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Chapter 5: Questions

If anyone had walked into the Potion Master's office, they would've been truly shocked at the sight before them. They would've seen Professor Severus Snape embracing a crying Boy-Who-Lived with all the strength he could muster. That is, if they didn't know the story that had been just told by Professor. If they did know the story they probably say "awww" and still be shocked. You might ask why this is so. The truth is, Severus Snape was considered by most, a heartless person. Children of all ages (and many adults to) feared the man. But Severus Snape always had a heart when it came to the people he loved: his wife and his son.

Snape just held Harry as he cried, gently rocking him in a soothing manner. He understood why Harry was sobbing; he was letting out all of his sadness, anger, and frustration that he had built up over the years. Snape didn't blame the boy. He had spent his life being hated by his relatives. He lived a hard life, and he always thought that no one gave a damn about him. He had been lied to, and was told that the Dursleys were his only living relatives. How could Severus blame the boy? It was his fault his son went through all this. He noticed that Harry had stopped crying. He looked down.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked softly. Harry looked up at him, his eyes red and puffy.

"Better…" Harry said softly. He slid off the Potion Master's lap suddenly feeling embarrassed and muttered, "s-sorry…"

"Don't be," said his father gently, but firmly, "It is not your fault. It 's mine. I was the one who screwed up, not you." Harry smiled weakly.

"I always hoped someday I would be able to give you a proper home. You probably would never want to live with me now, after all I have done to you…" Severus said sadly.

"Wait- what? I could live with you?" Snape nodded. " You- you mean I would never have to go back to the Dursleys again?" Harry said breathlessly.

"Never," the elder man said, "Why do you want to-"

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, hope building in his chest. "Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! They hate me, and you – don't…" His father shook his head.

"No I don't. I could never hate you! I love you!" He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I know we lost the last twelve years, but if you are willing to try…"

"I am!" Harry said happily. He always wanted a family, and now was his chance to have one. Severus smiled.

"I am too," He said. They looked at each other for a minute until Snape glanced at the clock. "It's quarter to two… Are you hungry at all?" he asked looking at his son.

"A little," said Harry shyly.

"Me too," Snape Sr. said. He waved his wand and conjured up a variety of sandwiches. Snape led his son into his private chambers. There was a cozy sitting area with a large fireplace and two comfortable couches. Where the living room ended, the kitchen began. It had an elegant oak table, and pretty much everything you could ever need in a kitchen.

Harry sat besides his father munching on a sandwich. When they were both filled and content, Snape waved his wand once more and cleared the mess away. He looked at Harry.

"Do you want to talk?" he asked.

"Sure…" Harry replied, "What about?"

"Anything. Do you have any questions about what happened all them years ago, or what is going to happen in the future?"

"Err… yes I have one!"

"Go ahead."

"Where are we err… going to live?"

"During the summer?" Harry nodded. "At Snape Manor." At this Harry's eyebrows shot up.

"You have manor?" Severus chuckled.

"Yes we do," He said emphasizing 'we.'

"Wow," said Harry.

"Don't be so surprised. I come from a long line of respected Purebloods. I inherited the manor and the Snape family vault from my father. The manor is quite nice actually."

"Cool," Harry muttered to himself. Snape grinned.

"Very," he said.

"You should smile more often. You look nice when you do."

"And lose my intimidating Potion Master's disguise? I think not," Severus replied jokingly.

"I'm just saying…" Harry said, now grinning himself. "Where are we going to stay during Christmas holidays?"

"There is a bedroom next to mine if you want it, or you could always stay in Gryffindor tower…"

"I would rather stay with you if you don't mind…" Harry asked shyly.

"Of course I don't Harry! Your always welcome to come down here if you want to."

"Thank you," Harry said softly but Snape waved it off.

"Don't mention it," he said.

"What is my full name?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Harrison Severus Snape," said his father. (A/N: I never really liked the name 'Harold' but I do like 'Harrison,' and 'Harry' can be short for either. Tell me what you think!)

"I like it," Harry said happily. "One more question…"

"Yes?"

"Why do I look like James Potter?"

"Ah well, there are charms on you that altered your appearance. If you want me to, I can take them off tomorrow…"

"Could you? I want to see what I am really supposed to look like," Harry said urgently.

"Of course I can," Snape said now smiling widely. Harry yawned. "Are you tired?"

"A little bit…" Harry said yawning once more.

"Would you take a nap before supper?"

"That would be nice." Harry said smiling tiredly.

"Here," Severus said getting off the couch, and pulling the quilt that was lying on the back of the couch, down. He told Harry to lie down. When he obeyed, Severus pulled the blanket over his exhausted son. Harry looked at him drowsily.

"Thank you," he mumbled. Severus brushed a strand of the boy's messy hair out of his face lovingly.

"Your welcome Harrison," he said softly, "Sleep well…" And with that, the tall man left with a small smile tugging his lips.

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