Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I have no rights to Harry Potter nor do I make any money by writing these fic's.

Warnings: Yaoi (Male/Male), Magical Creatures, and so on.

Chapter Two

Severus Snape walked with the woman, Izabath Park, as she led him to the room that held his son. He was nervous, and had every right to be. He hadn't seen his son since his lovely mate gave birth to him 17 years ago. He blamed himself for losing his son, though his mate tried to tell him otherwise, but in his eyes it was his fault his son had been taken.

He had left his mate, weak and defenceless, after he had given birth to Theodore Harry Snape, his son, just to go inform the Dark Lord of his son's successful birth. By the time he had gotten back to his manor, he found every house-elf dead, his mate knocked out, and his son missing.

He had been so mad at himself for leaving to tell his Lord even though his instincts were screaming at him to stay by his mate's side and that something bad was going to happen. But his mate had reassured him that he would be fine for the few minutes it would take him to tell his Lord, and he had left. And because he left, his house-elves had been killed, his mate had been attacked, and his new-born son had been taken. It was all his fault. After taking his mate back to the hospital to get checked for any serious injuries, he called his Lord by floo and told him what happened, his Lord had been so mad that he had a search team instantly put together and began searching. He had also informed the Dark Fairy committee who also began a search.

He remembered Dumbledore also putting together a search group a few days later, even though he had never informed the old man that his son was missing.

He assumed his mate had informed Dumbledore since his mate's best friends were very close to him. He also remembered that a year later his Lord had caught wind from a spy that the Potter's knew where Snape's son was, so he went to the house not intending to kill them at all. But when James had threatened his Lord and would not answer any of his Lord's questions, he had lost his temper and had killed James and Lilly, their new born baby girl, but he couldn't seem to kill their one year old son. The killing curse had bounce off the boy and would have hit his Lord had he not been quick enough to dodge it; he only left a small lightning shaped scar, which, oddly enough, looked exactly like the mark of Thor.

Severus stopped in his tracks, could Harry James Potter actually be his son Theodore Harry Snape? Severus shook his head to get that thought out of his head and continued walking, he never seeing the knowing smirk on the woman's face. No, Harry was 16 now and his son was 17, wait a minute. Harry was supposedly born the same year as Theodore, so that would make him 17 as well, but Harry Potter was just now going into his 6th year at Hogwarts. Either Harry Potter was not who he said he is, or Harry really is Theodore and Dumbledore made it seem that he was a year younger than he really was. But if that is true, then why did he do it? What did he want from Theodore?

Severus was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice Izabath stop at a set of double doors painted midnight blue, so he bumped into her. This caused him to snap out of his thoughts and bow, "I'm sorry milady," He said causing Izabath to chuckle.

"We are here," Izabath said pointing to the double doors.

Severus looked at them and gulped; he then took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him was not what he expected, he expected to see his little boy sound asleep in the canopy bed covered by the midnight blue sheet, but what he saw was not that at all.

He saw three Healer Fairies flying around his son who was in a tank-like thing filled with light blue liquid. His son's long black hair was floating around him, making him look like a unearthly being just like his mother, his wing were black and silver and were wrapped around him as if trying to protect himself. He had an oxygen tube down his throat helping him breathe.

At the sight of his son, Severus' legs gave out on him and he fell onto his hands and knees crying. Why was his son like this? What had happened to him to need to be put in that tank? And who did he have to kill for hurting his son this bad? Severus jumped when he felt a hand on his left shoulder; he looked up and saw Izabath.

"It's not as bad as it seems, Severus," Izabath said softly, trying to ease the man's pain.

"What is wrong with him?" Severus asked, wiping his eyes.

"He is severely under weight, and he had internal bleeding. We could tell he had been abused by the people he had been placed with to care for him," One of the healers said.

Severus looked over to the healer to see a woman with long golden brown hair, blue eyes and was wearing the outfit of a Fairy Healer which was a small white tank-top like shirt that stop just under her breasts, she had a long white flowing skirt that started just under her belly-button.

"Nothing a few weeks in that tube filled with the water from the healing spring won't heal," the healer fairy said, with a kind smile.

Severus nodded, then looked over toward his son in time to see his bangs move just enough to show a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt over his left eye.

'So my son really is Harry' Severus thought then the colour drained from his face once again as he thought of the way he had treated the boy and turned his head away from his son. 'How can I ever show him how sorry I am and how much I love and missed him after the way I treated him?'

He looked back at his son to see cold green eyes with cat like pupils. Severus' heart stopped at the look, his son hated him.

-Father-

Severus jumped when he heard that heavenly voice; he looked around but saw no one else had heard the voice.

"Y-yes?" He whispered, not wanting to the other occupants in the room to hear him.

-Why do I hurt so much-

Severus felt a tear fall from his eye and down his cheek, his son was in so much pain, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"I-I don't know," he muttered sadly. He waited for a reply but never got one as one of the Healer Fairies flew over to the tube to test something and another one ushered him out if the room. Once the door was shut, Severus swiftly walked to the floo room; he needed to talk to his best friend. He would have gone to his mate, but his mate was out on a mission.

\''/ Elsewhere \''/

Draco was lounging around in his father's study, waiting for his father to come back from his meeting with the Dark Lord. Apparently late last night Voldemort had felt a powerful surge of power and had sent out one of his best Death Eater to go check out the place he had felt the surge come from, well that is if he had heard his father correctly.

Draco was running his finger across the books on the book case in his father's study, looking for one that looked interesting enough to read as he waited. Draco jumped when he heard the sound of some one flooing into his father's study. Draco quickly spun around to see who it was and saw a frantic looking Severus, who looked around the room then look at Draco.

"Where is your father?" Severus asked, sounding as if he was trying not to cry.

This shocked and scared Draco, he had never seen the man in front of him-who he had come to see as a second father- cry.

"He's in a meeting with Lord Voldemort. Why aren't you there?" Narcissa asked as she walked into the study. She had ran all the way from the sitting room, which was on the first floor, to Lucius's study, which just so happened to be on the fourth floor.

"My son, he has been found," Severus said.

Narcissa smiled and pulled Severus into a tight hug. Draco was shocked. Snape had a son? How old was he? Was he cute? What's his name?

"Oh I'm so glad to hear that, but why are you here and not with him?" Narcissa said and that's when Severus broke down. Tears fell from his eyes like Niagara Falls, and his legs gave out on him. Thankfully Draco's mother was very strong and was able to carry the man to the small couch in the room instead of being crushed by him.

Draco ran over to him and sat next to him, while Narcissa sat on the other side of the man. "What's wrong Sev? Is Theodor okay?"

"No, he's not okay," Severus said still crying, "They have him in the healing tube filled with water from the healing spring. They say he is severely under weight, had internal bleeding, and they could tell that the people who were suppose to take care of him had been abusing him."

Severus said then opened his mouth to say something else but stopped himself.

"What is it?" Draco asked, "There is something else you want to say."

"He was chosen to be the next ruler of the Dark Fairies. He had the mark of Thor on his forehead."

"Oh my, but he's just a 17 year old. He probably doesn't even know about Dark Fairies," Narcissa gasped in horror.

"Wait, isn't the mark of Thor a lightning bolt?" Draco asked and Severus nodded, Draco's eyes widened.

"But the only person in the world with that mark is Harry Potter!" Narcissa gasped.

To Be Continued...