Thank you so much for your reviews, in this chapter we face the truth: Who is the father of the supposed Harry James Potter? One of the reviews made me laugh so hard, and I hope I don't disappoint your correct guess I'll give you a hint, someone, and lots of ppl, guessed it right, and their other guess plays a large part in Harry's life too. I guess you'll have to read to find out for sure! Story Away!

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter. Characters and main plot are property of J.K. Rowling. However, in this story the main plot will be manipulated to fit my imagination.

A True Heart of Darkness: Chapter Nine

You, Has it Really Always Been You?

The morning had come much too early for the likes of Harry and Draco. Both would have been happy to skip the day of classes, but one angry Hermione was enough to get them up and to breakfast on time. Harry had been worried at first about going out in the sunlight and other vampire myths he had heard of, but Hermione promised that the sun would not hurt him, it being an old muggles tale. The other myths, however, were unknown to the witch. Though crucifixes and garlic seemed silly once really thought about.

Though hesitant, the group parted ways from the portrait and left with their housemates to the Great Hall. Before they made it to the hall Harry made sure his glamours were intact, not leaving one secret revealed. The group made it down to the hall, Harry and Draco giving small glances before departing to their separate tables. Breakfast turned out to be enjoyable; except Harry kept feeling eyes on his back, glaring holes into the space between his shoulder blades. However, when he would turn around he couldn't find anyone looking at him. It was a strange feeling and it bothered him the whole mealtime. Had he missed something and a staff member or student caught the change in him? No, Harry was a perfectionist and wouldn't let anything be half-arced. Especially something to this magnitude, something this important was done with his strongest glamours. Catching his anger before it began to grow, he calmed himself down and let the staring go. So he continued to let the feeling of hostile eyes bore into his back while he pushed his food around, making it look like he was eating. He found that nothing on his plate seemed to appeal to him. 'I wonder how long it takes for my human appetite to come back. The book said a few week to months, hopefully its soon.' He thought while paying mild interest to the conversations going on around him. Once it was time to leave for class Harry and Hermione rose together to make their way to charms. He caught eyes with Draco and saw the boy smirk and Harry grinned darkly in return; oh he was up to something cruel today. He saw the blonde make his way through the students once they made their way to the Entrance Hall. The Slytherin put his hands on his hips, blocking the Gryffindor's way.

"So Potter, finally up to gracing the rest of the school with your noble self, how kind." He sneered at the raven, students gathering around them, hoping to see the spectacle. Harry just glared tiredly back, playing off his still pale skin as a lingering of the sickness.

"Shut your trap Malfoy," He said the blonde's surname with venom and loathing, but Draco only smirked as Harry tried to go through his blockade. The blonde let them pass, but no before leaving them with a departing remark.

"Oh but Potter, do be sure next time to clean up a bit more, you look like the walking dead! Wouldn't want to contaminate the whole school with your sickness do we! Oh wait, you do that just by breathing!" He heard laughing as Hermione and Neville flanked his sides. He cast a glare over his shoulder, but saw the crowd was already dissolving since there was no magic or fist fighting between the two. Harry looked forward and led the other two to charms class.

"Don't be bothered with him Harry, I'm sure you'll get him back later," Neville said with a wicked grin and Harry soon caught on with what he was saying, a small blush rising to cover his face.

"Neville!" He said in a hushed whisper as the brunette laughed silently. They made their way to their seats, the three of them falling into their masks as class begun.

Professor Flitwick came in and they began learning a new spell that was a stronger lumos to create a blinding light to either stun an enemy or use in complete darkness. Harry only half paid attention, already having learned the technique, and let his mind wander. He was still getting used to what he was, and made up his mind to use the day to explore the various changes. The morning had proved Hermione right. The sun had not had him catching afire or sparkling, but it did bother his eyes a bit. So he decided to use the charms lesson to test how long he could go without breathing, which seemed to be infinite. It did not take concentration or focus to not breathe. It was more like a switch that he could choose to turn on or off with a small thought. Though Harry would have to concentrate to make sure it still LOOKED like he was breathing if he chose not to. After testing out his breathing he noticed fully that his heart did actually beat, but much slower than a normal human heart rate. He expected that was a backup plan. People would think you were still alive because you had a heart beat. Though he did not stop there, using their next class, History of Magic, to get used to elongating and bringing out his fangs. They seemed to come from inside his gums and once brought out meshed together with his every day canines creating one long sharp fang; the process was painless. Though at one point his eyes began to bleed red from his intense concentration, even through the glamour. Thankfully Hermione had nudged him, interrupting his concentration and letting his eyes go back to green. He made sure to not 'think so hard', as his friend put it, the rest of the day.

The day seemed to be going along slowly and nothing of interest happened till they reached Defense Against the Dark Arts., their third class of the day. Harry had walked in with Neville and Hermione laughing about something Seamus had said, when the new vampire felt something different in the air. He took a breath and had to stop from gagging at the disgusting smell that filled the room, covering it with a small cough. He gave Hermione a confused look, but she only returned the stare. Harry looked around and saw that everyone seemed oblivious to the stench. He held his breath, deciding to not breathe in this class. Harry took his seat and saw Lupin stiffen at his desk at the front and look straight at Harry. There was concern and a strange fear in his eyes and the raven was even more confused as to how the man seemed to know something changed about him. Maybe there was more to this man than he originally thought. Though he was still curious about the smell, Harry decided he would wait till class was over before asking professor Lupin about it. However, it seemed like he was frightened of Harry, glancing at him periodically. Maybe the professor was afraid of vampires.

'Maybe that is a good thing, because then I can get him to do more for me out of respect for my family and fear. ' Harry thought as he sat, watching the professor begin class talking about a new creature of the night and its various traits. Harry did his best not to take a single breath, or be subjected to the smell. Once class was over everyone began to sulk out of the room, however before the lion could even stand to leave, he found a note placed in his book. Curiosity sparked in his mind and he placed the note between his books before standing from his desk. He made his way to the front of the room, but found Lupin had already gone to his office. Harry clenched his teeth in frustration. The raven hated being treated as a child and purposefully ignored. He looked at the note and made his leave, hoping for the professors sake that the note was from him.

'When did he get the chance to place this in my books I wonder.' Harry thought as he made his way to the Great Hall. He made a mental note to ask the professor about the smell and why he looked so frightened of him next time they met refusing to letting him weasel out of it, mask or not. He waited and opened the note once he got lost in the flow of students in the hallways.

Come to my office after dinner, we have much to talk about

-RL

Harry grinned and folded the letter into his bag. The note lowered his flaring temper and now the raven was anxious to meet up with the man to find out what he wanted. Hopefully it was to tell him more about what he was. He caught up with Hermione at lunch in the Great Hall and handed her the note as he took his seat to 'eat'. Neville, Fred, George, and Luna gathered around the two as Hermione read. They made a little wall letting others know that they were not to intrude upon their discussion. Luna had begun eating at the Gryffindor table a few weeks prior since her friends were here and none in the Ravenclaw house treated her well. Thankfully the Ravenclaw had been welcomed and was a regular to the table now. Ron had been the only problem, getting mad that a bird was sitting with the lions, but the majority of the house silenced him. The red head was becoming quite the annoyance, to everyone it seemed. But Harry kept his mind concentrated on the note from the defense professor. He would deal with the Weasel later.

"Well for some reason he knows what you are Harry, or at least that something has changed. I saw him taking looks at you all through class." Neville said as the note was passed between everyone.

"I guess, but the question is how does he know. I don't want this getting out and I can't fully trust him yet. Maybe this meeting will help me with that particular issue." He finished looking over to the Slytherin table, nodding to Draco to let the blonde know he had to tell him something later.

"Don't sweat Harry, if he was really close with your parents there is no reason he shouldn't try to help you. He did give you that spell to ward off the dementors." Fred said and he slung an arm around Harry's shoulders. The boy just shrugged, feeling an annoying poke in his head. He glanced across the hall at Draco, seeing him glaring at the twin's arm slung across him.

'The Jealous type, my favorite' He thought while sending the blonde a wicked grin. The other boy immediately looked away, a very faint blush on his cheeks showing his embarrassment at getting caught staring. They had not tried speaking mentally since the day before, but Harry was coming to like the idea of sending the blonde his thoughts. He turned his attention back to his friends, plans floating through his head.

"Yes I do have a few questions for him. Plus being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he should know some more about the specifics of what I am. Not that I doubt your skill 'Mione," He added at the end seeing the girl glaring at him. He gave a small laugh as the group then began to eat.

"What do we have next Harry?" Neville asked with his mask now firmly in place as other students began to move around them.

"Potions sadly. I hope Snape has decided to not hate me this class and fail me for no reason, I don't think I can keep my temper in check quite yet. This is all still so…new." He said with a slightly whimsical look on his face. It was nice to see his face unguarded for the first time in a long time for the other teens. The raven always made sure he was either expressing his Gryffindor mask, or a guarded expression. It made sure that he was always in control of his emotions, a very Slytherin trait. However, it seemed that the changes caused him to fall into his real emotions easily since the feelings were so new, and it was a beautiful sight.

Across the hall at the Slytherin table Draco was mesmerized by the expression his mate was showing. He had been obsessed with Harry Potter since he first caught sight of the boy, and he had never seen him look so, free. His green eyes were shining and he could feel the contentment and excitement in the back of his mind. He knew the connection between their minds had to be a bond that mates shared, and should be apprehensive. Though he couldn't help but enjoy feeling so close to Harry, to know what he was feeling and talk to him whenever he wanted. He knew the raven was changing him, making him stronger by breaking pieces of his cold mask that he wore because of his family name. He quickly tore his gaze away from Harry as Blaise stood to head to potions. Draco let his eyes go to a cold gaze and followed his friend with a sneer. Only Harry deserved his good qualities. Others were not worthy and were below him. With that thought Draco shoved into some first year Hufflepuffs on the way out of the hall with a smirk.

"Its about time we headed to potions if we are going to attempt to be there on time." Hermione said to break the raven-haired boy from his daze. Harry's face fell into a dramatic scowl and he sighed.

"If we must." He said as he rose from the table. Neville and Hermione followed him out the Great Hall, the twins staying behind at the table to torment first years since they had a free period next. Luna waved goodbye as she skipped off in the opposite direction, going who knows where.

The three made their way to the dungeons, gathering some other Gryffindors from their year and the group entered the cold classroom to Snape's yell. Thankfully they weren't late, but that didn't stop the professor from yelling at them for 'taking their bloody time'.

"Now take out your books and follow the instructions on the board. The potion is due at the end of class" He barked out to the class before returning to his desk to grade essays. Harry was partnered with Hermione that day, thankfully. He hoped having the girl-genius would keep Snape of his back.

"I'll go get the ingredients," He said as she nodded and began to prepare the cauldron. As he walked over to the supply closet he felt that stare again on his back again as he gathered the necessary ingredients. He narrowed his gaze in front of him, making sure no one saw it. He had to resist growling in agitation at the feeling while making sure he had the correct items. He took a deep breath to calm his frustration and then headed back to the table. He smiled at his friend, as the two began to make the potion. Harry began to lay out the ingredients in order and take out a knife and cutting board while making sure no one was listening before leaning in close to his partner.

"Hermione can you see anyone staring at me? Be inconspicuous about it, I have felt eyes on me since breakfast." He said as he pointed to various places in their potions book. He didn't want the person to know he felt their gaze. Hermione nodded her head and looked up, as if checking the board again, and then faced Harry, looking over his shoulder. She frowned when she couldn't find anyone staring at him. The other students were too engrossed in their potion. She went back to tell the boy he was being paranoid when she spotted professor Snape. He was still moving his hand over the paper on his desk, at a glance he looked to still be grading, but Hermione saw his eyes were fixed on Harry as her friend moved to place the first few ingredients in the cauldron. She quickly broke her gaze before he could notice her and turned to her friend. He looked expectantly at her, but she shook her head and pulled out a piece of parchment instead.

"Hermione what are you doing?" He asked in a curious tone, but the girl shook her head and gave him a hard stare. She wrote on the parchment and slid it over to him before stirring the now bubbling potion and adding in the second batch of items. The potion changed from a dull grey to a misty blue, perfectly normal. Once Harry saw that the potion was fine, he looked down to the note Hermione had just passed him.

Snape is the one staring at you, he is unblinking and I fear he can read our lips and know what we are saying. Parchment is safer to communicate about this.

Her note caused his eyebrows to rise and he nodded his head before going to slice the next ingredient. He hated the cold stare boring into his forehead, but now that he knew it was the professor his curiosity rose. Remus Lupin knew his parents and would notice the change in him, seemed to expect it even. He was an informed man, he knew possibly more than even Harry. However, Harry could not fathom why the potions professor would have any indication that there was something different about him that would peak his interest so much to stare openly during a meal AND class. The man should be oblivious along with the rest of the world. Harry would have continued to brood on how his glamours were apparently not working, when an explosion in the room broke his train of thought.

He saw that Neville's potion had exploded and saw the brunette sigh and then being to babble in apologies after the smoke began to clear. Harry was going to ignore it as usual, when all of a sudden he froze. Harry had chosen to breath normally in this class as soon as he felt the hard stare again, and now he cursed his idiotic thinking. The smoke cleared as Snape walked over to the table with a scowl on his face.

"Are you that incompetent that you cannot go a class without destroying something Longbottom! Fifteen points from Gryffindor! Now clean this up and someone take Mr. Finnigan to the infirmary before he bleeds all over the floor." He scowled at the class, but stopped going to his desk to look straight at Harry once again, but this time his gaze was filled with concern. Harry was currently fighting with himself. While the blood smelled nothing like Draco's he could still feel his fangs prickling his gum line and the burn in his throat at seeing and smelling the substance on the boys face. It was still too early for him to completely control his instincts, and blood in any kind would bring them to the forefront of his mind. His eyes began to bleed through his glamour and he gripped the table creating small dents of his fingers in an attempt to keep his body planted. Hermione went for her wand in her bag, knowing she would need to stabilize him before he lost control.

Draco was across the room and sensed his mates growing bloodlust right after the explosion hit the room. He hissed quietly and cursed under his breath.

'Damn it, I hope this helps and doesn't cause more suspicion.' He thought as he loosened his tie and pulled the collar down to press his fingers to the burned mark on his skin. He immediately groaned at the burning feeling he felt coarse through his body, and fell into his seat gasping slightly. At the same time Harry felt his body all of a sudden fill with a different kind of burning, and turned to face Draco, red eyes taking in the sight of his gasping mate. The blonde was sitting down with his hand still on the mark on his neck, and Harry closed his eyes in response to the pleasure coursing through his body. His bloodlust disappearing and was replaced with a deep need for his mate.

'Harry, I'm going to take my hand off now. Try not to breath' he heard the blonde say in his mind, a little out of breath, and Harry was so gone that he merely nodded and sighed in relief when the heat in his body disappeared and he sagged in his seat. This took only a matter of seconds, and none of the students seemed to notice, but one snarky professor saw the whole interaction and moved to behind his desk, face an emotionless mask. After Seamus was taken to the infirmary and the explosion cleaned the class went back to normal, for the most part.

'Draco how did you know what your mark would do?' Harry asked his mate as he finished the last step of the potion. He was still recovering from the strong emotions and his mental voice was shaking slightly from the power of it.

'I read in one of the books that if you marked me, touching the mark would cause me to become the focus of your attention, with the added lust I presume.' He answered in the same breathless voice. His body still shaking slightly. He cursed himself and stopped moving to gain his composure. He sighed when the tremors stilled and his hormones slowed.

Harry gave a small smile and turned his head to see the blonde looking at him 'Thank you' He said admiring the small color rising to the blondes cheeks, painting them a soft pink before he scowled and turned back to Blaise. Harry laughed softly at making the Malfoy heir lose his stoic self in public. He loved to see the blonde loosen up a bit, only for and around him though of coarse.

"Hermione is this what its suppose to look like when it is done?" he asked her once they appeared to be finished. He pointed at the simmering potion with a clueless look on his face.

"Goodness where would you be without me," She sighed and Harry just grinned back at her.

"Oh in a ditch most likely," He answered with nonchalance and a grin.

"Bottle what you have made and place it on my desk! Hopefully someone was competent enough to make this correctly for once." He yelled at the class. All the students rushed to fulfill his orders and then practically ran from the classroom once the task was complete. Hermione bottled the potion as Harry cleaned up their worktable. He managed to get everything in order right as she came back.

"Off to Care of Magical Creatures I guess, at least this class he promised an actual creature." Harry said as the two made their way out.

"Draco, please stay after a moment." Harry heard Snape say and stopped to turn around and look questioningly to the Slytherin. Draco caught his gaze and nodded his head. Harry pouted slightly, but left the blonde to figure it out. Draco watched as Harry walked out of the room and once the door closed his godfather wasted no time in his interrogation. Draco had seen the way he had been watching them, his godfather wasn't stupid.

"Is there something you would like to tell me Draco?" He asked while staring intently at his godson. Draco looked back at him, face vacant of emotion.

"No Uncle Sev, nothing has come up worth mentioning." He replied and saw as Severus Snape started to lose his temper. His nostrils flared and he closed his eyes in frustration.

"Draco, I know what that action meant, you must know this. So why would you find the need to lie to me?" He said in a hard voice. Draco felt guilty not telling his godfather what was going on. He knew he had to eventually tell him and his father about what had happened between himself and Harry, especially since Harry wanted to meet the Dark Lord. He had planned to tell his father soon, flooing home for the night on a weekend so it could be said in person. Though he had yet to ask Harry about meeting his family. Since they were mates it was no question what their relationship would turn into, but his mate's secret was not his to tell. Though he pushed those thoughts away, deciding to ask Harry later that night, and looked at the potions professor in all seriousness.

"This is not my secret to divulge and it would be in your best interest for the time being to forget what you saw." He said in a hard tone that Severus knew was not to be tested without his closing off in anger. The potions master waved his hand in a dismissive manner and watched his godson leave the dungeons.

'Quite the contrary, I think silent observation is what is needed' He thought before groaning with the entrance of the next class.

Care of Magical Creatures turned out to be an exciting event when Hagrid introduced a Hippogriff to the class. Everyone was excited to see the creature and class went well till the Hippogriff went off after getting to close to the students. Harry had been right next to it and had felt the creature's heart race and fear dilute its eyes as it came near him. He smirked on the inside, glad to have spurned some fear in the strong looking creature. After classes the group entered the Great Hall for dinner, as per usual. The twins took seat on both of Harry's sides and Fred threw his arm around his shoulders and they explained their latest prank on a first year.

'I swear if they continue to touch you they will begin to fear for their lives.' Harry heard Draco say coldly in his mind as he laughed at a joke George had said.

'I love when you get all jealous Draco' Harry returned in a sultry voice. He peeked over to the Slytherin table and laughed again at the bright blush on his dragon. The blonde glared back and then resumed his eating, not glancing up again the rest of the meal.

After Harry finished his meal and saw professor Lupin head out the Great Hall, he said goodnight to the others and followed after him. He entered his office just as Professor Lupin sat down behind his desk.

"Hello professor, you wanted to talk to me?" He asks in a curious tone. He sees the professors face relax and have a freedom to it. He smiles and gestures for him to take a seat. Harry does so after he closes the door behind him.

" Firstly, Harry I cannot tell you how glad I am you have come into your inheritance at last." He says and Harry scowls in return.

"So you knew this was going to happen to me and did nothing about it? You didn't try to help me or warn me?" He took a breath to continue to rant angrily.

"Harry that is not it at all. I was bound in a wizards oath with your mother to tell you nothing about your possible inheritance or your lineage till you received her letter or she lived to tell you. Now I can tell you everything except for the exact name of your father." He smiled more.

"Being a creature myself I know as much as you need to know about vampires, minus being one." Harry's froze in shock.

"Wait, what do you mean being a creature yourself? What are you?" He paused as he saw the professor's face fall. Lupin leaned back in his seat and took a calming breath.

"I know you smelt a strange odor in the room in class today, I could see it on your face. One thing about being a vampire is about having an increased sense of smell, being able to sniff another creature out or when hunting, to smell your victim from a mile or three away. It can also be used to tell the difference between human and creature. That smell was me Harry, I'm a werewolf. "He paused to let the information set in. Harry's eyes widened for a fraction of a second then narrowed as he thought over the professor's behavior over the months. The haggard appearance, having a sub a few days a month; it all just clicked in now. Harry chastised himself for not noticing before.

"That explains a lot of things now professor." He said in a low voice.

"Harry please, call me Remus. After what we discuss tonight, I think we can start calling each other by our first names. I was a close friend to both your parents, but especially your mother. She would always help me with my transformations, she was my closest friend." He smiled fondly, and Harry couldn't help but smile in return. He looked away and let out a sigh and dove into questioning Remus.

"So, my mom asked you not to tell me about my inheritance till now, but why?"

"She didn't want you to know because if you knew before the change came she feared Dumbledore may have a hold on you already. However, once you came into the vampire inheritance your darker and more cunning instincts would surface, leaving you to really listen to her letter. Thankfully she made sure Dumbledore was present to see the vow, that way he would not tamper with my memories or make me swear an oath of secrecy to him, which I would refuse." His eyes darkened at the end and Harry liked the darker look taking over his face, replacing the soft one. Though it didn't last long as he looked back up at Harry and gave a small smile.

"Is there anything you need me to explain about being a vampire, or any of the traits such as your wings coming in and—" He didn't get to finish as Harry interrupted.

"Wait! What do you mean wings?" He said nervously. Remus paled slightly and then started laughing.

"Yes, all pureblood vampires grow wings. They should come in the week after you find your mate and depending on who is the dominant or submissive will determine what type of wings you will receive. Though that should be a while off since you just finished the change yesterday." He said, but caught the slight blush on Harry's cheeks. Remus just stared at him as if trying to see if Harry was lying. Then he burst out into a grin and leaned forward on his desk.

"Harry that's fantastic! I'm so glad you found your mate so quick. It is almost unheard of to find a mate the same day or day after you change. When was the first time you fed from them?"

"Well I've been close to him for a while now and he was the first I fed from…yesterday after I completed the change." He said and then paled a little after he thought through what he said.

" Okay so sometime this week you should be getting your wings. Its Wednesday, so it should be around Saturday or Sunday when you start to feel the shifting. Then they should come in around Monday. Hopefully in the evening so you don't have them bursting out in the middle of a lesson. That would be quite messy." He finished

"Hold on, what exactly happens, step by step, for my wings coming in?" Harry asked little panicked. Remus held his hands up in an innocent gesture.

"Calm down Harry, its not as bad as it sounds. In the next few days your body will be growing extra bones, skin, and muscle in your back to create the material for your wings. You'll feel shifting and an uncomfortable pulling in upcoming days, but nothing painful till the day they come out. You will experience back pains through that day and that is a sign that your wings are coming soon. You will want to be secluded, possibly behind a silencing charm, at the moment they come through. Have your mate with you, they can help soothe the pain. The first time your wings come out they will rip through your back. We found with your father that cutting slits where they were pertruding helped the skin heal faster and the experience less painful. However, it will hurt. The wings will burst from your back, and depending on the type of vampire, either dominant or submissive, the wings will either be leathery and scaled, or feathered and scaled. Leathery like a bats for a dominant and feathered like a birds for submissive. They both have scales on the outer part of the wings to protect you against spells or other offensive elements." Harry had paled after hearing how the wings would BURST FROM HIS BACK, but had clamed toward the end.

"Okay, painful, but manageable. Do you know if disillusion spells will work to hide them? I can't exactly be walking around with giant wings." He said sarcastically.

"It is possible to use those kinds of spells to hide them, or you can simply have them folded on your back under your school uniform. The wings can also be shrunk, depending on how small you need them to be, to help fit on your back better. However, if you are provoked or your mate is in danger they will grow to their full length to protect yourself or your mate. So they are quite manageable." Harry sat there thinking about the newly acquired information. Pleased that he would have wings and still be able to hide them from unworthy eyes. He smirked as he thought of the ways he could scare and torture people with his new powers and was almost lost in thought till a question popped in his head.

"So you must have helped my father go through this as well? When did he realize my mother was his mate?" He asked and Remus nodded his head in confirmation.

"Yes we were all there; Myself, Lily, Sirius, and James. Your father and mother had been close since they were children. They grew up as close friends and when they came to Hogwarts, that did not change. When your father went through his change Lily was there to make sure he was okay. He knew what to expect, being from a long line of pure vampires, but Lily being his mate was news to us all. He fed from her first and grew his wings a week later. We used an abandoned classroom and he was in a lot of pain, but we helped him through it. That is how I know about vampires, aside from being your defense against the dark arts teacher that is." His face turned serious and he locked eyes with Harry.

"Harry I cannot tell you the name of your father, but I can tell you your real name, surname included. Your mother did not make me promise not to tell you that. However, before I do so I must have you promise to not force yourself onto your father and try to jog his memories with force. He takes pride in his mind and memories, and him just being aware they were tampered with would leave doubt in his mind. Adding on you being his son, well I think his first reaction will be to reject the idea. We can use my own untampered memories as proof, but until he has an idea that you may be something more to him, you must not force it on him. Can you promise me this?" Harry looks back with a slight glare, not liking being told what to do. He closed his eyes for a moment to think it all over. After a few minutes he reopened his eyes, a slight annoyance in them.

"I promise I will not force this information on him until he is ready or you deem it appropriate." He nodded his head letting Remus know to proceed.

"Thank you. Alright, your real, birth, name is Harrison Orion Snape." Harry turns a ghostly white and has to hold onto Remus' desk to not fall over out of his chair. His eyes are wide and he stops breathing, in shock.

'Severus Snape…..is my father, well shit'

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TA-DA! There was the big surprise, well the biggest I think I hope you enjoyed it. I ended up finishing it a lot sooner than I thought, yay me! Though there is sad news. I most likely will not have another chapter up till around Christmas time, or right after New Years. SORRY! I have finals coming up then well, Christmas Please do not be mad at me, but think of it as a coming soon Christmas/possible New years present!

I hope you liked it!

Kakeru