A/N: There is a section in the chapter that is a flashback. All of it will be written in italics.

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Chapter 3: The World Crumbles and Time for Change

Dudley's world was spinning around him. He just couldn't believe all that was happening this day. His father, the man that he looked up to the most in the whole world, had completely gone round the bend. It was impossible but true now that he was faced baldly with the facts that what he always was taught to believe was crumbling right before his eyes. Now he had to figure out a way to get help, and with his mother the way she was he was going to have an even harder time. Thinking back to all the things he knew about the magical world the first thought that popped into Dudley's mind was to owl someone for help, but that idea was equally squashed as he remembered that the bird was in Harry's room and there was no way that he planned on getting passed an angered Vernon. Normally he would have felt more comfortable to call the police, but the situation was just too weird, and plus his natural inhabitation of giving the neighbors something to talk about stopped him.

It wasn't until he heard the distinct cry of pain coming form Harry's room that he remembered the summer before, and how that group at the train station told the family about the owling system. They had also mentioned that the house was being kept under watch by a close friend of the headmaster of Harry's school. Quietly as possible Dudley went down the stairs and out of the house. He looked around to make sure no one was looking in his direction before walking around the house asking if any wizard or witch was around. Another shout was heard from the house and, upon hearing it Dudley made the fast conclusion that if there had been someone around their then they definitely would have already done something to investigate. Shaking his head he knew that his father had to be tiring soon, and he couldn't be found out of his room. Panic was rising in him, and he was trying his hardest to shake it off. The last time he felt this powerless was last time he had actually harmed his cousin. The night those demented things attacked, and he found out Mrs. Figg was some type of...he didn't finish the thought he only knew that their only chance was a couple of streets over, and Dudley set out into a sprint for Wisteria Lane.

Hogwarts

Severus sat in his rooms studying the documents he held and empty tumbler that had been filled with amber liquid not too long ago. His thought jumbled about the information he now had, while all along in his head the same phrase kept repeating. Harry Potter is my son. It was impossible, and yet it would definitely serve him right. The boy would probably never give him a chance, and he would lose his dream of being a father. Of course he could always use Lucius' idea, but still the magical inheritance would still pass to Harry. It was his right, and also there was no way in the world that he had other off spring that he could name before the boy's seventeenth birthday. He knew that now was the time to act, and his first thing to do was to update Lucius on what he found out, and second was to get council from his mentor and friend Albus Dumbledore.

Malfoy Manor

Severus flooed to Malfoy Manor, and was not surprised to find a house elf waiting for him in his personal room there. The elf told him that his master was expecting him and to please follow. Severus' mood and anger were alternating as the elf led him through the back tunnels to Draco's and Luce's haven away from Narcissa. She was the actual first follower of Voldemort in the house, and the men used this place as their get away. Lucius was waiting for him with a shot of fire whiskey and a beer to chase it with. Of all the things he could have picked up from the muggle world beer was the most constant, Lucius just couldn't get over the taste of it. (A/N: It must be a man thing, because I have never understood.) Severus took both, and soon was settled in the leather chair opposite his friend.

Lucius took in the pent up expression, and the general attitude of his friend, and decided to pull the only thing he knew that would keep Severus from killing him. He reminded the very pissed off and dangerous man that they were blood related. A smirk graced Severus face hearing Luce start out with a gentle reminder to the little known fact that indeed they were brothers, and as such should be able to deal with situations without physical harm coming to either of them. Shaking his head Severus stared straight at his brother and let the new out that the donation had indeed been used. His son was sixteen years old, and about to turn seventeen soon. He also let slip that he indeed knew the boy, and that there was little chance in Hell of some type of relationship forming between the two.

Not quite knowing how to respond Luce sat forward in his chair, and stupidly said something along the line of at least he didn't have a daughter. It was only a second before he realized that he got too close to Severus as he was holding his nose a split second later complaining about the punch that the smug man across from him had thrown. Severus told Luce to buck up it wasn't bleeding therefore it wasn't broken and if his luck was with him the child would have been a girl. Then he would still have the option of siring and heir. Something that Lucius had taken away from him with his little joke. Luce just sat their blinking his eyes as the realty hit that Severus was correct. This boy that the potion master had just found out about would becoming into his inheritance on his seventeenth birthday just as his son had, and there was no way that Severus could transfer the inherent magic in time. As he started to apologize he watched as Severus crossed to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder. He turned and with parting words as to seeing him later he flooed out and returned to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts

The journey up to the headmaster's office gave him the peace he needed to approach this open mindedly. If anything when you talk to Albus it is best to talk the wizard with as open a mind as possible. Approaching the gargoyle that protected the office entry the password bottle caps was snapped and he moved on to the revolving staircase. He was glad that the candy fad was over with. Albus' office was in a state of disrepair that was quite shocking, and his mentor looked quite overwhelmed as his continued trying to right the mess of his office.

Albus seeing his protégé entering thought that it was indeed time for a break, and very satisfied with the progress he was making repairing the damage from when Harry had lost his temper at the end of the school year. He gestured Severus over to the comfortable plush chairs sitting in front of a cleared fire place. With twinkling eyes and a sweep of his wand at tea tray appeared between them, along with a bowl of sherbet lemons. After settling with a cup of tea Albus decided to answer the unasked question in Severus' mind. He told about his last meeting with the Boy-Who-Lived, and the resulting trashing of his office. It was taking a while longer than Albus planned for the simple fact that while Harry didn't purposefully destroy his office the residual magic left over there was fighting with his attempts to rectifying the situation.

Severus soaked up the information quickly, and actually was not surprised to find out that his son had some type of connection to this mess. It took him a good minute after Albus finished talking to feel the intense gaze of the headmaster on him. He sighed and pulled out the folder with the documents he retrieved from the clinic. After giving a brief history lesson of his initiation and the prank played on him He handed over the file for Albus to read. While Albus read he took out his wand, and began casting a spell to release any residual magic in the room that was a reflection of the Snape gene. Surprisingly after five minutes there was a ripple in the air, and things began to repair itself all around the room. Albus who was lost looking into the file noticed the change, and as he clearly was not expecting that to happen. His gaze turned to Severus as he saw the man put his wand away realizing that Albus had not got the page of the percipients he took the file from Albus and turned to the most enlightening page and then handed it back. Of course it explained why Severus' magic worked; about what to do next stumped both men. Harry Potter the son of James and Lily Potter was Severus Snape's biological son, and he would soon begin to look very much like his father. Right as the fire place turned green there was a massive power surge that had both the Headmaster and Severus looking for the source of such powerful magic.

Wisteria Lane

Dudley sped down the street as fast as he could to the third house down. While he was running his mind was filled with a montage of information and memories of childhood.

His mother was feeding himself and Harry, both were getting the same food until hid father came storming into the room to demand why the freak was receiving his son's food. Vernon then informed Petunia that if she wanted to keep her precious nephew in their house the way he was treated was going to be dictated by him. He also saw other instances that he was in a room and magic was performed, but Harry was not. Then was the memory of his mother trying to talk to his father about his hard time with reading, and his father brushing it off as something either Harry had done or that the teacher did not like him. Other memories came through his mind, and one that stuck out was when he was only 6 years old, and asked his father what made Harry a freak. The answer was of course magic, and it was then that he remembered praying and hoping that the weird things that were happening in his room at night would stop and never come back.

He banged on the door hoping and praying at the same time that the old lady was home. Mrs. Figg was sitting down and watching a television program that she heard was all the rage in the States. Gilmore Girls was the most fascinating show to come out of those Americans in a while. At the attack on her door she grabbed a potion in her hand that she could douse the miscreant with if they were trying to harm her. To her great surprise it was that lump the Dursley's had brought up, Dudley. He looked to be very worked up about something, and she stepped back to immediately let him inside.

Dudley came inside and started talking even before the door was closed. He told of his father's abuse and that they needed help desperately. Mrs. Figg did not waste any time she grabbed the emergency floo powder that she kept and called out Hogwarts headmaster's office. At the same time as she made the floo call the foundations there in Little Surrey began to shake and the magical back lash that was coming from the residence of the Dursley's was felt everywhere in Europe and a few other countries. It's after shock wave was even more intense and was told to have been felt all the way around the world.

Mrs. Figg braced herself while her house shook she yelled out to Albus that he needed to come quickly. The quakes were coming from Harry's relatives' house, and that the boy's uncle had gone too far. Albus acknowledge that, and sent Severus for the Order while he apparated to Private Drive. While everyone was talking and moving the tremors stopped.

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