Hi y'all! So sorry it took so long, I've been dealing with difficulties around here. Nothing big, just detaining me from my usual activities. My updates will hopefully not be interrupted by school, but they could be. Yeah... So I really didn't like this chapter much, I dunno how well I'm doing with Harry and Severus.

Part of the Plan Seven: Prelude in B minor

"Look at this," the Potion Master said, shoving the Pensive into the seated boy's arms. Harry looked at Dumbledore with apprehension, and the Headmaster nodded faintly. As Harry turned to the Pensive, Dumbledore looked at Snape, who was looking faintly apprehensive as well.

After the boy submerged himself in the Pensive, the dark-haired man looked even more fidgety. He sat down heavily in the vacant chair and started picking at his sleeves. Albus stilled his with a motion of his hands, so he satisfied himself with tapping his foot. Remus was watching him as well, so tried to still his foot as well. Soon, Harry stirred, and he opened his eyes cautiously. The first thing he did was look Remus for confirmation.

As Remus nodded, worried, Harry collapsed, fainting dead away into Dumbledore's arms. Snape couldn't remember Albus moving, but it seemed he had been waiting for that sort of reaction. Albus frowned, both at the youngest man's lack of weight, but also at the father's withdrawal of smelling salts from his robes. The Potion Master quickly replaced them in the pocket they came out of.

"Which memories did you show him?" Remus asked quietly.

"A few school days, mostly you, Lily, James, and I, my Death Eater initiation, my confrontation with Lily at the Leaky Cauldron, some Albus lent me, Lily's birthday this year," the new found father replied, casting a worried glance at the unconscious boy.

"Nothing to squick him for life, right?" the werewolf asked, faintly smiling.

"No," he said briefly, as Harry was stirring again. When the boy- young man, Severus thought firmly- opened his eyes again, he looked to Remus.

"This is true," Harry said, sounding much younger than his sixteen years, "I have a real live father?"

Remus nodded encouragingly. Harry turned to Severus.

"You are my- Harry Potter's- father? One who speaks with snakes and a right git?"

Severus nodded as well, frowning at the git part. Finally, he turned to the Headmaster.

"A father?"

Dumbledore nodded, knowing full well what this meant, and why he was called upon last. Harry was looking at them incredulously, but his next query was interrupted by a yawn.

"Prove it- yawn- please, I just want to sleep now," he said as he stumbled unsteadily from the room. Remus hurried after him, and Severus looked lost.

"That went- well?"

"He is in shock, dear boy. It's been a busy day for him, and this I think was a bit much. Do not worry so, he'll be fine soon," Albus said serenely, "After all, at least it's someone normal as a father, not Voldemort or I. He would probably kill himself if it were I."

Severus looked suspicious of this comment, and could not refrain himself.

"Why would he kill himself if it were you instead of I? And since when am I a normal father?"

Albus looked very old and tired as he replied, "Harry does not trust me. You did see that he called on you for the truth before me. An old man's mistakes have cost me much. Also, he knows you were the same age as James and Lily and the rest, so it's a shock, yes, but it would have been worse if it had been, say- Voldemort, as Harry knows at that time he was evil and non-human. Now if I know you Snapes, Harry'll wish us gone. No, my boy, leave the Pensive, you've got others."

Silently, they descended the stairs, Snape pausing at the doorway of the bedroom, before Albus pulled him along, telling him Remus was handling it. At the entrance, Snape begged off, claiming he needed to start the potion. Albus knew, of course, as well as he did that the potion was sitting in the Potion Master's office.

Meanwhile, Harry had been put to bed by the weary werewolf. The older man had been pleased to find a couch had appeared in the bedroom, so he lain down for a rest as well. Of course, Harry's sleep was not undisturbed.

He was walking on the crest of a blackened hill. There were scorch marks on the grass, and he saw he was approaching a road leading into a gated graveyard. As he neared the gates, they swung open silently. He followed the path, looking at the graves as he passed. He saw many names he recognized, and many more he did not, but there were a group he saw that caught his eye. There were three graves, two large ones and a smaller one in the middle. The names he saw made him recoil in horror.

There sat the graves of Lily, James, and Harry Potter. Next came Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Ron and Hermione. Across the line of graves, he saw two men approaching. One was obviously Snape, and the other was a younger man who looked much like his companion. Harry knew immediately that this was Snape's son, the elusive Sagit Snape. They were solemn looking, but the boy looked as if he had just told a joke and was rebuked for it. The boy noticed him, and pointed him out to his father, but the man shook his head. He couldn't see him.

Looking down, he realized he couldn't see himself. After a moment of distress, he noticed a movement in one of the tombs. As the figure emerged, he knew it was Voldemort, no doubts involved. As he glanced back at the others, he noticed both were clad in Death Eater robes and masks. He couldn't remember how he had identified them, but he had. As they bowed to their master, there was a flash of green light and both crumpled to the ground.

Voldemort turned silently to where Harry was stuck, motionless, and he laughed. The Dark Lord made an obscure movement with his hands, and Harry was immersed in visions of a world where the Order had failed.

As he cried out, he was being shaken roughly, and he opened his eyes to see Lupin's worried face.

"Come, come, it's morning now, you need to wake up. Professor Snape needs to talk to you," Remus said. Harry moaned and made to turn over, before thinking better of it and clambering out of bed. He pulled on some robes, vaguely noting that these were not his robes, and they had a strange emblem on them. He stumbled down the stairs, Remus following close behind. As Harry entered the room where Severus was waiting, he waited awkwardly at the threshold until Harry noticed and motioned for him to leave. Severus nodded as well, his eyes enigmatic, his face solemn.

Remus quickly exited the tower, pausing only slightly at the scream coming from the tower.

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