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Harry was hardly able to understand what was going on, his brain being on emotional overdrive as he had his extremely long panic attack. He watched the two who meant the most to him as they kept looking down at him and talking, Severus looking panicked. Then Lyra mover closer to him, Sev moved away, and a pain erupted down his neck. It lasted forever, he thought, and nearly passed out as it heightened, then started fading, and he relaxed. Probably not the best choice.

He felt something swelling inside him, demanding freedom. Harry closed his eyes and nearly screamed.

A snake, large, green, with fangs the size of his head. it stared at him, their eyes connecting, yellow to green. A surprising sense of calm settled over the boy.

"You're hiding from me." the snake whispered.

Harry shook his head, feeling inexplicably saddened by this quiet proclamation, "No. I would never." He spoke honestly, for reason he knew not.

The snake studied him for a long moment, and then nodded its head, "No. You wouldn't. Would you like to learn the truth?"

"About what?" his curiosity piqued.

Its scales shimmered in the non-existent light as its eyes - no, his eyes - softened, "About your past. The life before the pain. the love before the hate."

"What love? No one loves me."

The snake hissed his displeasure at the boy and his beliefs and shook his head, "You were loved by many, but an evil man, the very same that placed you with your abomination of relatives, took you from your loving family the day you were born.

Harry nearly cried. He knew from the shows Petunia watched on the Telly that childbirth was a beautiful thing for a family and to have it ruined like that seemed, even to this young boy, a horrible thing. "Who? Who loved me? Please!" he begged desperately.

The snake coiled around him gently, yet cautiously, "Your fathers did, for one."

Harry blinked at the work 'fathers', and then smiled widely, tears welling in his eyes, his imagination conjuring an image of a baby with black hair smiling up at two faceless men as they looked down at him in adoration.

"Tell me everything! Please." he added as an afterthought. The snake smiled knowingly and nodded his great head, before getting settled and staring his tale,

"Hogwarts, as you know, is a school of magic. You are taught a variety of subjects that help you to choose which magical profession you would most likely make a decent living off of, while enjoying it as much as possible. Severus Snape was the most proficient Potions student they had there; he could brew anything and everything on pure instinct. There was a time, though, that the Professor there was extremely incompetent, during Severus's fifth year, and was angry that the boy could easily have his job at such a young age. He was very tough on Severus, hoping to turn him away from Potions, yet at the same time wanting him as a part of the noble field. It was hard for Severus. He was given difficult potions, some that only a master would know. Yet he prevailed. But the Master, even with all the work he was piling on your father, still wanted him to snap. So he made him a tutor."

Harry leaned forward slightly as the snake continued, "Tom Marvolo Riddle was a brilliant student, one of Hogwarts best, right up there with your father. Yet he couldn't brew potions for his life. He was well liked by much of the school, easily fitting in all the groups, or cliques. He was manipulative. Not exactly in a bad way but there were no closed doors for him, as he got what he wanted easily."

Harry frowned slightly, as he heard the description of the man whom he guessed was his father.

The snake guessed his mood and shook her head slightly, "Do not worry, young one. Let me continue." Harry nodded.

"Young Severus didn't always see eye to eye with him, as he thought trying to fit in with people who would never appreciate the real you was a waste of time. He looked at Tom and his fake friendly demeanor with scorn and contempt as he himself bent over cauldrons and worked well into the night, believing hard work was the way to succeed in life. So when they were paired together as tutor and student, it was very difficult. Severus resented Tom for hindering him in his work, and taught him very little in the time he despised him. Tom, with all his smarts, didn't understand.

"One night, as they were bent over what Severus thought as an extremely easy potion, he yelled at Tom for a small mistake, and Tom reacted. 'Well at least I have friends!' was what he replied angrily, coldly. Severus stopped, shocked, and seemed frozen with fear. He knew Tom was right, knew that he had no one to look at him with caring like Tom did. Severus, you see, had an extremely similar home life to yours, so he would not know love as well as even Tom, who was only slightly cared for at the orphanage where he resided. So the callous remark made by Tom hit him hard, and Tom could see that as Severus stumbled backwards and slid down the wall in despair. The pain too much for him to handle, and Tom immediately felt remorse and quite a few other feelings…"

The snake smirked at Harry, who blushed, understanding, and said "I'll save you all the gory details, young one." Harry nodded.

"After school they got married and found they were expecting a child. They were beyond happiness, yet they knew that it was important to keep it secret, because there were many people who wished him pain. Somehow, the Order of the Phoenix found out about their expected and told their leader, Albus Dumbledore, who, as you say, stole you away in a horrible way. A year later, when Severus was working at Hogwarts as he believed he had been a follower of a fictitious Dark Lord and taken in by Dumbledore, who was the headmaster of the school; Tom went to your parent's home and murdered them, hoping to take you back, but was captured himself after committing the murders, leaving you in the arms of Dumbledore, who took you to your only living relatives."

The snake finished with a hiss and Harry felt tears run tracks down his face, imagining the happy family that could have been.

"Now do you understand the truth, young one?"

Harry nodded frantically, "Yes, I do. Please, let me go see my father. Please."

The Snake smiled, "Very well. You'll be seeing your other father very soon, little one."

A grin lit Harry's face for the first time in a long time as the world faded away around him.