Harry was sitting at the ledge of the Astronomy Tower, his eyes filled with tears, as he gazed at the starry sky. Sure he had a father, but that just wasn't it... Sirius was the only one who had truly understood and now he was gone. 'This is all my fault, it's my fault that Sirius is dead... my fault that my friends have suffered. If only I hadn't been so stupid! Why didn't I listen to Hermione? Maybe it's true... maybe I was so caught up on playing the hero... I should have died that night, not Sirius, it should have been me.'
Harry slowly pulled a silver dagger out off his robes and watched the moonlight dance on the sharp edge of dagger. He slowly slid it across his wrist and lost himself in the pain. He watched as the crimson red blood ran down his arms, standing out from his pale skin.
Suddenly an alarm rang around him, Harry immediately stumbled backwards almost falling off of the ledge, his blood seeping onto his robes. He hurried back on his feet and was met by three Professors, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and lastly Professor Dumbledore.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Snape roared as he saw the bloody dagger lying on the floor and Harry's blood stained robes.
"Why should you care, this isn't any of your business!" Harry spat back as he matched his father's glare.
"When you start hurting yourself, THEN it becomes MY business!" Snape hissed dangerously as he towered over Harry menacingly.
"It doesn't matter, I deserve it anyways." Harry spat before he ran past the Professors pushing McGonagall on his way.
"Harry! Come back here!" Snape roared as he hurried after his son. Suddenly Dumbledore pulled him back, the twinkle gone from his blue eyes and instead replaced by sadness.
"No Severus, the boy needs time alone." Dumbledore said softly before a single tear slid down his pain filled face, and for once, he looked his age, tired, troubled and old.
The next day, Harry found himself in his father's quarters. He looked around, and rubbed his eyes, still a bit sleepy. He glanced at his wrist, and saw it covered by a bandage.
"What happened last night Harry? Why did you deserve that?" Snape asked his face void of all emotions as he sat down in front of Harry. Harry sighed and looked down, as he swallowed the painful lump in his throat.
"You wouldn't understand." Harry whispered hoarsely, causing Snape to roll his eyes.
"Okay, then we best get to work, about your identity. Dumbledore will be here in a while to discuss your new name, and your alibi." Snape said, surprising Harry, on how easy he had let the subject go. Harry looked up and nodded, to show that he understood.
Soon enough Dumbledore burst in, smiling as usual, the twinkle back in his eyes, followed by a man in a muggle suit. Dumbledore sat down in one of the couches diagonal to Harry while the man sat beside Snape, pulling out a black briefcase filled with documents and a quill.
"Who is he?" Snape asked venomously as he glared at the man.
"Why Severus, no need to be so irritable, this is my grand son, Simon, who else would I trust with such an important thing?" Dumbledore said with a small laugh, causing Snape to turn his glare away from the man.
"Alright, now that we have got that clear, I would like to know what you would like Harry to be called." Simon said as he cleared his throat, holding a quill on one hand.
"Um... Alexander Snape?" Snape said, looking at Harry for approval. Harry bit his lip, thinking for a while.
"How about, Christopher Alexander Snape." Harry said, adding a bit of something to the name that his father had suggested. Snape nodded in approval.
"Then Christopher Alexander Snape, it is." Simon said before he wrote it down on a piece of paper.
"I suppose Harry, will be keeping his original birthday?" Simon said as he looked at his grandfather who simply nodded in reply.
"Now we have to work on Harry's alibi." Dumbledore said, looking at father and son.
"Well, I could say that Harry, I mean Chris has been studying in England's Private School of Witchcraft and Wizarding with his twin sister, but moved to Hogwarts after their mother's death." Snape said slowly, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Yes, that is a perfect alibi. Now Simon, I trust that you will take care of the papers?" Dumbledore asked his grandson fondly. Simon nodded and left leaving the three to fix a few other things.
"Now Christopher, I'm going to take off the remains of the glamorie charm so that you can see how you really look like, then I will change that scar of yours." Dumbledore said as he pulled out his wand waiting for Harry's approval. Once he had it, he pointed his wand at Harry.
"Revelus." Dumbledore muttered, as he flicked his wand in a certain way. Harry felt a slight tingling sensation and once it was done a mirror appeared in front of him.
Harry stifled a gasp at his new appearance. He looked very much like his father, now standing at 6 feet flat. He also had those same aristocratic features, those high and defined cheekbones, pale skin, thin eyebrows, long and slender fingers, a long thin face and an aristocratic nose which was thankfully not hooked. The only thing that had not changed was his eye color and the lightning shaped scar, which had hated for his whole life.