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Harry POV
Albus came down the stairs looking paler than usual.
"Are you okay, Al?" I ask him. His green eyes look up at me. They're wide, as if he thought I caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.
"Do you want to talk after supper?" I ask suggestively. He looks up at me again.
"Er, sure." I notice he's holding a cracked box against his chest. Maybe it was because of the box that he looked sick.
"What's that?" James asks him, peering over Albus' shoulder.
"Nothing." He says softly, turning his body away from Jamie and hugging the box closer to his chest.
"Come on boys." I say exasperated.
"Hum hum." Lily clears her throat. I roll my eyes.
"And girl." Lily smiles and stands patiently in front of the fire place. She's almost a spitting image of her mother and has her attitude. Jamie floos first, then Albus.
"Come on pumpkin." I tell my daughter. She walks into the fireplace with me. In a flash of green, we're home. Alby and Jamie are already sitting at the kitchen table waiting for us. Alby still has that mysterious box sitting on his lap. Lily runs over to her mother and gives her a hug. Ginny walks over to me and we kiss.
"Blech." I hear someone say in the background, we ignore him. After supper, instead of playing outside with his siblings, Albus is sitting by himself in the living room. I sit next to him. He jumps slightly.
"Oh, hey dad." He says with false cheer.
"What are you doing?" I ask him curiously.
"Just thinking." He tells me.
"Would you like to share?" Alby looks around the room and spots his mother cleaning in the kitchen.
"Can we talk in my room, with one of those privacy spells?" Something's troubling my son; I've never seen him this quiet or worried, not even when we went to King's Cross for his first time at Hogwarts.
"Of course." I tell him. We get up from the sofa and head to his room. I close his door and cast a muffliato.
"What is it, Alby? You know you can tell me anything." Alby nods and slowly opens the lid to the mysterious cracked box. He puts a picture in my hand. It's a muggle picture and it's yellowed with age. I look at it. There are two young children playing at a park. The young girl is my mother; she looks around nine years old. The boy in the picture looks a lot like Alby, but I know for a fact it isn't my father. For a fleeting moment I think maybe it's a cousin. But that's foolish because I know my mother doesn't have cousins or a brother. I turn the picture over. I almost drop it as I see the name in the back. Of course, I should've known this. I knew my mother and Snape had grown up together. But, why did he look so much like my Albus? Maybe he is Severus reincarnated? No, that's ridiculous; everyone knows reincarnation is a concept made up by hopeful muggles.
"He looks like me, doesn't he?" Albus asks me, forcing me to come out of my reverie. I nod.
"I know why." He says softly. I look up at him. He looks like he's going to cry.
"Al, what's wrong? What did you find?" I have this awful feeling in my stomach.
"You're not going to like this daddy." He hasn't called me daddy since he was seven. I can feel the blood rushing out of my face. He hands me a book entitled Lily. My mum's diary, I realise. I look up at Alby in surprise.
"I read it while I was up in the attic. I know I shouldn't have, but she's my grand-ma and I was curious." Alby kept rambling on nervously. Tears were forming in his eyes. I tilt his head up to look at me. He stops babbling and takes a deep breath.
"It says that..." A tear falls down his cheek and I wipe at it.
"It says that grand-pa James isn't your dad." I feel dizzy and light headed. I sit on Jamie's bed across from Alby's. Somehow, I knew this deep down, but I never wanted to acknowledge it. As a child I had always wanted a father, I was desperate for one. I had imagined that random men with black hair were my father. For a fleeting moment on that first day at Hogwart's I imagined Snape as my father too. Though after the first words he uttered to me that idea had quickly vanished. The only other time I had viewed him as a father figure was when he was dying in the Shrieking Shake and he had told me to look at him.
The answers to my questions were all in my hand in this tiny book my son had given me. But, I didn't need to read the book to know that Severus Snape was my father. Alby came up to me and gave me a bone crushing hug. I hadn't realized I was crying until his small hand wiped away the tears from my face.
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