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Warning: Sevitus (this means Sev is Harry's father), mpreg! Don't like, don't read!

A letter he never expected

Severus Snape was sitting behind his desk in his personal chambers. Maybe you would think it sad that he didn't leave the school even for the holydays, but it didn't matter to him. He felt safe at Hogwarts and that was the only thing he cared about. Besides, if he went to his house, he'd only be reminded of what he had lost all those years ago.

You see, contrary to popular believe, Severus Snape did have feeling. Only, he had decided to bury them deep down fifteen years ago, on the night he had lost everything he had left. Well, better not think about that too much, he thought, it was no use trying to regain the past. And besides, his life would take a turn for the better soon, because the charms protecting the past would wear of on the night of the boys sixteenth birthday. He would get his son back, if the boy still wanted him, that is.

Oh, how he hoped the boy wouldn't hate him for the way he had treated him in the past. It was just a lot easier to pretend to hate the boy, to keep the boy away from him, than to let him get close and not be able to recognise him. It just hurt too much.

Suddenly an owl came flying through the window. He recognised her immediately. It was Hedwig, his son's owl. It could mean only one thing, the boy was in trouble. And he needed his father. Otherwise the bird would have gone to the headmaster. He hastily untied the letter from the bird's leg and began to read it.

To whomever it may concern,

Please come and get the boy away from here as soon as possible. He has been depressed ever since he came back for the holydays, and hasn't spoken to anyone. All he did was lie on his bed and sleep all day long. And today he came down to the kitchen, to try and kill himself with a kitchen knife. Luckily we were in the kitchen at the time and succeeded in stopping him before he could really hurt himself. We do not know what else to do with him, and pray you come and get him before he tries anything like this again. We will not tolerate the boy dying in our house.

Sincerely,

Petunia Dursley

Severus gasped. He had let this continue for more than enough time. His son felt so lost, so alone that he had tried to kill himself. He just couldn't believe it. He had almost lost the only thing he had left. No, he couldn't let that happen. He needed to get to the boy, needed to know he was safe, needed to tell him everything, to take him in his arms and just hold him, like he had held him when he was just a baby. God, he hoped it wasn't too late, that he could repair the bond with his son, his little angel.

With those thoughts in mind he firecalled the headmaster and informed him that he was leaving the castle because his son needed him, and that he would be back in a short while. Without giving the man time to respond he disconnected the floo and set of to collect his son.