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This work will contain : mpreg and people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowling, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Still here?

So, on with the show...

This is the chapter where Harry receives the shock of his life...

Second chapter betaed. Thanks Celtic Cross!

Chapter 2 - Hello Houston?

Harry had so much on his mind that he was walking like a Muggle robot and didn't register the direction they had taken until he found himself in his potion master's study.

As they were waiting a black blur, which was revealed to be a black cat once it had stopped moving, entered the room. Blaise shrieked excitedly before completely transforming into a cat and running to greet it.

The two cats were playing with each other, coiling around themselves, exchanging fake hits, and trying to pin the other on the floor. Harry was watching, mesmerized. He felt a twinge of envy as he watched the mewling duo pursuing each other around the room, jumping on the furniture.

The peace of the moment was broken when the door of the office opened and closed. The cats had disappeared into the next room, leaving Harry alone to face Snape, who raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"So, Potter," he began, "Is your sense of direction suddenly lacking? I thought the potion lessons were given in the classroom."

There was an excited mewl, interrupting Snape's rant, and one of the cats did a good impersonation of a black whirlwind as he ran into the room, turning twice around Harry at full speed, purring, before twirling around Snape's ankles, all the while increasing his purring.

"Calm down! Are you trying to make me fall?" Snape inquired.

The cat sat and tilted his head, giving him a sort of feline smirk. Snape sighed "Knowing you, it's more than possible..."

The cat purred louder and stood on his back paws, putting his front ones on Snape's knees.

"Oh, no, you don't! Or I'll pluck all of your hair!" He hadn't even finished his sentence that the cat was already climbing him.

Snape shrugged and walked to his chair, acting as though he didn't mind the cat firmly attached to his chest by his claws. As soon as he was seated, the cat let himself fall into his lap.

"Hey! Watch where you put those paws of yours!" The cat just licked Snape's nose.

Harry blushed.

Snape looked at him. "So, explanations, Potter?"

Harry stayed silent, not knowing what to tell, and more importantly, how to tell it. Blaise's entrance into the office saved him from having to respond as he went and stood near a very embarrassed Harry, put one hand on his shoulder to attract his attention and indicated Snape with his head.

"Well, Potter, meet my father, and well... somebody who could be labeled, for lack of a better term, my father!" he smirked.

Snape frowned and took a breath as if to berate Blaise, but one wave of Blaise's hand made him stay silent.

Harry blinked. When what Blaise had told him had finally sank in, he flopped down on the floor, never realizing he was in his nekojin form.

Blaise's grin widened "See why I brought him here?"

Snape's cat, who had jumped from his lap joined Blaise who was kneeling near Harry. He put a careful paw on Harry's leg. Harry never noticed Blaise kneeling at his side, or Snape locking and warding the door, too occupied he was staring into the cat's golden eyes.

He shook his head, trying to clear it. "You're joking, right? It's just a real cat, there's no way..." his voice, tinged with a little edge of hysteria, suddenly failed him.

The cat just sat here, his head hung, extending and re-sheathing his claws in a nervous gesture reminiscent of a human fidgeting. Blaise went to him, pulling him into the circle of his arms and hugging him tightly. They stayed frozen outside of time, looking into each other's eyes, seemingly conversing in silence.

"Are you sure? Really, really sure?" The cat licked Blaise's hand. He sighed and put him back on the floor in front of Harry.

Harry jumped when he heard Snape's sigh. "You know we have others ways to convince him, don't you?" The cat only seemed to frown at him. Snape's voice was soft as he added "Of course, you'll stubbornly stick to what you decided... So go ahead."

The cat looked at his paws. A few seconds later, on the floor in front of Harry sat James Potter, his arms around his legs drawn to his chest. He kept his eyes downcast, not daring to look at Harry.

Harry who was feeling a little bit hysterical. "You, but... you're dead!" his breath hitched. Blaise and Snape were looking attentively at James, trying to restrain themselves from rushing and hugging him, but they had agreed to let James do things on his own first.

James looked up into Harry's face, winced at what he saw and quickly cast his eyes back down.

Harry hissed and got up, beyond simply angry and more like enraged, so he may not be held entirely responsible for his next words. "How could you! You let her die! It's all your fault!"

James seemed to shrink on himself in front of Harry's rage. His shaking shoulders were the only thing that gave away his tears.

Harry was seething, his hands into twin fists. His eyes were nearly entirely black.

James bravely looked up and extended his hand towards Harry, begging him to calm down enough to listen and more importantly heard him. Harry batted his hand away and shouted "I hate you!"

James was heartbroken. Snape ran to his side and pulled him into his arms. He rubbed his back soothingly and whispered in his ear "Enough. Now we're doing things my way."

When he turned towards Harry his face was set in his fiercest scowl. He tried to keep his voice steady but barely managed it.

"How could you! You're nearly all he had left!"

"He let my mother die! It's as if he killed her himself!" bellowed Harry.

With a little cry, Blaise joined his fathers' embrace, clinging to James.

Snape saw red. He was so furious he could not stopped himself as he disentangled himself from James and Blaise, strode to Harry and slapped him hard enough to sent him sprawling on the floor.

"You have no right to judge him! You don't even know the whole situation! She kept him chained! He had to sleep on the floor and do all the housework! But you don't even want to listen because it would disturb your idea of what a perfect woman your mother was!" Snape bellowed "She treated him like an animal!"

James' body impacting with his own shut him up. He automatically enfolded him in his arms and comforted him, whispering soothing nonsense in his ears. Blaise was standing a few meters away, tears slipping on his cheeks, mumbling a mantra of "Sorry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have bring him here..." over and over.

Snape sighed "I know you both didn't want him to know, but it must be explained."

He turned to Harry who was sitting on the floor, rubbing his red cheek.

"Potter! Go sit at the table!" Harry frowned and hissed but let Blaise dragged him to the table. "Blaise, bring the Veritaserum." Seeing James' tear stained face, he wiped it with his handkerchief and told him gently "It's the only way we're going to convince him to believe us and you know it. Now we're doing things my way." He guided him gently to sit at the table.