Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas for the AU plot, as well as any and all errors in spelling and grammar. I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. Any recognizable lines, characters or places in this work are inspired by the HP books and Movies.

Warnings: AU Slash/ Parings SS/LM, HP/RW? Mpreg, Bad Dumbles, Good Voldie, Dursley Abuse, Hermione bashing, some Weasley Bashing, Remus bashing.

Rating: M for violence, Lemons, language and my own paranoia

Irish Celtic Translations:*A Chuisle= My Pulse pronounced Khish-la* A Chuisle mo chroi= Pulse of my heart*A leanbh (uh LAN-uv): Literally "my child." *Athair= Father *Da=Dad *Mo Mhac= my son* A leanbh na páirte= My dear child *A rún mo chroí =Secret of my heart *A Chumann= My Dear/Sweetheart (ah hom-un) *Grus is the name of the Crane Constellation. *A Stor= My Treasure Mo= My

CHAPTER WARNINGS: the first part of this chapter is fairly dark and has scenes of torture (though nothing too graphic) it also has talk/threats of non-con (rape) though it does not, and will not actually happen. If this is not your Cuppa, skip to the first SMSLMSLNMS. Just know that Dumbles wanted answers, Sev did not cooperate, and Lupin, tries to get him to talk.

Chapter 14

Four Days. It had been four long days since he had been thrown into this dark musty cell. Four days since the first time the bearded maniac had sent in his lap dog to 'talk'; since he had eaten more than one piece of toast a day. Four long and painful days since he had last seen his mate and childe; ninety-six hours since he had felt overwhelming panic and despair flood his childe through their shared bond.

It had been his son's strong emotions that had caused Severus to lose his focus for the first time in ages, as his paternal instincts reacted adding his own fear and desperation to his son's. Severus had franticly followed the Parent-Childe bond to the Headmasters office in an attempt to find his son and ease his suffering, prepared to annihilate anyone that stood in his way.. It had been this single minded determination coupled with the fact he could not immediately find his son, that had allowed the flea bitten scoundrel to sneak up behind him and successfully immobilize and restrain him.

The only good to come of his current position, was that the old fool had told him to contact his husband and instruct him to report to the Headmasters office. Severus had feigned reluctance as he penned out a short letter knowing Lucius would not be within range of a Floo. Dumbledore made a mistake however, when he did not dictate what Severus was to write. He and his husband had been ready for a situation like this since they had begun spying for their Lord. In case one of them was captured and forced to draw the other in to a trap, they had come up with two phrases they were to write or say as a warning for the other to flee. One was for use inside Hogwarts grounds, and the other for outside of the school.

Severus had written at the end of his letter that Lucius should not use the Fifth floor corridor, as the Weasley twins had somehow managed to turn the floor in to a bouncy gelatin. Lucius would then know that Severus had been captured and that he should leave the castle. Severus was glad they had worked out this system so that Liam would have at least one of his parents should this end badly.

Severus, was pulled out of his depressing thoughts by the sound of footsteps outside of his thick wooden cell door. He sat up as straight as his sore body allowed, feeling the chains on his arms and legs move slightly giving him just a bit of slack. Severus tensed as her heard a key inserted into the lock outside his door and numerous enchantments being removed; though he quickly took a breath and masked his emotions he would not let them see him weak. He composed himself not a moment too soon as the door opened to reveal Dumbledore and Lupin.

"Well Severus how are we doing today?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly, as if they were discussing his statues over afternoon tea, rather than in a magic repressing cell.

Severus refused to answer; he was not going to play the Headmasters games.

Dumbledore sighed "It is polite to respond to such a question Severus."

"Nothing to say? Well we will just have to do this the hard way." Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

Severus heard a crank turn and the chains around his arms and legs began to retract back into the wall behind him, pulling Severus along with them. The chains only stopped their movement when Severus was held taught against the wall, arms and legs out stretched.

"I thought there was no magic in this cell Headmaster?" said Lupin.

"Oh my dear boy there is not; the house-elves are marvelous creatures, they will do anything you ask them to, so eager to please. Much like young Harry was before he became a monster. He really was such a wonderful puppet." Dumbledore said with a sneer.

Severus suspected that the old man knew of his connection to Harry and was trying to wind him up, so he did everything he could to remain calm. On the surface least, as on inside he was boiling. How dare that man talk about his brilliant son like that! For quite some time now his son had been playing Dumbledore of the fool that he is, and the man had no idea.

"Well then," Dumbledore said focusing his attention back on Severus. "I must say my dear man you look a bit worse for wear."

Severus snorted.

Yes he was sure he was a right sight. Severus knew he had one eye nearly swollen shut and that it was sure to have a brilliantly colored bruise surrounding it. His lip had also been busted open at some point, and if they cared to lift his shirt, he was sure they would see a smattering of multicolored bruises all across his torso.

Dumbledore looked at Severus curiously.

"Still no response? What happened to the sharp tongue and quick wit that makes the students of Hogwarts dread coming to Potions class hmm?"

Severus remained silent, staring at a point just over the bearded menace's shoulder, while ignoring the wolf completely.

"Hmm, I see what you mean Remus." Dumbledore said flatly, his voice losing its cordial quality.

"Well than we will dispense with the pleasantries and get right in to questioning the creature." Dumbledore said coldly.

"Now it is clear to me that you are aware of the fact that your Childe is in Hogwarts, otherwise you would not have rushed into my office in such a panic. What I want to know is, do you know who exactly he is, and does your son know that you are his father?"

Severus glared at Dumbledore but otherwise did not acknowledge statement, refusing to tell the man anything; he had to protect his son, and his Mate.

"He is being rather uncooperative sir, shall I, encourage him to answer?" Lupin asked a feral gleam in his eyes.

"Oh , perhaps just a bit, we don't want to accidently kill him before we extract any and all information he might have." The Headmaster instructed.

Severus watched the werewolf stalk over to him slowly, just as predator would it prey, and he braced himself mentally and physically for whatever the wolf had in store for him. In order to try and block out what was coming Severus fixed Lucius and Liam's faces firmly in his mind.

Even with his efforts, Severus felt callused hands wrap around the pointer finger and wrist on his right hand. They remained momentarily before they pulled his finger sharply up and back until the bone snapped.

Severus could not help the hiss of pain, the tears that sprung in his eyes or the heavy breathing that followed. But he did not scream. He would not give them the satisfaction, but it was a close thing.

"Now Severus, perhaps you will be more willing to answer the questions. Do you know who your son is? Does he know what you are to him?" Dumbledore asked venomously.

Severus knew what would happen if he refused to answer, and while he could think of no way Dumbledore could use his answers against his son, he was not going to take any chances. Therefore he remained silent bracing for his 'punishment'.

After a few seconds of silence, the Evil Lord gestured nonchalantly at Lupin, who proceeded to give Severus's middle finger the same treatment as his pointer.

The Potions Master could not help the whine that escaped him as the bone cracked, nor could he help silently wishing for his husband his dominant to save him.

"Tisk, Tisk; this would go so much smoother for you Snape, if you would just answer the Headmasters questions." Lupin sneered before moving his mouth closer to Severus's ear. "But I prefer it this way" he whispered "as does my wolf, it makes us all hot and bothered you know." Lupin said leeringly.

Though he tried to represses it, Severus couldn't help but shudder at threat in the mutt's words. The mere thought of anyone but his mate touching him in that way was both repulsive and terrifying.

Lupin smirked at Severus's involuntary shiver before returning his attention back to the Headmaster.

"Tell me what Voldemort is planning?! Where is he hiding?!" Dumbledore spat out as if hoping that asking him questions loudly and quickly would startle an answer out of him.

Severus chuckled to himself; as if he would ever voluntarily give up any information on his friend and Lord.

Dumbledore glanced at Remus and Severus groaned, moaned and violently fought back a scream as his ring and pinky finger were snapped. He tried to breath deep to help block out the excruciating pain in his hand, and a detached part of his mind could not help thinking that he would have to try and set the fingers after his interrogators left if he ever hoped to be able to make potions with it again.

"It seems that you do not wish to talk about your son, so how about your filthy Mate? Where did he disappear to hmm?" the old man asked as he ran a single finger down Severus's jaw.

A deep growl sprang up from inside Severus before he could stop it; no one spoke about his mate in such a disrespectful manner!

Dumbledore giggled sinisterly. "Hit a nerve did I? Yes you and your wretched Mate and son are nothing but dark creatures driven by bloodlust! You can't imagine how much I heated having you teach in this school all these years. Especially once I found out you were a spy " The Headmaster hissed in disgust.

Severus laughed out loud. He couldn't help it, the hypocrisy of Dumbledore's statement was more than Severus's battered psyche could take.

"Then what exactly is he?" Severus asked using his head to gesture in Lupin's direction. "Are werewolves not classified as 'Dark Creatures'?"

"Ah he can speak!" the Headmaster said sounding both enthusiastic and sarcastic. "To some werewolves may be considered Dark, but in Remus's case I see several differences between you and him. Remus was changed against his will while you and yours were born Dark. Remus's wolf can also be controlled with Wolfsbane and proper safety precautions. You vampires are driven by your need for blood with no way to control it." He sneered

Severus looked at Dumbledore incredulously. Had the man lost his mind, his arguments were ridiculous, not to mention prejudice. He did not choose to be born a vampire any more than the fleabag chose to be bit, and while it was true some vampire went mad with bloodlust most could control their thirst quite well. It was really only fledglings and starved vampires that had a difficult time controlling themselves.

"That is why, when I needed a dispensable 'hero' to assist in my facade and takeover of the Wizarding World, I lost no sleep after stealing your child and placing him with a light family. I had hoped that living with a proper family even temporarily, would help to, for lack of better words, show him the light. Unfortunately, Voldemort forced my hand and I had to get rid of your Lord much sooner than I was planning. It was all too easy to lure him to the Potters house; - yes Severus if you hadn't yet figured it out Harry Potter's really your son- and force him to try kill an innocent childe, and his best spies son! It really was deliciously evil of me!" Dumbledore cackled.

"Sadly both demons lived, but to my gain. I was so very surprised to find out your son had such magical prowess, and the moment I found out I changed my plans. I had to have his magic for my own but it would take time, so for the moment your poor son was off to live with the Muggles!" Dumbledore squealed gleefully.

Severus was not sure what to think, Dumbledore was obviously an evil mastermind. Severus had to admit that his plan was clever, it had fooled many people for quite some time, he himself did not even know he had been discovered or he would have left a long time ago. And what did he me that Liam's magic would be his? Only those who were compatible could share or give their magic, but as far as Severus knew it had to be voluntary.

Under all of his confusion however Severus spared a moment to be thankful that he already knew that Harry was his son. After all, finding out the identity of your missing son while being held captive by the man that kidnapped him was not the ideal way to discover such a fact.

Severus struggled to turn his thoughts away from his son, and return his attention back to the madman before him, hoping that if nothing else he could learn something that could be useful to his Lord should he manage to escape.

"And I have to say they did an excellent job at tearing your son down, making him feel worthless, so he would be ready to die for 'the greater good' whenever I saw fit. I had hoped that you're Lord and your son would finish each other off, clearing the way for me to take over the Wizarding World, and shape it as I see fit! Unfortunately the events at the graveyard and the boy's subsequent creature inheritance threw a bit of clinker into events, though now that I have you, it hardly matters. When the boy finds out I have his real father, he will come running back to me allowing me to finally drain him of his magic, and ultimately dispose of him."

Severus saw red. Forgetting where he was and who was in the room, he lunged at Dumbledore, fighting furiously against the chains that held him gaining some length, but he was not strong enough to break free of the chains.

"NO ONE! NO ONE is going to use me to get to MY SON! While there is still breath in my body, I will do anything to protect my Childe from you, YOU MONSTER! Severus snarled viciously completely enraged.

Never in his life had Severus wanted so badly to rip out someone's throat, before tearing him limb from limb. Though he would never drink from the man, he would not sully himself like that. Dumbledore was pure evil and he would not take such a substance in to his body.

Regrettably Severus never reached his mark as the werewolf threw him back against the wall causing him to see stars as his head collided with the stone dungeon wall.

"Now Now Severus," the old man chided "No need to get all worked up. You'll get to see your son again; if you behave I will let you watch as your son is drained of his magic, a final goodbye if you will." Dumbledore said as he left headed out the door.

"Rest up Snape, after the Headmaster is done with your spawn, you and I will get to have some fun! Who knows, maybe will create a little childe of our own. Dumbledore is quite curious as to whether or not a Vampire-Werewolf hybrid could be controlled with Wolfsbane. Can you imagine what kind of powers such a child could have! And f it can't be properly controlled, we can always kill it." The werewolf said as leaned down to pressed a kiss against the semi conscious mans temple.

"Pleasant dreams." Lupin trilled his tone sickly sweet.

As the door closed and Severus was once again plunged into darkness, his last conscious thoughts were for his son, and the hope that his husband would come for him soon.

SMSLMSLNMS

Dream/Vision Sequence

"Unfortunately for you Mister Diggory, you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though, I think this will work in my favor."

"Avada Kedavra."

"NO!" Harry shouted as Cedric's lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

"You will be my greatest work Harry Potter, you will be the downfall of my greatest opposition, and the source of my greatest power. I needed to make sure you and the world believe the dark lord is back, when in reality I never left. The wizarding world will be mine!" the blur laughed maniacally, before hitting Harry with another Cruciatus.

"That will do nicely, now to alter things a bit and you will never know the truth!"

"Falsus Recordatio!"

A cold dungeon, an eboney haired man chained to a wall; where is your son Severus?"

The stubborn man refused to answer, so watched gleefully as his loyal pet werewolf snapped the filthy creature's fingers. He doubted such tactic would make it talk, but was nothing more than it deserved.

He watched as the creature lunged at him intent on tearing him limb from limb after informing him of his plans for his worthless progeny, and after a brief moment of panic he composed himself.

"Now Now Severus," he said as if speaking to a small child or one with limited inelegance. "No need to get all worked up. You'll get to see your son again; if you behave I will let you watch as your son is drained of his magic, a final goodbye if you will."

End Dream/Vision Sequence

Harry sprang up in bed trying to shake off the lingering effects of his dream and looked franticly around the room in an attempt to reassure himself that he was safe in his godfather's manor, and that he had not actually watched happily as his Da was tortured. Seeing his Athair sleeping in a chair to his right, and Ron sleeping to his left helped him to calm down a bit, though he was still deeply disturbed by what he had seen. For the next few minutes, Harry tossed and turned, unable to get his mind to shut up.

Harry sighed, there was no way he would be able to go back to sleep. He needed to think, and he knew his restlessness would wake his father and Ron, something he did not want to do. Knowing it was probably not a good idea but desperately needing a change of scenery, Harry stealthily climbed out of bed and padded quietly out of the room.

The hallway outside their barrowed chambers was nondescript, with a passageway leading both left and right. Harry did not particularly care where he ended up, but found himself drawn by the corridor to the left, a warm energy embracing him, encouraging him to come to it.

As he started down the left corridor, Harry tried not to think of his dream, or Sirius, or the fact that his Da was being held hostage, and that he was now a hundred percent sure Dumbledore orchestrated the entire graveyard fiasco. In other words, he was trying to ignoring the fact that at the moment his life sucked. He continued to walk down the hall for a time and was surprised when he found himself stopped outside a dark chocolate colored door. It seemed that while his mind had been busy avoiding everything, his feet were busy leading him to the room that seemed to be the nexus of the warm energy that permeated the entire hallway. He noticed the door to the room was ajar, and after knocking once, and getting no answer Harry slowly entered finding it empty.

As Harry looked around the room he noticed that seemed to be a cross between a library and a study. The well sized room was done up in creams and browns, giving the room an inventing and homey feel. It had packed bookshelves lining two of the four cream colored walls, with a large and well crafted oak desk in towards the back of the room, behind which was a small fireplace was a cheerily crackling fire. There were two comfy looking brown leather and wood chairs in front of the desk, along with a brown rug accented with intricate lighter brown designs. Off to one side of the room was the most inviting settee Harry had ever seen. He had no idea whose room this was, but he felt so safe and welcome that he hoped whoever it was wouldn't mind him staying for a while.

Harry sat down heavily on the wonderfully soft settee and placed his aching head in his hands. He made a mental list of things he needed to do starting with sorting through his jumbled thoughts and memories. He then need to strategize with Ron and (when he has the time) he needs to examine what had almost happened between the two of them earlier, and then he needed to find away to break his Da out of the Hogwarts dungeons. Thoughts of his Da caused his eyes to burn as he remembered the way his Da's fingers had looked, and tears fell silently as he became overwhelmed by everything.

Harry started as a hand gently carded through his hair, before pulling him into a sideways kind of hug. While Harry knew man holding him in a one armed hug was not his Athair, he no idea who it was or when they came in the room. Despite that fact, he felt no need to struggle and after a brief moment of resistance, he leaned into the comforting embrace.

For the longest time Harry and his comforter sat in silence, until he was calm enough to look at the man so generously giving him support and comfort. Harry felt only a mild shock when he found himself looking into the handsome face of his godfather. Exceedingly embarrassed and just a bit frightened, he quickly pulled himself away from the man, and tried to ignore the flash of what could have been hurt in the man's wine-red eyes.

"Sorry about that." Harry mumbled as he stared at the decorative rug.

"There is no need to apologize youngling, while I did not expect to find you here in my study, your presence is not unwelcome." The man said with a soft smile.

Harry could not help but gape at the Dark Lord's answer; he was still having a hard time separating Dumbledore's made up version of Lord Voldemort, with the Voldemort that was his godfather.

"Now, may I ask why you are alone here in my study instead of in bed with your Athair and friend?" His tone was warm and tender, and Harry found himself wanting to answer him; but the fear of being betrayed again stopped him. How could he be sure he could trust him? The man did try to kill him after all.

"I… its nothing, I'm fine. I am sorry for just barging into your study it's just the warm feeling lead me here and it was so comfortable, and I just needed a place to think, and I'll just be going" Harry said as he realized he was rambling. But as he made to get up off the settee, Marvolo grabbed his arm in a firm but kind manner stopping him from going too far.

"Wait, Harry please, that warmth you were talking about, that the Godparent-Godchild bond. I know that we don't know each other well and I am sure this is a confusing situation for you, but I would love the opportunity to get to know you, to help you with whatever it is that caused the bond to lead you here."

Harry could hear the desperation in Marvolo's voice, it was fraught with the need to convey his sincerity; and while harry was just as desperate to feel that connection, he could not bring himself to bring down the shields he built around his heart. He could not bring himself to let the man in. The person he really wanted to talk to was the one person he could never talk to again. He really wanted to talk to Sirius; Harry was sure he would have helped him make sense of everything.

"Of corse!" the Dark Lord exclaimed suddenly causing Harry to flinch. "Why didn't I think of it sooner!"

"Accio, letter to Harry!" he said briskly.

A second later, a letter shot out from the middle drawer of the desk landing neatly in the man's hand.

"Wandless Magic." Harry breathed impressed; he knew that his fathers' could use wandless magic in a pinch, an impressive feat in itself, but it was to taxing for them to use it so casually.

"Naturally," Marvolo said with an arrogant smirk. "I can teach you how to do wandless magic if you will let me. But right now I want you to read this." Marvolo said holding the parchment out him.

Harry eyed the letter distrustfully. "What is it?" he asked cautiously.

"My reply to your letter, written on the parchment you sent. I just finished it this afternoon and had not yet sent it out. I want you to read it; perhaps it will help convince you that I truly do care about you."

Without further hesitation, Harry took the letter from Marvolo who then proceeded to go over to his desk to sit.

Not sure what to make of the man's sudden change in seating, Harry looked at him inquiringly.

"I thought you might appreciate a bit of room, so I will work on a bit of paper work while you read. If you want to speak after, I will be available." And with that the Dark Lord turned his attention to his work.

Harry looked at the letter in his hands. He could clearly feel his own magical signature in the charm work surrounding it, and knew without a doubt it was the parchment he had sent with his letter. Situating himself a bit more comfortably on the settee, he started reading.

My dearest Godson,

I was amazed and quite pleased to have received a letter from you, and while I will answer your questions, let me first say that I am overjoyed that you have been found alive after all of these years. Your fathers and I had long ago given up hope that we would ever lay eyes on you again.

Now you have asked me quite a few important things, several of them requiring answers that are difficult for me to give, not because I don't want to, but because they are painful for me to relive for various reasons. I will however, answer to the best of my abilities.

First everything your fathers told you about me is true, I am a Dark Lord but I am not a supremacist, and while I do plan to change the Wizarding World, annihilating whole populations is not the way I intend to do it. I hope to meet you soon, and we can discus my plans at greater length then if you so desire.

Now for the difficult explanations; your inquiries and concerns about that horrible night when I tried to… when I tried to kill you are both wise and legitimate. This may come as a surprise but I had been corresponding with the Potters for some time. They had expressed a desire to join me, and the night I went to Godric's Hallow was to be our first face to face meeting. To this day I do not know if they were sincere in their wishes, or if Dumbledore had them set me up, only to turn on them.

When I got to the house everything seemed normal, but as the door opened to grant me entrance, I was hit with the Imperious cures. I should have been more aware, but as I was not, I was unprepared for such an attack, and therefore unable to fight it off; something I have since remedied. I was told to kill the child up stairs, and while I fought it, I could not help but cast the Unforgivable cures. Luckily the Godparent-Godchild bond we enacted when you were born, saved you, and in recognizing I was forced to kill you only turned me into a helpless creature, until I could be reborn. If you wish we can discuss this more at a later time, but I now wish to address perhaps the most important questions of your letter.

Yes Harry-Liam I do love and care for, do you think I am godfather to all of my followers children? I love and care for you and your fathers as the family that I never had, and if you give me the opportunity, I will show you just how much you mean to me. As for my expectations and intentions for you as my godson; I want you to be safe and happy, I want you to be yourself whoever that maybe, and while I would like for you to be at my side with your fathers as we change the Wizarding World, I will not force you. I know that you already have a Godfather in Sirius Black, and I have no intention of replacing him, nor will I try to keep you from him or him from you. I would however like to be on the list of people you turn to when you need advice or assistance and your fathers are unavailable or you wish to complain about how unfair or embarrassing they are. I hope that you will allow me the chance to make up for my wrongs and the time we have missed.

I truly do love you my godson, I hope to hear from you soon.

Your loving Godfather,

Marvolo

Harry could not believe what he had read, his godfather really did care for him, he wanted to help him and he did not want to take Sirius away from him even if the man was gone now.

"You really do care." Harry said his voice watery.

"Yes Harry I really do." Said Marvolo as he came to sit next to Harry.

Harry decided then and there that he could give his Godfather a chance, and he would start by telling Marvolo some of the events that led to him being found in his godfathers study when he should have been in bed.

"I had a nightmare about the graveyard-"

A/N: Have I told you guys how great you are? Well let me tell you, YOU GUYS ARE GREAT! Thank you so much to everyone that has followed, favorited or reviewed, you guys really are inspirational! ALSO if you have suggestions for a pet name Marvolo could call Harry/Liam that would be great! I have so many for his dads to call him but I could not think of anything for his godfather to call him! Feel free to ask questions about this chapter as I think it could be a bit confusing though I hope I made things mostly understandable.

The next chapter should have Severus's rescue, as I already have an escape plan thought out!

Thanks for reading,

Godiva9