A/N: Oh my god it's MARCH and I finally post. WOO! I must say, I really messed up on the ages of Richard. So just not pay attention and it's all good. I haven't gone through to check the spelling again, but I kind of like it. And this chapter has more than brief mention of homosexuality; do I need to keep warning you though? I'm going to anyway.

Oh and this a disclaimer because I don't own HP or any of that.

Chapter Ten: Returns

I sat in my second last class, the first of the year. It was more exciting for the students than for me, but it was exciting nonetheless. Where they sat now determined the rest of their year, and I tried to pick out problems in the beginning. I noticed Wren walk into the room, closely behind Daniel Malfoy. He wouldn't sit with her though and she seemed quite lost. "Miss. Alan," I waved her over to me.

"Yessir?" she asked innocently.

She seemed a lot different than before. She wasn't so proud and was a lot more timid. "It seems like Sam Weasely is alone as well."

"He's in Gryffindor, sir," she replied, blinking slowly.

"There's an odd number this year," I said. "Sit with him."

"I don't know," she said, lowering her eyes.

"Your mother was good friends with his mother when she stayed her?"

Her ears twitched and she looked up at me. "Serious?" she asked.

She seemed to always want to be like her mother. "Serious."

Without a word she skipped off to talk to Sam Weasley, and seemed to be enjoying herself for a quick moment. Daniel watched her protectively from his seat at the front, even though it was obvious that he was ashamed to be with her. I'm sure he realized that she was his sister, but it probably bothered him that they came from different mothers. The bastard. I tried to look at Daniel as a completely new student, but I kept seeing his father in him; the cocky smile. I started saying instructions and warnings on their cauldron, but I tried to keep my eyes on the entire class, instead of watching my almost daughter. Sam and Wren clung to each other immediately and it seemed pointless to attempt to separate the two from each other. They sat together in the back of the class; reeking havoc on what they thought were new cauldrons. I watched the two carefully, as Miss. Alan began to spin the water with her wand. Mr. Weasley didn't seem to really catch on to magic as quickly as she did, but he enjoyed it either way.

The first years, aside from Mr. Malfoy and his newly made clan, watched me and cowered behind their desks. Even Wren seemed a little nervous as I pretended there were huge risks with every potion, even though the only ones that were dangerous were in my desk. Soon enough the bell rang and I watched them pile out in a hurry, most likely because they were afraid of me. I liked it. They coward and I acted cool and angry. "Professor Snape," Richard Alan stood in front of me.

I blinked. "Yes?"

"Would it be okay if I spoke to you about something after class?"

Natalie wasn't growing off his side, so I quickly suspected that it was an important matter. "Of course," I said. "Are you okay?"

"Yes sir," he said.

He walked off swiftly and soon enough Natalie appeared. I watched Natalie slide into the seat next to Richard, and their hands twine together for a moment. I cleared my throat and awkwardly looked away, as if I hadn't seen their tiny romance. I thought it was slightly twisted, since they had grown up together, but then again I had never grown up with anyone that stayed with me and I was still rather attached to Lucius. I started lecturing the class and went right into the lesson. This class, my last class, ticked on slowly and I let my monotone voice bore the students. I attempted to ignore the big sad eyes from Richard and ignored any time our eyes locked together. I felt responsible for him, even though he didn't even know some of his blood was mine. "Prepare for a potion next class," I shouted over the bell.

Students piled out and I noticed Richard kiss Natalie's forehead as they separated. Richard walked up to me sheepishly. "You're not busy now, right sir?" he asked.

"Right Mr. Alan," I replied. "What is it that is bothering you?"

"Are you on good terms with Mr. Potter, sir?"

I shrugged. "Not exactly-"

"Well don't think I'm weird... sir, but I look up to you. I feel most comfortable around you, out of the staff I mean. I know my sister adores you and my mother likes you around, but you just seem like a father to me, sir."

I sighed, and hid my obvious feelings for him. "Is there a point to this, Mr. Alan? Or are you just here to praise me?"

"I think Mr. Potter is my father."

I rubbed my chin. "Why is that?"

"Mom's been upset lately, but never talks to me about Harry," he started. He sat down on my desk and set his big blue eyes on me. "Wren has Draco as a father. Draco hates Harry. Harry hates Draco. Mom went to Hogwarts when Harry was in his last year. It seems to all come together. He does have problems talking to me."

I felt every part of my body tense up. He didn't even realize that I cared for his mother. "Have you asked her?" my voice may have cracked.

"Yes," he replied. "She never answers. She claims it isn't important. I'm sorry sir, but I need a father figure and at the moment you just aren't doing it for me."

"I practically raised myself," I said. "Do you really need someone that badly?"

"Yes," Richard said. "Yes I do. I don't get along well with my mother, and if my father is, in fact, Harry Potter I'd like to know, so that I can make him pay for making my mother so unhappy."

I almost choked on my own saliva. "What? Don't you want someone to look up to? Someone to show you things?"

"No." Richard shrugged. "I don't care about that. It's the fact that he didn't even bother to stay with me. He hurt me and my mother. He ruined out relationship."

"W-what if he had no choice?" I asked. "What if your mother separated you and your father?"

"It wouldn't have been that way in Mr. Potter's case."

I nodded. "But what if you were wrong? And it's someone else? And that was still the case?"

"Do you know something I don't, sir? Because my mother is wallowing and I feel like I need to do something."

"Maybe she just wants someone to talk to," I replied. "I mean, I think you're going about this all the wrong way. You don't know what broke your mother and father up. Find that out first."

He sighed. "I suppose you have a point."

"I do have a point. If I'm going to be your father figure you have to at least listen to me," I said.

He laughed. "I wouldn't listen to my father."

"Then go beat up Harry Potter. I don't care."

I opened one of my books and began to pretend reading. "Sir, why do you hate Mr. Potter?" he asked.

"I have plenty of reasons to hate Mr. Potter, none of which are your business."

He nodded and left the room really quickly. He appeared once more. "Professor Snape?" he questioned.

"Yes?" I looked up from my book.

"Thank you," he said.

I nodded as he darted off again. I counted quietly in my head to make sure he was well gone by the time I got up. I collected sheets that needed to be marked and walked slowly back to my chamber. I can't believe he doesn't realize that I like Kali. I opened my door and yawned. I looked around to see if Lucius had stopped in, usually he'd leave a note. There was no note, so I slunk down in one of my chairs and looked around. My thoughts drifted back to Kali and decided to see if she'd go someplace with me. We had stayed in touch, closely, even though I had never spoken to her about Julia. I put some floo powder in my hand, said her name dryly and tossed down the floo powder. Soon enough I appeared in the fireplace that I had paid to be put in her closet. I smiled and I pushed open the closet doors. I heard her giggle, but another voice with hers. I closed the closet doors quickly and got ready to head back. I really wasn't interested in interrupting anything, especially since Draco wasn't too happy with my fireplace installment. Before I could throw some more powder down, I heard them barge into the bedroom. Soon enough I realized his tongue was down her throat. Sadly I could peer through the holes on her closet doors and my eyes just ached too. I heard her begin to breathe heavier as his hand reached up her skirt. I felt something inside me snap as he grabbed her bottom to get a better grip. I flung open the closet doors dramatically and watched them both turn their heads to look at me. My confidence faded quickly.

"I…uhmm…"

"What the fuck do you want?" Draco snarled.

"I just popped in, and I didn't mean to interrupt, but, I did, and…"

"And what Snape?"

Kali didn't say anything and Draco kept his hand placed firmly up her skirt. I felt my face turn red. "If I slid back out you would have seen me and thought I was a pervert," I reasoned.

"Too late, Professor Bone," Draco pointed vaguely to my pants. "Just get the fuck out so I can continue."

I left quickly, stuttering my room name but still making it in safely. I slumped in a chair and rubbed my head. I was not one to loose my cool, but I did and quickly. I felt like a moron and I had forgotten what it sounded like to hear Kali moan. I thought her and Draco had split up. "You alright precious?" I noticed Lucius sitting in the chair across from me.

"No," I said. "I'm not."

"I notice a growth on your leg," he raised a brow. "Lonely?"

"Very," I felt myself pout.

"I can fix that," he smirked.

"Lucius, you have Narcissa. Kali has…" I remembered her mentioning that Lucius didn't know about her. "Someone else. I have no one. I'm alone."

"It's never bothered you before."

"I just walked in on her and her boyfriend."

"Man, that sucks," he said. "I could be too."

"You could be what?"

"Sucking."

"Lucius, fuck off."

"Fuck."

"What, exactly, is bothering you?"

"Kali is fucking my son."

"Ah, you found out," I muttered.

"She attempted to steal you from me and now she's stealing my son. She's like ten years older than him too."

"She did not try to steal me away from you. I was fond of her. You barely give any attention to your son as it is," I said.

"That's bullshit. I pay lots of attention to my son," he crossed his arms. "That's how I noticed her in the first place."

"How did you notice her?"

"Draco's wife mentioned her to him, but I wasn't supposed to be in the room."

"Do you even know her name?" I asked

"His wife? Of course, I did arrange it," he replied.

"Then what is it?"

"That doesn't matter. The point is, is that he has a side girlfriend."

"Well, aren't I a side relationship?"

"Well, I adore you," he said.

"Maybe Draco adores her," I said.

"That's not true."

"Why not?"

"Draco said so to his wife."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"No, I'm pretty sure it did," he rubbed his forehead for a moment, and then looked at me as if it would hurt me. "He claimed he only stayed with her for Wren's sake now, and before then it was just to stop him from getting horny since she didn't believe in sex before marriage."

"The bastard," I muttered.

Lucius strolled over to me and then leaned over. "Doesn't mean you have to be upset over it though," he smirked and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "You've always had me."

"Lucius," I didn't touch him and wiped my cheek. "You have always been there."

He ran one of his hands across my face, while the other wandered down to my pant region. "You're still gorgeous Severus," I felt myself lean back as his hand attempted to unbutton my pants. "I don't understand why Kali doesn't just stick with you. Draco has his wife, I have my wife and you could have her as your wife. I approve, better than that Julia whore."

"I loved Julia you know," I replied. "Past tense, of course. If Kali and I did actually, you know," I tensed up as his ice cold hands began to wander. "This would have to stop."

"No it wouldn't," Lucius leaned in kissing my neck. "Why would it? I didn't stop because of Narcissa."

"She just hates me."

"Relax Severus," he was straddled on top of me now. "You're all tensed up."

I looked into Lucius cold eyes, and found warmth. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and put my head beneath his. His hand was placed firmly on the back of my neck, rubbing it softly. His second hand, the one that I was more interested in, teased me by sitting in my pants, but not actually doing anything. I knew he'd want me to beg. "Lucius..." I almost whispered.

"Severus?" I moved myself closer to Lucius and kissed his chin softly. "Severus!" I turned quickly, realizing that it wasn't Lucius' voice I had heard.

Kali stood there, rather shaken up, staring at Lucius and I in a rather inappropriate position. "Goodness Kali. If you're going to apologize to Severus you could at least look decent, you look like a fucking whore," Lucius snarled, removing his hand from my pants. He slid off of me as I stood up.

"Can I help you?" I asked her, crossing my arms fully.

She twitched and looked down. Lucius was right, it looked like she had just left her sexual romp with Draco. Her skirt was high enough to catch a glimpse of her bottom, one of the sleeves of her shirt was off of her shoulder and her black bra was completely visible. Most of the curl from her hair was frizz. "I-I wanted to apologize," she stuttered.

"Spit it out darling. I was in the middle of something," Lucius snarled.

"N-not you," she glared at Lucius.

"That d-doesn't matter," he mocked her stutter. "We were in the middle of something and you interrupted. You tore out his heart and now you're making sure I can't fix it."

"Shut up!" Kali shouted. "I'm trying to apologize to him." Kali turned to me and stood close to me. If I had a bubble when I was with her she would have been in it. "Severus, I am sorry for messing with you. I'm sorry for being wishy washy and I'm sorry," she wasn't even making contact with me. Her eyes looked around frantically, like she was looking at something else. "I'm sorry for being so goddamned unstable."

I ended up hugging her. "It's okay," I whispered to her. "It is all okay."

"I broke up with him," she claimed. "It's all about you now."

"All about me?"

"All about you."

"Well this has been fantastic," Lucius said. "But she's unstable. Why do you even want her anyway?"

"We're the same," I replied.

"Do you need her?" he asked me.

"I think I do. I go out of my way to be with her," I said.

"Well, I need you Severus. I went out of my way to be with you. I risked my fucking life to protect you. I own you," Lucius snarled, separating Kali and I.

"I thought you said that you liked her," I asked Lucius.

"I like her better than Julia," Lucius snarled. "But I'd really prefer that you just had me."

"It's his choice," Kali said. "He shouldn't have to be with you."

"Well he's already chosen me."

"Why should I have to choose?" I rubbed my head.

"You'd choose her?" Lucius snarled at me. "You really would?"

"Lucius, calm down. You have Narcissa and you didn't abandon me," I said.

"But I don't want to share," he crossed his arms, reminding me of Draco in his youth, or his current form really.

"Grow up," Kali muttered.

"Maybe I don't like being second," I said.

"Severus," he grabbed my arm harshly. "Do you know why I came here?"

"No, I figured it was to talk to me," I said.

"About..."

"Kali and Draco?"

"The Deatheaters," Lucius said. "There's going to be an uprising. I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't come, but now I don't care if you do come. You can fucking come and fucking die."

He left in a rush and I didn't stop him. I should have, but I was too worried about what Kali'd think if I went after him. He's got to forgive me, right? Kali's hand twined together with mine, like it normally did. "Do you really think they'll be a fight?" she asked. "I mean, Draco's spoke of it before, but I didn't think it'd actually happen."

"Are you worried about him?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "But not as much as you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to go there."

I nervously itched my arm. "If Dumbledore requests it."

"No no," she said. "You're going to go there and protect Lucius."

"I have to," I replied, lowering my eyes.

"I know," she said. "That's why I'm coming too."

"You're coming with me?"

"I'm coming with you."

"Why?" I paused. "To protect Draco?"

"To protect you," she said. "And if I have to, I'll protect Lucius as well."

"Lucius? But he doesn't seem to like you," I mentioned.

"Maybe he will," she said.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Well I do," she said. "And no one really cares about your opinion anyway."

"Thanks a lot," I sprinkled sarcasm across my words.

She hugged me swiftly, burying her face in my chest. "I've missed you." I felt fifteen again. "And I actually do care about your opinion. I just can't loose you again."

I smiled and wrapped my arms tightly around her back. I didn't say anything, but I don't think I needed to.

A/N: So this is most likely the SECOND LAST chapter :O Mainly because it's going in circles and it's bothering me. I also have a big ending all planned out. I have another one coming up though. Already have an idea (and maybe have it started). Guess who's going to be in it? Oh I know. Obviously. And maybe it has a little Cheese cameo.

Thanks to my reviewers DeathlyNightshade, Sesshomaru's Angel and Smiley Face3!

Thanks to everyone that reads too!

(Didn't need to change it!)