Side note from LyknScribe: This is my first HP fic. If I wanted flames I would start a fire,criticism is welcome judgment is not. Feel free to complement me, I love to hear what people think as my friend so eloquently put it, We don't Own Harry Potter, If I did I'd be a hell of a lot richer and well... if they were ours some char would be a little less straight Grin Byes!

Fic Title: My Father My Foe

Ch. A hidden Treasure

Rating: T

Ch.Summery: Draco finds Snape with a photo album about harry….

Pen Name:Lykn Scribe
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Professor Snape sat in his office his eyes diverted from the light that seemed harsh, his onyx eyes held unshed tears.

Tears for her.

Tears for himself

And tears for the past.

Long fingers turned one page after page containing the developmental stages of a young child. One in particular that cought his eye was a moving pictures that depicted Lily Potter holding the raven haired child in her arms. Below the picture in a black inked label were the words, 'Harold James Potter ; Welcome Home.'

"Lily was even more radiant and beautiful while holding that child."

Severus whispered in a soft statement as he admired the picture.

Nearly every picture in the scrapbook was labeled in Lily's precise handwriting. Her flowing scribe came to an abrupt end at the newspaper clipping which read: James and Lily Potter found dead; son only survivor at undisclosed location.

Severus Snape who was renown for not betraying his emotions to anyone could not hide the hurt as he angrily swiped small trails of liquid pain from his eyes.

Turing the page with a clear relutance his own slanted scribe greeted him on the next page. Scrolled across the top of the page: A New Home. Below this placed in a precise method were several pictures of a young Harry Potter, in the cubbard, cooking, his fifth grade graduation, and lastly one of him crying alone..

Another turn of the page brought forth a ivory peace of parchment labeled: Birthdays Uncelebrated. From three years old on each year was marked for every birthday Harry had never celebrated. Snape hardly needed to squint to see the great lump of a boy named Duddly in the background..

If Severus hadn't taught himself the self-control he had, that fat lot of a muggle wouldn't be on the face of the planet.

The next lot of pictures were more familiar, pictures taken by Albus and later on by Minverva. The page was labeled 'Hogwarts' and showed Harry's life Quidditch matches, playing chess with one of the numerous Weaslys, sitting in class and with friends and of course ones from the Tri-Wizard ceremonies.

The next page presented itself with the title 'Loves of Thee'. Severus allowed his tears to ebb away and a small smirk to present itself on his long face. Pictures of a supposed couple, Harry and Hermione, from first to fourth year. These showed the
boy-who-lived and the know-it-all, Ms. Granger. Many believed them to be a couple.
That changed in fifth year. A picture depicted the couple of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter; there was neither a submissive or dominant role in their relationship and that much was evident. Looking at the picture itself, Severus had a hard time trying to pick out who was holding who. It seemed an off kilter relationship, but rarely was. Harry, and for that matter, Draco never seemed as happy as they did when they were in the vicinity of each other.

The next page was a blank one. Severus picked up his raven feathered quill he labeled the page as: Graduation.

Unknown to Professor Snape, Draco Malfoy had been standing in the doorway watching the festitivties and decided to let himself be known by calling out. "Professor?" came his voice as Professor Snape jumped and slammed the book shut; resuminghis normal intimidating posture.

"Blast it Malfoy! What is it? Have you no manners ? Do you not know how to knock?" came Snape's rapid-fire questioning.

"I only wanted to speak with you for the last time in my entire life span, if that's not to much of a burden." said Draco in his normal over dramatic manner.

Snape scoffed and shook his head.

"I should be so lucky"

"It will only be a matter of months before both you and Potter reenter my life, once again"

He said both names as if they were curse words and needed to be noted for their meanings. Draco took his seat with out being asked. Of course, he was a Malfoy, and since when do Malfoys ask for anything? Snape didn't look very pleased, as he leaned on the desk slightly towering over the now sitting Draco.

"Well. boy? What is it? Don't dolly. Out with it, I haven't got all the time to dilly dally like you students who I may add should be studying for NEWTS ."

Draco looked at the at the picture album and for once held his tongue. Snape was clearly
irriatated and took the book quickly but lovingly like a child, and placed it back on the shelf.. He turned to look at Draco very well aware his student was following his actions with attentive gaze.

"Well?"

Snapping out of his thoughts Draco spoke; "Is there any way for Harry and I to further our
relationship?"

Severus Snape normally cool and calm seemed to stand taller and more alert, perhaps more uneasy at the mention of that name.

"I don't know about your relationship,Malfoy. I'd think you'd have enough decent Slythrin sense to have no interest in him. Honestly he is such an insufferable Gryffindor."

Draco would have been normally been defence but this time he smiled. Time to play the hidden card.

"With all do respect, Sir, weren't you involved with a Gryffindor?"

It was time for the Snape to go on the defensive, apparently Draco learned which buttons to push.

"What do you know of this matter?" He snapped.

Draco smiled, a becoming look for the previously known, as the incredible bouncing ferret.

"I know it was Harry's Mum, and you were with her, for a while" came Draco's confident
response.

Serveus dropped his shield for a moment, just a instant, but in that instant a barrage of emotions were very visible to Draco's knowing eyes, saddness, pain, fear- ,no not Professor Snape. Had it been anyone else he wouldn't have hesitated to say it was fear, but...not Snape.

Draco watched looking concerned and in truth worried, something clearly was bothering his instructor, he wondered if Snape would tell him. Before Draco could ask, Snape opened a locked desk draw and drew out a old faded white letter, with a wax seal of a flower, a lily perhaps.

"See that Potter gets this at once it's most urgent."

Was all Snape said as he departed the office, any faster and Draco would have said he was fleeing. On one level or another Draco guessed he was, but from what?

Draco stood tucking the letter into his robe pocket and left to find Harry.