Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Note: To those who accused me of copying Shadowarwen's (Amy's) SIB story; I have been in contact with both Amy and Amy's beta-reader, Nita. Both have read and approved what I have posted and the below chapter. Feel free to e-mail me if you have further concerns.

Harry Snape

Chapter Eleven

The next day word spread that Professor Cage had been fired; though no one really know why except for Harry, Severus, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron, Draco and Hermione.

Currently Harry was sitting on the couch doing some make up work for his classes. He had been excused from classes and decided to stay in his father's rooms. Looking at the clock he realized classes were almost over and knew his father would be back soon.

He wasn't really looking forward to his Dad coming back to the rooms because he knew he would want to talk; probably about everything that had been going on for the past few months; which was something he did not want to do. He was still too confused about everything. He still didn't know how he felt about the man he had always known as his father.

Severus Snape was the man he had always called 'father' and 'dad.' He was the man who had raised him along with his mother. He had taught him how to fly a broom as well as many other skills he knew. He was the man whom Harry had always done his best to please. And he was the one who Harry had always been able to talk to; until now.

He couldn't explain why he felt that he could no longer talk to his father. He couldn't explain why learning he wasn't a Snape by blood changed so much for him.

It didn't necessarily change his life, in a physical sense. Classes still continued, he still spent time with his friends, he still did homework and wrote letters home to his mother and Corbin. On the outside, things still seemed the same.

But learning he was adopted did change things. At least for him. He didn't know if he could trust his father, or his mother, for that matter. Both had lied to him. He felt betrayed by neither of them telling him he was adopted.

Granted, it would have still been difficult for him to accept, but somehow he felt it would have been easier than it was now.

He still loved his father; still called him 'Dad' and 'Father' in his thoughts, even though he didn't want to, at least for now.

He didn't know how to explain any of this to anyone; and that too, bothered him.

Harry looked up as he heard the portrait door open and then heard it close and the soft footsteps of his father draw nearer. He felt his heart pace quicken a bit in nervousness.

Severus came through the doorway and shrugged off his teaching robe and placed it on the coat hanger. He knew Harry was in the living room and had been doing his homework. He also knew that he needed to have a heart to heart talk with him, and Harry wasn't looking forward to it; but it needed to be done.

"Harry," he acknowledged as he entered the living room and sat across from him on the over stuffed chair.

"Hi, Dad," Harry said softly. Severus could almost feel the nervousness flowing off his son in waves. Harry had masterfully avoided talking with everyone up until this point.

"We need to talk," Severus said firmly looking Harry in the eyes.

Harry just nodded in acceptance.

"Do you want your mother to be here?"

After several moments of thought Harry silently shook his head.

"Why didn't you come to me strait after you left your detention last night?" Severus asked baffled. "I instructed you to come to me – or even Dumbledore or Minerva – if something happened while you were around Cage. You promised you would."

Harry answered, but it was too low for him to hear.

"Please speak louder."

"Because if I told someone then I'd have to talk to you," Harry said loudly enough for him to hear, though he kept his eyes fixed on his hands.

"You could have asked to just speak with your mother. That would have been better then this going unchecked."

Harry shook his head. "No, it wouldn't. She would have wanted to talk about everything else too." He didn't need to elaborate because he knew his dad knew he meant his adoption. "You are too." It wasn't a question.

"You need to talk about this. I know you don't exactly trust me at the moment. But, I love you and I don't want you hurt. Would talking to a doctor help?" Severus was literally grasping at straws. He was at his wit's end on helping Harry.

"I don't want to talk to some stranger," Harry answered adamantly.

"Then will you talk to your mother or my self? We used to be able to talk about anything."

"I can't. I don't know what to say or how to explain anything," Harry breathed. He really wanted out of here, now.

"Just start from anywhere," Severus suggested. "Say anything. I don't care what it is, I just don't want you to keep everything inside."

"Why?" Harry asked tersely.

Severus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know it may not seem like it, but it'll hurt you keeping it inside and I rather that not happen."

He didn't know exactly how to explain the damage that could possibly happen if Harry kept everything to himself. There were so many other ways for his feelings to come out and none of them were good.

"But what I'm thinking...what I'm feeling...it doesn't make sense. How can I talk about it when I don't know how to describe anything!" Harry asked angrily.

"Just talk about anything. Maybe if you tell someone, it'll start to make more sense," Severus suggested, staring Harry straight in the eyes. He watched as Harry's expression changed to a somewhat pained expression, as though what he was thinking was causing him physical pain. It hurt him to see that and he almost stopped his questioning of his son, but he knew it had to be done sometime.

"I can't," Harry repeated after a moment.

"Why?"

When Harry didn't answer he continued, "Is it because you don't want to hurt your mother or me?" After a moment Harry nodded shakily. "I don't care about that. Scream at us, yell; just let what your feeling out," he pleaded.

"Dad, Harry?" A voice behind them spoke. It was Sydney and Evan.

Harry abruptly stood and made his way out of the room, ignoring his father's calls.

Severus sighed and rubbed at his face.

"What's going on?" asked Sydney. "Is Harry okay?"

Severus eyed his two children for a moment. 'It is time they know,' he thought. Standing up, he got some floo powder off the mantle and threw it in and called home. Lily's head appeared a moment later.

"Severus?" Lily asked concerned.

"Lil's, could you come here?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Just come here and I'll explain."

At Lily's nod he stepped away from the fire place; a moment later the flames burst green and Lily stepped through.

"Hi, Mum!" Sydney said as she hugged her mother, happy to see her.

"Hi Sydney, Evan," Lily said smiling at both of them before throwing a questioning glance at her husband.

"Let's talk," was all he would say before moving toward the hallway and back to his room.

"We'll be right back," Lily said to her children before following her husband.

Once she entered his room the door was closed and Severus threw a privacy spell at it.

"What's going on?"

Severus sighed, looking weary and tired. "We need to tell Sydney and Evan."

"I was hoping to wait till Christmas break," breathed Lily.

"I know, so was I. But maybe they can help; maybe they can help him. I know they won't alienate him."

"Okay," Lily answered before opening the door and walking with her husband to the living room and their waiting children.

"What's going on?" Evan spoke first from his spot on the couch next to Sydney.

"We have to tell you something about your brother," Severus spoke.

Sydney seemed to stiffen a little. "Is Harry okay?" She asked worriedly.

Lily smiled reassuringly at her daughter, "Yes, he's okay. He's not hurt."

Severus sighed and glanced at his wife. He could see that she dreaded this conversation too.

"Well, what is it then?" Evan asked, worried about his older brother. He had noticed how Harry had distanced himself from the rest of the family.

"Let's just start at the beginning," Lily said, sighing. "Before you were born, I was married to my friend, James Potter."

"James? The guy you've talked about?" Sydney asked and Lily nodded.

"We married just out of Hogwarts. When the war came we went into hiding with our son."

"Your son! You have another child?" Sydney asked her eyes wide in surprise.

"Harry's the child she is speaking of." Severus spoke.

Bother Sydney and Evan looked too shocked to speak. Their mouths gapping open and closed. Finally Evan spoke, his voice showing his shock.

"Harry? Harry's James' son! Lily nodded.

"Then how-?" He continued.

"James died in the attack by Voldemort. Your mother and I married about a year later, and I adopted Harry."

"And this… this is what's been going on? What's been bothering Harry?" Evan asked.

"Yes," their mother answered sadly.

"Why haven't you told us before now?" asked Sydney.

"There never seemed to be a right time to tell any of you. And Harry's being adopted made no difference to me about him. He's my son, maybe not by blood, but he is my son, same as both of you," Severus spoke quietly.

"Then why is it bothering him so much?" Sydney asked in confusion.

"I think," spoke Lily, "That with everything that has happened over the last few years, this is more difficult for him to accept."

"So his birth name was Harry Potter?" Sydney asked curiously, having read about it in books.

"And he defeated the Dark Lord?" She asked, awed at the notion.

"Yes."

"What can we do?" Evan asked, ready to help his brother. It was strange to learn that Harry was adopted by their Dad, and that his was James' son and that their mother had been married previously; but it didn't change that Harry was his brother and that he loved him and would help him however he could.

"Just be there for him." Severus answered. At their nods he sighed, relieved.

Harry ran to his dormitory after the conversation with his father was interrupted. He got his knife and handkerchief from his trunk and closed the hangings around his bed. It scared him that his cutting was more frequent now, but it was something that made him feel better.

When he was done he slid the knife back into his trunk.

The door to the dormitory opened and Ron stepped through.

"Hey, Harry!"

"Hey, Ron," Harry answered as he pulled his sleeve down so Ron wouldn't see the cuts. "How did classes go?"

"Pretty good, actually. I think all the teachers were distracted by Professor Cage being fired because we got to slack off a little."

Harry smiled. "I'll bet 'Mione was displeased."

"Very, she even asked McGonagall for more homework!" Ron sat down on his own bed across from Harry. "Can you believe it! Who would ask for more homework!"

"Only Hermione," Harry answered, shaking his head, amused.

"What's that?" Ron asked standing up and motioning to something on Harry's bed. The handkerchief! Harry paled.

"Umm…nothing," he lied. Harry's mind was racing, trying to come up with a story to tell Ron. He knew Ron wouldn't leave it alone otherwise.

"There's blood on it."

"Yeah," Harry breathed, trying to calm his nerves. "I used it last night to stop some of the bleeding," he said, referring to the cut's he'd gotten last night during detention.

Ron winced in remembrance. "Is it okay now?"

"Yeah, it's gone." Harry smiled, happy that Ron believed him. He quashed the guilty feeling. He hated lying.

A week later

Harry tiredly rubbed at his eyes. He knew he needed to go back to the common room soon because it was almost curfew time. Sighing, for probably the millionth time that day he gathered the books he would need to finish his homework and extra credit work.

He left the books he didn't need anymore on the table, knowing they, along with every other book left out. would be placed in they're rightful place due to a spell. This spell wasn't activated until after the library was closed so most students didn't know about it.

He only knew about it because he had woken up really late one night when he was eight from a nightmare. He had decided to search for his father and remembered being told earlier that he would be doing research late; and the logical place to find someone researching was the library.

When he'd entered the library he had to jump back so he wouldn't be hit by one of the thick tombs that went whizzing by. Books were flying all over and towards the book shelves.

Later, when he'd found his father in the teachers rooms he'd asked about it. His father had explained the spell.

After making sure he had all the books he needed, he slung his bag over his shoulder. He found Madam Prince hovering over a list at her desk. Clearing his throat, he gained her attention.

"I'm going to check these out." She nodded after looking them over. "Good night," he told her before quietly leaving the library.

His thoughts drifted to the past week. Potions class was still cancelled, though his father had created an evening class for those interested in continuing potions until a new teacher was appointed.

His father taught the class. There was only about ten students in the class on a regular basis. Harry and his friends had gone when their work load permitted the time.

Harry hadn't visited his fathers rooms since their last talk, but he had seen his Dad. He still felt very confused about things. But he also felt a little better about them too.

After he had left his fathers rooms – after their talk – Evan and Sydney had visited him.

Well, rather, Sydney more-like dragged him out of the Gryffindor Tower and they met Evan in one of the abandoned classrooms.

He hadn't known what to think. They told him they knew of his adoption and it didn't mean a thing to them. He was still their brother and it changed nothing with them. They even joked about how funny it was that everyone knew who Harry Potter was, but didn't know he was Harry Potter. Somehow, that conversation made him feel better.

"Snape!" a voice hissed behind him, breaking him from his thoughts.'No, it couldn't be'

Turning around, he saw that it was. "Your not supposed to be on school grounds," he managed to say more confidently then he felt at the moment. Jack Cage stood by the wall in the shadows. Cage being here made Harry nervous.

"You got me fired," Cage said in the same tone of hiss.

"I didn't get you fired. You got yourself fired." Harry tried to shuffle the books to his left arm so he could reach his wand; hopefully without Cage noticing.

"Accio wand!" Cage cried and Harry's wand flew from his hand to Cages' own.

Harry gasped in surprise as his wand flew from his grasp, his last means to really protect himself. He glanced behind him. Maybe, just maybe, he could reach the other hallway and make a run for it.

Dropping his books and his bag he began running as fast as he could. He made it to the other hallway! He heard Cage growl behind him in aggravation. He almost made it the full length of the hallway when a arm clasped around him, sending them both to the ground. Harry struggled as best as he could but was unable to wriggle free.

"Stop moving!" hissed Cage pressing his wand at Harry's throat. Harry reluctantly stopped moving knowing the older man had the advantage.

"Stand up."

After Harry stood Cage grabbed his upper arm in a painful grip. Harry watched as his wand was tossed across the room. "Come on!" Cage hissed again and began leading Harry out of the darkened castle.

Reaching the outside, he was led to the edge of the forest. He could feel the cold of the night, winter wind nip at his unprotected face. He wasn't dressed to be outside at night during December. Cage began groping around his robes for something.

"Why are you doing this?" A hand was brought forcefully to his face in a slap.

"Shut up! Be quiet!" Cage said a little above a whisper. Harry could see his breath as he spoke in the cold air and shivered as he held a hand to his now stinging cheek.

Cage gave a happy cry as he pulled out what looked like an ordinary quill. Harry knew it wasn't just a quill and he felt the dread spread through him more. Cage touched the quill to Harry and whispered something Harry couldn't hear. He assumed it was the activation word. He felt the uncomfortable feeling of being jerked behind his navel. He felt sick, now certain it was a portkey.

His feet hit the floor, hard. He gasped and tried to gain his bearings.

"Where are we?" He asked, panicked that his voice now showed the fear he felt.

He looked around with wide eyes. The room was dark so he couldn't see much. There didn't seem to be any windows. He heard some shuffling next to him and knew Cage was moving. There was a whisper before light illuminated the room by wand. Harry blinked at the sudden light and let his eyes adjust before scanning the room again. Cage was to his right, his wand still trained on him. In front of him was a small mattress with a very thin blanket thrown over it. To his left was a blank wall but a stair case led upstairs; and behind him was a boarded up window.

"Where are we!" Harry asked again, looking back to Cage, who smiled. "Why are you doing this?" Harry continued, not daring to move. He knew the older man was a fully trained wizard and had a wand pointed at him; and Harry had no wand. The other man was bigger then him by several inches and in weight as well.

"Where we are doesn't really matter," Cage said in a calm voice, still grinning.

"Why did you take me?" asked Harry, almost desperate. He was frightened and confused and all he wanted was to be back at Hogwarts right now. He'd even be happy being in his Dad's rooms then being here.

Cage didn't answer right away. He seemed to be considering what to say and what not to say. There was a very smug air about him and that made Harry feel more nervous.

"Let's just say this has to do with your father," Cage said cryptically. Harry began trying to figure out what that meant.

"Is it because he was a Death Eater?" Harry asked, almost fearful of the answer. He was well aware that most of the Wizarding community weren't pleased with Severus Snape. He'd grown up dealing with that. "He was a spy," Harry defended. It wasn't the same as being a full fledged Death Eater! His Dad was trying to help the light side.

"Yes, and no," drawled Cage fingering his wand.

"What do you mean!"

Cage took a deep breath, before slowly releasing it. "That's none of your business," He said flatly.

"You took me from school!" Harry cried. "I think I have the right to know why. Is it because my Dad pushed to get you fired?"

Cage didn't answer. He just stared at him. Harry found it unnerving. "Sleep well, Snape," Cage said before moving to the stair case and climbing the stairs. After he closed the door, Harry heard several clicking sounds and knew they were locks. Harry heard another click and the lights turned out.

He stood up from the ground and climbed the stairs and tried to open the door, even though he knew it was locked. But he tried anyway, thinking maybe it would open. He knew it was wishful thinking.

When the door didn't open he began banging as hard as he could on it. He yelled for Cage to open it, to let him go; he even resorted to insulting Cage. But nothing brought Cage or anyone else. Harry assumed there weren't any people near by, or they would have heard his cries. Finally, he stopped. His knuckles were various colors from hitting the door. Some were even bleeding. He descended the wooden stair case and moved toward the worn mattress, pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them before he let himself cry.

Severus walked the halls deeply in thought. He was mentally planning his lessons for the next week. They had to cram, now that holiday break was coming in a few weeks and the students would be leaving for home until after the first of January.

He was looking forward to the holidays himself. School years were always hectic. He didn't get to spend any real quality time with his family. But during the holidays, maybe they could relax.

Thoughts of spending time with his family led him to thinking of his eldest son. Harry seemed better. He still wasn't talking to them about his thoughts or feelings on the subject of his adoption; but he seemed in lighter spirits. Severus didn't have any proof of this; but he suspected Evan and Sydney had spoken to him shortly after they themselves learned of their brother's adoption.

Turning the corner he frowned as he saw books littering the hallway. 'Kid drops their books and are too lazy to pick them up at the very least!'He thought irritably. He began gathering the books. No sense in leaving them there to get kicked around or tripped over. His arms loaded with a stack of book he left the room and almost tripped over something else. Looking down he saw it was a wand and frowned. Shifting the books to one arm he bent down and picked up the wand. He couldn't fathom why someone would leave their wand. He gasped as he recognized the wand as Harry's.

Dropping the books he quickly made his way to Albus' so they could find Harry and see what was going on. His mind raced with questions. Where was Harry? Why would he leave his wand? Was he okay? What could have happened?

Harry jerked awake as he heard steps nearing. He couldn't believe he'd actually fallen asleep and berated himself for doing so. Sleeping was not the safest of things to do right now. He felt exhausted even though he had managed to sleep. He knew he couldn't have been asleep for more then two or three hours.

"Wake up, sleepy head," came the mocking voice of Cage. Harry bit back a groan. If he was to be stuck here, he didn't want to also deal with the maniac wizard.

He just wished someone would come get him; but he knew no one knew where he was. He didn't even know where he was.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, braver then he felt. He bit his tongue realizing that snapping at the man probably wasn't the wisest of decisions.

"Now, now," Cage said calmly pulling his wand out. "That's not a way to greet someone. I guess I'll just have to teach you that lesson, as your father obviously hasn't." He mocked. "Crucis!"

Harry felt like needles were stabbing him everywhere. He couldn't catch his breath. He tried not to scream out from the pain. He didn't know how long the spell was kept, but once it ended he was left gasping for breath. He was glad he hadn't cried out; somehow that made him feel better.

"I'll come back and hopefully you will have learned your manners," Cage said looking down his nose at the boy laying on the worn mattress. "Or, we'll just have to repeat the process."

And with that he left the room, locking the door.

It was the next day when Cage reentered the room. Harry sat up as soon as he heard the man coming down the stairs. Cage didn't say anything as he laid a plastic plate in front of Harry. It had a half a sandwich on it. A plastic cup of water followed.

"Eat," Cage instructed.

Harry didn't move. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?" He asked again. His voice was rough from disuse and tiredness.

"Your father was one of us," Cage said after a moment.

"You're a Death Eater?" asked Harry.

"Yes," came the reply.

"You're angry because he wasn't a true follower of the Dark Lord," Harry summarized. He knew how much Death Eaters – the true ones – hated the traitors.

"Yes, but that's not why I did this," Cage motioned toward Harry and the room.

"Why then?" Harry was glad he was finally getting some answers, but that didn't take any of his fear away. He just wanted to be home with his family.

"In your fifth year, you went to the ministry; do you remember?" Cage asked knowingly.

Harry nodded, his hair falling into his face.

"During the fight your father," he spat. "killed someone."

Harry didn't show any sign he'd heard Cage, but Cage knew the boy was listening attentively.

"He killed my son," Cage continued, his voice growing harsh. He reached out and grabbed Harry's hair, his fingers twisting at it painfully, causing Harry to wince. "And I plan to take the same from him."

Harry flinched, both at the words and the feeling of the man's breath on his cheek.

"W-why aren't I already d-dead then?" Harry managed to get out, not really wanting to know, but at the same time needing to know.

"What would be the fun of that?" Cage asked rhetorically. "I want your father to suffer for the loss he cost me. Giving it a week or two, before they find your body, would definitely achieve that, wouldn't it?"

Harry shivered and gasped as the man let go of his hair before leaving the room.

He looked at the food that was taunting him. He had been hungry; but he wasn't now. He felt sick.

Severus stared into the fire in his rooms. Two days had passed since he'd found his son's wand and books and they hadn't come any closer to locating Harry. They didn't even know what exactly had happened. He was missing; they knew that much.

It was believed that someone took Harry somewhere, but to where, or who took him, no one knew for certain. Severus hadn't slept in the past two days. Lily and Corbin had come to stay at Hogwarts with him. He didn't want to leave the school because he wanted to know anything they found out on Harry's disappearance as soon as word hit the school. He had even helped search the Forbidden Forest for hours on end.

He looked down as he felt someone shifting. Evan, Sydney and Corbin were laying all around him. Evan lay on the floor beneath his feet, and Corbin and Sydney lay on either side of him. Lily was sleeping in the bedroom.

He knew this was difficult on them. He couldn't imagine what Sydney, Evan and Corbin felt. Sydney cried herself to sleep every night since they'd learned Harry was missing. Corbin also cried often and asked when Harry would be coming home. Evan brooded quietly; and when he wasn't brooding, he was yelling.

He just hoped and prayed his eldest son was okay. He couldn't imagine losing him.

Almost a week had passed since he'd been taken. Harry didn't know how he felt. It was surreal. He felt numb, afraid, terrified, all at the same time. He wanted to scream, to throw things. He wanted to be home in his own bed. He wanted to feel safe; he felt anything but right now.

Cage visited daily with a half a sandwich and a cup of water. Harry only ate a few bites of his sandwich; he didn't have much of an appetite.

He'd tried escaping several times, but was unsuccessful with each attempt. The door was always locked when Cage wasn't in the room, and it was too thick to break down. The only thing he accomplished was injuring his hands worse.

He had even tried running past Cage, but Cage was too quick for him.

Each attempt had ended in being hurt. He was either hit or the cruciatus curse was cast on him.

He'd been working on trying to free the wood covering from the only window, but he hadn't been able to get them off the window.

Harry lay gasping on the ground once again. He was really getting tired of this routine. Cage had just left the room and locked the door firmly behind him. He'd just been told it wouldn't be much longer until Cage completed his plans. When he'd told Cage he'd never get away with it, the cruciatus curse was cast yet again.

Pushing himself up, Harry began looking around. He needed to find a way out! The only thing he could think was trying the boarded window again. He had taken one of the buttons of his shirt off and tried to use that to loosen the boards by putting it in the groves of the nails. That had worked a little, but it was difficult with his already injured hands. But he needed to try.

He worked for what he assumed to be an hour, and his hands were bleeding freely now. He gasped as he felt the board move. Pulling again, he felt it move further. After several more pulls, the board finally came loose. He resisted the urge to cry out in relief and happiness. He now had a way out! Laying the board against the wall he pushed the window open.

The window was several inches higher then he was, so he grasped the edge and tried to lift himself. He was gasping from the pain in his hands but managed to lift himself up to the window, and after several moments, out of the window.

Looking around he found himself in a wooded area. Snow covered the ground. There was a road towards the front of the house but he doubted anyone passed by very often. Deciding on what to do, he began to walk into the snowy woods and was glad when there didn't seem to be anyone following him.

Harry had walked for several hours. His legs hurt, especially after being cooped up in the small basement. His lungs hurt because of the cold air he was breathing and he found it hard to keep his breath. His fingers were numb from the cold and he felt so tired he just wanted a warm bed.

He froze as he heard footsteps in the snow. His breath quickened. 'Please don't be Cage! Please don't be Cage! Please don't be Cage!'he thought desperately.

"Good Lord," came an older mans voice. Harry didn't dare move. He found himself too afraid to move.

The footsteps neared and finally, when the man was only feet away, Harry tried to move further. He didn't manage to get far because he tripped, landing in the cold snow.

The man knelt down in front of him, realizing the boy was afraid of him. The boy looked to be in his late teens. Shoulder length black hair, a bruise on his left cheek and another large one on his neck. He looked a right mess and terrified. The old man wondered what had happened to this boy.

"Kid, are you okay?" He asked softly.

Harry slowly looked at the man's face. He was an older man, with grey hair and wrinkles lining his face, but his eyes were kind. He was dressed in a thick coat and blue jeans and wore walking boots. He obviously wasn't Cage.

Harry didn't answer.

"Come on, I won't hurt you," the man spoke after a moment. "Will you come back to my home, get warmed up and maybe a little to eat? My wife is a really good cook."

Harry considered the man for several moments. It sounded good, but would he be safe? He realized he didn't really have the strength to go much further. Finally he nodded reluctantly.

The man slid off his coat and moved closer to Harry and helped him to stand. He wrapped his coat around the boy and began to lead him back to his home.

Entering the cabin Harry felt the warmth on his face. It felt good. There was the smell of bread being cooked and it smelled great. The man led Harry to the couch and draped a thick quilt blanket over him.

"I'll be right back, and we'll get you fixed right up," the man said before leaving the room. Harry could hear soft talking before two people entered the room; the man and a woman with her grey, white hair pulled into a pony tail. She didn't have as many wrinkles as the man – her husband, assumed Harry – she wore jeans and a baggy red and green sweater.

"Hello there," she smiled as she approached him. "My name is Sara Wilson..."

The man interrupted. "My name's John."

The woman gave him a look before continuing. "What's your name?"

"H-Harry," he said in a small voice. He hated how it sounded to his own ears; like he was a small child.

"Well, Harry," she continued, "How about my husband fix you up, and I'll get you something to eat. You look starved."

Harry felt starved, but he wasn't too sure about eating something these people gave him. He'd much rather eat something his mother gave him. It did sound good to get his hands looked at though.

When he didn't answer, Mrs. Wilson continued. "Is there something specific you'd prefer to eat?"

Harry shook his head.

Mr. Wilson got the medical kit and began cleaning his wounds. He gasped when he saw his hands but didn't ask any questions. He cleaned the wounds as best he could before wrapping them in gauze. Mrs. Wilson reentered the room shortly thereafter with a bowl of warm chicken soup and a piece of bread.

When he didn't immediately begin to eat, just staring at it, Mr. Wilson spoke. "Go ahead. It isn't like it's poisoned or nothing. You'll feel better after you've got something in your belly. Then we'll try locating your folks."

Harry slowly began to eat. He didn't manage to eat much, but he did have to agree that he felt much better now that he was warmer and his hands didn't hurt as bad.

"Who are your parents?" Mrs. Wilson asked calmly.

"L-Lily and Severus Snape," he answered hesitantly.

"Professor Severus Snape?" Mr. Wilson asked, familiar with the name. Harry nodded almost fearfully.

"What happened to ya? They been saying you were taken from Hogwarts," Mr. Wilson asked.

"Your wizards!" Harry asked, his mind now catching up with how they knew about his father being a professor.

"Yes," Mrs. Wilson answered. "But we haven't had much to do with the Wizarding world for years now. We do get the Daily Prophet; that's how we knew about your disappearance," she elaborated.

"I was taken to a cabin," Harry continued. "A basement. I got out through the window."

"Why don't you rest now?" Mr. Wilson suggested, seeing how tense the boy in front of them had gotten. "We'll contact yer parents. You'll see them soon."

Harry was reluctant to sleep. He was extremely tired and found it hard to keep his eyes open, but he didn't want to be caught unaware by Cage finding him.

"Your safe here," Mrs. Wilson said soothingly, pulling another blanket out and laying it over Harry. "We won't let anyone hurt you."

It wasn't long after that Harry fell into an exhausted slumber.

Sitting at the dining table, the Snapes ate quietly. Very little was said leaving, them all to their thoughts. Corbin, who didn't fully understand what was going on, other then his brother, Harry was missing, just watched everyone pick at their food.

Everyone jumped when they heard a rapid knocking. Severus stood and let the knocker in. It was Sirius and Remus. They both looked like they had ran the whole way to the Snape quarters. "Can we speak to you and Lily for a moment?" Remus asked. Lily nodded and stood and followed the men out of the room. Sirius threw a silencing spell up so the kids couldn't listen in.

"What's going on?" Lily asked alarmed. Did this have to do with her son?

"Dumbledore just recieved a fire call. It was from an older couple claiming Harry is at their house. Said they found him wondering through the woods around their house," Sirius said quickly.

"Is he okay?" Severus asked his heart racing.

"They say he's okay," Remus answered.

"Let's go get him!" Lily said excitedly.

"We'll watch your kids," Sirius offered. "Just bring Harry home."

Severus nodded politely before leaving the room. Sirius disabled the silencing spell. Lily, Remus and Sirius followed Severus into the dining room.

"What's going on?" Evan asked, looking annoyed.

"Uncle Remus and Sirius came to tell us they believe Harry has been found. All we have to do is go get him," Lily answered.

"Is he okay?" Sydney asked looking excited and happy and ready to cry.

"We believe so," their Dad answered carefully.

"Can we go?" Sydney asked.

"No, honey, but you can see him when he's back here." Sydney was obviously disappointed by the answer, but also seemed to understand.

End of Chapter Eleven

A/N: Hello again everyone! I hope you like this chapter and please reaview!

Note: If you have any concerns contact either myself or Nita (shadowarwen's beta-reader).

2-Note: Thank you so much Nita and Amy. I again appologise for the trouble my last chapter caused, but I appriciate your time and patience!