Hi, this is a 'Severus is Harry's dad' thing, will be slash. I'm not in the least a good writer so I don't expect many reviews although I will be VERY grateful if you reviewed anyways. (I sound so boring!) anyways...

/blah blah blah/ - Harry's thoughts

Chapter 1 – Inheritance

It was nearing the end of the summer term and Harry Potter was not happy, in fact he didn't feel anything, except fear, betrayal and anger. You see, he had not received any presents from his so-called friends on his birthday and he had sent Hedwig to them, asking why. For this, he had gotten beaten by Vernon and was not allowed to let Hedwig out when she came back. On top of that, Ron had sent Hedwig back with a reply, a not very nice one at that. It read:

Harry,

Sorry about the presents, I forgot. I was with Hermione and we went out to a restaurant with her parents since it was her mum's birthday the week before, sorry again mate.

Ron

At the bottom there was a neat scrawl which Harry recognised as Hermione's writing, itread:

"I'm really sorry Harry, but I couldn't find you a present that I thought was perfect and only today I found it, it's enclosed in this envelope, I hope it's still there. I'm sorry about Ron, he's been so strange lately, since we've... Omigod! I just realized Ron hasn't said anything about that! Harry, me and Ron have been dating each other for quite a long time! I can't believe Ron hasn't mentioned it! Honestly, I need to talk to him. Well, I'll see you on the train, bye bye Harry xXx.

/Finally, they got together/

Harry winced as he kneeled on the floor. He pulled up the floorboards and placed the letter inside. He noticed the photograph album Hagrid had given to him and pulled it out. He made him self more comfortable on the floor and started to look through the album. Turning to the first page, he traced his finger over the face of his mum, tears welling up in his eyes s he did so. Unaware of the unlocking of his door, Harry turned the page over, to find the album ripped from his hands.

"No! Give it back to me!"

He looked up to find Dudley staring down at him.

"You're mine today to play with, daddy and mummy have gone out," he said, maliciously.

/Daddy... and mummy.../

Harry would have laughed until death had Dudley not mentioned the words mine and play in the same sentence.

Moving to grab Harry, Dudley accidentally dropped the album back into the unnoticed open floorboard. That is, it was unnoticed until Dudley put his foot in it.

"Ah! What's this," Dudley pulled out Harry's wand, "This doesn't seem very important does it. No?" and he broke it in half.

Harry felt the anger course through him as it was snapped. His wand was the only thing that Harry treasured as much as his Firebolt.

"Ooh, what's this, an album, no doubt of your dead parents, so you don't need these since they're dead."

/Huh? What's he on about? What an idiot/

Harry snorted at Dudley's stupidity despite his wand being snapped.

"You dare laugh at Dudley Dursley's incredible cleverness? Well, we'll see about that."

He proceeded to rip out the pages from the album, tearing them in half.

Anger, like nothing Harry had felt before, not since Lestrange and Sirius, ran through Harry's body, along with unbearable pain which was not a surprise since Harry jumped to his feet. He grabbed the book out of Dudley's hand,

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" bellowed Harry.

Amidst the ripped pages floating in the air, Harry swore he saw Dudley smirk.

"You think you can scare me? Look at you, freak, you're nothing but a worthless, midget, queer..."

Before he could finish, Harry punched him in the face and there was a sickening crack as Dudley's jaw broke. Harry, surprised at his own strength, backed away.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the room, making Harry cover his ears, which were ringing painfully.

"Shut up Dudley!" he shouted. Magically, the noise died down. Harry looked at Dudley, whose mouth was covered in blood. Harry panicked and looked at the clock, it read 23.54.

/Crap! Vernon and Petunia are probably on their way back now! I got to get out of here/

"Pack!" he cried.

Immediately, all his clothes and whatnot sped into his trunk, rearranging themselves neatly, and it closed with a quiet bang.

Harry stared at Dudley who had tears silently running down his face.

/ What a cry baby/

But even as he thought that, Harry waved his hand and healed Dudley's broken jaw, after putting a temporary silencing spell of course.

Dudley attempted to speak, but nothing came out.

"Aw, what's the matter Duddykins, lost your voice?" taunted Harry.

Dudley glared at Harry and got up. He made his way towards Harry, who was lifting up his trunk, and took out a knife out of his pocket.

Sensing Dudley, Harry unconsciously set up a shield that stopped Dudley in his tracks. Dudley, being the idiot that he is, tried to get through and ended up on the floor again.

Harry sighed and shook his head.

/What an idiot/

Opening the window, Harry jumped out of it and landed on two feet, extremely similar to a cat.

He summoned his trunk and set off towards the sidewalk.

/What the hell just happened back there? I just used wandless magic, and controlled it! Hang on a sec, how come I'm not limping? Oh my god! I just remembered, it's my 17th birthday! The inheritance! Urgh, I need to get to Hogwarts and talk to Dumbledore, my heads starting to kill me/

Reaching the sidewalk, he threw out his right hand, waiting for the knightbus to arrive. With an almighty bang, said bus arrived.

Lamps and hedges jumped out of the way as the bus made its way towards Harry. It stopped suddenly and the door open, revealing Stan Shunpike.

"Well! Look 'ere, nice to see yer 'gain 'Arry mate, nice to see yer. Where will yer be needin' t'go?" he asked.

Harry lifted the trunk up and climbed into the bus, "I need to get to Hogwarts, where's the closest you can get me to the castle?"

"Well, the closest would 'ave ter be Hogsmeade."

Harry did some thinking, "Ok, drop me off at the path leading to Hogwarts, and make it quick!"

He gave Stan the money and jumped onto one of the beds, placing a sticking charm on it.

"Wassssssup! Newez, lak I woz sayin! Me ma done no crap an' yer butt shat on a..."

Harry stopped listening to the shrunken head, which was seemingly on crack, and decided to talk to Stan since there was little else to do.

"So, Stan, how've you been?"

"I has been alrigh' and yer 'Arry? I 'eard abou' Sirius Black, never should have doubted 'im."

Harry stared tearfully out the window. His godfather, Sirius Black, was a wrongly accused criminal and in Harry's 5th year he had died in battle against Bellatrix Lestrange, who had met her fate in Harry's 6th year, when he had killed her during a failed Hogsmeade attack.

"I'm fine thank you."

After a series of bangs and curses from the blind driver, Stan announced that they had reached Hogsmeade.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll see you when I see you," said Harry.

Stan waved as Harry started the 30 minute walk to Hogwarts.

/Here we go/

Harry walked for about 6 minutes before he stopped and slapped his head.

/Gods! I'm such an idiot/

After placing the running spell on his feet, Harry took off and reached the front doors in no time at all.

He opened the doors and was met with the sight of filch cleaning the floors.

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.

/If anyone, I thought Filch would be glad to get away for the holidays/

"What you doing here boy?" he barked, noticing Harry, "I'll have you expelled, yes I wi..."

"I need to see Dumbledore, it's urgent."

Filch grunted and pointed up the stairs, "Off with you."

Harry started the long climb to Dumbledore's office, taking a few short cuts here and there.

He reached the Gargoyle and realized he didn't know the password.

"Ok, umm, Candy floss, Bounty, Cadbury's, um... I know! Weasley Wizarding Wheezes!"

The Gargoyle didn't move. "Right... um... err... Oh bloody hell! Damn the old fruitbat!"

To his surprise, the gargoyle leapt aside. He climbed the stairs quietly, in case he was interrupting something.

When he reached the top, he caught little bits of sentences being yelled at from someone who sounded remarkably like Severus who he had a quite close relationship with.

"...You think he would accept me being ..."

"...He hates me, he wouldn't..."

"...How would he react to me being his father..."

"...Treated him like shit for the last 6 years..."

One piece of information made him go cold with fury,

"Potter will not like this Albus! I cannot tell him I am his father!"

The door opened abruptly, revealing Severus Snape, who stopped in mid-step once he saw who was standing between the door and the stairs.

Harry glared at him, and leaving his trunk behind, sped down the stairs and took a short cut he knew that led to the grounds.

/How could he say that? After everything he done last year? I don't believe the bastard, I have to... Where the hell am I?/

Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he had unconsciously ran into the forbidden forest, and he was nowhere near the edges.

Harry looked around him but all he could see was trees, bushes and a lot of fog.

Suddenly, a twig cracked surprising Harry who promptly tripped over a tree root.

"...Harry...Potter..." A voice whispered.

Harry, now completely terrified, whispered back, "who's there? Go away!"

A dry cackle filled the air, sending chills down Harry's back.

"My masssster ssssendssss a gift, Happy birthday, Harry Potter," and with that, a bright pink light shot towards him, surrounding him in its magical glow.

The blood-curdling screams of Harry Potter filled the night, fortunately alerting Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore to his whereabouts.

Albus took a sharp breath, "The Forbidden Forest, I fear the worst Severus, come, we must go," and he changed into is animagus form, followed closely by Severus.

TBC

A/N: Aw... Damn whoever discovered writers block! I just got one! No! Ah well, I suppose this chapters long enough anyways. Please please please Review, it will mean a Lot to me... Pwease, pwetty pwease? Fankyou!

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