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WPB: Hello hello, and welcome to chapter two of Abandoned Kitten. Please forgive me, but I simply couldn't think of a more……..elegant way to fraise the title. But never fear, it will make sense eventually. Also, I'm sorry to have wasted you're time, but I forgot to mention in the first chapter. There will be shonen-ai in this story. It wont be a main theme, but wont be easily ignored. Sorry, but deal with it. Now, on to the fic.

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Dumbledore reclined easily back in his chair, the exact picture of relaxation. Two weeks into summer and not a single move from Voldemort. The wards on 4 privet drive had been reactivated(too much magic was required to keep them up year-round) and he would be expecting a lengthy letter from Molly any day now, likely concerning his eating habits.

As he was lifting his cup of cocoa to his lips, a great shouting match seemed to fill every corner of the room. He looked up, startled, seeing all of the portraits around the room fill with numerous figures, not a one having ever taught in the school.

"Headmaster! Come quick!" shrieked a ½ banshee, half witch.

"It's terrible!" sobbed a woman as her baby cried loudly.

"Never thought it could happen!" exclaimed one he didn't catch sight of. Soon it became nearly impossible to distinguish a single character in the frames.

"Oh hurry!"

"How could this have- -!"

"Just fell straight to the- -!"

"Oh poor Severus!"

At the sound of his potions master's name, Dumbledore quickly cast a Sonorous on his throat, and roared "QUIET! ALL OF YOU! NOW!"

Needless to say they all shut the hell up at his positively livid expression. Once certain that he had their attention, he relaxed a bit, removing the spell. "Now." he said calmly as you please. "What's this about Severus?"

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'Sir? Sir, can you hear me? I'm not sure if this worked but I'll go ahead. I'm not sure if you know me, and I'm certain I don't know you, but my name is……'

Severus Snape groaned as he attempted to sit up, only to be pushed back down by a pair of strong hands. Squinting his eyes against the unnecessarily bright light, he peered up at the hazy, wrinkled face of Hogwarts' Headmaster. "Albus?" he croaked from a dry, itchy throat. "Forgive me the overdone line, but where am I?"

Albus smiled down at him. "Where do you normally find yourself unconscious, Severus?"

The potions master groaned, clenching a fist in irritation. "The Hospital Wing." he groused, turning to the left where he knew the med witch would be hovering. "Good evening, Poppy. How has your day been?"

She huffed, putting her hands on her rather wide hips. "You've a lot of nerve asking that! I was just sitting in my rooms, reflecting on how nice it was to be able to catch up on my reading, when I'm assaulted by nearly every painting in the whole darned castle at once! Thought you'd leapt from the astronomy tower the way that they all carried on!"

Severus smirked slightly. The paintings really had taken an odd liking to him over the years. He turned his head to Albus, ignoring the incessant twinkle in his eyes. "Does anyone want to tell me why I'm here per chance?" he asked, voice dripping with false sweetness.

The man nodded, conjuring up pair of chairs, which he and the healer quickly settled into. "I have my suspicions, but I dare say, Poppy, have you come up with anything?"

She nodded, pulling out a roll of parchment from nowhere, scanning it briefly with her eyes, before turning the mild chocolate orbs on his pale face. "Well Severus, you're not sick. It would appear to be some sort of spell that did this."

"That is impossible." he drawled. "We are the only ones in the castle tonight capable of magic, and there are barriers around the grounds to deflect curses."

Poppy gave him a dirty look. "I would appreciate you're not interrupting me, Severus. Now, as I was saying, someone did in fact cast a spell on you. But not the normal kind. It was apparently a seeker spell. A blood spell."

(A/N: I should end it here. I really should. Am I that mean?…………..Yes, but I'm also into self-preservation. Let's continue this, shall we?)

Severus Snape 's obsidian eyes narrowed dangerously. "Again. Impossible. Only a direct relative could get through the wards. Direct being no farther away then a brother, sister, mother, father, or child. Even an aunt an uncle are too weak."

"Well do you have any direct family?"

"No."

"None at all?"

"No."

"Are you- -?"

"Merlin, Poppy! Trust me, I would know if I had any of any of those! You're spell was wrong, try it again!"

"Humph! I'll have you know, Severus, that my magic is never wrong about this sort of thing!"

"Albus, would yo kindly explain to this woman that I most certainly…."the words died on his lips as he looked at the headmaster. Severus knew that Albus was ancient, well over one hundred, but he rarely thought of the man as old. But that's exactly what he looked like. The twinkle in his eye had diminished, and his silver hair was looking quite grey. "….Albus? What's wrong?"

The man sighed, hunching forward a bit and placing his head in his hands. "Oh dear. I had rather hoped that this would never happen."

Severus' brows rose in realization. "Albus," he hissed. "What did you do?"

He turned his pale blue eyes on him. "I'm sorry, Severus."

Severus forced himself into a sitting position. "Albus. What did you do?"

"Calm down Severus." he leaned back, exhaling hard. "You see, there is…….a secret. Something I swore never to tell you, or anyone for that matter. Nearly sixteen years ago, something…..happened. Something that no one was prepared for. Certainly least of all you."

"Yes……….and?" he growled, clutching the sheets with white knuckles. Damned Albus! Once again hiding things! What the fuck was it this time! Was he not truly a Snape at all? "What was hidden from me?"

"You must understand, Severus. It was a horrible time for it to happen. Only a few people knew at all- -"

"Albus!" he shouted, patience snapping. "Stop bloody beating around the bush and tell me what it is you have done!"

"Very well. I suppose there is only one way to be blunt about this." He looked up at the ceiling, taking a few steadying breathes, before looking the angry Potions Master straight in the eye. "Severus, you have a son."

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White Phoenix Bandit: Ew. Blunt much? Please review, or else Snape is liable to have an aneurism.