Well, just started work so this chapter might be a little choppy… But I will continue this story if it's the last thing I do! Just warning you that the next few chapters might either be shorter or taking longer to post due to work, I forgot how much work it is and there isn't much time to work especially because my coworkers like to socialize during my free time…

But this is the time we have all be waiting for!

Face to Face

Days passed into weeks quicker than imaginable for all students. Halloween became a day of hope as Harry actually went to the Hogsmeade trip and laughed. It was like a song after mourning or a rainbow after a winter storm. No one knew what made this day a good one, but it did, and no one cared. And it wasn't just that day, either; Harry was seen enjoying himself in Quidditch with friends. It was a miracle for some reason. No matter how much they asked and begged for information, his friends wouldn't find out how he got over the fact that he was Severus Snape's son. But the book continued to stay at the bottom of his trunk. Then again, they didn't care about why he got his spirit back, just that it happened, and seeing the book might cause him to loose it again.

Halloween past quickly and it flew through November. Studies filled their lives as finals came closer and a time of joy would not be spent with Sirius. But they accomplished enough of their transformation to the point where they stay in their animal forms for a few hours. It was almost time…

"You know what?" Hermione asked, holding her Transfiguration book closer to herself.

"You know I hate guessing games!" Ron exploded. Harry just laughed at the two of them. They were all on edge but Ron was the most vocal about it.

"I was thinking that a great Christmas Gift would be leaving to the Ministry. That time will create the least security as everyone will be thinking about the holiday and their families. And I think we're ready."

"But won't the others want to go with their families?"

"But that's the good part! I've already talked to them about it and this year they decided to stay here for Christmas. And no one would notice us gone when they are worried about their own enjoyment."

"You seem to have everything planned out Hermione," Harry answered. Already he was thinking of what they would do once Sirius was brought back to the land of the living. It would be just the two of them doing anything to their heart's desire as the Ministry wasn't after him any longer.

"So what are we going to do today?" Glued to her Charms book, Hermione wove through the densely populated halls surprisingly well.

"I am to see the Headmaster today soon."

"Why does he have to see you no, mate? You-Know-Who isn't acting up again, is he?"

"Ron, don't be ridiculous, Harry would have felt it."

"Well, whatever the reason, I'll be finding out soon. Have to go now," Harry said, handing Lachesis to Hermione for safe keeping, "I'll meet you in the library afterwards, okay?"

The other two nodded their acceptance until Ron understood the implications of the last sentence. "Library! Why would we be in there?"

"Come on, Ron," Hermione sighed, taking hold of his arm and pulled him out of the room. Harry walked the other way with a shake of his head not knowing that they were watched and his friends were going to be running into the most interesting of traps…

Hermione and Ron continued their way down the Charms hallway, oblivious of the soft footsteps behind them. Lachesis, however, stared out behind them suspiciously at the shadows. It was as if she heard the stalker and his objective because she didn't inform her transportation of the inevitable fact… or she simply didn't care for their safety. But soon the intruder's voice filled the silent hallway, stopping the duo. "You really shouldn't trust the castle. The muggle loving fool might have control of it now, but you never know when it might be attacked."

Hermione swiftly took hold of Ron's cloak as he undoubtedly would have attacked Malfoy otherwise. "What do you want, Malfoy? Because of you're just going to insult us all day, I'm just going to leave."

"No, no, nothing of the sort it turns out. I know that you know what you shouldn't know, but not know now."

The infamous Malfoy smirk drifted on his perfect, pale face as he watched Ron's face turn to confusion. Hermione on the other hand just stared back with a persona of calm. This didn't surprise him at all, but he didn't expect her to respond.

"But why, Malfoy do you know what he knows, but shouldn't know now, but should know?" She crossed her arms in a clear show of competitive nature. The DA had taught her that she shouldn't just ignore these confrontations but fight back or else her ignorance could decide the tides of fate.

"Yes, yes, well I know," he answered, seemingly unruffled, "but they who should know won't accept it. I have a way to ramify that."

"Why should we trust you?" Ron said suspiciously, though it was evident that he had no idea on what he was countering.

"What were you thinking?" Hermione asked intrigued.

"Oh, it's simple…"

He was trapped; grabbed from behind and thrown in this dark room. No matter what spell he used, Harry could not open the door. Once he gave up, the door opened and another prisoner was thrown in to join him, pushing him in contact. Through the limited lighting, the accusing glare of the Potion's Master was much more than intimidating. Harry glared back, not to be bested by Snape much less his father, taking all of his Gryffindor courage. It didn't cross his mind that doing so in such a small space wasn't the best decision. His was returned full force as the Potion's Master found that his glare wasn't as effective as usual.

"What is this all about?" Snape sneered, "I'll have you know that kidnapping a teacher is against school rules and I could have you expelled for this.

"You think I know what's going on? I was taken just as much as you were!"

With hypnotic grace, he approached without so much as a whisper of clothing, backing Harry in a wall. "It seems that you have proven again that fame isn't everything. The great Harry Potter captured by some kids."

"But what would that say of you, Professor, to be captured as well? Either these kids are stronger than you expect, or you aren't as great as you think you are," the Gryffindor countered, feeling all the pent up anger from five years of taunting from the teacher, "You preach that I am not strong enough to handle myself, Professor, but you yourself don't exactly fit the description of magically fit."

"Quiet, Potter!" he snapped back.

If only they knew…

"You don't know how it's like to have to live my life. You are always criticizing me about everything! About things I don't have in my control! Why are you holding me accountable about things that happened years before I was born? Years before my parents even thought of having me, if they even thought at all…"

Overcome with emotions, he cut off his rant and dropped down to the ground. If Snape didn't know who his son was, let along know it existed, they didn't think of having him. How could it be unknown? He didn't know the internal battle Snape was going through as he was too busy with his own. On, how he wanted just to wipe off that depressed face on his son, his son… One he had grown to care for in his limited knowledge of kindness. It was something Lily would have wanted of him. He had messed up everything in the past by leaving the house without hearing all the excuses. It had made him miserable, in turn the lives of his students, for living in a world of what ifs. And Sansone lived without a father. There was no one he could go to when help was needed or a fright was to be scared away. He had lived an unloved life himself and knew the emotional blockade that develops under those circumstances. He promised himself that he would never put his children through that sort of position. But he had failed. Sansone, his only child, had grown up in a life he himself had gone through. And to make matters worst, he had picked his son out of the crowd and had mocked every handhold he had accomplished to gain in such a life.

To have accepted everything that he had dished out with the undoubtedly horrible life the muggles had provided was simply astonishing.

"I wouldn't go to think that," the teacher finally spoke, restless under that depressed gaze, "they loved you, love you even now, and wanted you. What would Dumbledore say to hear you now?"

"You have no idea, Professor, about me. Maybe you have convinced yourself for so long that I am some spoiled brat in the Dursley's house, but let me tell you now that you couldn't have been more wrong. House elves are treated better than I was, I'll have you know. But you wouldn't believe that now would you?" You don't believe anything that I tell you. Just never… So why am I even trying?"

If he had seen Snape's face, he would have seen the depressed look on he had also. But he had given up trying to reason with the guy, no matter who he is. It just wasn't worth the pain he was experiencing. Why did he care so much for what the man thought about him? He didn't have a family in his life before, so why did he want one now? The Weasleys had taken him in with open arms; he could just stay with them…

But maybe it was because they aren't really his…. And now he does have someone to turn to. Ironic as it is. Snape doesn't care though, he hates his son. At least he had that Sonsona… Sansoni… whatever he is character to take care of. At least some orphan boy had received a father. He would not be jealous of this mysterious child, even though he stole the only thing he had wanted his whole life. No, jealousy never worked for him. It only led to pain at the Dursley's and it would continue its vicious circle here, no doubt. So he just sat down on some discarded box to wait for a rescue. He didn't think that the Slytherin Head of House would answer.

"And you don't know the whole life of mine." The voice lacked the usual bite making it sound almost human. "But you wouldn't believe me either."

"Try me."

Severus blinked slowly at the order, but nodded, "well, when the war was just starting, I got married to the woman of my dreams. We had been going out since we were students here but we wouldn't be able to stay together due to our families. So we created a decoy to dispel any suspicions."

He sat down tiredly, openly showing the stress placed on him through the years to cause him to be the cantankerous man Harry had grown to hate. How easily the roles had seemed to switch, the overloaded hero was now the hated discussion dictator forcing out a story undoubtedly caused major pain, and one he already knew the answer to. Snape couldn't have always been like this. Everyone had a good side to them when they are brought into the world; it is the world that creates the darkness in everyone. Was this tangled fiasco the cause of this depression? Could it all have been avoided?

"And you had a kid."

Severus' head snapped up so quick that Harry was surprised that he didn't hear a snap. Actually, he didn't even know that his teacher's head was down before then.

"You know about Sansone?"

"Yeah, and I think it's crazy that you didn't tell him about it. No matter what kind of life you can provide him, it's best to tell him about it. A life without an adult watching over you is much better than living by yourself. I know many kids complain about parental control, but you don't understand the importance until you loose it. And you are taking it away from this poor kid without even holding all the facts. Just give the guy the change of a normal life, whoever it is, even if its being a Death Eaters' son. Any life is better than none."

As he was pacing at such a fast pace, the pain within the other's eyes as he tried to dissolve his own pain. Why did this one kid get family while he was ignored once more? Hadn't he paid his dues to society, or at least in the process of? He is to die in the Final Battle without knowing of unconditional love of a parent, to be gazed with such pride, having something to accomplish for someone who wouldn't turn their back. That sense of security he would never feel…

"You said you knew of Sansone," Severus said, breaking his concentration of how much his life sucked, "but you don't understand at all."

What?

"You are Sansone…"

And the world went blank.

Thank you to the five that cared enough about this story to review. If it weren't for you guys, I truly wouldn't have continued this story and it would just sit in my computer like all the others. Please show that you care by reviewing… please?

Makalani Astral: Don't you just love the clock? I couldn't even believe it when I reread it that I actually got that part in. It reminds me of a short story that I did, but instead of a clock it was a squirrel. Bow down to the squirrel!

rlmess: Well, I wasn't trying to make you hate Draco, I just needed some way for Harry to go into detention. Hopefully you see in this chapter that he ends up being an okay guy… hopefully? Or else my sister would kill me. And sorry for your lack of cliffhanger (unless you really wanted one, or if this one proved to be one), I just couldn't make it the way I originally wanted it.