Warning: This story (including the future sequels) will include mentions of child abuse, child rape, manipulating children, evil Dumbledore, good Voldemort, bad Weasley's (not the twins, Bill or Charlie), bad Hermione, bad Order (but not Remus or Sirius), Wolfstar, Snily, Drarry, Mpreg, creature inheritances, Severitus, and possibly some other things which I will add as they come along. If you don't like any of these things then I suggest you don't read. If you don't like it after reading one or more chapters then feel free to read no more, but please don't leave rude comments about something you don't like when I have warned you about it being present in this story. I hope that you enjoy this story for those of you that either don't mind or enjoy these things. It is my first time writing slash, and therefore mpreg, but I'm guessing it is basically the same as writing non-slash so that is kinda how I am going to write it. It is also my first time writing about creature inheritances, Severitus, and good Voldemort, but I am going to try and I hope you enjoy it. On with the chapter…

Betrayals, Truths and Family

Chapter 2: A Son Finds Out the Truth

Harry blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the sunlight seeping into the room from the gap in the dark grey curtains. When he finally awoke, he looked around to find himself lying in a large, comfortable bed made of mahogany wood, with a soft mattress covered with a grey sheet. His head was on a deep green pillow and there was another green pillow next to his. He was covered in a deep green blanket that was thin so he wasn't too warm in the summers' heat. The furniture was mostly mahogany; the bookshelf which was empty, the wardrobe, the desk, the two bedside cabinets (one on either side of the bed) and the chest of drawers. The was a dark green, high-backed, leather chair by the desk, and a black-leather armchair next to his bed which Professor Snape was sleeping in. Harry was confused.

He tried to sit up but ended up falling back down, groaning in pain. This caused Snape to wake up and rush to Harry's side.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain?" Severus asked his son, worried.

Harry just nodded, confused still.

Severus helped Harry sit up, placing some pillows between his back and the wooden headboard of the bed to support him comfortably, before he took a pain-relieving potion out of his bag and uncorked it, helping his son to drink it. He smiled as Harry gave a sigh of relief a few seconds after drinking it.

"Are you feeling better now? Is anything else bothering you?" Severus asked, concerned.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, sir. Where am I? Why am I here? Why did you save me?" Harry replied, confused.

"I think, before I answer any of your questions, I should show you something." Severus said before wandlessly and wordlessly summoning Lily's letter. It flew into his hands a few seconds later and he took a deep breath to calm himself before giving it to Harry, who looked confused before taking it, unfolding it and looking at it, reading it through.

Harry gasped a few times in shock whilst reading. But by the end his eyes were filled with tears.

"Is this real?" Harry asked, he never really trusted anything.

"Yes. I have my memories back. Lily and I were married. Albus is the true Dark Lord. Voldemort is something made up by Albus, my father still goes by Tom Riddle. Lily was a seer, if she saw something, the thing she saw was always true. The Tri-wizard Tournament is happening this year at Hogwarts. I am a Dark Veela, you will become one next year, on your next birthday. You will be a submissive, I will tell you what that means later. If Lily saw that you couldn't trust the people she listed then you can't trust them, and I'm sorry your friends aren't people you can trust. I will be able to save my father, and the teachers, Remus, Sirius, and the Aurors. I will tell you everything you need to know, well, everything that I know. If you want, you can ask me questions and I'll answer them as best as I can."

A tear slipped out of Harry's eye as he nodded in response.

"Do you want to ask me questions now? Or do you want something to eat first? I have given you some potions to help with the malnourishment and dehydration, but they will take a while to get you to a healthy weight, they work better with food. I can call a house elf to bring you something if you want."

"Can I have some toast, please, and some pumpkin juice?" Harry pondered shyly, not knowing how his new-found father would react to him asking for food.

"Of course. Pinky!" Severus called.

A house elf with large blue eyes popped into the room looking happy that one of her masters had finally come home.

"Master Severus, you came back! I am so happy to see you. Who is this?" Pinky asked excitedly.

"This, Pinky, is my son, Harry. We will be living here from now on. I am happy to see you, too. Could you get us some breakfast please? Some toast with butter and jam on the side and a bowl of fruit each. I will have a cup of tea, how I usually take it, and Harry would like some pumpkin juice."

"Of course, Master Severus. Your breakfast will be with you shortly." She popped away again with a smile on her face.

"Do you want to start with the questions now? Or do you want to wait until we're done eating?" Severus asked his son kindly.

"I, er… Why did you hate me? Do you still hate me?"

"No, Harry, I don't hate you. And I never hated you, more the image of you. You see, James bullied me at school, that hasn't changed. Although, when your mother was forced to change my memories she made it seem worse than it really was. He still bullied me, and quite harshly, too. But she made it seem like the pranks were worse than they were, and she added a few horrible ones. Of course, it's not her fault, she was forced to do it. But you look so much like James that every time I looked at you I couldn't help but see him and remember what I remembered him doing. I couldn't see past that. And I'm sorry for how I have treated you in the past. I know you probably don't trust me, but Harry, I love you, my son. And I will do everything I can to make it right, to get back at everyone that has hurt you, to prove that I love you and want you. I will do everything I can to help you, always. You are my life now, the only important thing there is. I will keep you safe, I will love you, I will look after you the way you should have been looked after all these years. I will always be here for you, Harry." Severus said so sincerely that Harry started crying harder, knowing he wasn't lying, knowing that somebody actually cared for him.

Severus reached out, slowly, not wanting to scare his son, and he wrapped his arms around him, holding his son to his chest and running his fingers through the black, messy hair.

Pinky popped in and left the tray of food and drink on the bed, smiling sadly at the scene, before popping away silently, not wanting to disturb the moment.

"You're the first person to ever tell me they love me, from what I remember anyway. You're the first person to care about me." Harry cried.

"Oh, Harry, I'm not the only one who cares about you, and I am certainly not the only one who loves you. Four of the Weasley's care about you and love you. You still have friends and you can make more. Remus and Sirius both love you and care for you, and I will save them from the Headmaster. The staff love and care for you, too, and I will save them as well. And when the time comes your mate will love you. My father will love you. My friends will love you. You aren't alone, Harry. And you never will be. I promise. I love you, Harry." Severus told his son sincerely as he held him close, wishing that he had been able to raise him, with Lily, and that none of what had happened in the last fourteen years had happened. That way his son, his family would have been happy.

It took Harry about ten minutes to stop crying. When he did he pulled back and smiled at his father sadly. They started eating breakfast in silence, Harry trying to think about what he wanted to ask his father next, Severus watching in concern as his son was only able to eat half of a slice of toast, and a few bites of fruit. He did, however, drink all of his pumpkin juice.

"What do you…?" Harry broke off.

"What do I, what, Harry? You can ask me anything." Severus encouraged gently.

"What do you want me to call you?" Harry whispered, looking down at the tray in his lap. His father moved the tray and sat next to him on the bed, facing him. He gently placed a long finger under his sons' chin and lifted his head slowly, trying not to scare him.

"You are allowed to ask me questions, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you, ever. My Dark Veela wouldn't allow me to hurt my child for starters, they are very protective of their young, but I wouldn't hurt you even if I wasn't a creature. I don't condone hurting children. Yes, I may have to say mean things at school, but that is because of Dumbledore. I can't make him suspicious of anything. I would never hurt a child physically, though, especially not you. As for the answer to your question; you may call me whatever you feel comfortable with calling me."

"Don't you want me to call you 'dad'?" Harry wondered aloud.

"I would love for you to call me 'dad', or 'papa', or 'father', or something like that. But I know that you have been through a lot and might not be ready for that yet, and I am okay with that. Of course, I hope that one day you will refer to me as a father figure, but even if you can't bring yourself to call me any of those terms, I will always love you, and you being here, with me, will be enough for me. So, if you aren't ready to call me any of those words then you may call me Severus, or Sev, which is what your mother used to call me. I don't mind. I just want you to be comfortable, healthy and happy. Although, whilst in school, you will have to call me Professor Snape, or Sir, or Professor. However, you may come to see me in private, at any time you need me, and you can call me what you wish to then. Though, that should only be for this year, after you come into your inheritance your glamour will drop and people will be able to tell you are my son anyway, so then you can call me what you wish to around the school as well."

"Okay, Sev." His father smiled at him encouragingly. "Why did Tom adopt you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"He found me in the park near where I lived, the one Lily and I always hung out in together. She and her family were on holiday in France. It was the summer holidays after our first year at Hogwarts, and my father had just beaten me, but I managed to escape for a while after he passed out from the alcohol he had been drinking. He beat me and my mother, you see, for being magical. My mother died when I was nine and he got worse after that. But Tom found me, I was bleeding and bruised. He took me to his home and healed me up before asking what happened. I didn't tell him straight away. But he let me stay with him and he looked after me, like a parent is supposed to look after their child. I told him after one of the nightmares I used to have, and he adopted me. I was happy after that point. Before that, the only person who could make me happy was Lily, but after he adopted me it was like I had a real family, eventually I met all of Tom's friends and followers, no they aren't called Death Eaters, nor do they wear a Dark Mark, and they all treated me well, too. Lucius Malfoy was in the same year as your mother and I, he was the only other friend I had, well, him and Narcissa when she started during our second year. But after he adopted me I had a family, and I had three friends, all of whom cared for me. It was the happiest time of my life. Well, other than the day I married your mother of course. I wish I could have been there when you were born, though. That would have beat everything by far." Severus smiled brightly and even Harry let out a small smile.

"I'm sorry your old father beat you."

"It's not your fault. You don't have to apologise for everything."

Harry nodded, but he knew it would take himself a while to break the habit.

"What is a Dark Veela?"

"A Dark Veela is a magical creature, similar to a Light Veela, which is what the Malfoy's are, Draco will come into his inheritance on his birthday. Veela are beautiful semi-human creatures, very similar to wizards in the sense that they look like them and can do everything a wizard can do, but they also have their own magics which the wizards can't do. It is thought that Veela are only women and there are only one type, but that is not the truth. There are many male Veela, but they don't have the same effects as the women do. Women Veela can make men do strange things in order to get closer to them with only their dance because of how seductive it is and how beautiful they are. Male Veela, although beautiful and being very able to dance, don't have that power over women. Instead, they are fiercely protective over women and submissive Veela, and of children, whether they are their own children, another Veela's child, even if the children are not of their species. Submissive male Veela are also very protective of women, other submissives, and of any child they come across.

"There are two types of Veela; Light and Dark. Light Veela are characterised by white, or platinum blonde hair, like the Malfoy's, as well as their abilities to control air and water. Dark Veela are characterised by black hair, like us, and our abilities to control fire and earth. There are other things as well but those are the main differences in our kind. Although, not everyone with those hair colours are Veela, but all Veela have those hair colours depending on what type they are. Then there are dominants and submissives, in both kinds of Veela. Dominants are always male, but not all male Veela are dominant, like yourself. A dominant Veela is someone who has a submissive mate, my mate was Lily, and they are the main protector of the family. Their mate doesn't have to be a Veela. Dominants won't let anyone hurt their family, if anyone they love is hurt they hurt the person who caused the pain. Which is why, when you're healed, I am going to pay a visit to the Dursley's, and why I'm going to hurt Dumbledore when I can. As well as everyone else who has ever hurt you or anyone else I consider family. Dominants are also the ones that do all of the political things for the family, such as voting on their family's seats in the Wizengamot, on behalf of their family. They also do other things, which you can learn more about at a later point. But you need to learn more about submissives since that is what you are.

"All female Veela are submissives, but there are male submissives as well, as you know. This may come as a shock, but the submissives are the ones that bear the children. I know you grew up in the Muggle world and think that men can't get pregnant. In the wizarding world, they can, with the right charms and potions, although it is more dangerous than a female pregnancy. However, if you are a male submissive creature, like a Veela, you are fully able to get pregnant and birth children without the added danger, as well as without the potions and charms. So yes, you will become pregnant someday, maybe more than once. But I will be there for you every step of the way, so will your mate. Submissives are also fiercely protective of their family, however, the dominant won't allow them to put themselves in any more danger than necessary, and if they are pregnant then the dominants won't allow them to put themselves in danger at all. Your primary job will be to look after the family, but you can get a job if you so wish, so long as it isn't too dangerous because your dominant mate won't like it. There are plenty of books on Veela in the library which you can look through for more information, that is just the gist of it." Severus explained as best as he could.

"So, I'm able to get pregnant? As in… have babies?" Harry asked, placing his hand on his stomach; shocked, and scared that he may have gotten pregnant by his uncle's friend.

"Yes, but you won't have that ability until you come into your inheritance, so even if you and your mate had sex before your next birthday you won't get pregnant. The womb and birth canal won't form until your inheritance comes, and it will be painful, but I will be with you the entire time, so will your grandfather once he is back in his body." He hurried to reassure his son after seeing the scared look in his eyes as his small hand went to his flat stomach, it was obvious what was going through his sons' mind. "You will find out who your mate is when you come into your inheritance on your next birthday. And, since you're a submissive, your mate will definitely be male."

"It's okay, then… To be gay?" Harry questioned, shyly.

"Yes. I know that in the muggle world there are a lot of prejudices against gay people. But in the Wizarding world it is completely okay to be gay, has been since the potions and charms that allow a male pregnancy were invented over a thousand years ago. And it's always been okay with many magical creatures as the male submissives are able to get pregnant naturally. Also, with lesbians it is also okay as there are charms and potions that allow the DNA of both women to mix and form an embryo inside one of the women, that, in turn, becomes a baby. That was invented at the same time as the potions and charms that allow a male pregnancy to occur. So, although we may be behind the muggles in many things, we aren't in the sense that being gay is allowed, accepted, and fully supported by everybody." Severus explained.

Harry sighed in relief, he had known he was gay for a few years but didn't want to tell anyone in fear of being hated and ridiculed.

"Are there any other questions you want to ask me right now?" Severus asked.

"I… This is a lot to take in."

"I know, Harry, and I wish I would have known the truth sooner, but your mother had her reasons. I just want you to know that I am here for you, and I always will be, I promise. No matter what you need, just come to me and I will help you as best as I can. Now, you need to rest. Would you like some dreamless sleep potion, to help you get some sleep?"

"Yes, please." Harry admitted.

Severus took the potion out of his bag, uncorked the vial and held it out to his son. Harry took it and downed it straight away, grimacing at the foul taste.

"Do all potions have to taste so bad?" Harry moaned tiredly.

"With some potions, if you try to make it taste better, it messes with the effectiveness of the potion. So, most potion masters don't try. But this is something we can discuss some other time, when you're feeling better. Now, lay down and get some sleep. If you need me then call Pinky and ask her to get me, okay?" Harry nodded as he laid down in his bed. "Okay, sweet dreams, Harry. I love you."

Harry fell into a peaceful sleep that wasn't riddled with nightmares for the first time in weeks.

Severus placed a charm on the boy to let him know if he wakes or has a nightmare, or if he gets ill, and he kissed his sons' forehead, smiling gently at the sleeping boy before leaving the room.

When he entered his fathers' study he sat on the armchair in front of the fire and called Pinky.

"What can I do for you Master Severus?" She asked happily as she popped into the room.

"Can you make sure something special is made for dinner? And make Harry a birthday cake, please. Could you also go to my vault at Gringott's and find all of the photos of Lily and I there and bring them back here, give them to me. But before you do those things could you find my father and bring him here no matter what form he is in, I am sure you can sense him."

"Of course, Master Severus."

"Thank you, Pinky."

She bowed and popped out again, leaving Severus to summon a small glass of Firewhiskey.

Hello, this is the second chapter, hope you enjoyed it.

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