The New Prophecy

Chapter 11

Severus and Alex didn't know how long they sat there, just comforting each other. Severus still could not believe what had been disclosed tonight. He was a descendant of Slytherin and his son was the heir of Ravenclaw and Slytherin and, through adoption, Gryffindor.

His son, was all he could think as years of what Harry had done came back to him. Severus felt his heart fill with pride, his beautiful young boy had turned into a leader. It was his son that had caught Dumbldore at it when no one else had. All he could think was, 'How the hell did he find out?' That made him think about all the times he had played the hero and saved the day as the years went by.

……Getting the stone, fighting Voldermort……..

...getting told Alex had defeated a basilisk and killed voldermort again in the staff room the pride he felt at that…..

…..being told what Alex heard when dementors get close the storm that had made him nearly loose Alex…..

…..his son battling a dragon, the fright he felt when he was facing it not understanding why he felt that way…….

…..his son going under the lake, getting everyone out, at the time he thought that it was a stupid Gryffindor thing now he knew he was ready to burst with

pride…..

……his son disappearing at the final task of the tournament, again the worry he didn't understand, although he knew all too well what it was now……

……saving his son from mad eye moody, or as hardly anyone knows Barty couch Jr not wanting to leave him but did……

…….pride that his son had over come his grief and decided to do something to help others…..

….the looks of panic on his son's face when he told him 'he's got Padfoot. He's got Padfoot where it's hidden…..

…..the pain and anger in Alex's eyes as he invaded his son's mind, the memories he found there all coming back to him……

……getting beat by his cousin….

……..a child alone crying in a cupboard back then he had thought Alex had locked himself in there and his aunt would have looked for him……..

……. A child cleaning, while a big whale of a boy sat playing a muggle device which muggles call computers…….

…… an uncle calling him a freak and good for nothing……

….. A boy five year old cooking………

………… an older Alex cleaning his uncles car………..

……….an older Alex cooking, getting caught stealing getting hit and slapped from his aunt…………

……..same day his uncle coming in, Alex getting beaten for stealing the food while the man beat him telling him how dare he steal there food after feeding him for nothing telling him again what a freak and abnormal boy he was and how worthless he was and he did tell Dumbldore, Dumbldore looked all concerned and that…….

……..and last but not least the look in his son's eyes as he entered the great hall after the loss of his godfather, even worse than when Cedric died,……….

Rachel, Serena, Daniel, Iris, and Damien all shooed everyone from the hall. When they tried to talk about it in their common rooms, the students of Hogwarts realised that they could not. They rushed to get paper and tried to write down anything, mostly the students that were Death Eaters, only to find they could not. It became apparent that they would not be able to speak about it, not now, not ever.

The Death Eaters in the school were going crazy. Some of them still wanted to serve their Lord, others wanted out, and the ones not marked had changed their alliances for the first and last time.

Severus gently led Alex from the great hall and took him down to his private quarters. Contray to popular belief, it was not filled with whips and disgusting potion ingredients, instead it was filled with cream walls, a green couch, as well as a green and white rugs around the place. His bathroom was blue, dark blue tiles and a light blue shower stall with another colour of blue for the tub. It looked a bit like the ocean that Alex had never gotten to see.

Severus' room was green and silver, not because of his Slytherins, but because he really liked the colours. The spare room he had was cream and black as well as green and blue mostly.

Alex was still crying and clinging onto his dad for the first time since he could remember and Severus was holding his son for the first time since he too remembered. Although Alex had had a lot longer to get used to it, Severus had only just realised what he had lost and what he had found, too. Alex had not been sure about the reception he had expected from his dad.

"Har…Alex?" asked Severus.

He didn't get a reply. Alex just buried his head deeper into his dad's robes and bawled his eyes out. He had never been hugged or loved in his life and he so wanted it now. He may have been eighteen, but he was emotionally and mentally exhausted. He had been lied to his whole life.

He'd had a family for the first three years of his life. He had been happy and also had a loving home only to have it snatched away from him by Dumbldore. Then to have his mum ripped from him when he was still young and ever since he was eleven, he had been used as a pawn, fighting one Dark Lord for another Dark Lord.

Then to have the truth right in front of him in a book Dumbldore had not intended anyone to find or to find when he was gone or something. To find his friends were part of the manipulations, too, that Dumbledore was responsible for the deaths of their parents. The pain he went through to get to his original form then to be onslaughted with mental pain as memories poured through; he could still hear himself screaming for his dad. As silent agony had swept over his dad, he knew it would be a lot harder for his dad when he first got his memories back. He had stayed strong for himself and his friends, but he had totally lost it when his dad had called him his name in a pain-filled, horrified voice with love and awe mixed in, too.

Alex grew tired and it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He vaguely heard his dad calling him, but he was so tired. Sleep sounded good, so good. With a yawn, he fell asleep, for once safe and content. For once he felt loved when hands tightened around him and he fell into the darkness that was calling him.

Severus had been wondering why Alex had not answered him, his heart skipping a beat. What if he didn't accept him after all he had done? What if he went back to being Potter? 'What if my son doesn't want anything to do with me? I would not blame him to be honest, after all I have done! Damn Dumbldore! Damn you!' he said to himself.

He thought, 'I can stop my Slytherins from making the mistake of there lives. There is no Dumbldore here to stop me, the stupid man.' He was happy that he was going to now be able to save his slytherins.

The only reason Dumbldore didn't allow Severus to tell his Slytherins each year was because if they found out, they would make friends from other houses and would not join the Dark Lord. Eventually there would be no war at all. They had not known that Voldermort was Tom Riddle, a half blood. If they had known they would not have joined him. Also, once they found out, they are too scared to back out or do anything about it, or even worse, say anything about it.

He looked down and shifted Alex to see what was wrong with him. His heart, that had long iced over, melted because of his son. 'How weird is that to say.' His son lay asleep in his arms, 'His Son!' was all he could think. Tightening his hold on him, he smiled darkly, meanwhile his anger was bubbling up, how Dumbldore dared do that to him and Lily.

'LILY!' thought Severus, 'She had died thinking she was in love with James Potter, not him. Lily, the woman whom had loved him unconditionally, she had been the only pure thing in his life. Looking down at his son, a picture of them both, something that he and his love had created, a son, a boy whom he now was proud of, and he knew Lily would be proud of him, too.

Deep down he knew that Lily had died knowing who she loved, deep, deep down she knew. That thought brought a smile to his face, he didn't know why he thought his love had died knowing, but he was sure she had and he was sure she was watching over the both of them and making sure their son was fine. With a smile he fell asleep, his son still cuddled up to him.

They didn't hear Dobby the house elf covering them in a blue and green cover as they fell asleep. They didn't hear Dobby say, "Good luck Alex Snape and Professor Snape." He had known, all the house elves had, but Dumbldore had used magic on them that made them unable to write it down or talk about it, much like the ones Alex used on everyone in the great hall. With a 'pop' the elf was gone, only the covers over the figures on the couch were signs that anyone had been there.

Severus was the first to wake up thinking, 'What a dream I had, Harry was my son well Alex then.' Yawning, he tried to stretch only to find he could not, someone was lying with him. Opening his eyes with a 'pop', he found his son sleeping against him before his heart leapt and he said out loud, "It was not a dream!"

He stayed on the couch even though he had wanted to jump from the couch. He didn't want to wake his son. He sat there for god knows how long, watching his son sleep. Harry began to stir and he, too, woke up with a yawn. Neither wanted to speak so they both ended up watching the sun rise from an enchanted window in the dungeons.