Chapter 2
What most people were unaware of was that Lily and Severus were married and the marriage to James was a set up, Severus had been the groom disguised as James Potter. Indoors Lily was Lily Snape and in public she was Lily Potter. Severus hated that his wife had to be hidden in plain sight; he loved her with all his heart. Still it had not stopped, it was a bitter time when Harrison Alexander Snape was taken into hiding with Lily, but in a way he was glad his wife and child would survive the war.
After only a week the world came crashing down around him, his wife died, as did James. Sirius was sentenced to Azkaban and Lupin drowned in grief. Severus had got Harry from the house but before he could do anything he was detained in Azkaban too, until Dumbledore got him out and by then his son had been placed at his aunt's.
He had told Dumbledore that he was going for his son, but Dumbledore had talked him out of it. Telling Severus that his son would be kept alive there and Dumbledore had told the truth, he was alive. Dumbledore did not tell Snape that he would be taken care of or anything, just that he would be alive, so he could never be accused of lying to the man.
Severus had protested "But my son will think he is a Potter, I don't want him thinking that!" said Severus not caring that he was whining. It was bad enough that Lily, his wife, pretended to be James Potter's wife, but for his son to be Harry James Potter, he didn't want that and didn't like it at all.
"Well we can tell him when he is old enough to understand Severus. How about when he is sixteen?" he asked gently.
Severus still grief-struck just nodded miserably. He was never going to get to see his son, but agreed with Dumbledore. 'You will be safe and happy there my son. I am sorry I will never be there for you, my beautiful little boy' was what Severus thought before he drank himself into oblivion.
Several years later, though he would not admit it he still loved and wanted to see his cherished boy, he was a part of him and Lily. Not having a bright spot in his life, he soon became cold and unfeeling and by the time Harry was ten years old, he bullied children as if they were the cause of his pain. Some part of Severus knew he was being stupid, but it was unfair they were allowed to be brought up by their parents and he was not allowed to bring up his son.
Every time his son landed himself in the hospital wing, he was there. First year after the Philosopher's Stone debacle, after him nearly being killed by the basilisk and saving the Weasley girl, he was too annoyed to be anywhere near his son. He was there also when he was in his third year, after the resurrection of the Dark Lord, although Harry was unaware of this each time.
Sometimes he could not bear Lily's eyes looking at him with hatred and distain, his own son's staring at him with loathing. It was Dumbledore who had talked him into treating Harry so badly, because of all the Death Eater Juniors and Death Eater's children that were coming. On the first day of class he really was mad; his son should be good at potions. It was a bitter night for him to realise he would never have a son to make potions with.
He could not deny that he was disappointed that his son was put into Gryffindor either. No Snape had ever been sorted into any house other than Slytherin. At the same time he saw his son grow up and do the impossible, defying the odds repeatedly, making him more and more proud of his son. He could still remember the panic he felt when Harry disappeared after the third task. The first thought Severus had when he could shake out of his shock and panic was 'I'm never going to get to tell my son that he is not James Potter's son but mine'. He had never been more relieved in his whole life when Harry came back. As time drew on he knew soon Harry would know that James Potter was not his father. No matter how many times Dumbledore spoke to him, Severus would not shift. He wanted a relationship with his child and was not going to take no for an answer.
When the time came, it did not go the way he wanted it to. He went back to his quarters and drank then cried himself into oblivion; his own son wanted nothing to do with him, his own flesh of blood. He had sworn he would not be like his dad and hurt his child; by the looks of things he had done a very bad job. He cried because of the loss. He had thought it might happen but was not any more prepared for the pain it caused now his own son had shunned. He was not going to give up he would try and get his son to have a relationship with him. He didn't know why his son did not want anything to do with him, and he would not understand for a long time to come but by then it would perhaps be too late to do anything about it.
Harry was bored of sitting in his room reading. He had finished his book and dared not read the others. Rolling off the bed he crept silently out of the room. Hearing voices he practically tip toed to the door and listened. Thanks to the extendable ears he heard what they were saying and crept around the door frame to see them properly.
"Headmaster are you sure that is wise?" he heard McGonagall ask.
"Yes, Minerva," said Dumbledore, looking over his spectacles at her.
"What about Severus and Harry?" asked Minerva.
"I would not worry about them; Harry wants nothing to do with him. I'm pleased that is how it's all turned out. I would hate to have to kill Severus just so Harry would only depend on me. I need all the information I can get," said Dumbledore.
"What about the prophecy Albus? What will you do if he finds out!" asked McGonagall.
"Don't worry yourself Minerva he won't find out. Now I will just get Harry back to the Dursleys and tell Severus that Harry chose to go back," said Dumbledore, putting a lemon drop in his mouth.
"What about what he said to you all? Molly was going on about how she should have not let her sons near him," said McGonagall.
"Ah, he told us to go to hell and stay out of his life, those were his exact words. I will have to get Hermione and Ron too keep a closer eye on him this year. Hermione was so easy to turn against Harry, books and authority figures were all it took. She thinks what she is doing is right and a wee bit of money to the Weasley's and they are wrapped around my finger," said Dumbledore his twinkle back in full force.
"Are you going to be able to kill Mr Potter when the time comes, if he doesn't kill Voldemort in his seventh year?" asked McGonagall not knowing if she wanted the answer.
"Of course I will Minerva. One child is not worth the innocence of the wizarding world. I think I will make it look like Draco Malfoy did it. Hmm, so Severus will be alone and always do what I ask him too do, I do not like his defiance; he tries too hard to break to my will. This surely will do it, without his son and godson he will have no reason to live," said Dumbledore.
Minerva nodded her head. Harry put his wand on his temple and put the silvery string into his snake pendant pensive. Unless you told them no one would ever know of its dual purpose. Then he put his wand back into his waistband and crept back up the stairs.
Before he could get there he heard an "Oblivate". Dumbledore had only just realised Harry was there when he began creeping away, and was angry with the little bugger. Though his memory still in the pensive he walked back to his room forgetting the conversation.
The headmaster soon came into his room, not even knocking making Harry snarl
"Don't you know how to knock?"
"Enough of that Harry Potter, now!" said Dumbledore his voice booming in the room.
"Unless you are forgetting headmaster, Sirius left everything to me meaning this house too, and I can kick you out. All it takes is a piece of paper and a letter to Gringotts and I could have the goblins forcibly remove you from my home" said Harry enjoying the headmaster paling expression, because what Harry said was true.
Harry quickly got up of his bed and walked over to the headmaster. "How long have you known that the Dursley's abused me? You knew as soon as I was left there that I would be mistreated didn't you? After all, it would make it easier to control me and turn me into the puppet that you used to have, eh? Well congratulations, it worked. Only you don't have a puppet anymore because I will not let you use me. I will kill Voldemort's on my own terms," said Harry.
Walking out of the room with his trunk he exited Grimmauld place, and further away from the people he had once trusted. He left a dumfounded Dumbledore standing in his room, and a shocked McGonagall at the bottom of the stairs.
He got the knight bus back to Magnolia Crescent and got Stan to shrink his trunk. He walked back up to Privet Drive and into number four, to his own personal prison. It was not so bad as long as he had food and he read another book before falling asleep.
At the same time Dumbledore knocked on Severus door, adopting a subdued look. Severus answered looking more miserable than he had ever seen him ever.
"Severus, Harry has decided to go back to Privet Drive to be with his Aunt and Uncle my boy, so you won't have to come back to Grimmauld place," said the headmaster as if he did not have a care in the world. If Severus had looked closer he would have seen a lot of malicious glee behind those blue twinkling eyes.
Severus just nodded and 'BOOM' the quarter's door was banged shut and silencing spells were put up. Severus then had the angriest fit he had ever had, breaking everything he owned. Throwing them, smashing them, releasing the anger he had pent up inside, all the while remembering the times he had Lily and the first year and a half of his son's life, his decision to leave him. All he could think before he passed out was 'Lily would be disappointed in me; I've hurt our son. My hands hurt. It was not supposed to be like this!' then sleep claimed him.
Both Harry and Severus woke up, at the same time, both feeling depressed and lonely. Severus could not believe how badly his son had reacted to the news of his parentage. Harry was depressed again, wondering what he had done when he was just born to make his dad hate him, wondering again why he would want to try? Just to stab him in the back? Kill him? Then tell him as he lay there dying that only fools wear their hearts on his sleeve, to hurt him the worst way imaginable? His dad didn't think he was that stupid did he? Mind you, all he had ever done is soak up any love that was given to him.
Harry dressed in his new clothes, and grabbing his wand and money he went shopping. Entering many shops he bought various muggle things before he walked past a shop with guns. His eyes went wide, 'guns!' thought Harry 'wonder if they work on wizards?' With a smirk he walked in to the shop shutting the door with a 'BANG!'
Before he knew it someone came out grunting. "This is no place for a kid!" said the man.
"I'm seventeen and from Saint Brutus Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys" smirked Harry thinking 'who would have thought that would come in handy'.
"And I want some guns and I want them now!" growled Harry; after all he didn't look like Harry Potter any more.
"Yes, sir!" said the man, going right into the back. Harry rifled through the catalogue looking for anything useful. He was about to shut it when he saw something, a bomb. A smirk spread across his face, oh yes he was going to have some fun. After all, he knew where Malfoy Manor was as well as many other manors all thanks to Voldemort for showing him. With his connection to Voldemort he would be able to get in.
When the man came back out with the Tommy guns, he grinned maliciously. Nodding his head, he said pointing to the catalogue. "I want ten of those bombs!" looking like he was enjoying the sick look on the man's face. Then he broke out in a grin and got all of them that were already made. Making sure they would not go off accidentally he took them all, and paid one million pounds for them all. Getting the Tommy gun and gold guns as well as silver, was very expensive. The man smirked as Harry left. Whether it was because he had gotten so much money or that cleared Harry out, he was unaware that Harry had more money than just that.
It was obvious that the bombs were manufactured in another country, there was more than just one language plus the instructions were in German. He was just lucky that he understood the diagrams.
Harry immediately went home, got a note pad and began noting down the places that he remembered Death Eaters meeting. Riddle Manor being one of them. Getting dressed in black, gym rubbers, invisibility cloak and his bag with the two bombs and a gun, he left, taking his wand with him
He summoned the Night Bus and asked Stan to take him to "Riddle manor Little Hangleton please."
Before he knew it, the bus was moving, dropping the passengers off according to where they were going. Soon it was Harry's turn and he got off with a quick goodbye, knowing Snape would not be there.
He walked in and within five minutes of being there he heard the snake hiss threateningly at him "I will eat you for coming here boy. It's been long since I fed of human blood. Yes I smell blood. Amazing, you're not scared. Hmm. Not the same," hissed Nagini.
"You better get out of here Nagini, this place is a goner" hissed Harry. He didn't know why he was warning the snake, he just was. The snake listened to him anyway. As he walked along the halls, Death Eaters littered the area and a family of muggles lay dead in the middle after they had been the entertainment.
"I will do this for you. Rest in peace," he said to the nameless and faceless people that had been killed. He put the first bomb in the dungeons. Walking right up to the top of the building, making sure he had the detonators his pocket, he heard noises. He was trapped. Taking out his bow and arrows, all coated in poison, he pulled back the string. He waited and it was not long before there were three people in the room. Before they could even curse him, they all had poisoned arrows in their chests. After gurgling a few times they died.
Carefully he walked back down, thankful that he got out of there without being seen. He ended up in the graveyard that Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort had been reborn in. Taking the detonators out, knowing they were armed, he pressed them both. He was knocked down with the blast and Riddle manor burned to the ground taking over fifty Death Eaters with it. It was then that the Aurors began apparating in.
Harry apparated away, right into his bedroom and flopping down on his bed with a sigh he said, "Where will I go next?"