DISCLAIMERS: I don't own anthing other than the plot. J.K. owns the characters and I just borrowed them to play with.

A/n: Re-posted 08/17/2013

italics = Thoughts

Chapter 2 – The Prove He Didn't Wanted

At the end, convincing Poppy to take a few ounces of Potter's blood was easy. All Severus had to do was say he wanted to test the boy for allergies so "he wouldn't spoil another perfect potion in an obviously spoiled brat" and the nurse agreed that she actually needed the test done.

What wasn't so easy was to actually do the potion, since he still had to grade a lot of essays and prepare the wolfsbane potion for the werewolf. He also had to do the actual allergy test, seeing as the nurse would ask him for the results.

So, it was more than a week later that Severus had the time to do the paternity test and solve the 'Potter case', as he had called it.

"You're wasting your time." he said to himself "the boy is a Potter! There's no way on earth for James Potter to NOT be his father!"

But even with all that certainty, there was a little voice at the back of his head, that reminded him of Lily, that insisted that there WAS a possibility that Harry was a Snape.

With all the precision that was characteristically Snape, he prepared the ingredients and added them at the exact moment they should be added, stirring the potion the number of times it needed to be stirred, and at last, all that was missing was the boy's blood, that he had in a stasis spell.

When the potion was ready, Severus applied it onto a piece of parchment and waited the requested two minutes before he pointed his wand to it and said revelium.

Blood red letters appeared and he could read:

Harry James Potter:

Mother: Lily Anne Potter nee Evans

Father: Severus Tobias Snape

Father: James Charlus Potter

Heir to:

Snape Family

Prince Family

Potter Family

A thud was heard in the privet rooms of the potion master. Severus Snape had passed out and fell to the floor.

When Severus woke up, the first thing that came to his mind was confusion. He didn't remember what he was doing on the floor. The second thing he realized was the parchment in his hand. It was only when he looked at what was written in the parchment that he remembered what he was doing before he passed out. But the memory only made him more confused, and his mind was full of questions.

Po... Harry. It'll be better if I start to think of him as Harry... thought the potion master Harry has two fathers listed... which means that he was adopted. And that could only happen if Potter (James) knew the boy wasn't his and accepted him anyway. But he wouldn't do something like that, would he? Adopt the bastard son of his wife? Especially if he knew who the real father was? No. Impossible. He wouldn't do that! And Lily! Lily hided it from me! I had a right to know her child was mine! Is mine. Mine. My son. My son with Lily. Po... Harry. Harry Potter is MY son... mine...

It was too much information for one day. Severus sat in a comfortable armchair with a dose of whisky and decided that for the rest of the day he would just feel the burn of the whisky, the heat of the fireplace and bask in the knowledge that James Potter's son was actually his son. The consequences of that, he would start to think of them at another time.

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