Chapter 3
The months passed fairly quickly as Harry progressed, steadily becoming healthier, he took to learning everything Severus taught him, very easily. Often only needing to have each lesson done once. Severus had started teaching him simple healing potions, the pepper up potion, and a fun one that would change the colors of Harry's hair randomly.
Which Harry had found delightful and would brew on his own occasionally when he was bored. Severus found a simple ease in teaching Harry, he understood everything very well which made the teaching less irritating. He had also decided one day after Harry had finished a perfect burn healing potion that he could never send the boy to Hogwarts without going with him to keep him from Dumbledore's clutches. He would have to write the wretched old fool at some point, inquiring about a teaching job. He would detest every day of it but he had no choice. Harry needed him there.
Every night Harry could be found curled up against Severus's side fast asleep. Since that first night, Harry had never slept in own bed he simply waited until Severus was in bed and then he would sneak across to the older man's room and craw up under the covers from the foot of the bed. Severus never woke up to it anymore and just accepted it as something Harry needing to do for himself.
Now almost exactly two years later, June 4th, 1989 the day before Harry's ninth birthday the two were seated at Gringotts bank with a very stiff and seething couple of Dursleys. They had agreed after many months of heated words and many secretly placed calming potions later that they would let Severus adopt Harry officially. It had been all Severus could do to not kill the disgusting muggles at every meeting. But getting Harry into his custody had to be done completely legal or he risked the chance that Harry would get removed. He would never risk that.
Although Harry also wanted a nasty bit of revenge for what they had done to him and he had decided that he no longer wished to be tied to the image of Harry Potter. Severus had simply beamed at the boy for his ingeniousness and cunning. He watched now as Harry slipped a tiny drop of potion into each of the wretched Muggle's cups. They never noticed a thing as they both nervously drank their tea.
He had helped Harry create the dark potion, rather eagerly. It was their chance to get the revenge the both greatly desired. It wouldn't take effect for a few hours but that didn't bother them. The results would be well worth it. The last paper signed, the Dursleys left rather quickly with an escort back to the Leaky Cauldron. After their departure, the Goblin attendant started taking out new papers but also a medium sized copper bowl, a small very sharp, ornate golden knife, and lastly a strange-looking translucent ribbon.
Harry eyed the set up nervously. "Severus? What is he getting ready for?" Severus smiled and spoke cooly. "I was thinking that you might like to become my real blood son, Harry? It won't hurt at all, and no one can ever take you away from me or claim that we shouldn't live together."
Harry looked back down at the small knife, deep in thought. After a moment he looked back up at Severus a sly grin on his face and an evil glint in his eyes. "Well I could always...stop... anyone who thought they could take me now." He cocked his head to the side when he said stop, silently implicating he meant a number of dark things.
Which had Severus remembering back to the day he found Harry next to the mound of seeping, strips of flesh. Then to later that day when Harry had been so lost in his mind, in a part of it he called the dark place. The look in Harry's eyes when he is in his Dark Place was unnerving to Severus.
One of these days Severus was going to ask Harry to let him in his mind and see the Dark Place. He was brought back out of his thoughts when Harry answered his last question. "Yes, I want that. I want to be your blood son. How long does it take?"
Severus chuckled at the child's impatience and looked to the Goblin. "Only a few moments Harry. Mr. Giblin has to take a portion of my blood and twine it into your bloodstream and some of my magic will mix with your magical core. It will be as though you've only ever had one parent. My blood will replace almost all of your heritage blood. But not all."
Harry grinned again his mind racing with the knowledge of such new magic. He watched as the Goblin made a small incision on Severus's wrist then promptly held the bleeding wrist above the copper bowl.
Once the bowl had a sufficient amount of blood, the Goblin took up the shimmering translucent ribbon and submerged it in the blood. He turned to Harry and held out his small wrinkled hand for Harry to put his own hand in.
Harry confidently placed his small pale hand in the Goblin's and watched as an identical incision was made on his wrist. Harry's eyes latched onto a large drop of his blood that immediately welled up out of the cut, and slid down to his wrist. One end of the ribbon floated out of the bowl and touched lightly on the large drop of blood.
Harry watched as the end of the ribbon that touched his blood, flowed into the blood, and disappeared into his arm. Slowly the blood in the bowl traveled across the transparent ribbon and began melding into his veins.
He put his head back and closed his eyes, feeling a rather strange sensation taking over his body. He didn't know enough words yet to put names on all of the feelings. It was a good strange though, it raised gooseflesh along his arms.
A strange tingling started spreading out in his head and his eyes started to get very very warm almost too warm. He heard a shocked gasp from Severus beside him and frowned. Why was he gasping like that? Did Severus regret making Harry his son?
Panic flooded within Harry's mind and he tried to open his eyes to see Severus, only to find they wouldn't open. In extreme panic now he tries to bring his hands up to his eyes only his hands won't move either. A cold sweat breaks out over his skin and buried memories from the past start flashing before his eyes.
One where his Uncle had tied him up and blindfolded him so his Aunt didn't have to see Harry's eyes that reminded her of her dead sister as his Uncle used a screwdriver to make ragged holes in Harry's forearms. Uncle had been angry that he had lost a huge deal for screwdrivers that day.
The next was of the man like him, he had done something to prevent Harry from being able to move or speak or see. That time, Harry had gone deep into the dark place and didn't come out for a long, long time. He had needed to escape the feeling of the man's mouth and hands on his chest and both his privates. He hadn't wanted to feel those teeth biting him.
The memories vanished like a fading wisp of smoke as the strange feeling in his body abruptly cleared. Harry was out of his chair and clinging to Severus before anyone had seen him move. Hot tears falling rapidly, his face buried in the older man's chest. His chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to find the will to breathe.
Severus placed panicked hands on Harry's shoulders, giving a tight reassuring squeeze. He leaned in and whispered in to Harry's trembling ear. "Harry, my son. My son. You are my son now and forever. Calm yourself, take a deep breath. Everything is alright."
Those words trickled slowly into Harry's mind and he nodded sharply. Suddenly over his bout of extreme emotion. The words (My son) in the very front of his mind and his eyes shot open. He stepped back from Severus and looked up at him. His eyes and expression shining in excitement.
"May I call you Father?"
Severus's eyes widened greatly and he took a second to respond, his heart and mind racing. Over the shock, he nodded curtly and smiled fondly. "Yes Harry I would be very grateful if you did so."
"Thank you, Father!" Harry said once more and again embraced his father in a tight hug.
"One more thing, Harry." Harry looked up to his Father as he sat back in his chair. "Yes, Father?"
"As part of the ritual you are allowed to change your name. Do you have one in mind? Otherwise, we can look at a few suitable options." Harry sat still in his chair for a moment and went through all the names he had read in some of his favorite books after Severus had finished teaching him how to read.
Finally, he remembers a name from a story he had read about a muggle who had found a way to be immortal through an enchanted painting. He looked up at his father. "Dorian. I would like my new name to be Dorian Cruenti Snape. I want your name too, Father. "
Severus smirked and nodded his approval. He himself recognized that name from the tales of the murderous Dorian Gray. Of course Harry would pick that. No, not Harry, Dorian now. Cruenti is Latin translation for Bloody King. How fitting for his son. Not only was Dorian his own son now, but now he would never have to fear being known as Harry Potter. He would never have to relive his past should he choose not to.
There was nothing he could do on his own to derail some of Dumbledore's plans. That bastard old man. Severus would never forgive him for what he had done to Dorian. He would get revenge for his son, he would kill the old bastard if it was the last thing he ever did.
"Dorian, becoming my blood son has also changed your appearance. That may be why you felt such warmth or strange feeling in certain areas, like your eyes." Severus held up a small mirror that the goblin had apparated in. Dorian took the mirror in hand and held it up, the enchanted mirror let him see all of himself and focus on certain areas when he simply wished it.
His untidy hair had become a darker black, a little thicker now hung straight and feather-light just past his shoulders and down his back. He was happy that his hair though very light and soft was still thick and luxurious at the touch. Startled a little Dorian saw that one of his eyes had changed from green to a dark obsidian that shimmered when he tilted his head to the side a bit. His other eye still green but brighter and a richer green.
Looking back at a full view he noticed his hight was taller and his facial structure was sharper, his jaw more defined and his cheeks sharp and prominent. Dorian smiled at himself in the mirror before handing it back. He looked to his Father.
"Father, it is a good change? I do not wish to resemble my previous self. It was hard to look in the mirror and not remember being hurt just because of who I am.." Dorian finished quietly. His mismatched eyes wide and pained.
Severus's hard face smiled softly at his son and placed a hand under his chin. "Dorian, it is a very good change. You resemble me and my family heritage now. No one who sees you as you are now, will know who you are. Most importantly, no one will ever hurt you like that again." He watched Dorian nod, a single tear slipping down across his cheek.
Severus pulled his son close in a tight embrace and rested his chin atop the boy's head. Soothing him with a hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. Dorian sniffled once, twice more and pulled away slowly his pale cheeks tinted a light pink before glancing at the Goblin attendant. A good bit embarrassed by his display of affection in front of the bank goblin.
The Goblin just nodded and turned to Severus. " Mr. Snape, young Dorian must still take his inheritance test. The blood ritual replaced all but enough blood to tie him to any other of the other houses he is connected to. We can not remove blood ties."
Severus glanced at Dorian who was looking at the Goblin a bit confused. He nodded back at Mr. Giblin and took Dorians hand in his and brought it up on top the desk. "He is going to prick your finger just once, My son. This blood test will show us what other families you may come from."
Dorian nodded and stuck out a finger for the Goblin. Mr. Giblin took his finger in hand and brought a sharp little dagger with a fine point to the tip of his finger. He pricked it just once and held it there just until a little drop of blood collected on the tip and then he pulled the knife back.
Releasing Dorian he tipped the blood on to a small sheet of white parchment. The drop landed without a sound and instantly, writing began to appear and the paper started growing in size to accommodate all the information.
Mr. Giblen studied the parchment while it continued to grow. After a few more moments the movement finally slowed and stopped altogether. The Goblin glanced up at the pair, back down at the parchment and nodded before he handed the parchment to Severus.
Severus placed the parchment down on the desk so Dorian could read it as well. They both leaned over the desk and began to read.
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Dorian Cruenti Snape
Blood inheritance test.
Birth -
• Heir and Lord Potter
• Heir and Lord Slytherin
• Heir and Lord Peverell
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• Soul Mate ~ Draconis Lucius Malfoy
Heir Malfoy
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Blood Ritual -
• Heir Prince
• Heir Snape
• Heir Black
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Magical Binding -
• Ablus Percival Dumbledore - Magical restrictions
• Remus R. J. Lupin - GodFather
• Tom Marvolo Riddle - Horcrux
For Vaults, Properties, House elves, Businesses, inheritance items, Heir and Lordship rings speak to account assigned Goblin.
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In unison, Severus and Dorian looked up at each other. Dorian in confusion as he did not recognize most of the names on that list. He only recognized the names Slytherin and Snape. His father had taught him of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The four houses Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor.
He did not understand why the name Slytherin was on his inheritance test. He looked back up at his father. "What do all those name mean?"
Severus sighed heavily and looked to the Goblin."Are you sure this is all correct? I do not understand how Dorian could be heir to the Peverell family line or the Slytherin family."
"His Mother was the last descendent to the Slytherin line and on his Father's side he is a direct descendent of the Ancient Peverel line. Making the young Master, Pureblood, Dorian Cruenti Snape the wealthiest, most Noble Heir and Lord currently alive in the Wizarding world. His name will be greatly revered come the time when the world learns who he truly is."
Severus sat back in stunned silence. Not only is his son soul mated to a fellow death eater, His own Godson and his friend's son, he was also the most important Wizard in existence. He would take his time considering what to tell Lucius on Dorian's tenth birthday when the soul mate names would appear on Dorian and Draco's inner wrists. Both boys's Birthdays also coincided so Draco would also be finding out that same day. He looked down at his son now. His beautiful son who with concerned but curious eyes was watching him.
"Dorian, those names are all titles and family lines that run in your blood and magical core. You see this one here, " he pointed out the soul binding. "that name is your soul mate. Draconis Lucius Malfoy, my Godson."
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The pair left Gringotts Bank an hour later after removing the Magical restrictions Binding of Albus Dumbledore from his son. Dorian's magic had exploded through the room in a black, filtering, smoke and his son had just giggled wildly, his eyes dark and shining. It had truly been a moment to remember. Dorian now wore his combined heirship, lordship ring on his right ring finger. He walked with easy grace next to Severus. He had noticed long ago that his son was always aware of what was going on around him. He always knew when Severus was looking at him or if someone entered a room no matter how silent or magically warded. Dorian always knew.
Severus watched him now as he very subtly scanned the witches and wizards passing around them. His mixed eyes narrowing now and then. He looked up at his Father and smiled happily. " Let's go home, Dorian. My son." Severus reached down with both arms and lifted his son into a big hug and with a sharp pop, they apparated home.
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The next morning, Dorian calmly walked in to the dining room and sat by his Father. He helped himself to some orange juice, a blueberry muffin and some bacon.
Severus watched his son over the edge of his mug for a few minutes before picking up a folded copy of the daily profit and setting it in front of him." Happy Birthday, Dorian."
Dorian smiled happily and picked up the paper. Unfolding it to the muggle magic incidents section near the back. He read the headlining incident.
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4 Muggles found horribly disfigured in a local screwdriver factory in muggle London, two adults and two children. Strong traces of dark magical residue drew nearby Aurors to the scene. Magical traces around one of the children leads Aurors to believe that it may be the young missing child of the late Lilly and James Potter.
Boy who lived becomes boy who parished.
Muggles have yet to be identified.-
Dorian giggled happily and nearly bounced out of his chair. He stood up and hugged his father tightly. A huge, heavy darkness lifted off his shoulders.
Severus held his son tightly and nuzzled the top of Dorian's head with his nose. Later that night Dorian opened his gifts from Severus and he was granted his wish to learn a new potion that would allow him to make the drinker's bowls turn into sharp crystals and they would die a horribly painful death. He went to bed happy that night as heir and pureblood Dorian Cruenti Snape. No longer under the curse of Harry Potter.
