He went back to his kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the cabinet. He looked down at the liquor. He watched the amber liquid swish back and forth as he shook it. He needed to make a decision, he needed to make it now. He moved over to the table and sat heavily in the old wooden chair with the bottle and a glass sitting in front of him. It felt like he had swallowed rocks and they were sitting heavy in his stomach. The more he looked at the bottle, the more he wanted to toss it across the room. The more he stared at it, the more he hated himself.

What a selfish man he was. He was so self centered and single minded. God help him. His son feared him when he saw a bottle sitting in front of him or when he smelled like a bar. The child knew what would happen if he stood too close or spoke too loudly. Yet he stood close by, worried for him, he asked if he was okay, tried to help him through his drunken stupor into his bed or even just the couch. For his efforts, he beat his child, hit and punished his child for just being there and being an easy target.

The bottle before him was wicked thing. He didn't know if he could do this though. Could he change, could he give up this crutch he had? He would have to. This life, whatever life this was, could not go on the way it was. He needed to do this. If not for himself, than for the child that slept upstairs in his bed. He stood from the table and grabbed the bottle. He held it tightly in his hand and tossed it across the room, making it crash against the wall and shatter on the floor, spilling the amber liquid and glass across the floor. He stalked to the cabinets and started to toss the different bottle of liquor into the sink. Some smashing and shattering while others stood intact.

By the time he was done, He had gotten a hold of himself. HIs breathing was ragged, short and maybe a little shallow. He could feel his anger grow, and it was directed at himself. He could hide at the bottom of a bottle anymore. When he finally caught his breath he turned to see Severus standing at the entrance of the kitchen staring at him with wide eyes. His son's eyes wandered the kitchen, looking at the pile of bottles in the sink and the shattered one one the floor.

"A-Are you okay Daddy?" His voice shook a bit with fear. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what decision his father had come to.

Tobias opened and closed his mouth a few times, not sure how to answer. "I-I…." He looked around himself, eyeing the mess he made in his fit. "I thought I would get some cleaning done."

"It doesn't look much like cleaning Daddy. It looks more messy than it was a while ago. Do you need help." As he spoke, his voice rose from a whisper to have more strength behind it.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I made more of a mess of the kitchen than it was before." He raised his hand when Severus made to step inside the kitchen. "No, don't come in here, There's glass on the floor. Stay right there. Better yet."

He went and picked up his son and took him into the living room. When he settled him on the couch on his lap facing him, he began to talk again. "Severus," he said quietly. "You know I love you more than anything else in this world right?" The boy nodded in understanding. "I love you so so much Severus."

Severus was a little worried by this. His Daddy told him he loved him often. But why was he talking like this? What was the matter? "Daddy, is something wrong? Did something bad happen?"

Tobias smiled. "No, nothing happened. Nothing is wrong. I just want you to know that I love you."

"I know Daddy, I love you more than anything too."

"I'm glad to hear that Severus." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-I thought about you going to school."Silence sat between them for a few seconds. Tobias didn't know how to say this, and Severus didn't want to interrupt and change whatever his father was thinking. "I know that you want to go to that school, I know that you want to really badly. I can't say that I'm too happy with you going behind my back to meet that man but I can understand why you did it. You have to understand Severus, I'm scared. I'm scared of you leaving me, and never coming back. You may not understand this too well right now, but the thought of you leaving me, finding out that you don't need me or that you want better than I can give you is terrifying for me. You're all i have left in this world." He drew a deep breath. "But you do deserve better than what I give you. You deserve better than me coming home drunk and hitting you. You deserve the sun, the moon and the stars. You should never have to fear me coming home late and what I'll do to you. You should never fear your father, you should never be afraid to come home."

Severus just stared into his father's eyes. He didn't know why he was saying these things. "I want you to go to this school Severus. You need to go there and learn all you can about your...gifts.-"

"I don't want to anymore."

"What?"

"I don't want to go to hogwarts anymore."

"Why?"

"The-The men I met today, I met mommy's dad. He- He wanted to take me away from you, he didn't want me with you. I can't leave you, not like how those ladies at church wanted me to leave you. You're my Daddy, I need you and you need me. He's mean and I don't want to leave you. I hate him."

"Severus, it's okay to be angry at people, to dislike them, but hate is a very strong word. You don't throw it around easily. You never have to fear about leaving me. You're not the adult, I am. I'm supposed to take care of you, not the other way around. Do you understand that?" Severus nodded. "You needed t do what you need to do I will always be by your side, on your team. All you have to do is make the choices you think are best for you. Going to this school is what's best for you Severus."

"But I have to ask him to take me, I don't like him Daddy."

Tobias smiled, "You don't have to talk to your grandfather about this Severus. The man that came with you earlier, he's...well he's your uncle. He said he would give you a place to stay and sponsor your way through school."

"I don't want to leave you though, I don't want to live somewhere without you." Hugged his dad tight. Squeezing as tight as he could.

HIs dadLs chest rumbled as he chuckled lightly. "How do you expect to go to your school if you don't want leave me. Are you going to hold my hand all the time at school?" He patted and smoothed out his hair. "Your uncle, Alexander, gave both of us a place to stay in his home. If you want to go to this school, we will make this journey together."