A/N: Back due to popular demand! Here's another chapter for you all!

Harry opened his eyes and rolled over, trying to catch up with his memories. He had been in his mother's room and he had felt a lot of pain. Oh, more changes! Harry pulled himself out of bed and went to his bathroom. The mirror greeted him in a chipper voice and he found that he looked like a mixture of both his parents, or he was starting to, anyway. He saw his mother's eyes, his father's eyebrows and angular shape. He decided that his nose was definitely his mother's, but the jury was still out on his mouth and ears. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. His hair had come from his father. It was black, but it wasn't greasy. He silently thanked his mother for her genes in dealing with hair. He ran a bath and found that Lucky had hit his room while he had been washing up. The house elf had laid out an outfit on his bed. Harry knew better than to argue with the elf. He pulled on his clothes and started for the stairs. He wanted to show his father and grandmother his changes.

He checked his father's lab, the sitting room, the library, and the sunroom. "Lucky!" The house elf popped up and bowed.

"Good morning, Master Harry." The elf said, smiling at Harry.

"Do you know where Gran and my father are?" He asked. Lucky was ecstatic to hear Harry refer to Severus as "my father" and smiled.

"Master Severus and the mistress are out shopping at the moment. They asked me to tell you that they would be back later this afternoon. Would Master Harry care for some breakfast?" Harry nodded and went to the sunroom, his favorite place to eat breakfast. After eating, he returned to his room and sighed. Why would his father be gone the one time he wanted him for something?

"What is wrong, Master Harry?" Lucky asked.

"Nothing, Lucky." Harry answered. Lucky smiled and pointed at Harry's bookshelf. Harry turned and looked behind him.

"I believe that Master Severus left those for you." Lucky gave him a smile. "Do call me if you need anything at all, Master Harry." Harry thanked him and pulled the albums down from the shelf. Ten minutes later found Harry sprawled on the floor, albums in front of him and a contented smile on his face. Minn nosed her way into the room and curled up next to him. Harry turned the page and found a family portrait displayed. Grandfather Snape was busy looking intimidating for the camera. Gran, still able to see at that point, was watching Lily and Severus as the two of them tickled each other. Harry smiled, reached out a finger, and stroked the picture. That was his family. His eyes returned to Grandfather Snape. The man had been there. He was in the portraits downstairs.

Harry gathered his album and left his room and headed towards the portraits. He greeted several of the older relatives and found his grandfather. "Well, if it isn't the young Gryffindor!"

"Hello, Grandfather Snape." The man looked surprised to hear such a title, but nodded in acceptance. "I was wondering if you would tell me something about my mother? I've heard Gran and my father speak of her, and former teachers. What did you think of her?" Grandfather Snape paused and stared off into space.

"You wish to know of Lily?" Harry nodded eagerly. "Lily." The man sighed and sat down in his chair. "Pull up a chair, boy! No need to disturb me with your fidgeting!" Harry smiled and brought over a chair. He sat down and put the album in his lap. Minn settled on his feet and thumped her tail at the moving pictures before putting her head down.

"Your mother was a delight to have. I never had a desire for a daughter until I met her." Harry smiled. "Of course, your grandmother kept her origins from me for a long while, until I had so fallen in love with the girl that even if I had been told that she had come from the lowest Muggle stock I would not have let her leave. It was indeed a shock when I heard she came from Gryffindor. Finding out that she was Muggleborn as well nearly killed me." He paused for a minute.

"I followed Lord Voldemort and served him well, in the early days, before he became the monster that you faced." He saw the surprise on Harry's face. "Oh, yes, I know who you were, Harry Potter. I also knew that there was no way that you could have been the son of James Potter. I, unlike my son, have a head for numbers. Severus never seemed to think it possible. Well, I knew that you were a Snape from the minute I heard of your birth." Harry frowned. "Be proud of who you are, regardless of the last name you carry, Harold Alexander Snape!" Harry jerked at the name.

"What did you call me?" Harry snapped, looking up at the man.

"I see your father's temper in you now." The man came to the edge of the portrait. "I called you your true name, Harold. The one you would have had had you been born a Snape. Your name was picked out long before you were even thought of. How that name came to be is a story to be told by your father. I was never privy to the details." Grandfather Snape returned to his chair.

"Your mother was a wonderful person, that I'm sure you've heard often enough from others who knew her. She was a delight to be around, always fussing over others, polite, almost to a fault, and yet, lively enough to chase away any feelings of darkness and depression. I watched her help my son turn from an awkward adolescent to a confident young man, so confident that he offered his life to Albus Dumbledore. Yes, I forced him to take the Dark Mark. I thought I was doing what was best, so sure that my Lord would turn from his path and become the leader we all so desperately needed at that point. Hindsight shows me I was wrong. I died that night, my wife tortured and blinded, so that my son would take the Mark willingly." Harry sat and digested all of this information. "Regardless of what I did, even for the best, Severus turned out remarkably well. His own mother thought that he had accepted Voldemort, and turned from him. Lily had fled. I watched as he fell apart and Dumbledore had to put him back together, though he was put back together wrong. Pieces were missing. Lily, and you, of course."

"After you destroyed the Dark Lord." Harry flinched, and Grandfather Snape caught it. "Does that bother you, I saying that you destroyed the Dark Lord?" Harry frowned. "Well, speak up!"

"It just sounds so…" Harry shrugged, not sure what to say. Grandfather Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. Harry knew for certain who had inherited that trait.

"Cruel? Heartless? Cold-blooded? Don't keep me in suspense, Harold." Grandfather Snape sneered at him. "So our young Master Snape doesn't like to hear of unpleasant things." He mused. Several of the portraits told Grandfather Snape exactly what they thought of him. "Quiet! The boy needs to learn this obviously painful lesson." He said. He turned back to Harry and considered him.

"It's apparent that you were told what you had to do and left to it." He put his hands behind his back and sighed. "Typical Dumbledore." Harry frowned again and folded his arms. He was regretting coming down here at all. He was sure that he could have waited until his father had come home. "Look at me, Harold."

"My name is Harry." He ground out. Grandfather Snape smirked.

"Of course it is. Now, Harold, you knew that you had to kill Lord Voldemort, but you were not told how to do so. Most likely, Dumbledore probably forgot to mention a 'why' in his explanations as well." Grandfather Snape stood and paced forward. "Look at me, Harold." Harry looked up, ready to tell the man to leave him alone and leave.

"Legilimens." Harry had had no idea that portraits could do magic. He didn't have time to protest, move, close his eyes, or counter. He felt Grandfather Snape rip into his mind and move around at will. He shut his eyes and tried to focus enough to shove the man out. He could hear Minn barking through his memories. The memories he had been trying to suppress for so long came to the front of his mind and replayed over again. "Face it, Harold. You know what you did. Now you must face it." Harry heard a word mumbled and he saw that he was standing apart from the memory.

"Watch it." Grandfather Snape was standing next to him. Harry shook his head, determined not to do so. "Open your eyes and watch. This is the only way!" Grandfather Snape pulled Harry closer to his memory. "Stop being a child!" Grandfather Snape shook him the slightest bit and Harry's eyes opened. Once he caught sight of what was happening, he could not look away. He watched as he and Voldemort started their fight, spells and curses flying back and forth. Harry had to admit that it was impressive, if not terrifying. He saw the point where he lost his wand as it exploded and he had fallen. Voldemort had advanced on him, and Harry had used wandless magic to finish it, powered with the power the Dark Lord could not handle. He watched as his younger self Apparated away with the injuries that would hindered his movement now.

"You are not a monster. You killed him, yes, but you are not the monster you think you are. Without your capacity for love, he would have thrived, devouring the hate and prejudice of others." Harry leaned against the man and took a deep breath. "You did what you had to do, and you did it well. Do not think of yourself as a monster." Harry became aware that he was still sitting in his chair and looking up at the portrait. He noticed that the other portraits were forming a mob to attack his grandfather. He vaguely wondered how much damage they could do. He had a feeling his grandfather could take them all on and still come out smirking.

"Thank you, Grandfather." Grandfather Snape nodded. The other portraits calmed down when they heard Harry speak.

"You are a powerful wizard, Harold. Intelligent, though reckless. Don't be afraid of who you are, or what you can do. Only then can you let your father into your life." Harry nodded and stood up. "Come visit again. I promise not to attack you." Harry smiled and nodded as he moved the chair back to its original spot. "Lucky is looking for you."

Harry nodded and left, photo album clutched in his hand. He was not exactly sure what his grandfather had done, but it had helped. He entered the dining room to see Lucky bouncing around his father, grandmother, and a blond haired man. A man that looked familiar.

"Draco?"

A/N: I will be posting on this story on a semi-regular basis from now on. Just thought you might like to know! Sylvia