Okay I am back! I am writing! I am also scared shittless for my Trails exams, which are in a few weeks so I will only write on weekends! Sorry if that disappoints!

Now, let us go on with the story! Yay!

Hadrian yawned as he stretched leisurely, sighing happily as the sun light bathed his face as it rose over the mountains –Hadrian had no idea where exactly in the dungeon his room was, but since his father knew he adored both the sun rise and sun set, he had had the house elves spell a window onto the wall that followed the sun, and at night he only had to touch the 'window' and he could move his view to practically anywhere outside the castle. It was a very nice window.

He sat up, pushing his sleep messed hair over his shoulder, grimacing at the thought of having normal hair; his hair never tangled to the points of evil knots, tangles yes, hair that looked like he had been electrocuted, yes, but never knots. That was a terrifying thought. He knew Draco's hair, which reached just past hid shoulders and it was not as lucky as his own hair… in fact…

"Shit!" Draco's voice shouted from across the apartment, and Hadrian jumped out of bed, a huge smile on his face at his friend's misfortune. He peeked around Draco's room, smirking at his friends muttering. "Ag, maybe I should just cut it." He muttered, tugging angrily at the hairbrush in his hair.

"Oh you won't do that, I mean, Fred and George really seemed to like it." Hadrian said, smiling as Draco spun around and pouted at him, a flush over his cheeks.

"Help me!" Draco whined, giving his friend a sad puppy eyed look. This puppy dog eyes was much better than his other version, more effective too. With an exaggerated fake sigh Hadrian walked forward and ran his fingers through the platinum blond hair, causing Draco to sigh happily, as whisper thin shadows eased the knots; it was why Hadrian didn't get knots, the shadows helped; Hadrian was still learning how to consciously control the shadow realm, though his father had instilled very quickly that he was to control his temper around others, as it wouldn't do to have his shadows react or kill the person by accident.

After finishing with Draco's hair, he went in to his own room and to his bathroom, he showered quickly, and went to get dressed; he stopped as his eyes landed on the bedside table, and by extension, the rose.

It was bigger, with two stems instead of one, and still the two seemed to be missing something, Hadrian mused, and he smiled suddenly, hands darkening as shadows gathered. He had an idea, and hoped he was right! He lowered his hands, letting the shadows merge with the soil and fire-

A flash of power surged from the three elements as they connected, and Hadrian crumbled to the floor as the rose seemed to grow.

A short way away in the dungeons and high up in a tower, two boys shot up from their beds, franticly looking around as they felt something big, something unknown.

~888~

Severus was setting up his classroom for the first lesson, dreading the evil twins who had somehow made it through to the N.E. with what seemed like minimal effort. It was to be expected though, having seen the pranks those boys thought up; he had made a deal with them that as long as they did not use their pranks on him more than twice a month, he would help them if they had too much trouble with a potion prank.

Just as he was about to cast the last ward when Draco crashed into the room, so disheveled and out of breath that Severus was instantly alert; Draco said the one word that did not need a reason but simply propelled him into action.

"Rian!"

They ran towards the private rooms, quietly glad that they met no one, but knowing they would not have even cared who saw them in their current state of distress; all that mattered was getting to Hadrian.

Severus barreled into their rooms, bypassing the common room and bursting into his sons dark room; he saw the quiet heap on the floor, and felt his throat close as he knelt beside his child, holding the smaller body gently against his own as he pushed the dark hair with trembling hands gently from the motionless face of his son.

He looked up at Draco, ready to demand what had happened to his son; but he stopped, words hanging tediously on the tip of his tongue, when he saw the look of wander, eyes fixed on something behind him.

He turned, his son still held tightly in his arms, when he saw something that both calmed him and took his breath away.

The wall was teeming with activity next to Hadrian's bed, the was transformed into a wall of roses and vines, fire licking calmly at the stone and gravel, and shadows intertwining and twisting with fire and gravel. Severus sighed, pulling out his wand and reviving his son.

"He is okay, Draco and it was just the first connecting with his ma... With his mate's..." Severus trailed off, realization pulling a sort of anxious dread through him. "His mates are at Hogwarts!" He groaned as Hadrian sat up, confusion plain on his face.

"What happened?" He asked, obviously surprised to find himself with Draco and his father sitting around him.

"Will you tell me who your mates are now?" Draco burst out, bouncing up and down. "Then we can go find them and-"

"No." Severus cut in, startling both boys. "it is an instinctual tradition for the dominant to woo the submissive, and in the case were there is more than one dominant they have to challenge one another and 'fight' for you, releasing their aggression; if you were to tell them they are both your mate, they will have worked none of the aggression off and will reject one another…" he looked up at Hadrian, taking note of how pale his son had become. "When this happens, they reject you, even without meaning to, and it could kill you."

Draco was holding his friend up as he thought about his mates not accepting one another, and felt as though his heart was being squeezed in a fist made of cold steel. He looked up as his father continued.

"You must wait until they fight – you will know when this happens and will be able to find them – and you must watch-" he held up his hand as Hadrian looked ready to argue. "You must step in only if they plan to kill each other, and only then; it will happen, and it is the only way. For now you must be content with the courting process."

Hadrian looked upset, but he wouldn't – couldn't – argue with his father on the matter, instead he nodded, sighing softly.

"You won't lose them, Rian… so put on a smile; are you forgetting that the paper is due this morning?" Severus smiled as his son indeed perked up, a bright smile on his lips.

"Yip" he chirped, rushing to his wardrobe and putting on his uniform. He quiet liked how it looked on him now; the silky black fabric hugging his curvaceous body in all the right places. His hair was still very long, and he couldn't help but smile as Draco did his hair, piling it on top of his head in a twisting mass of thick braids and allowing a few artfully stray strands of midnight black hair hang loose. He had slept with his medallion on, so he didn't have to worry about his wings – even though they did feel a bit cramped under the spell – and so simply looked rather high up. He hugged his father, and dragged Draco with him to the hall.

Hadrian ignored the odd looks he was getting – he was in red and gold after all – as he sat down next to Draco at the slytherin table. He was mildly surprised when a pug faced girl – he mildly remembered her name as Pandy, or Puala, or something strange like that – glare at him hatefully and hiss. "Why are you here slut, don't you know Draco isn't interested in Gryffindor girls?"

Hadrian blinked for half a second, before bursting into hysterical laughter. "While that is very true, what-ever-your-name-is, but what does that have to do with me?" he taunted, smirking evilly at her. "I'm a boy after all."

She looked furious as Hadrian blatantly disregarded her name, but seemed a mix of stunned – the same with several boys, except Blaise who was watching Hadrian hungrily – and furious. She was about to retort when the owl post arrived, and Hedwig flew in with a the others; Hadrian ignored the confused looks he was getting – particularly from the head table and Gryffindor – as he petted her, smirking as Miss Pug – it suited her – huffed and snapped the Daily Prophet from the poor owl that had landed in front of her; she stared at the front page for a few moments before paling drastically and looking back up at the green eyed winggnatt. Hadrian ignored her, smirking down at his own paper.

HARRY POTTER REVIELS TRUE HERITAGE

It was revealed just a few short hours ago that a young man who used to be known as Harry James Potter has been deceived his whole life; to protect the boy and his father from the dark lord muggleborn witch Lily Anne Snape nee Evens – you read that right ladies and gentlemen – deceived all when she went to her friend James Potter. She had been pregnant with one Severus Snape's son when the two staged a fake wedding, and birthed her son under a false name.

It seems that if one had just checked the magically updating birth certificates everyone would have found out a lot faster.

Harry Potter is truly Hadrian Tobias Snape, some of lily and Severus Snape. It was said by gringots goblin that young Mr. Snape has been made the legal and magical heir of the Potter estates, as well as emancipated; this makes Mr. Snape most likely the richest man under 16 in the UK.

More in depth questioning has revealed that Mr. Snape disappeared before his relatives were brutally murdered, and sources reveal he was already living with his father, Severus Snape.

For more information, see Pg4-5

Hadrian smiled down at the paper, happy that things would be sorted out so soon, the Headmaster and Voldishorts were both in for a big surprise when they confronted his father; he wondered briefly what he would do to them, looking at the smirking picture of himself on the front cover, and continued to ignore the Pugs spluttering as he nibbled on his toast.

"Interesting news we have, eh Rian." Draco said, smirking at his friend. Hadrian nodded, looking over at the Gryffindor table as a sudden hush fell over the hall. Hadrian smirked once more as a certain red-head exploded, while Hermione rushed after him, obviously trying to calm the boy down. Hadrian watched as his father, the transfiguration teacher and the headmaster rose, rushing forward as Ron's fist missed his face by an inch.

"You fucking liar! You traitor!" he snarled as Hadrian stood, barley coming up to his chin as his face resembled a plum in color; he was just getting ready to dodge again when two other students appeared out of no-where. Blaise and Neville forced Ron to his knees, holding him there as they glared at each other. Hadrian couldn't help blushing slightly as the two glared at each other, growls rumbling from their chests in barley there sounds; it was strangely hot, and sent a warm tingle buzzing in his belly.

Just then Hermione arrived, scolding Ron and smiling 'apologetically' at Hadrian, the teachers arrived too. Dumbledore smiled and that annoying twinkle was present while McGonagall shooed the still glaring dominants and dragged Ron up by his ear while Severus looked ready to murder someone, namely Ron.

"Now, now, may I ask what is going-" Dumbledore started, his infuriating acting grating on Hadrian's nerves, but he condoled himself with the fact that the old coot was about to get the shock of his life… maybe he'd have a heart-attack, Hadrian thought with a rather hopeful smirk.

"he's HARRY!" Ron interrupted, pointing accusingly at Hadrian. The reaction was priceless; McGonagall lost her grip on Ron's ear, causing him to over balance and crash to the floor, his mates stopped growling at each other and stared curiously at him and, the most amusing of them all, Dumbledore froze, the smile becoming strained and the twinkle becoming nonexistent. His father looked slightly amused.

"actually is Hadrian, I don't answer to Harry anymore and if anyone disregards my wishes I shall file a complaint!" he said, flicking a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, staring them straight on, casing Hermione and McGonagall to gasp at the brilliance of his eyes and his mates to start growling again. "After all, by law it is my name."

Hermione finally spoke, her voice a little breathy. "But we saw you on the train and you told us a lie!"

"No I never; you asked for Harry Potter, that is not me." He brushed her off, standing and smiling warmly at his father before sweeping out of the hall, drawing many gazes, some stunned, some angry and some calculating. He didn't see the headmaster turn to his father and all but snarl at him.

"To my office now, Severus!"

~888~

Severus watches the headmaster pace furiously back and forth, amusement seeping through him as he watched the old coot mutter and glare.

"Why did you not inform me, Severus?" Albus demanded, blue eyes cold and Severus raised a brow at the pressure on his mind; usually he would allow it, show the man what he wanted to see. Now he forcibly pushed the man out, smirking at the furious glare he received.

"You have no business in my personal life Albus." He drawled, raising a brow as the man seethed.

"No business! When it involves Harry Potter, it is!" the man snapped, and Severus inwardly smirked, while outwards he furrowed his brow, allowing his face to harden.

"My son has nothing to do with you Albus, and I highly doubt this blatant obsession will be looked upon lightly by other parents." He said, amused as the man became even more furious.

"Hold your tongue with me Severus Snape! Do you forget who keeps you out of Azkaban?" Albus bellowed, face red with anger. Severus knew he only truly let himself go like this because of the wards around the office that bound wizard's tongues when the headmaster ordered it; he was rather pleased that the wards didn't even register him. The man who most saw as the leader of the light was rather predigest to begin with, only he knew to keep up a façade.

The headmaster flinched back as Severus gave a full belly, rich laugh; he let it take hold, but brought himself under control. "Keeping? The only way to get me into Azkaban is to bring new proof; for someone who was in government so long, surely you know that if you go back on your previous statement they will arrest you for 'lying' about my innocence in the first place."

Albus was pale, realizing that the moment he gave proof, evidence and his previous statement, he had created a watertight freedom; he saw now that he was treading in very dangerous water and should back away – only for now of course, he wouldn't give up – and bid his time.

"Now, if that is all, I have a fifth year potions class to teach, and as against my wish, just like every year, they are Slytherin's and Gryffindor's."

Albus was left to seethe alone in his office as he swept away.

~888~

Hadrian yawned as he stretched over the grass; it was still a few minutes before potions and he really didn't want to get up, and his friend seemed just as reluctant as he draped himself over Hadrian's form.

"So first we have dad, then freaky toad lady, lunch, divination and charms. Hmm, not all bad." Hadrian mused as he let his friend almost crawl on top of him. He rolled his eyes as Draco whined.

"This is so unfair; I don't have enough classes with you!" Hadrian stretched again, letting his eyes wonder as he arched his back ever so slightly.

"yes, very unfair and-" he stopped abruptly as he felt a tingle down his spine and turned to see Neville and Blaise chest to chest, obviously exchanging heated words; he shoved his friend off and was just about to intervene when the warning bell rang, and luckily the two dominants broke apart sending glares at each other and heading in different directions, only to realize they had potions together.

Hadrian watch as they headed down into the dungeons, keeping as far away from each other as possible as the two submissive followed after the clearly agitated dominants, Draco looking very much dazed; Hadrian figured he had finally realized that his nest-friend had figured out what he so badly wanted to know.

They stuck together as they waited for Severus, and Hadrian was quiet surprised to see his father in a duel expression; the subtle shadow movement – he had always wondered how he seemed to hide so well in the shadows, and he knew now – and being able to read his father's expressions so well. The man seemed torn between highly amused and terribly annoyed. Hadrian decided that the manipulator – aka, Albus, way too many more names, Dumbledore – must have ordered a little 'chat'.

Idly he wondered when The Snake man would burn for him.

They all filed into the room, noticing that they were unable to seat themselves; he then remembered that his father had told him that he was arranging seats, so he obviously didn't want to listen to the annoying scraping of chairs and whining brats as they complained about moving.

He smirked as his father started calling out names, pairing some of the Gryffindor's with the worst possible slytherin. It was only when Neville's name was called did he stand at attention, eyes widening as he heard the beginning of his partners name. He acted quickly as possible, needing prevent disaster.

Severus drawled out the names as he read them, hardly paying attention; it was only when he named of Longbottom and Zabini that he paused… and for good reason too.

As he was reading, shadows started dancing on the page, making a drawing and pointing at the names he had just been reading; the shadows showed three stick men, the middle one obviously his son – the 'me' gave it away – holding hands with the other two. Then he vanished and a cauldron appeared between the other boys. He then proceeded to watch as they killed each other, a sobbing Hadrian kneeling in the tiny squiggle that made up the now dead Longbottom and Zabini.

Severus knew what his son was trying say, but he was sure he had cracked a rib from trying not to laugh at the ludicrous drawing. Clearing his thoughts, he amended his mistake.

"Longbottom, Granger, Zabini, Weasley."

Hadrian and Draco were obviously partners, and they spent the lesson doing as they were told, and it was only near the end of class that something noteworthy happened.

Weasley and Granger both seemed to attempted and sabotage his sons potions but were both thwarted; Granger was tripped just as she lifted her hand, and Weasley seemed to be knocked right into his boiling potion before he even reached the frog liver.

The red-heads scream of pain hid Hadrian's giggles, and the overly pleased looks on the boys who were obviously his son's mates was poorly hidden too. When the bell rang, he did not miss the anxious looks the two sent him, and knew they were wanting to make a good impression on both son and father. Good.

~888~

Hadrian stared at the froggy lady as if she were some sort of diseased mutant frog – even though some people, mostly Fred and George, claim it already – as she rambled on and on. He had the distinct feeling she knew his thoughts as she glared hatefully at him when she was done. He had the book propped up in front of him, hiding the batman comic he had inside. He loved Joker.

He only had Neville in this class, who seemed amused at his reading material; it was only after Joker fled the scene that he noticed Granger with her hand up. He listened as most of the class argued, when Granger rather forcibly dragged him into the argument.

"Harry! Tell her that you-know-who is back!" The frizzy haired girl shrieked; raising an eyebrow - while trying not to clap a hand over his ears at her annoyingly, painfully high voice - at her, he lazily rested his chin on his palm.

"Now Granger, just because I know it's true doesn't mean she'll listen." He drawled, pleased with the way she flushed rather angrily at the formality. "If you're so worried about the OWLs, study on your own or contact your parents."

"And why would you suggest she go to her parents, Mr. Pot-"

"My name is legally Hadrian Snape. I refuse to respond to anything but my name ma'am." He interrupted with a raised eyebrow.

"Detention, Potter!"

"No ma'am, I have a right and the fact that you are blatantly disregarding that, I could easily press charges, you know."

"Fine, detention, Snape." She hissed, face a blotchy red color.

Everyone watched, as if expecting him to explode, as he shrugged and sat back, looking down at his concealed comic once more; this seemed to infuriate both Granger and Umbridge.

Not bothering to look up as the rest of the class seemed to gape and glare at him, he ignored them all.

~888~

Severus hummed as he felt the burn of his mark, smirking slightly; it seemed the dark lord finally heard the news. This would be interesting.

He had no interest in revealing his full power, but today he was going to show the snake bastard not to mess with him. He was not going to allow even a single spell to hit him, and it was high time the filthy mark on his arm was pulled out, and what better way to make sure that voldemort knew better than to mess with his son than to show the man how easily the 'irreversible' mark was to eradicate.

He put the head boy in charge of his class – luckily he had 7th years at the moment – and left the dungeons, ignoring the whispering portraits and left the school with a sure stride, reaching the apperation point in only a few minutes. He apperated away, sneering as he appeared before a cowering Wormtail; the horrid little man was obviously receiving punishment – the lived face of voldemort, the extended wand, the twitching and screaming – from the dark lord; the crumpled up newspaper told him why.

"Severus! Why did you not bring the boy to me the moment you had him!" voldemort hissed, crimson eyes flashing as he attempted to dig into his mind; Severus just smirked as the man gave a barley hidden wince, obviously not liking the lack success.

Instead of bowing like he usually did, he simply stared at the dark lord, a brow raised; the dark lord looked furious as more than a few minions gasped and gaped at him, clearly appalled by his 'disrespect' and Severus could feel shadow building around voldemort. The man was going to try and crucio him.

Indeed, the man – if he could still be called that much, the gaping holes were his soul should be was disgustingly lacking – shrieked out a hissed cursed; Severus decided that now was as good a time as ever, and cocked his head slightly.

Every single person in the room froze, staring in stunned silence, as the crackling light of the crucio stopped in the middle of the room, seeming to suspend, a swirling mass of light – in actual fact magic is based heavily upon the shadows, even in their bright light they are shadow – and Severus gave a chilling smile.

"The reason," he started, flicking the curse back at its caster, causing voldemort to shriek in momentary pain. "My lord," here he sneered in disgust, drawing even more incredulous looks. "Is because I would never allow my game to continue if you once more threatened something precious to me… after all, I have been waiting for an appropriate revenge ever since you murdered my wife."

Everyone stared in shock, when Bella shot a AK at him; he didn't even blink, the curse breaking up into hundreds of little curses and danced around him before sinking into their caster. The insane woman dropped dead where she stood.

"as I was saying, I am not your slave, I will not grovel at the feet of one as pathetic as you…" he pulled up his sleeve, smirking as the speechless crowd watched in confusion; he was dead, but how was he controlling the curses, shooting them back at their casters. What could he possibly do next? As if to answer the silent question, Severus gave a cold smile and held up his marked arm; the air grew colder as the hideous black mark started moving, bulging in his skin. The death eaters gaped as a scream rent the air, the struggling black mark seeping out of Severus's skin and thrashed in the air. The cursed magic flew at the man who controlled them, and – confusing everyone – another twitching mass of vile magic flew to join the first; voldemort screamed as his own magic tore at him. "Lucius, shall we go? We have nothing left here."

Lucius stepped out, eyes a stormy grey in his amusement. "I must say, the game was tiring, and I am pleased to be out from the fool once more; what respectable witch or wizard bows down to… that…" he sneered, lip curled.

No one else moved, no one else dared – they still had their marks, and did not have enough leverage or favor with the young potions master, something the all now regretted as they knew the man would throw them down, cleaning his hands of them. Voldemort stood slowly, magic almost visible around him. He would bid his time, kill the brat when he was unprotected, at his weakest. He just had to find out what that weakness would be.

~888~

Harry lay in his bed as he thought about his day, homework already complete as he had found the work easier – he suspected it had something to do with the number of spells that had been removed from his person during the holiday – and was now contemplating the courting his mates had already displayed, a blush coloring his cheeks at the thought.

Blaise had given him charm, a tear-drop like crystal pendant, filled with constantly moving emerald green flames; he had bowed deeply before presenting the gift, smiling charmingly and commenting on how it matched his eyes, saying the flame held the same burning quality as his eyes, at times burning with passion, or calm and warm, or dancing pleasantly with amusement. He had commented how he had not seem him yet in anger, but mused that it would burn dangerously all the same.

He had blushed brightly at this, feeling delicious warmth spread through him, but at the same time creating an uncertainty inside of him; he realized now that then – it was corrected later – his instincts were noticing the affection bestowed on him by only one mate.

Neville had soothed this unhappiness not even an hour later, and Hadrian smiled at how the two had unknowingly worked together to give him a duel gift. Neville had given him a chain, the metal seemingly an exotic mix of gold, silver and bronze, creating a strong rope of seemingly liquid metal. The two gifts looked beautiful together, and both were on him then; the chain wasn't too long, creating a rather loose hold, but on Neville or Blaise it would be a choker, with the pendant sitting snuggly in the hollow of his throat. He was very happy, and wondered what he could give them back.

He decided to think about it later, for now letting all thoughts of school, of detentions, of how his father terrified a second year by smiling earlier, of even his mates… he let them all slip away as he fell into the every comforting arms of darkness.

YES! FINALLY I AM DOOOONE! Kalgbsdgfailgbgbgbgbgbfiudgf I am so happy you have no idea how long I have been trying to finish this chapter! And not for lack of trying either! Damn it suxs that I do not have a working computer at home… also, I have 5 weeks till trails, and less than three months before finals…. So bear with me if I take a bit longer than normal to update? Please forgives me?

Also, yes satary I would love it if you drew some pictures! Just send me the link when you done – this goes for everyone – so I can put it on here!

If the link I posted doesn't work, just look me up as 'lisa-demonic-angle' on deviant art.