A/N: School has weighed me down, or else I'd have had this done sooner. Expect a 1-2 week wait for the next chapter. I plan to keep a good grip on this fiction, so do not fret; I will eventually update. I was asked what the title of the last chapter was, seeing as cut it off. It was; "I Can Give You Death With The Look Upon My Face", seeing as most of the chapter consisted of Death Eater activity. Anyway, thanks for the reviews!!

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other ones
The evil ones,
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep

Pet- A Perfect Circle

The Hospital Wing was one of Severus most loathed places. Why? It smelled of medicine. It held sick children. Two of the worst words put together. Not that all children here were sick. No, some hurt, some stupid enough to have something explode.. and then there was Potter.

Potter was in the Hospital Wing at least once a year, and it was never because he was ill. Usually because of his own Gryffindor stupidity and circumstance that he had met some convict or another. Severus gave a little snort remembering the idiotic Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who forced the boy to re-grow an arm overnight. Casting a glance down at the sleeping boy, he sneered. It was his own stupidity that he was in here tonight.

Always breaking the rules.. Foolish child, the rules are there to protect you, not to hold you back. Of course, Potter would never see it that way. Always the one to do something rash and irresponsible at the worst of times. And last night would be a good runner for the top of the most inconvenient times to stir up trouble.

Not only had Severus discovered he had a son, not any son, but Harry Potter, he had to go to a Death Eater meeting with the letter he had read clear in his mind. Not that the Dark Lord even noticed. He cared more for plans and dark potions than the thoughts of a mere Potions Master.

Upon delivering a nice portion of information of the Order (something he and Dumbledore discussed to let the Dark Lord know of), he had been invited to terrorize a new shop in Hogsmeade. So close to Hogwarts, it would drive Dumbledore insane to think of more protection charms. Either way, he refused and went to Diagon Alley to pick up a few extra potion ingredients he would need for a potion the Dark Lord requested. On his way back, he headed towards the Shrieking Shack, and within minutes of his entry, a distressed child ran in.

Bewildered, he recognized the boy anywhere. Potter. The boy fainted after he realized he was safe. How ironic, Severus mused. His son... He gave a disgusted scowl. Potter could never be his son, he had not looked a think like him. Or so Severus thought until he left the boy in the Hospital Wing to be treated, and headed to the Headmaster to discuss what had recently came up. Once he had returned to the Hospital Wing, however, the boy's appearance changed.

His hair grew instantly to a length just shorter than his own. His bone structure more mature than a Potter's round face. His nose narrower, straight; much like how his was up until his so called "father" for the past sixteen years broke it in a game of Quidditch. The only other noticeable change was his skin tone. Once a healthy tan was now a pale color to match his own.

There was no doubt in his mind that the Boy-Who-Lived was his own, however, it was not only the thought of six years of thinking the boy was a Potter and giving him horrible treatment that was bothering him.

It was a spell cast on him years ago. One him, Lucius Malfoy and a young Barty Crouch abided to. A spell to increase the magical abilities of the first born children of the three most prominent members of the inner circle. This meant that the children would be strong; and raised under the most loyal Death Eaters', the loyalty would be passed on. This spell also bound the three children to the Dark Lord, allowing him to feel strong spurts of magical energy.

Why did not more witches and wizards use the spell to increase chances of not having a squib child? It was illegal magic, banned a couple of centuries ago.

Draco's powers were all over the place the whole summer. This is why Lucius decided animagi was a good idea to focus the energy on. Draco was able to harness his powers more steadily. However, the boy sleeping in the hospital bed Severus sat at, his powers had gone unnoticed for years.

The emotional teenager had been a firework when angry, and gave no view of tiring when set off. All he wanted to do was fight, keep the energy flowing. Severus felt the energy when he had told the boy about the cease for searching for the will. However, Severus he casted it aside since the boy had a connection with the Dark Lord, and could easily use a portion of the magic he held.

This is what worried Severus. His.. son.. Not that he considered him a son, but due to lack of what to call him, that would do. His son would go ballistic when he found out his true parentage, with varying emotions, and surely the Dark Lord would feel it. No. It would be best to keep his parentage a secret until the Dark Lord has been dealt with.

Despite what he had decided, Severus stayed the remainder of the night beside his son, his blood; remembering every horrible thing he had said or done to the boy. When early morning came across the window, he heard the Hospital Wing door open, and saw a greying worn man with a letter in hand.

Realizing what Lupin intended to do, Severus snapped, "What in the hell do you think you are doing?!"

Remus hushed, motioning the sleeping boy, and said softly, "Telling him the truth. He deserves to know."

All of the thoughts Severus had gone through that night about the boy had all turned to say no to telling him. It was not that he disagreed with the werewolf, he just did not understand why Severus decided against it. "It is for the best, Lupin, that this is kept quiet. At least until the Dark Lord is defeated."

"And what if Harry cannot defeat Voldemort? What if he dies not knowing?" Do not play the guilt card....

Severus replied with a sneer, "Then, clearly, there would not anything to worry about, Lupin, now, is there?" Seeing a scornful look pass through the werewolf's eyes, he knew should back the thought down a bit. Surely, the werewolf would know that Severus would not let his son buried under an inaccurate name.

"Could you really look at the boy the same way you have for the past six years?" Lupin asked. "Could you not look at him and see what you see right now?"

Casting a glance down at the boy, and then back to the werewolf. "Of course not, but it is safer. We have to think about precautions, Lupin. Do you realize that the boy would not handle it well, and could even become suicidal? Exactly what we need, running around to make sure the boy has not killed himself, when we should be watching the Death Eater's activities."

Lupin replied, "We do not know how Harry will react." He looked to the letter, "I will not tell him, Severus, until this afternoon."

"I have a class to prepare." Severus gave a scowl, knowing defeat, and left the Hospital Wing. Damned werewolf always wins..

Harry woke up almost ten minutes after Severus left. His eyes wide at the scenery, he slowly played over the events leading up to why he was in the Hospital Wing.

Groaning at his own stupidity, he moved his hand to his face, and long strands in his face. He then realized his hair had grown, his appearance changed once again over night. He moved his hand from his face, to the table; where he saw his wand. However, a familiar face took it from it's place on the night stand. Remus.

Relaxing just slightly, Remus moved to hand him his glasses. "Don't need them." Harry said bitterly, not really wanting anyone to be helping him to that extreme. He was a big boy after all; he could tie his shoes and everything. The werewolf set them back down.

The one thing that bothered Harry was that everything that made him a Potter was gone every morning. And now Remus could see his appearance changed. He had no explanation, so he hoped that Remus did not ask questions. "How do you feel, Harry?" Easy enough of a question.. it cannot be that easy.

"Fine." Harry merely answered. "Are you angry with me that I went to Hogsmeade, Professor?"

Lupin replied honestly, "I knew you would, Harry. I wish you would have been smart enough to listen, but-"

Harry rolled his eyes as the comment, but remembered an important fact, "Oh, crap!" Harry exclaimed.

"Language, Harry." The Defense Against Dark Arts professor reminded.

"Sorry, Professor, but.. my cloak! My Dad's cloak!" Harry began. "It caught on Lucius' ring or something. It's torn. I had to leave it."

Remus frowned, "How unfortunate." He shifted, taking the opportunity to talk about last night, "We know the details from the Weasley twins, but the Headmaster will want to know your story." So, the twins made it safe. That is good news.

"That's fine." Harry said, then commented, "I bet Snape was doing his best to see to it I was expelled. Broken yet another rule."

"He was angry, yes, but did not try to expel you. He was here a moment ago, actually. He left to prepare a class." Remus explained quickly.

"What time is it?" Harry asked, remembering classes. He most definitely could not miss Potions. Snape would have a field day; the day he threw Harry Potter out of his Potion's class for good.

Lupin responded, "About seven. Madame Promfrey said you could leave as soon as you wake up. However, I would like you to come to my office at eight tonight. We have some things to discuss."

"Sure thing, Professor. Are you going down to the Great Hall?"

"No, Harry, I already ate." Harry got up, still dressed in his clothes, and took his wand and glasses, and headed towards the door. "Oh, and Harry?"

"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked, turning around. Do not go to Hogsmeade again, I know.. Harry thought mentally.

"Do not alter your appearance today." Harry gave this thought as he went down the stairs to the hall.

Why Remus had not wanted Harry to look like James Potter was a mystery to him. Maybe Remus did not see Harry as the splitting image as James, he saw Harry as a new person. Something Sirius hardily did. Despite what Remus asked, Harry went to the Gryffindor Common Room instead, and took a shower. He made himself look who he was, and then went to eat.

Sitting next to Ron, and on his other side, Hermione, he was getting an ear full. Hermione lecturing him, Ron telling her off...

Harry finally had enough and moved his hand to cast a silencing charm on the two. Just as soon as he thought it, however, the two were silenced. He glanced at the two, trying to speak. Harry gave a smile, "Until you two will stop arguing while I'm around, you will be silenced."

Returning back to his meal much more relaxed than before, he went to get on with his day.

Severus just had his class with his son. The boy had a decent job of the potion, but seemed tired. Not that Severus cared, the boy was passing, it did not matter.

He was walking through the halls at a quick pace to Lupin's office, to speak to him. Why the rush? There was only a fifteen minute break between classes, and he was going to give the werewolf a piece of his mind.

"Lupin!" He said, pushing his way in.

The man looked up, "Severus! Where's the fire?" He said with light humor.

"You will not be telling the boy. As his parent, I have a right to the decision made here, you do not. The boy is happy with being the spawn of James Potter, and I am happy without this on my shoulders."

"He is your son, Severus!" Remus exclaimed, trying to get the Potions Master to reason.

"Oof!" A voice said from behind. Both looked in the direction, and saw a red haired freckle faced, Virginia Weasley. Her eyes wide, she scrambled to her feet, and said, "I'm sorry, Professors!" Very quickly, her face going a deep red.

Severus demanded, "How much did you hear?"

She said quietly, "That, Harry is happy being James Potter's son, and you, Professor, are happy without the responsibility of him being your son." So she knew.. Wonderful. Bloody wonderful.

Lupin asked kindly, "Why were you coming to my office?"

"I was- going to ask about the lesson." She said softly, trying to keep from stuttering. Severus sneered, a likely story. "Is it true, Professor?" She asked looking up at him, and whispered, "Harry is your son?"

Lupin answered, "Yes, it is true, Ginny. However, I must ask you to keep this quiet, I'm afraid, Harry does not know."

The Weasley girl nodded furiously, "Yes, of course, Professor! I will not tell a soul, not a one."

Severus scowled, "See to it."

She asked then, "Why doesn't Harry know? Wouldn't it be wise to tell him?"

Severus then snapped, "Do not ask questions of what you do not understand." He then headed for the door and back to teach half-witted students the art of Potions.

At eight o'clock sharp, Harry walked into Lupin's office. He had talked to Ginny at the dinner table earlier, who was staring at him, yet avoiding his eyes. Just cooky Ginny. One day, she is forward and friendly, the next, she is a nervous little girl. Opening the door, throwing his thoughts about the Weasley girl, he stepped inside.

Harry had figured the meeting was about Sirius' will, the house, something in that department. "Good evening, Harry. Take a seat." Lupin said gently.

Harry took a seat in the chair in front of the desk, and a silence followed. Harry decided to break it, wanting to get right to the point, "What is going on, Professor?"

Remus ran his hand over his face. "Severus is going to kill me.." He muttered, taking out an old piece of parchment. "Harry, despite the risks, I think you deserve to know.." His voice trailed. Anxiously, Harry waited for Lupin to explain it. "I found this in Sirius' things awhile back." He passed the parchment to Harry.

Suddenly the door opened, and both heads turned to see Severus Snape; holding a brew, his eyes flickering over the scene. He glared, "Lupin. I have your Wolfsbane here, however.." He trailed. "As you think you are above my decision, I do not believe you will be receiving this."

Harry turned to look at the parchment, but then Snape ripped it out of his hands. Feeling a surge of anger through him, Harry snapped, "That's mine!" The parchment was torn magically from Snape's grip, and back towards Harry.

Snape scowled. "50 points from Gryffindor."

"Oh, go take it in the ear!" Harry snapped, looking up at his professor, clutching the parchment protectively.

"25 points from Gryffindor, for speaking ill of a professor." Snape snapped in a rage.

"Take all the damn points, Professor. I could not care! This is not your business, this is between Remus, Sirius and I."

Snape narrowed his hollow eyes, "As I believe, the only living people that are involved in this; is myself and yourself, Mr. Potter."

Harry had read halfway through the letter, but understood now what was going on. His mother's upset and worried words flashed through his mind. I was abducted by Death Eaters... I was raped.. I fear the father of my unborn child may not be James'.

The arguing told him something. Snape clearly knew whom his father was. Snape was his father. Though, Harry doubted that Snape had known this whole time. He did not know whether Snape would treat his own son as he had done the past six years. However, he did not know Snape well enough to make such a judgment. Snape could have known all along..

..But his mother's words told him that the only two people who truly knew the secret was his mother and Sirius. Why Sirius had taken to Harry was a mystery to him. If he had always known that he was the son of a Death Eater, why would he always compare him to James? Maybe to reassure himself the spell had worked. When Harry really thought about it, he despised Sirius for keeping this from him. However, Sirius was acting only out of the request of his mother, so Harry did still think of Sirius as highly as he had.

He looked up at his two arguing professors. The normally very content and practical Remus Lupin shouting. Snape's dark hollow eyes staring down the werewolf sending off death wishes. It reminded him briefly of Hermione and Ron, whom he left up in the Gryffindor Tower a short while ago, arguing over why Ginny was acting strange that day. Not that they were arguing of the same reasons.. Harry mused, turning his head back to the chip in the wooden desk he had fixed his gaze on shortly before.

Harry could not clearly make a judgement on what he had learned that day, because of all the noise his professors were creating. He desperately wished that he could just have silence, to have his thoughts come, instead of be aggravated by all the rukus. He wanted to have some sort of reaction to the words he had read other than shock and disbelieve. However, every morning proved it was true, as he had changed his identity. And then the noise just stopped.

Looking up to see if either the men had cursed the other, they were muted. Harry muttered, "I have gotta stop doing that." He took the charm off, thinking that a certain professor would give him detention if he had not. Seeing the pure shock look on both there faces, Harry rolled his eyes, thinking what he had done was normal.

Remus asked, "You can do magic with your mind?" Okay, maybe not so normal....

Snape sneered, "Of course he can, Lupin. He clearly demonstrated that." The Potions Professor turned to Harry and asked, "How many times have you accomplished this?"

"Several times, Professor." Harry spoke honestly. A quick thought came to his mind. "Professor Lupin, you said you would be taking me to Grimmauld Place tomorrow; is the plan still in action, or does this cancel it?"

"Go back to the Gryffindor Tower, Mr. Potter. We will be speaking to the Headmaster of this." Snape hissed, ignoring the question. Harry got up, and headed towards the door, and then Snape said, "I will be taking you to Grimmauld Place myself tomorrow, Mr. Potter."

More time with Snape.. exactly what he needed. "My name's not Potter, Professor." Harry said simply, before leaving out the door, and going slowly through the halls to the Gryffindor tower.