Alia: Okay. I'm here again with a remark. Spring Break is coming up soon but I won't be updating till the end of it so no updates for a week or two. I'm sending my baby (my Dell) off because it's been overheating for months. That means that it'll be gone for a while. I'll update when I can but don't expect it anytime soon. The next few chapters will be really hard on me.

Here are some reviews from both chpt 1 and 2. I didn't do them last time because I forgot.

Melissa Jooty: Do you know that you are honestly becoming my favorite reviewer! I mean really. The box isn't such a bad idea but something else has come up. As for the cure...hell I needed a reason for Remus to go out there. And yes Remus can be a real...well nevermind. I picked France cause I didn't want them to go too far away. Someone even suggested Romania to me so that Julian could speak to dragons...And you like the protective kid issue, huh? I gave my own little element to Julian. Because I wouldn't think twice about taking someone out for my mom. We're real close.

aikidobrat: I still appreciate you, old buddy, old pal...and so does everyone else because these would probably be going out a whole lot slower.

Hana-Heart: You're happy I've started. So am I. Thanks.

Bianca: I can't give up on this story even if I tried. It's my baby now. Although that hasn't stopped me from other ideas popping up. Damn plotbunnies.

lavondyss21: Yes, I've updated again...and I promise I'll work on WDCA, but that chapter is going to take organization and I'm lazy.

arnyekmester: Thanks!

Nimohtar: A happy ending...well, I can certainly say there will be one...getting there...

noctu: You know I didn't catch it until it was too late. I have shamed my house with that...(hides Slytherin shirt)

abraxis: Remus is a bit blind to people's faults to me. He doesn't think that Harry would be capable of pulling something like that. It seems to me that he ignores a great bit of Sirius's faults too. Of course I may have read too many stories like that but it's true to me.

Sarahamanda: You'll see. Read on McDuff!

Now this was going to be the original starting point but it was not to be. The story was going to go to hell but with help (Trax Knight, fantasyafterdark) that is not going to be. Of course you'll probably be pissed that they helped me in the right direction soon but till then say thanks.

TITLE: Second Chances -Because of Danger

AUTHOR: Alia

STATUS/PART: 3

SEQUEL: Raven's Gift

RATING:R (and for good reason)

PAIRING: Severus Snape / Harry Potter

SPOILERS: Um…OotP

WARNINGS: slash, mpreg, language

DISCLAIMER: I do not in anyway or fashion own HP or anything else. I'm making no money from this.

SUMMARY: The characters of HP and Raven's Gift learn that some things won't stay buried.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This wasn't going to be part three originally but I decided to get my shit straight.

Second Chances -Because of Danger

Anyone who would have looked across the landscape around Hogwarts, near the Forbidden Forest in particular, would have noticed the unusual sight of a creature that left the forest with a ungraceful movement. The centaurs, who could always be found in odd places in the forest, could not help but notice the human child make his way toward the castle.

Julian walked almost zombie like through the snow toward the dark shadow of Hogwarts looming in the night. There were lights coming from the windows making everything even more surreal than they seemed to the 13-year-old boy. Just moments before he came into view, Julian had parted from the shadows as if he'd been part of it.

If anyone had seen the child, they would have been stunned at the condition he was in. His robes were in tatters; the right side of his face was covered with blood, his left cheek swollen. The boy was walking slowly and with a limp, which was strange since he wore only thin socks. However, the most frightening thing about the boy was the haunted brown eyes that simply stared ahead. As if the body's owner was away.

The dark haired boy stumbled over a stick and a sob escaped his throat as he made his way back to his feet. The pain in his broken arm and the rest of his beaten body felt excruciating to one so young. With his good hand, he wiped away the stray tears. The fall to his knees managed to knock some sense back into his dazed mind.

He looked around finally realizing where he was and also remembering why he was there. Julian started shaking and sobs erupted painfully from the boy's throat. "Papa..." He fell to his knees and began to cry, overwhelmed at the happenings of the last two days. It wasn't suppose to be like this, right? He and his father hadn't been living a happily ever after, but why did this have to happen?

It took some time before Julian could gather his senses enough to stand back up. He knew what he had to do. The young man had to get help for his father. The man had gone through hell to get Julian away from those bastards that had taken them. Julian was lucky he'd managed not to get himself killed walking in a daze through the Forbidden Forest for Merlin's sake.

Julian took a deep breath and began walking at a determined pace toward Hogwarts. He may not be a Gryffindor, but that didn't mean he didn't have the courage or the strength to do what he had to. Ignoring the limp and his near bare feet, Julian hurried toward the castle.

The boy knew he didn't have too much time so he began to run as much as he was able with his sore body. The... men...who'd taken him and his father from their temporary home would be furious when they learned that he was gone. He shivered but kept his pace when he thought of why they'd been abducted.

Seeing the entranceway, Julian gave a short cry of relief and moved faster, grimacing at the pain in his legs and arms. He wasn't sure of what time it was but he knew that there was one place he'd find someone in Hogwarts. The young boy rushed toward the Great Hall moving even faster than he had before completely ignoring the pain that should have nearly blinded him.

Finally nearing the hall, Julian gave a loud shout to gain the attention of the few students scattered at the doors of the Great Hall. The moment they got a clear look of him, two of the girls in the group screamed.

Harry Potter watched the students of Hogwarts eat their dinners as he listened to Spout giving him a funny retelling of what happened in her sixth year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff class. Pomona sat on his right. He glanced to his left where Albus Dumbledore sat. The older man had forgiven Harry for his foolish actions concerning Julian the year prior. Dumbledore believed that he himself could be faulted for the situation.

Minerva had pointed out to Albus after she'd finally gotten the entire story that the old man was also just as much to fault though not responsible for Severus and Julian running.

Flashback (Before Harry found out)

Minerva looked at Albus stunned. "Do you mean to tell me...that Severus is alive?" Albus nodded as he shifted in his chair. Both sat at a small table by the fire and had been chatting over tea for some time. Albus had wanted Minerva to know what had happened but knew the woman well enough to have a calm atmosphere for this tale.

McGonagal sat in her chair tensed and staring at the fire. Albus glanced at her nervously. Minerva took a deep breath and Albus took one as well. "Are you also telling me that Julian Esan is not only Severus's son, but that Severus is Raven Esan?" Albus again nodded.

Closing her eyes and trying to calm down, Minerva managed to croak out, "And that Harry is Julian's father because of a bad coincidence involving both Harry and Severus wearing glamours?" Albus nodded for a third time. "But you are also telling me that Harry didn't know that he had a son and that Severus, who was Raven, didn't know that Harry was Xanthus Zephyrn?"

Albus coughed. "Yes."

Minerva looked at Albus for the first time. "So all of this is understandable. No one knew who the parents actually were." She took this time to glare at Dumbledore who blinked at her surprised. "This is your fault."

Albus sputtered and coughed as his tea tried to go another direction. "MY fault? Good gracious, what do you mean by that?"

She frowned. "Don't you give me that innocent look, Albus Dumbledore! You shouldn't have told Harry about Julian yet."

Dumbledore disagreed, "Harry had a right to know, Minerva."

Minerva snorted. "So soon? When you had no real confirmation that Julian was Harry's son."

"Minerva, the boy's potion-,"

"Could have been wrong! Despite the fact that the boy's father is a potions master. Everyone makes mistakes."

Dumbledore continued to fight his case. "The expression on his face. He and Matthew knew that the potion was correct."

Minerva gave an exasperated sigh. "That may be true but you needed more evidence than that Albus. The potion could have actually been incorrect and Julian panicked."

"He was a very distraught child Minerva. At the time I believed it was because his father had lied to him about who his parents actually were. He fought the idea of Harry being his father every step of the way."

She shook her head at him. "You should have contacted his father -Esan-I mean Severus first. He would have explained why the potion was or might have been incorrect, and also explained why Harry was not Julian's father. You also should have asked Julian who he thought his father was. Things should have been kept quiet for a bit longer until you had better motives for alerting Mr. Potter of the situation."

She gave a long sigh. "But things have turned out for the best, I suppose."

Albus smiled at her wearily. "Indeed my dear. They have."

End Flashback

Of course, things didn't work out for the best because Harry had forgotten that Julian and Matt were coming by to visit him. The boys had overheard his heated discussion with Ron and Hermione. He smiled and nodded as Sprout continued her story.

Harry and Severus had been to blame for the 'running' situation. The young man now looked back at his perspective of the situation with shame. True, he didn't understand why Raven's identity had been kept secret when he'd admitted his own part as Julian's father but the way he'd handled it... /I was an idiot./

He'd accepted the fact a long time ago that everyone was to blame just a little for Sirius's death, including Sirius himself. He had no right to fully blame Snape even after all this time. He also gained a little more insight about his time as a student in Hogwarts. Every year, Snape had done something to either help him or save his life, despite his former perspective on the situation. Snape may not have liked him but he totally doubted the older man had hated him. The older man's actions were mostly done to keep his position with Voldemort. With Voldemort being skilled at Legilimency, he could have taken any thoughts that weren't hostile against Harry badly.

Harry took a bite of his food as Pomona turned to speak to Vector. He continued his contemplating. If he thought about it, the buried feelings he'd had for Snape as well as the shock of being a father had only fueled the situation. Not only was the man that he...cared deeply for alive, but had given birth and raised Harry's son. He hadn't known how to take it. During the war, he'd learned that when you were overwhelmed it was sometimes better to concentrate on one thing or emotion. Against Voldemort, it had been anger, hatred, and the Dark Lord's destruction. When it came to Severus, it was built on false emotions, old issues, anger and shock. Harry hadn't really been able to think straight but he would never use that as a defense for his actions.

When he contemplated what Albus had yelled at him, he had gone and spoken to the older man after a few days. Harry had explained to Albus just what he had realized and the old man merely nodded in sympathy. There had been one thing he still had a problem with. Why didn't Severus tell him who he was?

Albus had replied, "I asked him that as well. I was told that Severus Snape had died in that war. A boy with a horrible childhood, no real friends to speak of, and a man that had spent most of his life making up for a decision, a mistake, that would mar his future. Raven Esan is who he is now. He didn't think that telling you who he once was, telling you about a dead man, was important."

But it was far too late for that understanding to come. Harry would never really know Severus Snape or Raven Esan. And he would probably never know his son. They had not wanted him in their lives so whatever plan for a search he had planned he cancelled. The ministry had not yet been notified and to this day, never would be. There were times however that Harry wished for a second chance with his son or the man he...loved. No matter what the reason for it might be.

He took a deep breath. Dumbledore looked at him questioningly but Harry shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. The Headmaster already knew that he was worried.

Harry looked at the Gryffindor table where Matthew Lyrin sat with the other students picking at his food. The boy had come into the Great Hall twenty minutes earlier worried sick about the day's events. Not that Harry wasn't. He was just a bit terrified as well.

During Binn's class today, a bloody phoenix had appeared in the room in a great fire. Along with him was an unconscious and nude Remus Lupin. Remus had been missing for days after telling Harry and Poppy that he may have found some help. They'd lost contact afterward but apparently, he'd been with Snape.

The werewolf had been beaten and Ignis as well for some reason. It had obviously taken time for the phoenix to gain enough energy to bring them both to Hogwarts. Two days by the guesses of Hagrid and Poppy.

Matt himself had carried the bird to Hagrid while Poppy saw to a comatose Remus. The boy had been rightfully frightened that something had happened to his friend. Dumbledore had politely asked Matt to try contacting Julian. The boy had given the Headmaster a distrustful look before gathering Wong, Prain, and two of Julian's friends in Slytherin.

The boy was rather paranoid but Harry understood. He told the Headmaster calmly that he would know if he or Potter tried to hunt down his best friend and his father. Albus had agreed though the old man had tried a tracking spell on the bird anyway. Lyrin had apparently known better. The Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and Lyrin himself had cast a powerful anti-tracking spell on the owl and the letter. He trusted few and none of them.

Matt had apparently gotten no answer if the sick look on the boy's face was any indication. A note had appeared by the Headmaster moments ago. He read it quickly. Softly enough for only Harry and Minerva to hear, he whispered, "Mr. Lyrin has gotten no reply. He also says that his father apparated to Raven and Julian's home and found it ransacked."

Harry tried to hold back the spike of panic that brought. For a few long moments he thought of nothing until a shout and two screams brought the teachers' attentions to the front of the hall.

Clara, one of Julian's friends, was hauling a young man who'd looked like he'd seen better days into the Great Hall. The boy's socks were as tattered as his robes. He obviously should not have been outside in the snow though there were indications that he had. The boy walked with an obvious limp and more than likely needed medical attention. The Headmaster stood and no sooner had he called Clara's name above all the noise that had suddenly arose in the Hall, the girl cried out, "Matthew!"

The boy's eyes had been on the figure when he gasped. "JULIAN!" Harry found himself jumping over the Head table and rushing down toward the students. Matt had beaten him there, and Harry found himself being followed by Atticus, Xiaoming, and Dillon. Clara had lowered Julian to the ground and was kneeling beside him. Matt skidded to a stop and knelt by her. Harry joined them.

The other three students, along with Dumbledore, stood over Harry, Matt, and Clara but as a group all of them gasped when they saw Julian's face. The boy had been struck with a great force, if the large bruise on the side of his face was any indication. The blood there also startled them. Harry dug a handkerchief from his pocket to clean and stop the blood flow as Albus questioned Clara. The other teachers were quickly clearing the Great Hall.

Pomfrey rushed toward them. "Headmaster, is he alright?" The older man merely directed her to Harry for questions as he turned back to Clara. "What happened child?"

Clara took a deep breath. "I was coming into the Great Hall when I was stopped by one of the Ravenclaw boys that had wanted to talk to me. I had just finished my conversation with him when we heard a shout. We and a few older students turned and saw Julian rushing toward us. He couldn't really run because he was limping so badly."

Poppy interrupted. "He has a broken ankle Headmaster. It looks as if it were caused by a boot if the imprint is anything to go by."

Clara frowned but continued with, "He caused two of the older girls to scream when they saw him. After a moment, his energy seemed to give and he passed out. I was close enough to catch him."

Albus nodded and returned his gaze to Pomfrey. She shook her head and conjured up a stretcher. "It looks as if the boy has had a sound beating. The only good point is that the blood isn't his but that has me worried as well."

Dumbledore nodded, "Best hurry him to the infirmary Poppy. Please alert us when he is awake."

She nodded and hurried off to her domain. Dumbledore turned to Julian's friends. Matt and Clara stood up front backed by Dillon, Atticus, and Xiaoming.

Matt looked at the older man for a long moment before saying, "Can we see him in the morning?" He wasn't foolish enough to think that the Headmaster would say yes to them staying with Julian right now when no one had any idea of what is going on.

Dumbledore nodded, pleased at the strong show of friendship, and intelligence. "You all should head to bed. You can see Mr. Esan tomorrow before classes." Matt nodded and walked away with the others following. Atticus halted for a moment at the doors of the Great Hall to give Dumbledore and Potter assessing looks before he walked out of the room.

Albus turned to Harry to make sure the younger man was alright. There was a dark fury in his eyes that Albus hadn't seen since the battle with Voldemort. "Who did this? No one else knew but you, Minerva, Hermione, Ron, and me. Matt and his family are probably the only others."

Albus shook his head. "Harry, my boy, have you thought that it may have nothing to do with you?"

Green eyes stared at him. "I haven't been having the best of luck lately Professor."

Dumbledore nodded. He said, "Come, Harry. Lets go check on Julian."

For a moment, Harry could have sworn the old man was about to say 'your son'.

Harry and Albus were both in for a long stay in the infirmary. Both men had gotten a chessboard to play with (not that it mattered because Harry lost within five moves of the game) or books to read after Madam Pomfrey told them that Julian wouldn't wake till tomorrow night. The child was suffering from dehydration, slight frostbite, starvation, as well as his other injuries.

Harry could not sleep at all when Pomfrey managed to determine whose blood was on Julian's face. "It was his father's. Mr. Esan, if I'm right." Dumbledore had taken to his seat slowly while Harry had dropped back into the one beside Julian's bed.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry decided that he'd had enough of Quidditch. However, just as he placed the magazine aside, he jumped startled by the screaming, wide-eyed boy on the bed. "PAPA! NO, PAPA!"

Poppy came rushing from her office with a calming potion though surprised that Julian was awake after having taken the sleeping potion. After getting down his throat, though she hated using force, she smiled as the frightened child began to calm.

Julian didn't bother to hide the tears rolling down his cheeks, and he apparently didn't care that it was Harry Potter rocking him back and forth, trying to calm him down. Julian welcomed any kind of comfort at that moment.

Dumbledore watched the two of them. Harry would be a good father and there had always been more than a simple reason for Albus wanting Julian's fathers to get along. He shook his head, vowing to think on that matter later.

"Julian," whispered Albus. Harry's chest constricted when Julian looked up from his chest. The young man gave him a look that contained no solitary emotion, though it was a mixture of shock, anger, and fear. Harry hoped that it wasn't directed specifically at him. The brown eyes turned to Dumbledore.

"Julian," asked Albus, "What are you doing here? Where is your father, child?" A few more tears rolled down from his sad eyes before he buried his face back into Harry's chest. Harry wouldn't say just how annoying it was when emotions collided. It was confusing to be so happy that Julian was accepting his comfort and so worried about the boy and his father's safety.

A hiccup came from Julian's throat as he tried to stop crying. "I don't know. I don't know, where he is. I don't even really remember how he got me out." Harry ran a hand through the black locks, telling Julian to take his time.

"What happened Julian?"

Julian took a deep breath and started his story. "There were these three men. They were talking about…something. I couldn't hear. I thought I heard them say they wanted Papa but it was so muffled. One was sitting on some type of throne and there were two others with blond hair. The one on the throne kept smiling at me and papa." He was quiet for a moment when he said. "He...the moment I saw him something told me that Papa and I were in danger. He had red eyes."

TBC

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