A/N: My apologies on the lateness. I know that most people expect to have another post at the lastest a month. Despite having several chapters ready to post, my internet was disconnected for two months. Just got it back. Hope you're still sticking around. I'll be getting the next few chapters up quickly, so you know.

You showed me how

You seemd to find a hole..

But I just laughed and smiled,

Begged and rolled my eyes,

even cried.

And denied the truth from you

Just like the truth to me

Mostly lied

Maybe Memories- The Used

Harry walked down the hall, familiar, yet, everything had changed.

He had a father.. a family.. a real family..

Harry gave a small smile. Of all the many days he had wished some unknown relative would pick him up from the Dursleys, of all the nights wishing his parents had not been killed.. He always had a parent watching him.

He had a home..

Harry had always considered Hogwarts to be more his home, and this in a way, sealed the deal. Harry gave a small chuckle. Being the child of a professor; you would often be at the school. And one so important..

Harry froze, standing before the third floor stairway.

Snape was his father.. How absurd! The greasy Gryffindor hating, Severus Snape..

Harry rolled his eyes. He had always prided himself on being understanding, but this was a strange matter. Wake up one morning, a completely different person. He was the son of James Potter- Quidditch star, Maruader, prankster. He had been proud of his father. Now, what could he be proud of?

A Death Eater.. one of the most loyal, and trusted of Lord Voldemort's circle. One who kills, to not be killed. A man who despised his entire being since birth, and could easily turn him over to his enemy. His father's Master..

Putting his foot on the first step, he exhaled.

And what if Snape did not want him? Did not want to acknowledge this? He surely did not ask for a child, it said so in the letter that not even his own mother had wanted to conceive a child with him. She had been beaten, and he had never even knew her identity. No.. Snape would not want a family.

Harry continued up the stairs, and caught his foot in a "slippery" stair. Harry slumped down on the staircase, sitting on a stair, tears pricking at his eyes.

Why are you crying? Snape has always been so spiteful to you, what would you expect? Him welcoming the idea like Sirius had, the idea that he was just his Godson? Sirius always knew though.. Sirius had loved him like his own son; despite whom his father was.

Why would he do this to him? Keep a lie so extreme, hidden for so long. If Sirius had loved him as his own son, wouldn't he think that one should know? Especially after all the truths kept from him his whole life?

Harry was growing angry at his deceased Godfather, just like earlier that evening. Not even a hint to who he was the whole time he had known the man! True, Sirius did not have much time, but two summers ago, he had plenty of opportunity.

Harry then reasoned. He should not be angry with Sirius. Sirius was just acting under his Mother's wishes. Perhaps, Sirius had left a memo in his lost will? Harry hoped so, because now his anger was turning to a new target. His father.

Pulling himself up, he wiped the tears quickly before entering the Gryffindor common room. Seeing his two best friends arguing, he went to Ginny.

"Severus, is it wise for you to take Harry to-" Lupin began.

Snapping quickly cutting the man off, "Certainly, Lupin! He is moreso safer with myself than the likes of you."

Lupin ran a hand through his grey-tinged hair, and rubbed his face; a habit Lupin picked up to sort of relieve stress. "I meant because he's emotional. Finding this out, and then having to spend time with you..."

"It is no more better now to work this out than it is later. At least now he cannot hide his emotions." Severus answered knowledgeably. He only wanted to continue to contradict the werewolf because he was angry himself.

"Which is also a downside," Lupin filled in, "His magic is uncontrolled when in such a state."

The Potion's Master said, "He can slowly control it if he has the freedom to do so." Again with contradiction. The source of his anger was the werewolf, as he had gave Harry the letter. He did not want it to be made easy with the wolf.

Lupin then asked suddenly, "Do you want more than a Professor/Student relationship with Harry?"

"He is my son." Snape snapped in response, as if it was obvious. He had seen it with his own eyes the proof needed. "How he is keeping his image concealed is a mystery to me. I suppose, he and I will have to discuss the matter in the future." Answered without the usual acidic tone.

Lupin said, "Yes, I was wondering that little fact myself. Without Sirius or Lily around to keep the spells and charms up, it would be impossible to keep the illusion of James on himself."

"On contrary, he could not hide everything. As I recall, your chum James was never as tall as Potter is. Lily was barely James' height." Yes, I'm taking credit for the genes. It was clear as day, might as well be slightly proud of that aspect.

Lupin gave a little shake with his head. "Certainly, you will have to start calling Harry by his first name now. Potter is clearly unsuitable."

"Until he stops looking like Potter, he won't be 'Potter'." Snape said, rising and stalking out the door. His mood rising with his hatred to the wolf. Who did he think he was? He did not ask for any parental advice. He did not need it.

"What was the meeting about, Harry?" Ginny asked curiously, as he sat next to her.

"Just.. about Sirius." Harry lied quickly. He was not ready to talk about this with anybody. Even if he had decided to ignore it, it changed his whole perception of thinking. This changed who he would trust.

"Oh. About the will?" She asked with uncertainty.

"Yeah.." Harry said softly. "I'm going to Grimmauld Place tomorrow with Snape." Why is it when you look forward to something, it always turns dreadful? A disappointment, even.

She shifted, putting the book she had been reading over before he came aside, "Why isn't Professor Lupin going with you?"

Harry replied quickly, "He's busy." You're such a liar, Harry.. a dirty stinkin' liar.. Ginny wouldn't tell a soul, why deny the truth from her? Why deny it from everybody?

"Oh."

"YOU FOOL! THAT'S WRONG! BALSAR NEVER HAD A SON, HE HAD A SNAKE!" Hermione shouted. As if it even mattered... Harry thought, thinking of his History of Magic assignment. The redheaded girl and raven haired boy turned to look at the disruption.

"I'M SORRY WE'RE NOT ALL LIKE YOU, HERMIONE! WE DON'T CARE FOR OUR GRADES MORE THAN OUR FRIENDSHIPS!" Ron shouted, and then stormed up to his room.

Harry shook his head, "They will just kiss and make up.. to some degree."

Ginny giggled, then said, "I will go talk to her, you take Ron?"

"Yea, yea.." The two rose to talk to their friends.

Staring in the mirror, early morning, Harry held his knife given to him by Sirius. Gone were James Potter's features. All he could see was Severus Snape. He pulled his hair back, and cut two or three inches off, and let it bounce back to messiness. "You look just like your father, Harry.." Harry sneered at his reflection.

Within fifteen minutes, Harry had successfully hidden behind an armor of glamour. He stared at James Potter, and gave a small smile. "Just like him.."

Heading downstairs towards the Great Hall, he heard voices.

"Father is very happy with the process, I have almost completed the transformation."

"Very good, Draco. You must show me what you change into." A cool voice answered.

"Certainly, Professor! I will probably have completed by Hallow's Eve, yet."

A quiet, hushed voice replied, "The Dark Lord will be pleased."

"I hope for it." Draco replied quickly in the same tone. "Father hinted that there will be a meeting tonight."

"Oh?" The voice was light now. Harry had an idea of who it was, but peered around the corner to confirm it. Seeing Snape and Draco, he leaned back. Snape had always a sort of sixth sense of listening in.

"Yes, and Father said that it is important you come." Draco said. "Of course, you will know when.."

"Yes, yes.." Snape said. Why hasn't he caught me yet? Harry wondered confused.

Draco then said, "On a lighter note, my family shall be inheriting the Black Estate within a week." Harry's anger swelled in his body. Draco did not deserve Grimmauld Place!

"What do you plan on doing with it?" He asked trying to be interested.

"Tear it down. I'll build it new. Sell it, after that, I suppose."

Crash. The knight in armor threw itself in a wall, causing the two to investigate. Harry scrambled to think of an excuse before they questioned him.

"POTTER?" Draco questioned, with a glare.

Harry would not look up at Snape, but knew he had a glare fixed on him as well. "10 points from Gryffindor." Snape said. "And what, pray tell, are you doing?"

"Nothing, Professor." Harry said simply. "I slipped, hit the knight. That's all."

Draco rose an eyebrow, "Clumsy, Potter?"

Harry did not even dignify that with an answer. He merely walked off as if nothing had happened.

Snape looked at the clock, and just as it chimed seven, Potter walked in. "On time, Pot-" He stopped himself. Despite his word to Lupin, Lupin was right. He could not call him Potter any longer. The boy had asked him not to.

The boy just stood there. Awkward, and not knowing how to act. Years of that same feeing, Severus had endured, and knew too well the thoughts that came with them. Hoping to make the boy more comfortable with the situation, he thought anxiously for what to say.

"Shall we go?" Snape said quickly, filling the void. He just shrugged, as Snape opened his drawer, looking passed the cigarettes, and to a Portkey. Taking it out, the boy approached to touch the article. The ground fell away, and they were now outside a familiar building. Once hidden, the protective charms taken off by Dumbledore on orders of the Ministry.

Stepping in, the two were silent. Snape did not hear the screaming from the portrait, nothing. Then a scurry.. he saw a rat. The boy glared, and headed upstairs to search the rooms. Severus followed out of responsibility.

How does one speak to another about this? Severus wondered. The two had to figure out what they were to do, and the only way they could do that was to talk to one another.

The boy exhaled, "This would go faster if you would help, Professor." The way he had said 'Professor' was like a cuss word, spat out viciously to get the point across.

He had always had been one to wait for an opening. This would be it. Severus started to help search, and questioned finally, "Why would you insist of keeping this god-for-saken place?Not even your tail-wagging Godfather enjoyed it here." Keep the comments to yourself, Severus.. do not enrage the boy.

"The Malfoys don't deserve it." He stated dryly. Severus was hoping to have had him mention something about Sirius; he could work with that. The boy had considered Black the closest thing to a father, and if he could get him to speak about him than he could possibly bring up their blood connection.

Come on, Severus, work with what he says! A mental Lupin screamed. "And you do?" Severus gave a snort. The boy was a spoiled brat, even if he was his son.

"They have everything." He replied, "They did not even know Sirius for who he really was."

"Opposed to you, who has known him for what- 3 years? You never knew him either, Potter. You never knew the real Sirius Black because he always thought you as James." Come on... Yell at me, snap, something!

"You wouldn't understand him, sir, understand why he had always thought that, because you have never had a friend to lose." A low blow. Clearly the boy wanted to piss him off. He could work with that..

Severus retorted, "I was friends with your Mother, actually." In Hogwarts, yes, they were friends. There friendship began on the train in their first year. It was short lived, like most of his friendships. It died once Lily became a Gryffindor. Up until their fifth year they were civil. He also had been friends with Lucius Malfoy, but he was a year younger, immature.

The boy had hit a soft spot as he sneered, "Yea, and then you raped her. Some friend." The boy rose, and left the room before Severus could do something he would regret. Smart boy. He decided on. He was wise to avoid a situation like that. It would only do harm.

Once Severus accepted the words, which had taken much longer than he expected, he went to seek the boy.

Nothing in Black's room, or the old room he stayed in. Nothing where Buckbeak had resided, or the art room. He was feeling a tingle of pinpricks dance on his arm, and knew he was about to get called. He could not leave the boy here, so he gave a call, "Potter?"

A tiny gasp he heard, "Help me! This poor excuse for a wizard! He is going to kill me!"

Kreacher...

He should have thought of the good-for-nothing house elf! The boy surely would want revenge for what had happened. Following the muffled screeches; he found the two near where Kreacher had build a "bedroom". The boy holding the elf tightly along mid-body like he was trying to break every bone the elf had with one hand. Severus's stomach dropped.

"Where is it?" The boy asked, as his anger flew around the room, ready to strike.

Severus did not want to be present when his anger was like this; it was unpredictable. However, the Dark Mark began to fully burn now, causing Severus to speak, "We must go."

"No." The boy refused. He glared down at Kreacher, "Where is it?" He repeated, tightening his grip.

"Eepp.. I.. do not answer to you."

The boy snapped, "You will." The energy in the room, so raw, so visible now, was slowly creeping to Kreacher's body.

The burning would not stop. This meant Severus was needed at the meeting. "Potter, we must go, now."

Kreacher screamed out in pain. It was perverse to watch, despite seeing such horrid curses throughout Severus's life, it was difficult to watch a creature so small go through such torment. Kreacher under went what could possibly be the Cruticus curse. "Where is it, Kreacher?" The boy asked coldly, letting the curse go.

Kreacher broke his vow of silence, finally. "Under the floor boards near the wall." Harry threw Kreacher down like dirt.

Potter croaked, his green eyes seemingly darker than usual. "Get it."

Kreacher scrambled and peeled back the ancient wood. He took out several pieces of parchment, setting them in a pile for the boy.

The boy strode over and took the scrolls up. He looked them over, and gave a smirk, having received what he had wanted. Casting a glance down to the elf, he just stared.

Severus watched as the energy around them began fusing together, preparing for attack. Without a word, green light came at the elf, and his soul was torn from his body, stopping every organ.

The boy's eyes were wide when the elf fell down to the ground, realizing what he had done. The burning had ceased. The energy gone. Everything seemed still.

Severus took the boy's shoulder, and began leading the stunned boy out. To his surprise, the boy did not pull away. He had allowed the gesture. Shutting the door behind them, they took the portkey back to Hogwarts.

"Go back to your dorm, Potter." Severus ordered, as he watched the boy go, he changed with top speed, and headed for the meeting; full knowing, he would face at least one unforgiveable curse for being late.