A/N: Second to last chapter.. and I'm sure you all will not like how I end this fiction, but it's how I planned ever since I started. I may end up writing a small fiction after, depending on the feedback I get at the end, to tie up loose ends.

Dreaming about providence and whether mice or men have second tries

Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open

maybe we're bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more,

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside, Somewhere we live inside

We were meant to live for so much more,

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside

We were more than this world's got to offer

We were more than this world's got to offer

We were more than the wars of our fathers

And everything inside, screams for second lives

Meant to Live- Switchfoot

"Harry, honey," He heard a sweet mothering voice. "Breakfast."

He rolled over and stifled a yawn.

The room he was in was bright yellow, themed to the Chudley Cannons. He found himself a green jumper with a 'H' on it.

He put it on, and travelled downstairs.

He saw steaming pieces of french toast, strawberries, whipping cream, and bacon, waiting for him. He also saw Molly Weasley, sitting at the table with a cup of orange juice and a bright smile.

"Good morning, Harry,"

"Morning," He greeted with a bright smile.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I slept great.." His voice trailed. "I actually do not remember waking up from the Knight Bus."

"You didn't." She smiled gratefully. "Arthur carried you up."

"Oh."

"Didn't want to wake you, though," She said softly, "You had a rough night."

He helped himself to breakfast.

"I spoke to Dumbledore this morning. He is sending Minerva to gather you at lunch. Many things to discuss, you know."

She rose to her feet, and busied herself with the dishes. "Glad to see the jumper fits.. did not realize how tall you've gotten."

After filling himself to the point where he could not bear to eat another bite, he went to the bathroom to wash up. A nice shower was what he needed.

The bathroom was steamy when he got out, and he dressed.

He spent the rest of the morning on the couch, reading. It was odd to him to be in Ron's house when he was not there; when they weren't even friends. Reading took his mind off of it.

Professor McGonagall arrived at lunchtime, and silently took him to Dumbledore's office. She left by saying that Dumbledore was downstairs, but would be up shortly.

Sitting in the office he was well acquainted with, relaxed him. Fawkes sitting on his perch, watching him.

"'ello Fawkes." He greeted.

The bird tilted it's head, and gave a short coo.

Two minutes past, and Dumbledore strolled in.

"Sorry about the delay. There was an incident last night with Miss Weasley. It seems she dislikes your father. Ransacked his office. She was founded sleeping in there having taken Sleeping Draught."

"Is she okay?"

"She just woke up. Poor girl. Seems she has not slept in days. She's exhausted. Terrified of dreams and what not." He waved his hand disconcerning the idea. "But we really need to discuss last night's events, don't you think?"

"Yes, Professor."

"As you know, Severus comes to me after every meeting to tell me of what happened, what news has come up.." His voice trailed, and he looked grave. "Severus did not return to the castle last night. So, you will have to fill me in."

He was shocked. Wasn't his father there when he left? He could not recall.

"The Dark Lord had the prodigies duel." He said. "Polly and I were first. And then following that Draco and I."

"Ahh, and who became his heir?"

"I did."

"I see.." Dumbledore's voice trailed. "And did he mark you?"

"He tried." He said slowly. "It would not stay." He then asked, "Why is that?"

Dumbledore exhaled, "Well.. You cannot mark those already marked. In that sense, you were marked when you were a baby to have some connection with Voldemort. You were already bound to him. At least, this is what I would sense is the reason."

"After he tried to mark me and failed, I ran for it. I got lost, but Peter helped me out."

Dumbledore replied, "I did tell you he had a debt to you for saving his life almost three years ago. He saved yours last night, so the bound is broken between you."

"Good," He commented. "I would want nothing to do with the rat."

Ignoring this, the great wizard asked, "When was the last time you saw Severus?"

He replied, "Right after I duelled Draco."

"Hmm." He brushed his beard with his fingers.

Interrupting his thoughts, "There is something else, Professor."

He gazed over his moon spectacles, "Yes?"

"He knows. He knows that I'm Harry Potter."

Dumbledore leaned back, "Well then.. what do you propose?"

"What do you mean?"

He used one hand to represent the first choice, "You can go back to being Harry Potter, your cover has been blown. Clearly that is why Severus is missing."

He then used the other hand to represent the secodn, "Or you can continue to be Damon Snape."

He then clapped his hands together, and smiled, "It is really up to you."

With a moments thought, he asked, "Can't I be both?"

A twinkle in his eyes shone with curiousity, "Both?"

"Afterall, I am both of them." He replied shortly, rising to his feet.

Dumbledore asked the hurried boy, "And what are we to call you?"

"Harry." He decided. "Harry Damon Snape."

Dumbledore nodded, "All right, Harry, and what house shall you belong to?"

"Gryffindor."

"Okay then, Harry, I shall make the arrangements, have your things transferred to Gryffindor, and announce your decision at dinner."

Harry began to leave.

"Oh, and Harry?"

"I'll let you know if any information about Severus comes up."

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry's things were brought to his old dorm, and he found himself in the common room with Hermione.

She had greeted him with a hug.

"I knew it was you," She said softly.

He explained the whole story to her, and when he was done, it was time for dinner.

They walked down together, and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Rumours started to speculate, but Dumbledore rose to his feet.

"I have two important things I must address with you tonight." He began. "You may have noticed that Damon Snape is sitting at the Gryffindor table tonight with Miss Granger. Mr. Snape has asked for a transfer into the house, and although typically I would not allow it, I have made arrangements for this."

Dumbledore explained, "You see, Mr. Snape did not come from Durmstang. He has never even been there. He was once a Gryffindor under the name Harry Potter."

The school all seemed to gasp.

"Mr. Snape is in fact the son of our Potion's professor, and will continue to be under his rightful last name. However," He paused. "He asks that you call him Harry. Harry is his given name. So, I would like you to welcome back and welcome to the world, Harry Snape."

There was a cheerful applause, and spirited happiness in the hall.

"Now for my second annoucement." Dumbledore said. "It is my unfortunate responsibility to announce that our Dear Potions Master, Severus Snape is missing. Potions class will be cancelled until a replacement or until Professor Snape returns. Thank you."

After dinner, Harry and Hermione were sitting in the common room, talking. Ron came up and said slowly, "Welcome back, Harry,"

Harry gave a weak smile, "Thank you, Ron."

"I'm sorry for being a-" Ron began.

Harry interrupted him quickly, "Don't be, you didn't know."

"Friends?" He asked hopefully.

Harry nodded, "Til the end,"

"I've learned my lesson," He said, taking the book Hermione had beside her and sitting down, "Not to judge a book by its cover."

"Lucius, come hither," The Dark Lord hissed.

Lucius, aged like a fine wine, came for his Master.

"Yes, my Lord?"

He hissed, "You took care of Severus, did you not?"

"Of course, my Lord."

"Excellent, be sure your loyalty never wavers."