This is in response to Americanpie's review. Please know that I appreciate your thoughts, and I hope that these can adequately answer your questions.

1) because I don't like new characters

sorry that that's your opinion.
2) the one that you picked is original but I don't like the fact that she is like related to Salazar Slytherin( and don't like that Harry is either but whatever)

it's necessary for the rest of the story
3)You should have made Harry Snape's apprentice because then they would have had more time to bond as father and son, and Draco Akasha's because both of the Snape siblings like are in love with him and it seem's like they get fed up with Harry in like a second

I think I talked about this but whatever...Dumbledore doesn't want Harry's apprentice to be so emotionally close to him. By bringing Akasha in he is countering that particular dilemma.
4) Don't you think that Harry would be mad at Draco because he told Ron and Hermione that he was Snape's son?

Harry hasn't had a chance to talk to Draco in private yet. When he does, you can be assured Harry won't take this breach of privacy lying down.
5)Did Harry want Ron and Hermione to know?

Eventually, but he wanted to be the one to tell them.
6)How come Ron and Hermione were never really concerned with Harry's well being while he was in the hospital wing for like a week?

They didn't know he was in the hospital wing.
7)this might have been mentioned but I don't remember Why did Ginny and Nevile go with Ron and Hermione to see Draco?

It's my personal opinion that Neville and Ginny are going to be playing larger roles as friends in the series. I wanted to have this in my own story. While they're not as close to Harry as Ron and Hermione, they are still concerned about his welfare.
8)Why did Draco care so much about what Harry's home life was like

Curiosity more than anything. Draco was curios as to why Harry was acting the way he was and he wanted answers.
9)How come Harry and Draco get along so well with no real fights

As of yet, Harry and Draco haven't had much time together. They are by no means friends, and I can assure you that they don't really get along very well.
10)Why did Draco get over the fact that he was disowned so easily?

He hasn't, but he's a Slytherin and doesn't show his emotions. Inside, he's really hurt by this seeming betrayal. Besides, the sting of the disownment kind of was taken away when Snape told the two about the pact with Voldemort
11) Why did Harry get out of Snape's lap if he didn't really want to? It's not like Snape isn't nice to him in private and I don't think that he would just say "get off of me I can't stand you" and it would probably get Harry and Snape to be a little bit more emotionally conected.

Harry's never been in this kind of situation before and doesn't really know how to act. And there is the fact that Severus has hated Harry for years, and Harry isn't quite ready to just let that go. The two still have a lot of barriers to face before they can become very intimate in a father/son relationship.

My Father's Shadow

Chapter 16

It's Better to Have Loved and Lost

Lessons for that evening were cancelled in order to allow Harry time to adjust to his magic again. He was surprised that it had seemed to grow during the time that it had been bound. Where he had felt just a tingle to indicate his magic's present before there was now a pound, and it was putting him in a rather bad mood as he headed back down to his rooms.

What was putting him in a worse mood was the fact that Snape had been right about him having a hard time controlling his magic. His emotions were raging and he was finding that it had an adverse effect on his magic, making it rage harder in an attempt to get loose.

After reaching his rooms he found that that was not particularly the place he wanted to be, and, after grabbing his journal, he headed towards the Astronomy Tower. It was the only place he could think of to get some peace, at least for a while, as the sun was just now setting and it would be at least a few hours before students came to study the stars.

He settled down on a ledge, almost perilously close to falling, and opened his journal, finding that it had changed to a gray, stormy color. Looking at the inside cover he found an index, showing him all the different colors and their subsequent meanings. Finding the shade of gray he was currently seeing, he found that it meant that he was in a confused, angry mood. He shook his head in bitter amusement. If only muggle mood rings were capable of this kind of magic.

He opened it up to the first page, where blank parchment practically called out to him. And then quite suddenly words appeared on the page. Surprised, and remembering the journal of Tom Riddle he dropped the book on the floor. Then, berating himself he looked at the page. On it were the words: With thy blood, I thee bind, with an image of a wand next to it.

Catching on quickly Harry took out his wand, conjured a small dagger and pricked his finger, letting a drop of blood fall to the page.

"With thy blood, I thee bind," he intoned. A ball of magic flame engulfed the book and when it vanished on the cover were the words:

The Journal of Harry J. Snape

Harry winced. If he was going to be using the Snape name, even if only in private, he really needed a different first name. Harry J. Snape just didn't work. He couldn't very well bring up the subject with Snape though because he just wasn't in the mood to be sneered at.

Looking at the dagger, he contemplated cutting but decided it just wasn't worth it at the moment. He could feel the need to do it pulsing through him, but he wasn't naïve enough to think that Snape had forgotten about his pledge not to allow Harry out of someone's sight at all times. If he wasn't very much mistaken there was someone trailing him right now.

He vanished the dagger, and looked out at the grounds. Then he turned his attention to his journal. Opening it, he conjured a Muggle pen and began to write, his words coming out in the same color as the cover at the moment.

Help me
I'm so confused
Alone, in a river of pain
I'm drifting slowly away

Help me
I'm so confused
Alone, in a world of stereo-types
I trudge through the manure of my own denial

Help me
I'm so confused
Alone, in a valley of darkness
I stumble blindly
Blinded by the soft cotton of despair

Help me
I'm so confused
Alone, atop the mountain of forlorn hope
My every step is a constant reminder
Of the inevitability of perpetual doom

Help me
I'm so confused
Alone, I wander through the icy Arctic that is my heart
My ragged breathing a testament to my wilting desire to live

Help me
I'm so confused
Alone, across the abandoned desert

That signifies my wounded feelings
I drag my feet through the sand
And consider my dissipated dreams

Help me
I"m so confused
Alone, under the blood red moon, the symbol of my unending torture
I heave a last gasp as I ponder my growing bewilderment
I take my last breath

Help me
I'm so confused

Harry read the poem and decided that he rather liked it. He had never considered himself much of a poet, but this seemed to suit him personally. He realized it didn't matter whether or not it was considered good. It was personal and no one else would ever see it.

He closed the journal and left the Astronomy Tower, painfully aware of the shadow that followed him.

"He just looked so sad Ron," Hermione insisted for the sixth time since Potions. Ron nodded his head absently.

"I know 'Mione, but there's not much we can do," Ron said distractedly, trying to concentrate on his potions homework.

"But Ron surely Dumbledore wouldn't allow Harry to stay with Snape in the condition he's in," Hermione fretted.

"Look, 'Mione, Dumbledore wouldn't do anything he didn't think was right," Ron said, sounding strangely mature.

"What about the Dursley's Ron?" she asked fearfully. "I'm not sure that that was the right thing to do either, after all what about when they locked him in that cupboard or didn't feed him right?"

"Hermione I just don't know what we're going to do about it," Ron said, obviously frustrated. "I care about him as much as you do but what can we possibly do. He hasn't asked for help, and strangely, Malfoy seems to be looking out for him."

Hermione was silent for a moment. "I told him to mail us," Hermione said anxiously. "Ron, if we can't get in touch with Harry directly, then let's mail Malfoy. Maybe...I don't know the Slytherin might actually be helpful."

Ron was quiet. Hermione was rather proud of him. Since the beginning of the year he had been more mature, acting more like his age than most boys in the same age group. It was like the death of Sirius had got to him, and he was more concerned about other people instead of his own innate jealousy. Even his prejudice was slightly diluted this year, towards Slytherin's and Snape alike. Still, his answer surprised her.

"Yeah, let's do that."

Snape and Akasha were in a hurried discussion as they walked towards Severus' chambers. Severus had an angry look on his face, and Akasha looked even angrier.

"Meddling old fool," Severus muttered.

"Oh shut up Severus, you sound like an indignant child," Akasha snapped. "I'm no more happier about this than you, but at least I'm not whining about it."

"Excuse me Akasha, but if I feel the need to "whine" as you oh so elegantly put it then I will," Severus snapped back. "I have no interest in sharing the planet with you never mind my personal chambers."

"Listen to me Severus," Akasha whispered dangerously. "Nor do I wish to share them with you but if Dumbledore says that it will allow me to oversee my apprentice more closely then so it will. Unless you'd rather I take the boy to my own quarters?"

"Absolutely not," Severus said. "The boy is in too much emotional turmoil right now to deal with only your lovely company. Anyway, we have too many issues for him to be separated from me right now."

"Heaven knows the boy will be better off," she muttered.

"The boy stays."

"Where is the boy anyway?" Akasha queried. "Don't tell me you left him alone. After last night?"

Severus sneered at her. "Of course I didn't leave him alone Akasha. I sent Draco to watch him."

"Do you think he'll try anything Severus?"

"It is much too soon for Harry to try anything drastic again. He knows that I've decided that he will never be alone, and so he won't be willing to break this seeming trust that I've given him. Not yet at least."

"You're thinking like a Slytherin Severus, the boy's a Gryffindor."

"He has the mind of a Slytherin," Severus shot back, almost proudly. "And the heart of a Gryffindor. Anyway, the boy has Slytherin in his blood."

"Poor kid," Akasha said drastically. "After all, it's helped us so much."

"Harry's not like us," Severus said defensively. "He's different."

"So I've been told," Akasha muttered.

They reached the rooms and Severus told her the password, albeit reluctantly. Sure enough there was another addition to his growing chambers. Akasha bid him a sarcastic farewell and then went to settle in. Severus made himself comfortable on the couch, waiting for Harry and Draco to return from wherever they were. The three of them had quite a bit to discuss. Or would that be the four of them.

Severus couldn't help but sneer.

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