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Summary: Harry has just discovered three vital things. One: His father was gay. Two: His mother is not really his mother. Three: Severus Snape is a very sexy man. He's in for an interesting year...

What To Do When Your World Turns Upside Down; Chapter 1: New Beginnings

The sixteen hour bus ride from the Dursley's had made Harry's legs feel like jelly. He jumped off of the bottom step, regretting it instantly for as soon as his feet hit ground, a wave pain jolted both of his legs.

"Shit!" he whispered, his eye twitching. Harry noticed his surroundings; the camp looked and smelled rich. The buildings were made of very elegant and neat stones. Each building had names over them written in old English, carved on pieces of wood.

"Potter! What the hell?" Pansy Parkinson yelled from another bus (knight bus that is) on the other side of the sidewalk. "You DO know this is a PUREBLOODED Wizarding camp don't you?" Pansy asked snobbishly.

"Ahh, come on Pans. If he's here, then obviously something's up. Ya never know fucker, he just might be," Blaise Zabini said with a huge grin. "So you single Potter?"

"Shut up Zabini!" Pansy yelled, smacking him in the chest. "Forgive him. He thinks with his dick, not his head,'' the Slytherin said with a smirk.

"Hey!" Zabini exclaimed.

"Anyway, Potter, what ARE you doing here?" Parkinson asked.

"Ummm, well...Long story, really... I guess, if you really want to hear it..."

"We do! We really, do!" Zabini said enthusiastically. Harry sighed.

"Alright, let me find my bunker and we'll talk, alright?" he said, defeated. Pansy and Blaise nodded and they walked past a group of screaming three year olds throwing temper tantrums to the check-in line. They pointed him in the direction of a twins set of bunkers that were midnight black with midnight blue shades.

"Name—Well my, my. What do we have here, Mr. Potter. What, may I ask, are you doing here, and what happened to your face," drawled none other than Severus Snape himself. Harry sighed and shook his head.

"My father decided that it was about time I went to a proper vacation school, Severus," Harry said with a malicious grin. Severus glared at him.

"Why you little cretin! I'll—" he started.

"You'll what, Severus?" asked a tall figure in a hooded cloak. Snape's eyes widened.

"M-my lord!" he gasped, falling to his knees. Voldemort immediately told him to rise, making sure not too many people were looking. That wouldn't do to have him sent to Azkaban, now would it.

"What seems to be the problem here, Severus?" Voldemort asked his most loyal servant, his eyes narrowing.

"I was questioning Mr. Potter, asking him wh—"

"Sean, Severus. His name is Sean Riddle. Does he look like Harry Potter, honestly?" Voldemort asked with a tremendous sigh. Snape blinked at the teen in front of him. He did resemble Potter in a way, with the raven black hair, and the full lips... and... Well, no. The nose was different, it had a slight bump in the middle, and his cheekbones were much high.

"Actually, m'lord. He looks more like James Potter, presently..." Severus answered.

"Except for the nose? And the eyes. Of course. He gets those features from me. His true sire." Gasps were heard all around. "Yes, you heard me right. I received a letter through that insufferable time mail stating that Harry Potter was truly my son, Sean James Riddle. So, here he is, I plan on him getting reacquainted with his classmates, making some new friends...He is, by the way, my 'guest,' the one I ordered the special room for. I trust you will take care of him for me, Severus?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Severus nodded hastily and bowed once more.

"Anything for you m'lord," Severus purred. Harry... No wait, Sean shuddered with disgust thinking about why Severus Snape might have said what he said in the tone that he said it...

"Great! Good to hear," Voldemort said in a threatening voice, and POOF! He was gone...Just like magic.

"M-mr. Pot...Err, Riddle, follow me, please," Severus said shakily. Sean, Pansy, and Blaise followed the dark-haired teacher to a large room in one of the bunkers. Unlike all of the other rooms, it had it's own bathroom, it's own large bathtub, it's own sitting and bedroom, and was furnished with antique sofas and beds. There was bone china on the tea table, and a Siberian tiger with a collar next to the sitting room sofa.

"That great lump of a cat right there is Sofia. She is as ancient as Dumbledork and about as bright," Severus said in a teasing tone. The tiger sprang to her hind legs and batted her paws at him, playfully, with a mighty roar. Severus chuckled. "Actually, she is the smartest money could buy for her young age," Severus said with a small smile. "The Dark—I mean, your father, bought her for you for your birthday. He told me he would have a special guest attending, and that this tiger was to be given to him as a birthday present... Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined he meant it was his son... Tell me boy, do you know how you were mistaken as the son of a Mudblood?" Severus asked. He seemed extremely nice to Harry...I mean Sean, since Voldemort left.

"I believe that James and my father got into a fight, and James swore that he would never talk to him again. When father found out that James had married Lily Potter, and they just had a son, he was furious. So he tried to kill the whole lot of us. But, of course, that didn't work, yadda yadda, he gets a letter through time mail stating that I am Sean James Riddle and I am his son... From what he tells me at least," Sean explains. Severus nodded.

"Very well. I assume you two can catch him up on the daily activities of the elder campers?" Severus asked.

"Of course Professor," they said in unison. Severus nodded and turned around. "I will return when I have sorted out all of the sniveling creatures that I must deal with year after year... Parkinson, Zabini, you will occupy the two rooms on the other side of Mr. Riddle's room, understood?" they nodded. "Great. Mr. Malfoy will have the room next to you two. Get them introduced," and he was gone.

Sean looked warily at the tiger. She purred and rolled on her back, rubbing her head against the floor. She was trying to tell him she was harmless. Sean approached her cautiously and petted her stomach, she purred louder. He smiled and began petting her allover, laughing. The Siberian Tiger was his favorite animal ever. How Voldemort knew that, he did not want to know...

"So... Sean," Blaise says uncomfortably. Sean looks up and blushes.

"Sorry, I adore these animals, never seen one before." The two Slytherin's smiled.

"Tut tut... We need to do something about that hair, Mr. Riddle," Pansy said in a good impression of McGonagall. Sean smiled and nodded.

"What every you think, Pansy... Though let it be noted that I am not attracted to girls, so don't try to go on about 'but that's how girls like it!' I absolutely HATE it when people do that. I don't give a shit if a girl thinks that short hair is hot. Most of the gay men I've ever met like long hair tied back like Malfoy's," Sean said with a snigger.

"Making fun of my father now, Potter?" sneered an all too familiar voice from the door way. "What are you doing here and WHY are you in this room, this was once the room of the Dark Lord, did you know that? No, I didn't think you did. Pathetic half-blood anyway."

"Better watch what you say, fucker," Blaise said with a smile. "He ain't no Evans, man. He's His son. James Potter and Him got it on, and created wittle Sean James Riddle here, ain't that right Sean?" He asked coyly. Sean smiled evilly and nodded slightly.

"That is right Mr. Zabini," he said shortly. Draco looked him up and down, back and front, from either side.

"I believe it," he said finally. "Father told me that He found that He had a Son. I was told that His Son was going to be here, too. And why would Harry Potter be in an all Pureblood Wizarding camp? So yeah, I believe it." Draco stepped in front of Harry, holding out his hand. "I asked you once Potter, and you threw it in my face, but I'm willing to start over. Friends?" he asked. Sean looked at him for a second, then took Draco's hand.

"Friends."

"Now about that Makeover, Harry," Pansy said with an evil glint in her eye.

"MAKEOVER! You just said my hair!" he exclaimed.

"Nonsense. I said makeover." And that was that. Miss Parkinson ALWAYS got her way.

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A/N: Should I continue?