Warning: Sevitus (this means Sev is Harry's father), mpreg! Don't like, don't read!
Fetching HarryAs he approached privet drive, Severus Snape was nervous. "What?" you'll say, "Severus Snape, nervous?" But, yes he was terribly nervous. After all, it wasn't everyday a man would step up to a boy not even sixteen, to claim he was his father. All right, Severus admitted to himself that he was scared, mostly of being rejected by the boy he loved so much.
There it was, number four, the house his boy grew up in. He stepped up to the front door and, with a last sign of hesitation, rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened to reveal a very fat boy. 'Mmm, must be Dudley', he mused. "What do you want, we don't buy things at the door", the boy said and tried to close the door. But Severus was faster. He put his foot between the door and calmly send his coldest glare at the boy. "I believe your parents send me an owl, requesting my help with your nephew, boy. Now let me in, before I have to force myself an entry!"
Dudley, clearly impressed by the stranger, just stepped aside, admitting the man to the house. "Dad, there's a freak here to see Harry", he jelled as loud as he could. Next thing he knew, he was being held up by his shirt, the dark stranger looming over him "Don't ever call a wizard a freak again, boy, or you will very much regret it. If I hadn't come here for urgent matters, I would teach you a lesson right now. Understood?" Dudley gave a nod, upon which the stranger let go of him. At that he ran up to his room, strangely enough with his hands clutching his bottom.
As soon as the boy had disappeared, Severus stepped into the living room. He had to control himself very hard not to let his mask slide. He would tell his son everything, but not before they were out of this house. When he saw that his son was still being restrained by his uncle, he did the only thing he could think of. He took out his wand and stunned the boy.
After that he turned to address Petunia.
"Ms Dursley, thank you so much for sending me that letter," he began, but Petunia interrupted him. "Who are you, and how do I know that you can be trusted?"
"I'm sorry, my name is Severus Snape, and I am Harry's potions professor. The headmaster gave me permission to collect Harry, so we can give him proper treatment. I assure you I only stunned Harry just now to protect him from harming himself." With that he decided to lift the stunning spell on Harry.
The boy looked at him sadly. "So, the headmaster didn't even have the guts to come and get me himself, did he? I should have known. It just took my trying to kill myself to make him realise that he can not risk loosing his precious weapon, did it? I hate him! I hate you! After what you did to me, after how you treated both me and Sirius, how dare you show yourself here! Did you come to gloat? See that poor little boy that can't even stand to be around himself? Come on professor! I know you would have loved it if my uncle hadn't stopped me! No more Potter Brat to teach next year!" By now the boy was nearly hysteric, he was just ranting on and on.
Suddenly he found himself embraced in a pair of strong arms, not able to move and he heard his professor whisper to him. "Please, Harry, believe me, I have not come to do any of those things. I would be devastated if anything should happen to you! There are so many things I have to tell you, I have to explain, but I don't want to do that here. Please come back to Hogwarts with me, so we can talk. You have every right to be angry, but please, if you don't want to stay after I've explained, I will let you go where ever you want. Please just come with me!" he pleaded to the boy.
Letting go of the embrace, he looked into his son's face. The boy just didn't seem to care about it. In fact, he didn't seem to care about much of anything. He just prayed that the boy would want to hear him out. Because if not, he wasn't sure how he would solve this situation.
"Okay, professor, whatever! Just get me out of here. But I'm warning you, whatever it is you want to tell me, it'd better be something good. I just can't handle any more bad news for the moment."
"Come on Harry, let's go. Sir, Madame, we'll leave you to your business. I thank you again for the letter you send me, and for all the years you have taken care of Harry." And with that both Severus and Harry took their leave, taking with them all of Harry's possessions.
A/N: So, what do you all think? Please review, I'd like to know if my writings are appreciated.