Disclaimer- Hey, I found Severus in a puddle on the side of the street. That means he's mine now; I found him! (police whistle) JK Rowling's-" Stop her that's the girl who stole my work!" Uh-oh (puts Sev in pocket and runs away). Ok so, it's not mine I'm just "borrowing" it.

  Harry opened his eyes only to find himself on a bed that he knew definitely was not his. It was much larger and softer than the bed he had been lent by the Dursleys. He sat up and immediately wished he hadn't. He grabbed the sides of his head which pounded with a fury he usually only encountered when he was near Voldemort.

   "That, my boy, is what we commonly call a hangover."

   Harry slowly turned his head in the direction of where the voice had come from. As his glasses were not on, all he could make out was a blurry black figure surrounded by equally blurry red wallpaper. However, he had no trouble identifying whose voice it was.

   "Professor Snape?" Harry asked as he put on his glasses which were on a table beside the bed. "How…how did I get here? And where is here?" The decadence (now that he could make he out he could tell a lot of extravagance had been put into making the spacious room) displayed in the room was a far cry from Madam Pomfrey's ward.

   The black figure sauntered over to the bedside. " Potter, you have the pleasure of being in my humble abode. Try not to get too comfortable. If it wasn't obvious by now, it was I that brought you here. As to why, well that's the crux of the story now."

   Despite his best efforts, Snape couldn't manage to keep the snarl for his voice. He just looked too much like James. It sickened him. He clutched the small medallion that had he had found in the music box more tightly at the thought.

   "Well, I kind of remember you coming into my room. I wasn't feeling well, then I, I blacked out, sir."

   "Well, you have forgotten the most important part."

   "What would that be, Professor?"

   Snape could sense the apprehension in Harry's voice. 'Only that you were sucking the blood out of my arm. Oh, and I'm your father.' Oh yeah, that would go over real well. He still didn't know how he was going to tell Harry.

   Letting out a sigh, he sat on the corner of the bed. Harry briefly thought that perhaps Snape was here to hand him over to Voldemort, but something in Snape's eyes told him differently. Harry felt quite certain a look of sympathy did not belong in the potion master's blackened orbs.

   "Harry, what would you do if I told you that you weren't who you thought you were? Would you want to know the truth if it would change everything in your life- knowing that this may cause your friends to hate you? Or would you want to remain ignorant, keeping things as they are? "

   The first thing Harry noticed was that Snape had called him by his first name. What was Snape talking about? It obviously had something to do with what had happened to him. But change everything? Was happiness an excuse to hide the truth? Harry didn't really know, but he couldn't lie to himself by remaining ignorant. He knew that no secret could cause his friends to hate him if they were his true friends.

   "Professor, people have been trying to protect me from every little things since I've come to Hogwarts. I know they have the best intentions in mind, but they can't keep me secure forever. I can't allow such intentions to cover me like a security blanket. Willful ignorance is never excuse, and it is something I could never adhere to. Please, Professor, tell me what it is that I need to know."

   'Damn that Gryffindor blood. Ok, Severus, just remain calm '

   "There are several things. Firstly, you have other relatives besides your aunt and her family."

   "What? Who? Why didn't I know before?" Harry exploded.

   "Well, Sirius isn't just your godfather. He is your cousin, seeing as he was your mother's cousin as well."

   "Really?!" Harry could barley contain his excitement. "But why didn't he tell me before?"

   "How am I supposed to know? Probably so you wouldn't do something stupid like trailing after a convicted murderer."

   "Sirius had nothing to do with any murder! It was Peter Pettigrew that betrayed my parents, and he is still alive…."

   With that Severus let out a condescending chortle. "Of course I know that now. I've heard word of Pettigrew's return to the fold." Harry noticed Snape's hand clinch the bed sheets as he mentioned Pettigrew's name.

   "Then why did you accuse…?"

   "Because it is the truth. The authorities are still after him, and I would venture to guess that his living arrangement is not a happy one. Probably living in a cave somewhere." At that Harry flushed, even though he would probably prefer a cave to the Dursley's.

   "That's not all. Harry this is very hard for me to tell you, as I just learned it recently myself." Snape rubbed the medallion for a sense of comfort but failed to gain any. 'Maybe I should just chuck Lily's letter at him and leave him to it,' he thought.

   "One of your parents is not dead."

   Harry stared at him in shock. How was this possible? In his dreams he had seen the flashes of green and even seen his mother hit with the curse. He had never seen James go down, though he had always assumed it to be so. "Is it my father?" he asked tentatively.

   Snape was aghast. How could he have guessed? "Yes."

   "Well, where is he?"

   Apparently Harry hadn't guessed. 'Here I go.' He was beginning to sweat slightly. Snape took in a deep breath. "James Potter died that night during Voldemort's attack. However, James was not your father."

   "What? Then who?"

   "I am."

   Harry didn't know how to respond so he did the only thing he could, laughed. "You must be kidding me. How would that be possible? Oh, god. This isn't happening. I'm still on 13 Privet Drive having some sort of hallucination."

   Severus placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Harry, this IS happening. It was a surprise to me too. I only found out because Sirius found some of Lily's things in the remnants of Goderic's Hollow. It's true."

   As he continued to talk he noticed that Harry's laughs were becoming sobs. Gently he allowed the boy to fall into his arms. "We'll find a way to make this work out. We have no choice."

   Harry picked himself off the potion's master. Wiping his tears away, he asked, " How? How is that you are my father? I look just like James. My mother was married to James. Were you having an affair? I, I don't understand."

   "No, Harry. I loved your mother very much when we were in school. When we were sixteen, we were married. We never told anyone; it was too dangerous. After all, she was in Gryffindor, I in Slytherin, and Voldemort was in power. It was a week before graduation when she presented me with divorce papers. She never told me why. Of course, she had always been friends with James and his gang. I had heard whispers of their romancing, but I knew she would never cheat on me or anyone. Shortly after, James and Lily were married. A few months later, you were born. It…it tore me apart. It drove me into the open arms of Voldemort. I never thought he would kill Lily. That is why I became a spy for Dumbledore. I would have done anything for her, anything.

   You were born so close to when Lily and I divorced and she and James got married. I had a fleeting thought that maybe you were mine. After all, we were married and 18; we weren't using…protection. When I saw you there was no doubt that you were James'; you were identical, even then. Apparently my presumptions were wrong. I had forgotten how good Lily was at charms. She cast a glamoure on you to look like James, and so you have."

   "This is too much. I need some time to think about this."

   "Very well, but know that this is only the beginning of the story," and with that Snape rose up and seemingly floated out the door, magically closing it behind him.

   Harry curled himself up into a ball. He didn't know what he was going to do. Snape was right: he wasn't who he thought he was. He wasn't Harry Potter; he was Harry Snape. Yuck. That sounded horrible. He didn't know what he was going to tell Ron and Hermione. Maybe they would hate him if they found this out. His stomach was beginning to hurt.

   Harry stared at the top of the canopy bed, trying desperately to sort out what he had been told. How could his mother lie to him? He had to be rational. She was probably trying to keep him safe from Voldemort as well as Snape's enemies. What did Snape mean by this was just the beginning? What else could there be? With these thoughts in mind Harry drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Author's Note- Hope you liked it. I'll have more as soon as I can. Please R+R so I can feel motivated to write faster!