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Our days are running thin

our hopes will start to fall

feel the world collapse around me

from within

The letters keep coming by

to let us know when time will die

and please, GOD, will you forgive us?

And give us one more try

If you will then we'll go

As fast as we go far

Maybe we'll be forgotten

when the world is torn apart

The End With You- Boxcar Racer

Severus watched Draco closely the next evening at the meeting. He seemed to be stuck concentrating on Damon rather than the meeting. Not that Damon was all so interesting. Why was he so intent on the boy, he hadn't known. He was determined to find out.

Ever since their little fight the night previous, Severus was asking himself why he was acting the way he had. All he wanted to really know was what Damon thought of him and their situation. Why had he made such a big deal out of the idea of his son joining the Order of the Pheonix? Afterall, he was in it as well.

Truth betold, Severus wasn't very happy in the Order. It wasn't because he was siding with the Dark, far from it. He would rather not have any part in the whole Dark or Light war. Except, he was stuck right in the middle of it. As was Damon, but as his counterpart, Harry. Perhaps, Severus hadn't wanted his son trapt in a battle he was already stuck in. He was losing site of who Damon really was.

The Dark Lord seemed to be in rather a good mood. It was announced that morning that Arthur Weasley was the Minister of Magic. The Dark Lord saw Weasley as no opponent whatsoever, and felt it almost a joke they would appoint him.

The Dark Lord announced, "One of my prodigies, is to be my heir. Next week, I will determine whom this will be through a duel."

Damon rose early. He remembered he had try outs when he hadn't found Draco in the common room. He wandered out onto the field seeing the team already at practice. They had an upcoming game. They already did have a keeper, but under Snape's idea, he was to try out.

Draco was intent on looking over the field for the snitch. He had not even greeted Damon when he came outside. Damon didn't mind, he had to learn how to be a keeper.

They were on the field until the rain picked up, coating the team in mud and cold droplets. Draco had not even been dismissed by the captain of the team when he went to the change room.

Damon was told he was to play the game against the Gryffindors in two weeks, and see how he was. It wouldn't be too bad of a game, Harry was not longer on the team, so Draco had a chance to collect the snitch.

"It'll be easy to leave a good impression on the team," Draco finally said, fully dressed in his robes, looking in the mirror.

Damon asked, "How so?"

"Well, the Weasley twins were pretty good sweepers on the team, but they're gone now. I hear the new players are nothing compared to them. You'll be able to keep out the quaffles.. even if you're not used to being a keeper." He ran a hand through his hair, "Surprised you didn't try out for my position on the team."

"Oh, I'm no Seeker."

Draco replied rolling his eyes, "Right," He then commented, "You would probably be better than Harry Potter,"

Damon scoffed, "And how would you know this? Having not seen me look for the snitch."

Draco replied, "You were watching the snitch more carefully than you were the quaffles, tonight." Draco ruffled his hair now, "I was thinking of going off hiding, like Potter," He replied, "Wouldn't want my rival getting better training than I am."

"I'm sure you get better training from your father."

"Be nice to get away from it all too, the crazy dark bullshit." He continued slyly.

"I thought you support the dark side," Damon said slowly.

"Yes, it's true, I support the cause he's fighting for," Draco meant the Dark Lord. "But tell me, why would I want to be his right-hand man, when I can be the next Voldemort?"

Damon looked at Draco with surprise. He had never called the Dark Lord "Voldemort" in front of him, and Damon was sure that Draco was afraid of him.

"And what if Potter does kill Voldemort? Would you take his place?"

Draco replied, "No, you fool," He honestly answered, "I'd rather be known for acting out of character than being a souless monster." He hissed, "Hard to believe, isn't it, Potter?"

Damon looked at the boy, instead of the image in the mirror.

Draco leaned closer, and kept his voice quiet, "I know that you're Harry Potter," He added, "And I also know that you are the one to defeat the Dark Lord," He then said, "Which is why when we duel to see who is to be his heir, I'm letting you win."

"Don't go all noble on me, Draco,"

Draco replied, "Listen, Potter," He stared him straight in the eye, "I do not know why you actually gave a friendship between us a chance, but I know that I'm glad you did. And for whenever you go back to who you are, I'd rather not lose that."

Damon gave a weak smile, "Don't worry,"

"So, you're actually Snape's son, huh?" He asked. "It's not just a facade you all came up with, to save Snape's skin and hide you?"

"No, it's the real deal." Damon answered.

"Who knows? The truth I mean?"

"Uh.. well, you, me, Snape, Remus, Dumbledore, Ginny.."

"Ginny." He said softly. "She's how I found out."

"Oh?"

"I heard you and her talking."

"Oh.. yea."

"What about Weasley, Granger?"

Damon replied, "Are you kidding! Ron wants to kill me! He's got it set in his head that I'm behind the attack on Hermione."

"Well, you are a Snape."

"So?"

"Don't you realize what that means?" He responded to the silence, "The last name Snape changed about fifty years ago when the Chamber of Secrets was first open."

"And what was it?"

"Snake, of course!" He exclaimed. "So, naturally, the timing of the name change with the meaning of it gives someone the idea.. and Weasley does know your Father is in with the Dark Lord."

"I didn't know that.." Why hadn't Snape told him that? "What is Snape's family like? Severus doesn't talk about that much." More like ever.

He asked, "Well.. I only know what my Father has told me.. And I can see what he hasn't told you anything about them. Severus' mother died before he went to Hogwarts, and his Dad was an early follower of Voldemort. His grandfather changed their last name because he was getting accused of the attacks at the school. Many people believed the Snape's were distant relatives of Salazar Slytherin."

"And are they?"

"That, I do not know. Severus probably doesn't even know."

"Does Snape have any living relatives?"

"Oh, no. It was found in Severus' first year that his father had killed his Mum. He was sent to Azkaban and he died within the first year in there. He was insane before he was in the place, though."

"Where'd he live after that?"

"Well, a couple foster homes. In his seventh year, he grew close to my father and lived in the Manor."

"Oh."

"So, what about Granger?" Draco decided to change the subject, "Does she know?"

"I think she does, but I denied it. It isn't safe.."

"Especially with her nearly dead." He said, shifting.

"They said they found traces of venom in her," Damon said with confusion, this perked Draco's interest.

"Venom? She was stabbed." He seemed worried almost.

"Yea, I don't get it either."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. It was as if he knew more than he was letting on. Then he spoke, "So, how is Snape as a Dad? I know he's always wanted a son. He told me when I was younger. He's my Godfather, you know?"

"No, I didn't know that." Damon answered honestly. "He's.. I don't know. I've never really had a Dad to be able to tell."

"Right, well, how is it being his son? Must be different."

"You'd think it would be.. the only thing that seems to be different is that he occasionally comes to me with information. We fight pretty much the same."

"You two don't get along? I never noticed that really."

"We got into a fight yesterday. He used to same something about my- James, and now he says stuff about my Mum."

"Wouldn't he have had an affair with her though?"

"No." Damon said darkly. "Apparently, he abducted her on the orders of the Dark Lord. Then he was given her as a reward. Nine months later, I was born."

"Peter, Peter, Peter..." He hissed. "You have returned, with good news, I expect."

"Y-Yes, my Lord."

"Good." He purred, "Let's hear it!"

Peter Pettigrew's naturally fearful stutter cleared, "Harry Potter is still attending Hogwarts, my lord, but under an alias."

The Dark Lord grew interested. "Oh? Continue."

"I was in Grimmauld Place a month or so ago, and read some papers-"

"I don't care for the details, Pettigrew! I want the name!"

"The young Snape."

"Damon?"

"Yes, Damon."

"Snape never had a son, then?"

"No, Potter is his son."

"Interesting." He drummed his long thin fingers on his throne's arm rest. "Leave me. I must dwell on this."