Chapter 1,2,3 have been combined to form chapter 1, they were to small to be separate chapters.

Chapter 2

Ryan walked straight to Draco, a smirk was well planted on his face. He walked with a confidence that made Ron trip over the hem of his robe. He could hear Hermione and Ginny giggling together as they watched him. He knew he was much more handsome now but was still a bit surprise by the hormonal girls. He stopped seldom in front of Draco and the older boy responded with a short nod.

"Draco, plain and simple, I am not allied to the Dark Lord and shall need to know where you loyalties lie before another word is spoken." Draco was watching the teen before him, he was of a beauty he had never seen before. The emerald green eyes were neutral but Draco sensed the air was filled with thoughts, the boy before him was deciding what to let slip and what to keep secret.

"They lie with no one but myself and my belief, though I, Ryan Snape, declare at this moment that I am against anyone or anything that represents the Dark Lord" This was concluded with a hand shake between the young men. The Weasleys were eying them suspiciously but otherwise stayed quiet. Neither Hermione or Ginny noticed the exchange due to the fact that they were still drooling over Ryan.

"Very well, would you care to join in a game of chess, as their is nothing much to do before lunch?" Draco's word were so polite that Fred'n'George gasped. "I would also like to discuss some potions with you, that is if you share the same interest as your father."

"Of course, though I am much less advance. I am quiet capable of holding a discussion on the matter. I also have many opinions of my own and theories about different type of ingredient reactions." Ryan thanked silently his father for his intense potion tutoring, he was now genuinely good and more advance than a 6 year should.

They entered the house and Ryan looked around a bit. Everything seemed to be cahotic Just as I remembered. He sat down in front of Draco in the most menacing posture he could while sitting down. They were on the floor in front of a small table with a magnificent chess set. The pieces were talking quietly between each other, one side was golden, the other was silver. It was too luxurious for the rest of the shabby living room

An old orange couch with more patches then possible was spreed in front of a dirty fire place. In a corner stood a fluffy chair used to read and many chairs were in different place of the room. The carpet was olive green and seemed out of place, the orange furniture made it look sick. The chess set seemed to be shinning in the shabby house.

"Yours?" Draco nodded at the question. He had stolen his Grigngott key and had opened another vault to transfer his money. He had also brought his chess set with him as he had always thought it was lovely more than anything he had witness in his life. Before today. He mused but stayed comfortably quiet.

Soon everyone was in the living room doing something or another. Both chess player new most of them were watching every move and word they would say. They felt like ticking bombs, people were anxiously waiting for the explosion. It never came, they did small talk about Quidditch, the houses and classes. Ryan stating clearly and loudly that he would be a Slytherin. No one had doubted that but Ryan liked to see the disgusted look on Ron. He had never realized how much he despised the boy.

"Ryan?" Severus called out from the kitchen before stepping into the room. He handed him a potion, Yeah I wouldn't want to throw up! He drowned it and handed it back to his father who returned to the kitchen.

"What was that?" Ron asked in a suspicious tone. Draco raised an eyebrow at the Gryffindor but stayed quiet.

"Nothing that would be of importance to you" Ryan's eyes were penetrating through Ron's and it was only a question of time before the boy imploded.

"You good for nothing SLYTHERIN! You come here and you show off how smart and better you are cause your SNAPE'S SON well you know what! My best friend is HARRY POTTER, oh yes you heard me HARRY POTTER, THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED!" Ron's face was as red as his hair, Ryan raised a questioning eyebrow at Draco who smirked in response. He turned to face the redhead and talked with a low cold voice that could freeze your blood in place.

"That's why he's your best friend isn't he? A savior, hmm some great publicity for you isn't it? Oh but did he even right to you? Did he realize how dumb you were and that your just using him? That would be bad for you, no one would care about you without him around." Draco was chuckling.

"You know in first year, he should of accepted my friendship, he didn't know what he was getting himself into, poor fellow having to endure YOU of all people" Draco's voice was sweet and threatening. Draco's expression was neutral but you could see his amusement through his eyes. "If only he had known that I was warning him of, but he thought I was being arrogant."

"How dare you! You're in my house! You Death Eater wannabe! Yes he did write to me!" The lie was so obvious that Ryan and Draco completely ignored him and continued playing. the rest of the rooms occupant, Ginny, Hermione, Fred'n'George, were too stunned at the whole event to even talk. Ron was pissed and left the room. Harry had not written, he had even forgotten Harry existed until tonight... but he didn't feel guilty.

Every one was sitting at the dinning table. Ryan was in between his father and Draco, he was grateful for that, as he certainly did not want to be sitting beside Ron. The food was served and small talk was exchange. All the noise was making Ryan's head hurt but he didn't complain, he was too busy observing. Ron was looking longingly at Hermione, who was staring longingly at him, beside her was Ginny doing the same thing. Fred'n'George were laughing at Ron's not to discrete stare. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were questioning his father on the upcoming year. Draco was staying quiet and seemed to be observing just as he was. He leaned close to Draco,

"Look" Ryan whispered, he got a curious look in response.

"My dear lady, Hermione? Is that it?" The girl nodded dumbly. "You've been staring at me for the past half an hour and I was wondering if I had something on my face?" Hermione blushed feverishly and shook her head. Ron's hand clutched into fists and he stood up.

"You come here and act like your oh so smart and you're stealing HERMIONE FROM ME!" Ron yelled.

"Didn't know she was yours?" Draco's voice was cruelly sweat.

"I'm not!" Hermione got up and starting to walk to the stairs, she suddenly spun around and shouted "And NEVER WILL" before climbing up the stairs.

"Such a nice woman, it's sad you just don't know how to go about? I'm sure she'll find someone better who will know how to treat a woman. I could show you but, she'd fall in love with me and you wouldn't want that would you?" Ron's face was so red it seemed about to burst. "I give you three days after that, I promise she will never even look at you, well I'm not even sure if she does... She seems to have taste, she's disgusted with you." Molly was sympathizing with her son but Ryan was right, he was mean and cruel with Hermione. He acted like she was just a thing and that she was his property. Hermione was in fact disgusted by Ron, she had told her herself.

"You bastard..." Ron was cut by Ryan.

"Pardon me but my father is sitting at this table, which would mean I can not be a bastard, please insulting me with truths at the wvry least..." Ron was even redder, Draco smirked Snape Jr's act was perfect. Ron stormed from the room yelling for Hermione.

Ryan and Draco were sitting in their shared room. They had just come in and Ryan was still unpacking as they were staying for 2 days, Severus would be absent often and didn't want Ryan to feel alone. His father had told him that he might like Draco's companionship. Ryan was surprise he really did enjoy it.

The room they were in was small. It had two twin beds that were so close together it formed a double sized bed. They had little if not any room to walk around and 2 wardrobes were against the right wall. The whole room was in a light crystal blue. The bed sheets were a bright shinny red. Don't they have any sense of color at all?

"This room sucks." Draco nodded in agreement, he had always thought it did but couldn't say it out loud in fear that he would return to the Malfoys.

"I know but I guess it's better than nothing" Draco sat on his bed. "How is life with your father, honestly I didn't know he had a son"

"Honestly, I didn't know I had a father too" Ryan followed Draco and sat on the bed " Your different, I mean, your different from when you're with them" Ryan pointed at the door. "I was wondering why?"

"Your different too, why do you think?" Draco raised a questioning eyebrow, he waited quietly for Ryan to respond.

"I don't know, it would feel wrong with you, I can't explain, I have to urge to be myself, it's disturbing" Draco nodded, he felt the exact same way. "Why are you here, what happened with your family?"

"I do not support him, my father does" Ryan knew that but nodded anyways " I told him I wouldn't get the mark, so here I am" Draco's eyes were dull, he hadn't said half of the things that had happened, but it was good enough for Ryan. They had just met, it felt right but they did not trust each other yet. "You? Well how did you not know you were his son."

"It's complicated, he had an affair with a woman, she disappeared bringing me with her, got herself killed. Dumbledore found out of my ware abouts and he came to fetch me. Not that my 'other' family is going to miss me anyways, we never liked each other." That WAS the understatement of the year, Draco could sense it in the other boys voice but stayed quiet, in time they would be able to open up, or not.

They looked at the wall each boy deep in thoughts, the atmosphere was calm and soothing. Flame curled her body more tightly around her masters wrist to get his attention. Ryan looked down at the beautiful creature and half smile. Hey Flames, you alright? (I'm okay but this fellow beside you is not) What are you talking about (While I was wondering he was doing things, things that let me think he was unwell) Like what? (that is up to you to find out, he is an important young man, or will soon be to you, do not let his cold mask fool you) I won't,I knew he wasn't going great but I thought it might be because of Ron and well what happened before he came here, I'm pretty sure it's more about the later, being a Death Eater's son and all. (yes, yes, you are very logical Ryan, but what happened I do not know) I guess it's up to me to find out. Do you know where Wind is hiding /not very far, do not worry/ Ryan glanced over at Draco, the boys eyes held terror he had never seen before in those silvery orbs, they held anger, desperation, loneliness, frustration and something Ryan could not get, it was also in his own eyes. Our eyes are too similar, the colors are so different but they look a like /The emotions.../ the what...? Wind? The Griffin did not answer.

All the while Draco was having his internal fight, the ones Ryan had so much before his two familiars plague his thoughts. He knew they helped a lot, Draco didn't have them. He was alone in his mind and on this earth. He could fit nowhere, not with the other Slytherins they supported the dark lord with all their being, the Gryffindors were just too... innocent , but Ryan he seemed to be, like him, lost and alone. He could fit no where just like him. the only person that could fit, like them, was Severus but he was an adult and it made all the difference. He learned to cop with the differences and even endure a few Gryffindors, like Dumbledore.

"Draco" Ryan pulled the boy out of his thoughts. "We should sleep"

"Yeah we should" Draco got undressed, his muscular frame showing brightly in the sombre room. His silk boxer were perfectly tight around his firm round butt. He got under the covers to realize Ryan was already in bed undressed. They whispered goodnight to each other and Ryan turned out the lights wandlessely but Draco was too tired to even realize...

"Ginny can you believe it!"Ginny was shaking her head in despair. "He's , he's interested in Hermione"

"No I can't, why are guys never interested in me, I couldn't get Harry to notice me and I can't get him to notice me either, Hermione... I'm way prettier" Ginny was waving her hands in the air in frustration.

"What he says, huh she's not disgusted by me, okay she was a bit angry earlier but that will pass."

"Is a boy ever going to be interested in me?"

"It's all that guy's fault, RYAN"

"Do I look to young? I don't dress sexy enough?"

"Of course not"

"Yeah I guess so" She turned around to look at herself in the mirror.

"It's Snapes fault for having a son!" Ginny brought her attention back on her brother, even if it had been half there the whole time,

"Ah of course every girl needs time alone before love can blossom, patience is the key" Ron mused.

"Oh your so right, after being alone for a while, indifferent, attractiveness raises! Thanks Ron your such a good listener."

"You too Ginny, now go to your room and sleep." Brother and Sister slept with a smile, even if they hadn't really talked to each other at all...

Ryan was up before every body else. He lay awake in the uncomfortable bed. He felt strange. Since he had been here he felt some sort of calming magic around him. He hadn't even had a date with his beloved yet. That was abnormal for him so he took out his wonderful carved dagger and hid it between his thigh and his pajama pants.

He tiptoed into the bathroom. It was a sick turquoise, a brown shower stood in a corner and a brown bath in the adjacent corner. In the middle stood an old light dirt sink with an oval mirror. Both seemed to be from another century. Ryan sneered in disgust before locking the door behind him. He sat on a fury turquoise carpet and stared at his scared arm.

Today he had no reason to cut. Well he hadn't had a reason a few days ago either. He held on the idea that he needed it because he deserved it, he was a piece of dirt. He needed to be in control, to decide. He was tired of people always deciding for him, now he was Ryan. He was his own self that no one could control, except him! Everybody is using me, at least now I'm in control, I can die. He cut so deeply into his arm he couldn't take the dagger out without pulling with all his force. It was never as painful, he usually only cut in surface but it felt great. He was in total control, he could let all his blood leave him and die or he could stop it. He watched for a few second but soon his head was dizzy. He slowly cast a healing spell and the wound faded. Or I can live. It left a big gash but Ryan could not care less.

Ryan lay motionless on his back, the world was coming back slowly to him. Blood was all over him, he didn't remember ever spilling as much. Even less from no provocation at all. He had just wanted to be in control. In control, too bad I hand't been... His mind closed off and forgot those train of thought, as he had promise himself to. It's not because of it. He didn't convince himself...He felt nudging at his mind but ignored it, Flame and Wind were calling in panic. Everything was different than it used to be. It's like if I was in a parallel universe. Flames and Wind are my imaginary friends in another world. Ryan laughed dumbly, he new it wasn't true but it brought his mood up a bit.

His thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door….

He cleaned everything up so quickly it felt like a blur to him. He mumbled an explanation for taking so long and left. Mr. Weasley watched him curiously but said nothing. He thought the boy was odd but being Snape's son made him odd to start with. He inspected the bathroom, he did that often as he was proud of the decoration. He had designed the whole house himself, in muggle fashion…

Draco's eyes opened to be closed with a moan. The light was shinning brightly from the window into his sensible eyes. He did not oversleep often but sometime it felt just good to replenish his energy source. He had wanted to catch up on his sleep lost for days but had failed. He got up in a good mood, his mood got even brighter when he noticed Ryan's shirt neatly placed on the bed. Ryan was not exactly a friend but he was of better company than the rest of the house hold reunited. Draco didn't remember the last time he felt so free but it hit him HARD.

FLASHBACK

5 year old Draco was looking outside the window. He never got to go outside, because his father thought playing 'with nature' was a waste of time. The blond littlun thought otherwise. He hadn't felt cold wind on his skin for years. He heard footsteps and quickly got to work.

His father opened his bedroom door gracefully. Draco wondered how the man did but it didn't matter all that much. He just wished the older man would let him play instead of work all day, every single day.

"I'm leaving for the day, behave" Lucius did notwait for an answer and left.

Draco was ecstatic, he could go outside, run, play with the animals and laugh. The pale little boy ran outdoors. The sun felt hot on his white skin and he smiled. He stayed outside to his heart's content, playing with animals that passed by or laying down in the sun. Hours had passed but the little boy was so lost in happiness he did not notice, until…

A strong hand grabbed him by the collar and threw him violently on the floor. "Why are you outside?" the voice was so menacing and angry that Draco began to shake violently. "You weak little piece of scrum"

Lucius took his son inside and threw him on the ground. He kicked at the little boys stomach before leaving the room. He came back with a snow white potion that he force fed his son. The potion was as cold as it looked and it burnt his inside as it went down. Not soon after the pain invade his body.

The pain was so vivid it seemed to be coming from every part of him. His bones were cracking. They were slowly tearing apart. His screamed echoed through the house. His blood was boiling and soon his eyes, nose and mouth were filled with itred syrup. It was hot and salty. The potion was making it's way through the little body. Soon every part of the frail figure was mutilated from inside. Traces of scars could be seen on his arm, one was vicious. His nail had dug in and traced a long and deep line in his skin and flesh.

He cried tears of blood, he did not know what bad he had done. He did not understand, all he knew is that he was punished for being happy, he was never aloud to be happy…

END OF FLASHBACK