Part three:
I sat by one of the tables in the back of the Leaky Caldron playing with the glass in my hand. I guess the new and improved version of myself looked considerably older than I actually am as I had no problem procuring the pint of lager that I so desperately needed after all that shopping. I smirked silently to myself; of course it could have the patent Snape glare that I had treated the bartender to that had convinced him I was of age.
"Well hello Professor." I said without looking up. I could feel the man's presence as if darkness itself had been personified.
"Potter." He ground out.
"Don't call me that." I hissed. "He has nothing to do with me." I could feel the tension from the other man drain away. His face softened. Obviously he had been terrified it had all been some kind of a joke.
"Salazar." He corrected himself. I looked up to see the professor watching me with something akin to genuine happiness. 'My, my,' I thought. 'It seems that he genuinely cared about me and my mother.'
"Father." I greeted. "Take a seat. Drink?" I asked gesturing towards my own glass.
"Not for me." He said while taking a seat. He seemed totally uncaring to see me drinking. I guess Death Eaters start young. "What do you know?" He asked slowly. I smirked at him.
"I know that I am your son. My real name is Salazar. I hold Tom's essence and that my mother was a Death Eater." Snape nodded slowly.
"Ok then. What do you feel about finding out this about your mother." I laughed harshly. It was painfully obvious that Snape had no idea how to deal with this situation. Well I didn't either so I couldn't really judge.
"Well all I know is that you were a death eater and did your best to save me from harm. That Dumbledore is supposedly one of the 'good guys' and went out of his way to put me in it, and" I smiled wickedly "I want to meet Tom." Snape's eyes widened in shock. Whatever he had expected it definitely wasn't this. "Yes you did hear me correctly. I want to meet him. I want to meet the man that my mother believed in so strongly that she was willing to give up everything for him."
"But you hate him." I smiled at the comment picking up on the fact that Snape did not mention any danger on my part. It was just as I thought. Voldemort didn't want me hurt. How could he? I was his heir. Well, magically at least.
"Why should I hate him? When has he ever tried to hurt me? Really. In first year all he wanted was the stone. If I had just let him have it he wouldn't have tried to lay a finger on me. In second year it was my own fault in trying to save Weasel that led to the confrontation with the basilisk. If I had let things be I would never have come to any harm. Third year, I didn't come in contact with him at all. Though I do remember Dumbledore exposing me to a man that everyone believed to be a crazed murderer. And last year. Last year was the only time he actually hurt me. But what could he have done. I would have killed him if I had the chance. I was still blinded by Dumbledore's promises and lies. But I do remember when I was tied to the grave stone he had every opportunity to kill me there and then, yet he did not. If what Dumbledore had led me to believe was true he would have just done away with me then." Snape's expression was carefully blank.
"It sounds like you would have come to us even if the truth about your parentage had not come to light." He said levelly, not letting any emotion show.
"I honestly don't know." I told him. I looked him straight in the eye letting him see my emotions, that I was telling him the truth. "I wouldn't have stayed with Dumbledore, that much I know for certain. He has used me, put me in danger, expected impossible things of a child and worst of all when I was pouring my soul out to him after the third task his eyes were laughing at me. From that moment I knew that I could not follow that man." I looked up again and saw Snape's eyes were stormy. "So I ask you again. Take me to see Tom."
"I will do as you ask."
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Severus sat by his fire. After promising to take Salazar to see Voldemort, he had left him in his rooms at the leaky cauldron. Tomorrow evening he would take his son to see his master. He knew Voldemort would welcome the boy. The Dark Lord had practically doted on him as a small child. Severus smiled at the memory. Who would ever have imagined the Dark lord would sit on his knee's playing with a small infant. The only ones ever to see him like this were his most loyal followers, the parents of his heir, Lily and Severus.
I sat by one of the tables in the back of the Leaky Caldron playing with the glass in my hand. I guess the new and improved version of myself looked considerably older than I actually am as I had no problem procuring the pint of lager that I so desperately needed after all that shopping. I smirked silently to myself; of course it could have the patent Snape glare that I had treated the bartender to that had convinced him I was of age.
"Well hello Professor." I said without looking up. I could feel the man's presence as if darkness itself had been personified.
"Potter." He ground out.
"Don't call me that." I hissed. "He has nothing to do with me." I could feel the tension from the other man drain away. His face softened. Obviously he had been terrified it had all been some kind of a joke.
"Salazar." He corrected himself. I looked up to see the professor watching me with something akin to genuine happiness. 'My, my,' I thought. 'It seems that he genuinely cared about me and my mother.'
"Father." I greeted. "Take a seat. Drink?" I asked gesturing towards my own glass.
"Not for me." He said while taking a seat. He seemed totally uncaring to see me drinking. I guess Death Eaters start young. "What do you know?" He asked slowly. I smirked at him.
"I know that I am your son. My real name is Salazar. I hold Tom's essence and that my mother was a Death Eater." Snape nodded slowly.
"Ok then. What do you feel about finding out this about your mother." I laughed harshly. It was painfully obvious that Snape had no idea how to deal with this situation. Well I didn't either so I couldn't really judge.
"Well all I know is that you were a death eater and did your best to save me from harm. That Dumbledore is supposedly one of the 'good guys' and went out of his way to put me in it, and" I smiled wickedly "I want to meet Tom." Snape's eyes widened in shock. Whatever he had expected it definitely wasn't this. "Yes you did hear me correctly. I want to meet him. I want to meet the man that my mother believed in so strongly that she was willing to give up everything for him."
"But you hate him." I smiled at the comment picking up on the fact that Snape did not mention any danger on my part. It was just as I thought. Voldemort didn't want me hurt. How could he? I was his heir. Well, magically at least.
"Why should I hate him? When has he ever tried to hurt me? Really. In first year all he wanted was the stone. If I had just let him have it he wouldn't have tried to lay a finger on me. In second year it was my own fault in trying to save Weasel that led to the confrontation with the basilisk. If I had let things be I would never have come to any harm. Third year, I didn't come in contact with him at all. Though I do remember Dumbledore exposing me to a man that everyone believed to be a crazed murderer. And last year. Last year was the only time he actually hurt me. But what could he have done. I would have killed him if I had the chance. I was still blinded by Dumbledore's promises and lies. But I do remember when I was tied to the grave stone he had every opportunity to kill me there and then, yet he did not. If what Dumbledore had led me to believe was true he would have just done away with me then." Snape's expression was carefully blank.
"It sounds like you would have come to us even if the truth about your parentage had not come to light." He said levelly, not letting any emotion show.
"I honestly don't know." I told him. I looked him straight in the eye letting him see my emotions, that I was telling him the truth. "I wouldn't have stayed with Dumbledore, that much I know for certain. He has used me, put me in danger, expected impossible things of a child and worst of all when I was pouring my soul out to him after the third task his eyes were laughing at me. From that moment I knew that I could not follow that man." I looked up again and saw Snape's eyes were stormy. "So I ask you again. Take me to see Tom."
"I will do as you ask."
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Severus sat by his fire. After promising to take Salazar to see Voldemort, he had left him in his rooms at the leaky cauldron. Tomorrow evening he would take his son to see his master. He knew Voldemort would welcome the boy. The Dark Lord had practically doted on him as a small child. Severus smiled at the memory. Who would ever have imagined the Dark lord would sit on his knee's playing with a small infant. The only ones ever to see him like this were his most loyal followers, the parents of his heir, Lily and Severus.