Chapter 2: Coming to terms.
"No! Albus I have done everything that you have asked, more so now. However I refuse to allow you to let Potter move into the dungeons. There is no way he can stay there with me. I refuse. You will have to find somebody else. Hagrid would love the company. Any way Harry Potter would.. could never go into Slytherin." James was livid. He would not allow his only son to become some Draco Malfoy clone. He drew the line with two.
"Severus I am only asking for when the other students are not here. Winter, spring and summer breaks. I am refusing to send him back to those muggles." Albus was pushing his patience. No there was no way he could car for the boy, his son. "He needs a father figure and you are the closest thing he has."
"Thank you for the guilt. Fine, but if he gets in my way I will skin him alive and use his blood to dye your robes." With that he swept away. Anyone who looked at him would think he was pissed. However he was giddy. He would get closer to his son. It would be strange caring for him over breaks, but bit by bit he would win Harry over. They would bond if it killed one or both of them.
"Severus why are you smiling?" Minerva was always so nosey. "Are you not going to tell me?"
"That's right. So keep you over large nose out of it." He was no longer a student so she couldn't do anything to him. "Going to huff Minerva?"
"You Bloody git." She said before leaving his range. But he could hear "It's not that big." When she was no longer around he laughed. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all. He could get back at the Gryffindors and their head of house all at once. He could get close to Harry, and make his son trust him. He had to remember that Harry was physically abused, and maybe mentally abused too.
'Don't worry Harry, as long as my secret remains a secret then I will protect you from harm.' Harm? That was such an odd word. There were many things that could harm a fifteen-year-old boy. He could fall in love, and get rejected. That hurt… He could also get hexed and hurt. Or the same thing could happen to Harry as it did to James. The person he loved could have sex with his alternate personality.
Multiple personalities… You have just got to love them. James had never told his friends about his derangement. They would leave him. When he was James he was happy to be near Sirius, but when his depressed side showed Severus came out to haunt the world. Many have wondered how one could be in two places at the same time, most thought it was impossible. James or rather Severus had been wonderful at potions.
One potion trapped the different personalities, while another split them in half. He had taken the second potion, until the day his wife died. She had been the only one to figure it out. She had noticed him brewing in the basement and without him knowing she had looked at it. She was shocked. She had never known whom the other half was, but he had to keep it that way.
His happy side had died that night. Not really, but it had shuddered and rejoined him so fast it was hidden under pain, anger, and resentment. The pain was because his other half had practically died, and that brought a lot out of him. The anger was because Voldemort had tried to kill him, his wife, (whom died that night.) and their young son.
The funny part was that James had never figured out whose son Harry really was. He had a part of each man. He had James' looks while he had the cunning and deviousness of Severus. They were so far apart that no they were not the same man, but they were. He bumped into somebody and looked down. There on the ground was Potter. The barer of his resentment. Potter was not alone however. There was a small crowd around. "Why not watch where you are going boy!"
"Sorry Professor. Your right I wasn't watching." Harry said looking down. James walked past with out deducting house points. He heard Mr. Ron Weasley say a few choice words behind his back. Harry answered like the perfect gentleman. "Ron it may have been my fault, but if he deducted too many points then we would fall out of the race to win house cup."
James laughed inside of course. He couldn't show that his heir humored him. He couldn't show he had an heir. There was no way that his son would ever know who he was. He promised to settle for watching Harry grow from afar. Dumbledore had to have seen the staring, the extra detentions with the Potions master. He must have thought the worst.
What if Dumbledore thought that Lames or Severus had a thing for young Mr. Potter? How gross can one though get? Probably doing that. His heart sank and he felt sick. Finally he was near his classroom, he hung a letter to the rest of his classes saying that he was ill and would not teach. But they would have to write a report on some potion studied within their year.
With that he retied to his bedchambers. He showered and then dried off. He climbed into his large four poster bed. He had gotten a hold of Harry's diary. While James was staying keep out Severus was saying that he needed to know about his son's life. There were a lot of horror stories written over the summer holidays. Now he knew why Harry wasn't going to be returned to them. However there was a part about him, and he couldn't help but read it.
Hermione asked me what I would do if my father weren't James Potter but Professor Snape…I had answered by cracking up laughing. If that ever happened I would eat my history of Magic book. He couldn't be my father…I am not so cold and distant. But there are time when Snape lets his guard down. Once during potions fourth year he was staring at me. It held no venom. I had though that maybe; just maybe it was all an act. That he really loved me or at least cared for me. Wishful thinking I guess.
'Have I hurt him so much?' Severus was so in thought that re forgot to close the book before falling asleep. 'Good night sweet Prince.' With that Severus James Snape Potter fell asleep at noon something he never does.