Harry stormed through the corridors, avoiding the stares from the students moving to their next class. Harry should be going to class, but he decided that he would rather be up in his dorms avoiding his classmates.

"Boils," Harry said to the fat lady.

"You should be in class deary," she said back to him.

Harry didn't say anything, then the portrait door swung open. He stormed into the common room. A few sixth years were studying and jumped from Harry's sudden entrance. He stormed up the stairs and into his dorms, then flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

There's no way Snape is my father! James Potter is my father! Even if James wasn't my father, why does Snape of all people have to be my real father! I can't believe I'm related to that greasy git!

Harry stood suddenly and threw his fists down on his bed. He felt warm tears start to trickle down his cheeks. He wiped them off and threw one of his school books across the room. It landed on the floor open wide.

Severus stormed through the corridors and down to the dungeons, avoiding the stares from the students moving to their next class. Severus was supposed to be teaching the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first years potions, but he decided to go to his private rooms instead.

"Amica mea," Severus said to the portrait in front of his rooms.

It swung open and Severus hurried inside. He threw off his cloak and sat down on his black, leather couch. He put his hot face into his clammy hands but jumped up when someone flew through the door.

"Headmaster, what on earth are you doing here?"

"I should be asking the same, Severus."

"Sir-"

"You surely can't still be mad that Harry is your son?" Dumbledore interrupted.

"Of course I am! He looks and acts like James. There is no way I'm going to like him."

"Might I remind you, Severus, Harry has a masking charm on him that is going to wear off! Also, you can't tell me that you haven't noticed that you and Harry are very alike."

"We are not!"

"He isn't just your son, Severus, but also Lily's."

Severus had forgotten that. Potter was his and Lily's son.

What am I doing! Potter is mine and Lily's son; Lily wouldn't want me treating our son like this!

"I see that you have calmed down Severus, I should get going," Dumbledore said as he left Severus's rooms.

After Dumbledore left, Severus reached into the neck of his robes and pulled out a locket. It was a rose gold color with fancy swirls and loops on the outside. Severus took a deep breath and held the locket close to his chest. He opened the locket and in the inside right was a picture of Lily and Severus. Lily was much shorter than him, and he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. On the left side of the locket, it read the words "My Love" in cursive.

It was almost the afternoon and Harry was still furious. He was lying on his bed that no longer had sheets on it and open books were surrounding his bed. Harry was drifting off to sleep, when suddenly a brilliant plan popped up in his head.

Sirius is my godfather! I can go to him and never return to Hogwarts! Sirius would be glad to see me!

Harry had made up his mind. He was going to return to Sirius in London, but there was only one problem. The floo networks were being monitored and Professor Umbridge had his broom. Harry lost all hope and rolled over on his bed when he heard a strange noise outside the window. Harry walked across the room towards the window. He stuck his head out the window, It was a rainy afternoon and no one was outside. Harry looked over the miserable landscape and heard the noise again. He turned to the direction it came in. There was a thestral flying above the forest. Harry remembered what Hagrid taught him in Care For Magical Creatures. Hagrid had told the class that thestrals will take you to where you want to go with promise. That is how they got up to Hogwarts at the beginning of every year.

Perfect!

Hours later Harry was flying over the lit-up London. Hedwig was following him close behind. It was dark outside, so no Muggles should be able to see Harry in the sky. Harry's face was numb and wet from the freezing rain, and his legs were sore from sitting for so long on the thestral's back. Soon the thestral landed on a deserted street. Harry looked up and saw number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Thanks," He said to the thesteral and then it flew away.

Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder as he walked up the pathway to Grimmauld Place. He rang the doorbell and heard screaming, followed by Sirius yelling at his mother to be quiet. Then the door flung open.

"How many times do I-" Sirius began. "Harry. What are you doing here?"