Harry woke up in a massive bed in a room he didn't recognise. The room was bigger than his new room, Dudley's room and his closet put together. The man Harry had seen earlier was sitting on the other side of the room. He was staring at Harry with a look of complete confusion and concern. He seemed so confused that he didn't notice that Harry had awakened.

"Hello?" Harry asked softly, staring at the man who had a resemblance to Harry himself. The man's eyes shot up and a strange look crossed his eyes. He stood up and made his way to Harry's bedside. Harry frowned in confusion trying to figure out why he was in such a large room with such a large bed.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" The man asked, sounding concerned about Harry. Harry found himself suspicious of the sudden kind behaviour towards him. No one was ever nice to him unless they really wanted something or wanted to do something really mean to him.

"Fine," Harry said carefully, trying to avoid trouble. "Who are you?"

The man looked at Harry and gave a small smirk before sitting down on the side of the bed.

"My name is Severus Snape and you are my son," Severus said. While Harry was unconscious, Severus had healed his injuries and did a simple paternity test; he was somewhat shocked to learn the results. But when he'd remembered that night it made sense.

"But Uncle Vernon told me my father was dead. He said he and my mother were drunks and they died in a car accident," Harry informed sounding confused.

Severus frowned and tried his best to explain the situation to Harry. After clearing up that his parents were not drunks and that they had not died in an accident, he explained to Harry about being his father. Harry seemed confused and highly suspicious of this but he did seem to believe it.

"Why haven't I heard from you until now?" Harry asked suddenly, sounding hurt. His father had been around all these years and had never come to see him. More importantly, he left him at the Dursleys' house where he was treated like dirt. They didn't feed him, they beat him, they made him sleep in a cupboard and called him a freak for no reason.

"Your mother never told me about you but I promise if she had have told me; you would have never gone to live with such barbaric people," Severus insisted, looking at his son's face. His son looked hurt, confused and suspicious. "But I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I came by to give you your letter."

Severus handed Harry his Hogwarts letter and watched as his expression became more and more confused. He stared at Severus with a slight frown before staring back at the letter. He glanced up at Severus and frowned.

"Is this a joke?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised like he was expecting Severus to give in and admit it to be a joke. "I can't be a wizard I'm Harry, just Harry."

"Well, just Harry. Have you ever made anything happen that you couldn't explain?" Severus asked.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around the room. He stared out the window trying to see if he recognised what he saw but couldn't place a location. He was now sitting up in bed, taking in what he's learned. Severus had just explained magic and Hogwarts to Harry. He was just finishing explaining the houses when he asked what house his mother had been in.

"Your mother was a Gryffindor; she was one of the few sensible Gryffindors," Severus said with a smile. Harry gave him a confused look.

"Gryffindors value bravery over common sense which means they don't think before they act," Severus explained in a quiet voice. Severus was about to say more when he heard Harry's stomach let out a loud growl.

"I think it's time for breakfast."

When they arrived in the dining room, Harry was surprised to find that the meal was already prepared. Harry wondered if he would he in trouble for not making breakfast but decided not to say anything in case his father had forgotten. After all, the man had just discovered he'd had a son, maybe he'd be distracted enough to allow Harry to even eat something.

"Please, eat something, Harry. I'm not like your relatives. I want you to eat regular meals," Severus informed Harry, as he handed a plate of food to Harry. Harry stared at the food; he'd been planning on taking a few pieces of toast when no one was looking but he wasn't actually expecting to be given food. This had never happened before and Harry was overjoyed.

"As long as I'm good, I get to eat?" Harry asked as he took his food to the table and began eating. Severus stared at his son with a look of bewilderment.

"I don't care if you are good, bad or a straight up nightmare; I will never take food away from you. You are a growing child and require a balanced diet to grow and learn. To take meals away is a crime," Severus informed Harry who was shocked. The Dursleys had told him you were only required to feed the kids you wanted. Harry wondered what else his relatives had lied about. After all, they'd lied about magic, his parents, their requirement to actually provide food for Harry.

"What chores will I be doing here?" Harry asked, looking around the large kitchen; the bedroom he'd been in was large like the rest of the rooms in this massive house probably were. Harry knew it would take him forever to clean this house from top to bottom. Harry was probably going to have to learn how to function on little to no sleep to be able to get everything done.

"I don't expect any chores from you. All I ask is that you eat balanced meals, make good marks in school, and don't put yourself into danger," Severus said quietly but firmly. "But even if you break those rules, you will only be grounded to your room or have to write lines."

Harry stared at Severus with a look of shock. He wasn't sure if he believed him or what his motives were but this seemed too good to be true. What was the catch?

"No offence but that seems too good to be true. There has to be a catch," Harry said; no one has ever offered him such luxuries before and Harry wondered if this was a trick set up by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. They have done something like this before and Harry wasn't falling for any tricks again. He'd grown to question everything that was offered to him. He stared at Severus with his eyebrow raised and waited to hear the catch.