Part two:
An incredibly stunned potion's master sat in his dungeon, clutching at a piece of parchment.
"In the name of Merlin. She actually did it." He murmured. Only three people were present when they decided on a name for his son. And the only other person he could have found it out from was dead. His eyes clouded at the memory. And people wondered why he hated Potter. The bastard had killed his soul mate.
He smiled sadly. At long last it looked like he might get a bit of her back. The son the he had to give up for the good of his lord could be coming back to him. He remembered Lily's promise to him. That she would make sure that his son would find out where his true loyalties lie. His love was the most cunning witch he had ever met. And she had managed to find a way to keep that promise.
Severus slowly laid down the piece of parchment. His eyes drifted towards the clock. It was hours until the meeting time. He sat back in his chair and tried to decide what to tell his son.
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I stood in the center of Diagon alley. Watching people as they bustled by. They didn't even spare me a second glance. I could feel laughter threatening to bubble up inside of me. I was just another face in the crowd. I had almost forgotten how good that actually feels.
My pockets were bulging with wizard and muggle money that I had liberated from my vault. Now for what to buy. First things first. I need new clothes. I cannot go around wearing Dudley's rejects forever.
I slowly made my way out into muggle London. I reveled in the sight. A Metropolis of people rushing this way and that without a care for anything other than getting where they needed to be at that moment. I half wish that I were a muggle. They don't really have anything to worry about. They live their lives without a thought for the darkness that is about to consume the world. But it is only half wish. I could never give up my magic even thought it has caused me no number of problems. A world without magic would be like living in chains. I really can't imagine myself not being able to do the magic that I now take for granted. Fair enough during the holidays we are not supposed to perform even the most simple of spells but I still 'know' that I can. If the shit hits the fan and everything goes to hell, I can still use my magic to defend myself. A little known fact. Fighting of the imperious curse is actually wandless magic rather than strength of will. This is why not everyone can do it. Only those with the potential to wandless magic can cast off the curse. Anyway, I digress.
I walked confidently into a small darkly lit store and smiled broadly. Now this was my kind of place. The shop was crammed with clothes and other accessories. I wandered through the shopping buying anything that took my fancy. In the end I had an entirely new wardrobe, jeans, leather pants, bondage pants, shirts, t-shirts, vest tops, the lot, all in black green or silver. But it was the jewelry I had the most fun with. I procured a wide array of restraint cuffs, gauntlets, collars and harnesses. I paid for the lot, no small sum I might add. And wearing a pair of the leather pants I bought and a green silk shirt, I headed out of the shop.
My purchases were in my pocket, shrunken with a simple spell. I smirked, who knew that the spells to make sure underage wizards didn't use magic was only active when you were actually at home. Only me I guess, as I had never heard of it happening before. I rolled my eyes mockingly; the ministry of magic would not know common sense even if it bit them in the ass.
Now back to Diagon Alley, and the real fun can begin. I strolled down the bustling street, an arrogant smirk plastered to my face. I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window; it was a smirk even Malfoy would be proud of. I glanced along the street.
"Speak of the devil." I whispered. The ice blond Slytherin himself was sauntering towards me. I stared at him levelly and leaned casually against the nearest wall.
"Well if it isn't the ice prince himself." I murmured loud enough for him to hear. Draco's head snapped up and his eyes widened. I laughed, knowing full well what he saw. A younger version of professor Snape, wearing leather pants. Draco quickly regained his composure.
"And who might you be?" He asked coldly.
"I am Salazar 'Snape'" I said emphasising the Snape. He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly disbelieving.
"Severus does not have a son." He said confidentially.
"You are so very wrong sweetie. He most definitely has a son." I smirked at him. Recognition dawned on his face. I pulled myself up to my full height and put my lips close to his ear.
"Ask your lord, he will tell you the truth." Draco almost staggered as I took a step back. "Tell Tom I said hi." I left a very stunned little dragon behind as I sauntered off to buy my supplies.
I won't bore you with the details of what I bought for school, let's just leave it at saying I got everything I needed. And then some. Some books for extra curricular reading, got to brush up on the family trade don't I. And by that I don't mean potions.
An incredibly stunned potion's master sat in his dungeon, clutching at a piece of parchment.
"In the name of Merlin. She actually did it." He murmured. Only three people were present when they decided on a name for his son. And the only other person he could have found it out from was dead. His eyes clouded at the memory. And people wondered why he hated Potter. The bastard had killed his soul mate.
He smiled sadly. At long last it looked like he might get a bit of her back. The son the he had to give up for the good of his lord could be coming back to him. He remembered Lily's promise to him. That she would make sure that his son would find out where his true loyalties lie. His love was the most cunning witch he had ever met. And she had managed to find a way to keep that promise.
Severus slowly laid down the piece of parchment. His eyes drifted towards the clock. It was hours until the meeting time. He sat back in his chair and tried to decide what to tell his son.
*******************
I stood in the center of Diagon alley. Watching people as they bustled by. They didn't even spare me a second glance. I could feel laughter threatening to bubble up inside of me. I was just another face in the crowd. I had almost forgotten how good that actually feels.
My pockets were bulging with wizard and muggle money that I had liberated from my vault. Now for what to buy. First things first. I need new clothes. I cannot go around wearing Dudley's rejects forever.
I slowly made my way out into muggle London. I reveled in the sight. A Metropolis of people rushing this way and that without a care for anything other than getting where they needed to be at that moment. I half wish that I were a muggle. They don't really have anything to worry about. They live their lives without a thought for the darkness that is about to consume the world. But it is only half wish. I could never give up my magic even thought it has caused me no number of problems. A world without magic would be like living in chains. I really can't imagine myself not being able to do the magic that I now take for granted. Fair enough during the holidays we are not supposed to perform even the most simple of spells but I still 'know' that I can. If the shit hits the fan and everything goes to hell, I can still use my magic to defend myself. A little known fact. Fighting of the imperious curse is actually wandless magic rather than strength of will. This is why not everyone can do it. Only those with the potential to wandless magic can cast off the curse. Anyway, I digress.
I walked confidently into a small darkly lit store and smiled broadly. Now this was my kind of place. The shop was crammed with clothes and other accessories. I wandered through the shopping buying anything that took my fancy. In the end I had an entirely new wardrobe, jeans, leather pants, bondage pants, shirts, t-shirts, vest tops, the lot, all in black green or silver. But it was the jewelry I had the most fun with. I procured a wide array of restraint cuffs, gauntlets, collars and harnesses. I paid for the lot, no small sum I might add. And wearing a pair of the leather pants I bought and a green silk shirt, I headed out of the shop.
My purchases were in my pocket, shrunken with a simple spell. I smirked, who knew that the spells to make sure underage wizards didn't use magic was only active when you were actually at home. Only me I guess, as I had never heard of it happening before. I rolled my eyes mockingly; the ministry of magic would not know common sense even if it bit them in the ass.
Now back to Diagon Alley, and the real fun can begin. I strolled down the bustling street, an arrogant smirk plastered to my face. I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window; it was a smirk even Malfoy would be proud of. I glanced along the street.
"Speak of the devil." I whispered. The ice blond Slytherin himself was sauntering towards me. I stared at him levelly and leaned casually against the nearest wall.
"Well if it isn't the ice prince himself." I murmured loud enough for him to hear. Draco's head snapped up and his eyes widened. I laughed, knowing full well what he saw. A younger version of professor Snape, wearing leather pants. Draco quickly regained his composure.
"And who might you be?" He asked coldly.
"I am Salazar 'Snape'" I said emphasising the Snape. He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly disbelieving.
"Severus does not have a son." He said confidentially.
"You are so very wrong sweetie. He most definitely has a son." I smirked at him. Recognition dawned on his face. I pulled myself up to my full height and put my lips close to his ear.
"Ask your lord, he will tell you the truth." Draco almost staggered as I took a step back. "Tell Tom I said hi." I left a very stunned little dragon behind as I sauntered off to buy my supplies.
I won't bore you with the details of what I bought for school, let's just leave it at saying I got everything I needed. And then some. Some books for extra curricular reading, got to brush up on the family trade don't I. And by that I don't mean potions.