Here is the new chapter ladies and gents. Please enjoy this new addition. The third chapter is already in the making. I hope this lives up to your expectations...

Severus Snape darted down the street chasing his son. The son he thought was dead until the letter had appeared at his dinner table only an hour ago. This boy who was so badly hurt and abused was the baby he thought he had buried fifteen years ago. He could not let him go again. Never again would he spend another day wishing he could hold his little boy again. No, today would be the first day he would protect his son and he would spend the rest of his life doing so.

He followed the retreating back as it curved and went down to Knockturn Alley. Severus started to get worried if he stayed down here too long Harry was going to get hurt. He sped up to a flat out run. Needing to get to Harry before anyone else did. Finally he followed the boy around a turn that he knew was a dead end. But as he came into view he couldn't find him. Walking slowly through the alcove he hunted for any clue of where the boy had gone. As he passed a couple of trash cans he heard a light scuff and a soft gasp. He rounded the trash cans to see the small huddled form of his son.

"Harry, I want you to come home. Not my home, not a random house. Our home where you were born. Where your brothers were born. Where your mother lived before she was killed in the very attack that I lost you. Please, I want my son back. Not the kid I taught in school but the scared perfect young man I see before me. I never stopped hoping someday I would find you again. When I got the letter saying the goblins had found you and you wanted to meet me I barely stopped to put on my shoes in my rush." He slid a little closer. "Please come home. Let me take care of you."

During his speech Harry had looked up slowly to face the man before him. "Promise?" He sounded so small and scared at that moment.

"I promise Harry, and if you and Draco don't get along I will stop the contract. When it was made we planned on raising the two of you together."

Harry flew into the man's arms crying. Severus could do nothing more then wrap the boy up and lifted him into his arms as he carried him out of Knockturn and down towards the bank. His older two sons and the Malfoys were standing on the steps looking for them. Narcissa was first to spot him carrying Harry bridle style. All of them rushed forward. As Harry heard the commotion he shrank further into his father's arms. At his glare all five backed off quickly.

"Harry where are your things?" He asked gently, his voice instantly going soft as he spoke to the boy.

"Leaky Cauldron. Room six." Came the reply.

Draco spoke. "I will collect it and meet you back at the Manor." He moved so he was in Harry's line of sight. "Then I would like very much if you allowed me to escort you on a walk through the gardens, so I may properly apologize for our past history."

Harry pulled away from his father and was set down. He finally saw his betrothed properly for the first time. The man before him had filled out handsomely. Wide shoulders and large muscles. His gray eyes shown brightly and his blonde hair hung loosely framing his face. His tight trousers left little to the imagination and his shirt framed him perfectly. Looking up into Draco's eyes he spoke softly.

"I would like to apologize as well, but please don't do this out of obligation of some contract."

Draco couldn't help the small smile that broke through on his lips. "I was only so mean to you all those years out of obligation to my image, but now that image will no longer matter for I will be the proper gentleman I am around you. Excuse me."

Harry watched as the blonde turned and walked down the street. He turned to look at his father a little confused. Severus only smiled at him and offered his arm. Harry hesitated long enough for the twins to offer their arms together. Seeing their acceptance of him Harry darted into their arms and hugged them tightly. Nodding to their dad they apparated away. Severus smirked to Lucius and Narcissa before following, knowing they were right behind him.

When Severus arrived at the Manor Harry sat quietly on a chair there with his older brothers standing beside him. He looked over to the scared child. Both twins looked beyond angry with the headmaster of Hogwarts. He nodded to both of them and then crouched down to view the green eyed boy. He was staring into Harry's eyes almost hunting for the answers Severus knew he wanted.

"Oh Harry, there is so much you do not know. The goblins have changed your name on your vaults already because your real name is Harrison Snape. I wish for you to go by it. You can keep Harry as your nickname and I will find out how you came to be a Potter."

"What should I call you?" Harry's timid voice made Severus's heart clench along with everyone around him.

"What ever you wish. Be it some form of father or dad or if that is uncomfortable you may call me Severus and if you wish to call me differently from what you usually do at any time please do so." He placed his hands on either side of Harry's head, cradling it. "You are free here, no cupboards, no hurt, just you enjoying the family you have around you."

"Okay."

Fred and George linked their arms with Harry's. "Come on baby brother!" They chorused. "Lets go see your new room."

Severus smiled as Harry gave a tentative nod, and followed as his twin sons led the way with the little body in between them. All through the halls Harry was in awe at just about everything. The pearly white crown molding and gold picture frames filled with pictures of friends and family. There were even a few of the three brothers as small babies. The one family photo of all five of them, three baby boys and both their parents but that hung in Severus's personal chambers. The elegant furnishings and antique vases.

Harry's eyes were as wide a saucers and his mouth was in a soft oh. Both of the twins had happy smirks on their faces as they pulled Harry along. They knew that they were Harry's link to this new family and to get him to feel at home. As they entered the family wing Severus stepped closer and held out his arm for the sixteen year old to take. The petite hand slowly crept to grip his elbow. Guiding him forward he moved the last small distance to the bedroom that had been set aside so many years ago for this young man.

Severus made the door swing open as he spoke. "There may not be much to this room yet but the few things I had for you as a baby are in there. Your mother picked most of it out so I thought you might want it. Also if you decide on a color scheme let us know and the house elves will take care of it. Also, tomorrow a tailor will be coming so we can get you a new wardrobe. Muggle cloths as well as wizard, as I know how you are."

As Harry peered in. He smiled. The room was pale blue and the sheets were pure white. The room was bright and simple. Turning back he smiled at his father. "It's perfect as it is. Thank you."

He walked in and examined the lightly stained furniture and in particular the dresser with all of the things from his mother. There was a classic brown teddy with a bright red bow along with a picture of her holding him for the first time. She had curly brown hair and emerald green eyes. His eyes. She looked tired but happy. She also looked nothing like Lily Potter. There were a few wooden cars and a silver rattle with his name on it. The last little piece was a gold oval locket. It had the Prince crest on it. Harry recognized it from Snape's robes. Opening it there was a little image of his twin brothers on one side and on the other was an image of his parents holding each other with large smiles.

"We changed the photo of us to update it. So it was of people you recognized not two babies you're not sure of." He turned to see that his new family had followed him in, his father explaining.

"Put it on me?" He asked, holding it out to the eldest Snape.

Severus stepped up behind Harry as he turned to face the mirror hanging on the closet door. The tiny clasp clicked into place and the oval set just past the edge of his shirt. Placing his hand on it he smiled at the face hovering over his own in the mirror. Not for the first time did he see the tentative smile of the Potions Master. Harry faced this man and with very little of the hesitation of before he hugged him around the waist.

Severus's face broke into a huge smile. Wrapping his arms around the boy he buried his face in the crazy hair of his newly returned baby. As he inhaled he smelt vanilla and strawberries. A smell he remembered from so long ago. His wife had smelt like that everyday of their four year marriage. One line tear slid down his face to be tangled with the black locks under his face.

"I missed you so much. The day I was told you died was the worst day of my life. I have not stopped thinking about that day ever since. Now I hope that I can move past this and maybe welcome to the world my wife grand babies." Severus whispered into his son's hair.

Harry pulled back all the way and stepped to look further through the room. He knew that this was right where he wanted to be. He was just not use to the gentle touches. Years of never being touched except for the aggressive touch of his uncle he always expected to feel pain with every brush of someone else's skin on his own. This was so new to him, he was scared. He managed to suppress the flinching so far and hopefully in time he would stop feeling the need to jerk away.

Slowly he moved away from the small things that sat in the room and stepped over to a set of French doors. They had beautiful white curtains that were pulled together in the center of the door. He pulled open the doors that led out onto a balcony that over looked acres of land and just below there was a garden filled with all sorts of colorful flowers. He smiled as he spotted his favorite color among the kaleidoscope of patterns.

The gentle sea foam green played delicately with vivid reds, blues, and purples. There were also a scattering of orange, yellow, and pink. Through the garden there was a dirt path that weaved and curved through the large garden then traveled past where he could see of the fields and forest that last beyond.

He turned to speak with the twins, but instead of his brothers, a blonde boy stood in their place. He had on an untucked white button down and black slacks with shiny black dress shoes. The hair was loose and hanging in his eyes. On his face was his trademark smirk and a gleam in his eyes that made Harry nervous. He had his arms folded and was leaning on one leg with the other slightly sticking out.

"Hello Potter." His sneer was the same as always.

Harry clasped his hands behind his back. "I understand we have a history, but I want to move past it for my family."

"That's going to take more than a change of family and name to even begin to get over it." Malfoy never dropped his smirk or the condescending tone in his voice.

"Please let this go." Harry asked. "I am sorry that I didn't take your hand back then but you acted like a little asshole towards everyone in that hall that day."

"I was the first kid your age that you met." Malfoy hissed. "I told you about quidditch first."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I liked you before the first day of school, but you treated everyone there like scum." Harry protested.

Draco Malfoy scoffed and turned to face away from the green eyed boy. Harry wiggled in place as he tried to feel less awkward about the situation. As Draco turned to face the smaller boy Harry's hands flew to fiddle with his locket. Draco's eyes pierced Harry's with a withering look. Harry nervously took a stepped back.

The movement of Harry stepping back caught Draco's attention. This is when he noticed the tremors racking through the small body before him. The fear clear as day in the swirling depths. All the anger in his body left at the true terror he had elected in his fiance.

"All these years I wanted a stronger emotion then disdain or annoyance, but never have I ever wished for you to fear me."

The whispered words floated through the air to Harry. Before he could even register the entire meaning of those few sentences he was alone. Nothing but a swinging door was left to convince Harry that the blonde teen was there.