Red eyes were scanning the coast with furry.

After the destruction of his Horcruxes, Voldemort had planned to re-locate them. They needed better protections. And if it failed, then he would need to move on to plan B, which was to re-integrate them. His problem with plan B was that he had no other way to be immortal and he would have to create a brand new Horcrux right after the ritual. That would only buy him some time before Dumbledore and Potter figured it out and came chasing his new one.

His eyes looked down at the locket in his hands.

To his account, Dumbledore had destroyed his family ring, Potter had destroyed his diary and another Horcrux, most likely Ravenclaw's tiara as it was hidden in Hogwarts. And now, he was looking at the locket, and the paper he found inside. Regulus Black had betrayed him. The locket must have been destroyed after his fall because he couldn't remember feeling the passing of his soul.

Voldemort wished that he was able to communicate with his Horcruxes to know what was happening to them. But he couldn't. All he could do was hope that the Hufflepuff cup was still safe. He knew that his sweet Nagini was safely sleeping in front of the fire in his apartment at Malfoy Manor. Only two left. He had no choice, he needed to move to plan B, and fast!

The ritual would work so much better if he had his Horcruxes close to him and didn't have to call them. Now he would have to change it, make it more powerful. He would need to wait until Halloween Night to take advantage of the Death Magic that would saturate the air. In the meantime, he would have to make sure that Nagini always remained safe.

The tension in Spinner's End persisted until the next morning. It was like the three men had reach a status quo of not talking to each other and see what would happen. Peter had been quietly reading. Sebastian had been copying the two rare books that Severus had and could sell for a good price to support them. Severus had been working on the Dark Lord's potions and making a full inventory of his book collection. He realized that some of them were not up to date, or the information was not correct. He knew that he wouldn't read them again and wouldn't want Sebastian to learn any of that, so he put them on the pile "To Sell". If it could give them a little extra cash, he was not going to complain. He also decided to add to the pile the more ordinary books that Sebastian had already copied. They didn't need the original now that they could duplicate their own copy. When he was done, the bookshelf was decluttered and looked nicer, and he had a nice pile of book to sell.

Breakfast was still tensed and the owl bringing mail wisely chose to stay outside and simply let the letter fall in the kitchen sink, thankfully empty and clean. Severus took it and read it.

'Dumbledore wants me to take the Defense Against Dark Arts position. Apparently, he couldn't find someone, and the Ministry can provide a potion expert but not a trained Auror, with all those disappearing people.' He looked at Sebastian. 'I will inform the Dark Lord after we are done with your school shopping'.

'You know there's a curse on the position, right? Sev, if you accept, you might – '

'I don't have a choice; I have to accept.'

'Why?'

'My situation – '

'This is not an answer Sev, and you know it', said Sebastian, exasperated by his brother always avoiding to answer him.

'Fine.' Severus sat at the table, with the two others, and looked at his brother. 'It's like a golden cage', he said. 'After my trial, I was released but under conditions. I am under Dumbledore's responsibility, so I am stuck at Hogwarts. I cannot work anywhere else. I am not sure that I am even considered an independent adult anymore. I must go through him for everything. My Gringotts vault is under surveillance, I can't leave the UK, I can't even file my taxes alone! I am stuck in that castle with dunderheads, and I can't do anything about it. It's a life sentence with forced labor as a teacher. So, if he tells me I am the Defense teacher, that is what I am teaching.' Severus let out a sight. 'The curse is actually why I have asked for the Defense position for so long. I was hoping that something would happen and free me from Dumbledore.'

'So… The bank account under my name?'

'So that the Ministry cannot get their hands on it.'

'And that's why I am staying in the country?'

'Yes. I couldn't send you away with the Davies family because I am your legal guardian and my name on your authorization to leave would have raised alarms.'

'But why not giving them the guardianship?'

'Transferring it would have raised the same alarms and they would have known of your existence. I wanted to avoid that.'

Sebastian stayed silent. He knew that the Davies family was just another name for his imaginary foster family, heavily inspired by the Dursleys, but with Peter present, he had to. And with the rest of the information, it finally made sense to him! The questions he had since his birthday, since he arrived in the house, to be honest.

'Now if you are done with your interrogation, we need to go to London so get ready while I answer to this letter', said Severus while mentally reviewing all the books that could be used to teach Defense.

Because he had been asking for the position for so long, he already knew the list of books, per year, that he would be working with. He quickly wrote it on the back of the parchment, while Peter silently washed the dishes with his wand. Severus noted that the rat-man had made no comment for the entire conversation and had instead made himself forgotten. He was becoming better at this spying game, but no better than him. And Sebastian had good incentives to be good at hiding very quickly.

When he was done, Severus gave the letter to the owl that was still waiting outside and watched it fly away. He had wanted this position thinking that he may not make it to the end of the year, and, at that time, it sounded like a relief. But now, with Sebastian in his life, he wasn't so sure anymore. And, he had to stay alive until the teen made it into adulthood with his cover intact.

He turned when he heard Sebastian coming down the stairs. It seems like the teen had chosen to ignore the revelations of the previous night. But Severus expected him to explode at some point. He just didn't know when, and how.

'Ready?'

'Ready.'

Severus had chosen to go do their shopping in the busy streets of London, hoping that the crowd would give them the anonymity they needed. Muggles were useful for that. He noted absentmindedly that Sebastian was recovering faster from the Side-Along Apparition than he would have expected. Maybe he was a natural at that, they would need to check when he will turn seventeen and be able to do some magic.

Sebastian looked around him and smiled. He loved the busy streets of London. People walking fast trying to catch their bus or disappearing in the subway. The city was buzzing with life and, after the very quiet town center of Cokeworth, it was a nice change of pace.

'Come Sebastian, the shop for you uniform is just around the block. We can order your books at our local bookshop, and we should be able to find some pens too. But we will need to replace you school backpack. You can't use the emergency one. Come to think of it, we should change that bag to and get rid of it. Someone could recognize it.'

'Really, Sev? You sound paranoid, you know?'

'I – am – careful. And we will do as I say. It's this kind of details that could ruin everything.'

Sebastian sighed, he couldn't even enjoy that one day with his brother without being remembered that he was on the run and hiding. It was exhausting! Severus seemed to notice and let it pass as a teenager rebellion thing. They turn a corner and Severus entered a brightly lit shop with what looked like millions of uniforms in it.

'Alright, your principal gave me the exact reference and quantities we need. Wait here, I will try to find someone to help us', said Severus. He was starting to feel anxious with all those clothes, children running around and exasperated mothers trying to make them try on their new uniform. He left Sebastian behind and went to find an assistant.

When he finally found a young lady, he gave her the list and walked back to get Sebastian to try on a few garments. They needed to make sure it was the right size. It took them an entire hour to try on everything and make it to the registers. When they walked out of the store, they were both so relieved that they looked at each other and chuckled.

Yes, this year was going to be a big change for them, but it was worth it. They made it to another store and bought two backpacks, one for school and one for emergencies that would stay at home, and a suitcase, to put all of Sebastian's stuff for the year.

'We still have some time; can we do some sightseeing?' asked Sebastian.

'Well, I wanted to stop at Diagon Alley to sell the books I decluttered from the shelves. The antique market is not too far, maybe you could wait for me there and I will join you after. I wanted to see if any magical items got lost in the muggle world and that's usually where people try to sell them.'

'I could come with you to Diagon – '

'Sebastian, the deal was to keep you away from there, so let me do my part.' Said Severus as they got in a bus. 'Take these, you can buy yourself one thing, only one so chose carefully.' He gave Sebastian a handful of pounds and stayed quiet for the remaining of the trip.

'The next stop is mine. Yours is the terminus, you can't miss it. Just try to enjoy your time while I am dealing with that, and I will join you later.'

'Sure', said Sebastian with tight lips. He didn't agree with that arrangement, but he also didn't want to ruin the day.

'Stay safe' said Severus while getting off the bus.

Sebastian watched him walk away before sadly saying 'Sure' under his breath.

When the bus reach it's terminus, Sebastian got off and followed the signs to go to Portobello Road market. After walking a few streets lined with beautiful white houses, he turned a corner and was drowned into a buzzing crowd of tourists and locals alike. He looked around him, amazed. This road had the same atmosphere as Diagon Alley, minus the magic of course. The stalls were full, the windows were brightly colored, people were talking loudly and laughing. He saw vendors for touristic T-shirt, vintage handbags, old hats, and various second-hand items. He spent his time, going from one stall to the other, walking an arcade, and stopping to look at an old black sewing machine in a window. This was all so fascinating; he didn't pay attention to the time and was surprised when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

'Having fun?' The silky voice of his brother calmed his racing heart.

'Sev, you startled me!'

'One would hope you would be more careful but – 'Severus gave his half-smile 'it's nice to see you carefree.'

'Did you sell the books?'

'Yes.'

Diagon Alley had changed a lot since the announcement of the Dark Lord's return. Stores were closed, people were afraid and rushing to finish their shopping as soon as possible. He even saw a few eleven-years old randomly trying wands in Ollivander's shop. The man had disappeared over the summer and there was no other way to get a wand than, breaking into the store, and trying wands as fast as possible. It was a sad sight. The only store that kept some of the buzzing joy the Alley used to have, was the joke store owned by the Weasley twins. Those two had been a nightmare to have in class but were admittedly very imaginative.

Severus had to go to several second-hand books, both in Diagon and Knockturn Alley, to sell everything. He was glad he didn't take Sebastian with him. This sight would have depressed the already guilty teen.

They enjoyed their day until it was time for diner. They grabbed two burgers at a street food vendor and eat on their way to a quiet alley.

'Thank you, for today. It was very nice.'

'You are welcome. I am afraid that the evening won't be as pleasant.'

'I know. I will stay in our bedroom and wait. If you are not back tomorrow morning, I take the emergency back and run', said Sebastian calmly. He was reassured now that his brother would make it back. Especially because nothing wrong could happen with just reporting a change in teaching position.

There was, in the back of his brain, the knowledge of Voldemort being their… But he refused to think about it. Everything should continue as usual. Do – Not – Think. Especially not about Him.

They Apparated back to Spinner's End and followed their routine, ignoring Wormtail. They both took a well-deserved shower and, while Sebastian was reading and coping A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions, Severus put on his Death-Eater robes, warded the bedroom, and left the house. He quickly made sure that the streetlamp was broken, as a working one would be the signal for a safe return, and Apparated to Malfoy Manor.

Meanwhile, Sebastian made conscious effort to not think about Voldemort or the letter he had found. DO – NOT – THINK!

Voldemort had been busy all day. This ritual was proving to be more difficult to modify than he expected, but he couldn't stop working on it. More and more people were aware of his secret, and on his tail. It was infuriating that he would have to go through with this. He had hoped that he would never have to use it, but it seemed that he had no choice. Only two Horcruxes left. He turned his head toward Nagini. He had put her into a protective charm, much to her displeasure. She had been complaining all day about missing out on the sun outside. He would be sad when she would be gone.

He heard someone knocking at the door.

'Come in', said Voldemort, closing his book and leaving it on the side table. He turned around to see who was the suicidal fool that was disturbing him.

'My Lord, I came to report', said Severus, for the first time refusing to kiss the hem of his robes.

'About what?'

'Dumbledore sent me a letter. I will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the coming year. The Ministry will provide a potion expert to replace me', said Severus.

When Voldemort turned to face him, Severus lowered his eyes to the ground. He needed to keep a cool head and couldn't take the chance to face the man. Last night revelation was slowly sinking in, even if he really didn't want to think about it. Sure, it was only changing from one bastard father to another bastard father. But the consequences of being related to this one, Severus was not ready to untangle that mess. For now, he was standing in front of the man who ruined their lives, eyes glued to the ground, his Occlumency shield in check. He couldn't afford to slip, even at home. Sebastian needed him to be strong and Wormtail was spying on them all the time.

Voldemort looked at the dark man in front of him. He really didn't have time for that, and he needed to keep him away from him for now. No one should know what ritual he was preparing, but he also needed help to gather materials. Today's research has shown that the old pagan way may help stabilize the reunification. This person should be stupid to never understand what was going on, which excluded Severus of the list since he knew about his Horcruxes. No, he needed someone as Wormtail. The rat was not very talented with magic but would be able to gather what he needed.

'Severus, I want you to go home and bring back the potions I asked you to brew and Wormtail. He will not be returning with you.'

Severus felt relief setting in his muscles at the thought.

'Before, you do so… Is there anything you would like to tell me?' asked Voldemort

Severus was not a fool and saw that question for what it was: Admitting now if he was a traitor or letting Wormtail inform the Dark Lord.

Severus reviewed his memories, trying to find if they somehow slipped during the summer, but couldn't find anything.

'You have my full loyalty, My Lord.' Those words very sour in his mouth. Loyalty. Let's talk about how He abandoned his pregnant lover.

'Go fetch Wormtail then.'

Severus walked fast to reach the gates of the Manor and Apparated to his home. He would finally get ride of the rat. This evening was starting to be less safe than anticipated but he was certain that the rat had nothing against him.

He gathered all the potions he had made in an extended pouch and forced Wormtail to gather his belongings and clear Sebastian's room as fast as possible.

'Hurry up. One should not make the Dark Lord wait.'

When Severus and Wormtail arrived at the gates of Malfoy Manor, they promptly began to walk toward the front door. It was raining now, and the path was turning to mud making it hard to keep a fast pace. Once they arrived in the cold marble entrance, Severus cast a few spells to get rid of the mud and straighten his clothes.

The Dark Lord was waiting for them. Severus bowed to his while Wormtail kneeled in front of his Master and kissed the hem of his robes.

'Severus, do you have the potions I asked for?'

'Yes, Master. I completed your order', and Severus gave the pouch containing the vials.

'Good.' There was a long silence before He talked again. 'Peter, anything to report?'

'Severus has been helping Dumbledore and answering his calls, Master.'

'As would be expected, in his position. Any doubt on his loyalty?'

'No, Master.' Wormtail looked like his was pouting when admitting that he couldn't find anything against the Potion Master. Then his face lit up. 'But Severus has a little secret, Master.'

'A secret?'

'A brother.'

Severus clenched his teeth. He had forgotten that it wasn't just Sebastian's identity that they were protecting. It was his very existence. Too late now, they would have to hope that their cover story was good enough to hold under questioning. He looked at his master's reaction and was surprised to see him unresponsive.

In that moment, the greatest Dark Lord of all times, as he liked to think of himself, was very much the Tom that he was 36 years ago. For a few seconds, he saw himself back in Diagon Alley, walking toward the ice cream parlor that just opened and seeing her, all pregnant and married. Betrayed. Twice.

He quickly came back to reality and looked at Severus.

'I didn't know you had a brother Severus. Hopefully he will prove himself to be useful to the cause. How old?'

'My Lord, I am afraid that Sebastian will not be of any use to you, he is not even 16 yet.'

'It doesn't matter. The young Draco Malfoy is already on his first mission for me. Maybe your brother could assist him, in what house has he been sorted?' asked the Dark Lord.

'He doesn't go to Hogwarts, Master.'

'Which school then? Durmstrang?'

'Sebastian is going to a muggle school. He is a Squib', said Severus, hoping that this would be enough to lead the conversation to an end. Squib were disregarded in Magical Society. They had no rights, and the Ministry didn't even bother to register them. A long and awkward silence filled the room.

'Master', said Wormtail. 'I saw the boy read books about Runes. Surely he has some abilities to serve you.'

Severus was now considering poison to get rid of that rat.

'I only want to make sure that he has enough knowledge to stay clear of maledictions and warded properties. That's why I force him to read about magical theory during the summer, but he is a Squib, he goes to muggle school and will live in the muggle world as soon as he reaches adulthood. He has nothing to do with our world or our cause, Master.' Now, Severus was practically begging in hidden words for Him to leave the boy alone.

Silence filled the room again before the Dark Lord spoke.

'How disappointing. Maybe we should liberate the boy from his misery, don't you think Wormtail?'

Liberate him? Severus paled. Surely, they wouldn't kill him. Purebloods have stopped doing that for decades!

'Yes, Master. It's a brilliant idea!' he said, squeaking in delight. If what he over-heard was true, then the Unbreakable Vow Severus took to protect his brother would kill him too, or the Master would when Severus would try to protect the brat. In both scenarios, Peter Pettigrew would finally have his revenge other Snape. All the curses and traps that Severus and the Marauders had exchange had always left him in the crossfire, not knowing how to deflect said curses.

'Master, please.'

'Silence Severus' said Voldemort. A long silence followed. 'Your brother is safe for as long as you do your duty and protect my… valuable items from Dumbledore. If one more is destroyed, Severus, I will know it.'

Voldemort turned his back to his followers, and they knew they were dismissed.

Severus was not happy with the events of the night. But he was resolved to protect Sebastian as much as he could until the teen would leave the country. He only had to hold back Dumbledore in his quest for the next two years. On the upside, his house was finally pest-free. Now he would be able to concentrate on Sebastian. They only had a week together before going back to school.

Severus was stirring his morning coffee, waiting for Sebastian to wake up. He had come back home later than he thought and took the time to make a full sweep of the house for any spying spells he could think of. When he made it to his bedroom, the teen was already asleep.

He was now musing other the discovery of his father's real identity. The man had ruined his life from before birth to now. Abandoning his mother meant that she had to stay with the drunk and violent Tobias. She wouldn't have had the strength of character to be a single-mother in the 1960's, she must have known that. Being raised in the household had been less than ideal. Severus could still hear the screams of his mother in his nightmares. He had to admit that she did a wonderful job protecting him from Tobias. But it wasn't without consequences for herself. Beatings and rapes were her daily bread. Meeting Lily Evans was a strike of luck, she was so kind and understanding. Their friendship was everything to him. Moving to Hogwarts had been a liberation from his toxic home environment. His friendship with Lily had brought attention to them, especially from Potter and his team. When the bullying started, he couldn't remember exactly but he was sure of one thing: he always tried to give back as much as he took. It wasn't long until he started to have feelings deeper than friendship for her, but he said nothing, simply enjoying their friendship. Until that day when he lashed back at Lily. That was on him. He could try to make it so that it was Potter's fault, but he knew that he shouldn't have said that word. After that day, he had become closer to other Slytherins and fell into the propaganda of the Dark Lord. Another violent man. He enjoyed the suffering of muggles and wizards alike, being his Death Eater didn't protect him from the pain at all. It seemed like he had gone from one abusive father to the other. Only, the Dark Lord didn't know he was his son. And then, when he heard the prophecy and realized the danger on Lily's life, he ran from one abusive Master to the other.

To be fair, he had done a lot of wrong choices all by himself, but he always did them out of good intentions. Tobias, Voldemort, and Dumbledore had just prayed on him and his need for acceptance and recognition. He needed to grow out of that. In the meantime, Sebastian was giving him what he needed: someone who would accept him and be thankful for what Severus could give him. Which wasn't much, he thought when looking at his old kitchen, but it was a safe heaven.

Safe. But for how long? He would need to make another escape plan for Sebastian in case he failed in his mission to stop Dumbledore from destroying other Horcruxes. And that Unbreakable Vow that was also heavy on his shoulders. If only he was sure of Malfoy's mission. But he only had a few hints. They were only a limited number of things the Dark Lord wanted done with Hogwarts: Take control of the school and kill Dumbledore. He was dreading both. Dumbledore was a monster in disguised, but the children were somewhat safe with him, while they would be tortured under the Dark Lord's command if the school was to fall into his hands.

Thinking back about Sebastian, he realized that he may not be able to come back next summer. His next escape plan would need to be a full "off the grid" one.

Severus startled when he heard the mug being put on the table. He had been so lost in his thought, he hadn't seen Sebastian enter the kitchen.

'Where is he?'

'Gone' said Severus. 'He didn't have much to report to the Dark Lord except from your existence. Don't worry they bought the Squib story. But he decided that you would make a good motivation for me to stay in line. You are safe for as long as I remain a loyal follower and complete all of my missions, which I will do.'

'What about spying for Dumbledore?'

'The old man is going solo from now on. I will not risk your safety for the off chance of shortening a Death-Eater attack.' He heard Sebastian sight but accept his answer. He continued. 'What do you want to do today?'

'I was thinking of going to town to see if I can find the rest of what was asked by the school. What about you?'

'Well, I have some planning to do. I have a new class to teach in September, remember? I have a lot of what I want students to learn during my class in mind, but it wouldn't hurt to right down a lesson plan for each class.'

His lesson plans have been ready for years. His planning would mostly be on everything Sebastian would need to survive if anything happened to him, but he didn't want to frighten his brother. They could use a few days of rest before that.

Later that day, Sebastian was walking through the town center, musing about the discovery of his new father's identity. He had forced himself to avoid thinking about it because of Wormtail's surveillance but now… His father. No. That man was not his father. No way. His was, at best, a sperm donor for his brother, and an unfortunate by product of the cloning potion. James Potter had been his father, he died protecting him. Sirius had died protecting him too. And now, Severus was the one ready to die to protect him. His clone-brother was the only person that really mattered to him now.

But still, the orphan in him was still craving for a father figure. And now, he discovered that his adopted father was not a dead drunk, but a very alive Dark Lord. Honestly, he would have preferred a drunk version of Uncle Vernon, renamed Edward Davies in his new background.

He was sharing blood with a mass murder. The man who killed his parents, who tried to kill him multiple times! He was the very reason why Sirius was dead, and he had to abandon his friends!

Sebastian was very agitated. He didn't know how to deal with that. It was just too much. He knew that talking to Severus had helped him in the past week, but he couldn't go to him this time. The man was his actual father! Not just the consequence of a potion experiment, but the man that his mother had loved. How could she love a monster?

Still in his thoughts, Sebastian passed in front of a shop window with gorgeous men and women and a strong smell of chemicals. He stopped and looked through the window. The nice lady with the dark blue hair was inside, alone. She was gathering hair on the ground with a broom. Making his decision, Sebastian pushed the door and entered.

'Hello, I didn't think I would see you again so soon! How are you doing, honey?' she asked, smiling at him.

Sebastian looked at her, unable to speak and started to cry.

'I am sorry, I shouldn't come here to cry. But you said that you listen to your customers, and I don't have anyone else, and – '

'Alright, it's okay. Come here, sit down.'

Sebastian sat on one of the chairs of the salon and looked at her.

'I am sorry, it's just that I learn something the other day and I think I need to talk about it. I can't really talk to anyone, so I thought about you… I don't even know your name!' realized Sebastian

'Well, that's an easy fix, my name is Katy.'

'Sebastian'

'Well, Sebastian, do you want to tell me why you are in such a state?'

'Two days ago, I found a message from… hum, my mother. She died when I was young. In the message she said that her husband is not my father, and instead it's…' he gulped but couldn't continue.

'Yes?' encouraged Katy.

'He is a murderer. He killed so many people, people that I loved.' Sebastian was crying again.

'Oh my… but how?'

'Yeah, I still haven't figured out how she could fall in love with that monster.'

'What did he do?' she asked. Sebastian hesitated a long time, not knowing how to answer that question.

'Come on, unless you tell me he is a Nazi, or a cannibal… I mean, that would be the worst!' said Katy, trying to lighten the mood. But it didn't work because Sebastian was now looking at her. From what he learned over the summer in his muggle history books, Nazi would be a good way to describe Voldemort.

'Well, he… He is… was… hum.' Sebastian took a few second to think of the best way to turn it. 'He was a top Nazi man. He killed a lot of people. He had gone quiet for a long time, my whole childhood, really. But now he is back. I know that he has people with him. A bunch of racists that wouldn't hesitate to kill everyone if they could.'

Katy looked at Sebastian, stunned, trying to catch her breath.

'Sebastian … You need to go see the police. You need to tell them, and let them do their job, okay?'

Sebastian laughed without joy.

'Believe me, if I could have him arrested, it would be done by now. But I don't know where he is. He is completely crazy. That man tried to kill me several times, you know. I hate him. And now I learn that he is my father? I just…' Sebastian stopped talking, not knowing a world that could describe what he was feeling.

'Okay, let me just recap. You just learn that your father is not the man you thought. Instead, it's a Nazi, who killed a lot of people, and wants to kill more, including you. Right?'

'Yeah, that's a good summary.'

'Does he know you are his son?'

'No'

'Do you think that he would stop trying to kill you if he knew?'

'I don't know. I don't think so.'

'In that case, you just need to do your best to stay safe, okay? And if one day you have any information about his whereabouts, you need to tell the police.'

'Yeah, but what about…'

Katy took his face in her hands.

'Sebastian, the man didn't raise you, he doesn't love you, he is – not – your – father, am I clear? I understand that you focus a lot on that discovery right now, but your blood was the same when we met a week ago. Knowing that doesn't change who you are, Sebastian. And you are nothing like that man. You remember when I told you about my girlfriend? I was watching your reaction at that time, but you didn't flinch, you didn't show any aggressivity, or disgust, or pity. You were just listening, and I knew that you could understand was I was feeling. I know that you are not a bad person, Sebastian. You are so much better than your father.'

Sebastian started to cry again during Katy's speech and hugged her for a long time when she was finished. It was good to hear those words.