In The Last Chapter

"Dumbledore and Riddle had planned the whole thing since the Prophecy had come into play. It was a true Prophecy and it tested both of their powers. But there is more to this story. You see, James Potter is not, nor has he ever been, your father."

"What the hell?" I asked. "Then who is?!" Snape looked at me and took a deep breath before continuing.

"I am." He said. As for me, I just passed out.

Chapter 6: Truths Unfold Part 2 (Snape's POV)

I looked down at Pot…no…Harry's fallen body and sighed. I couldn't blame him. After all, I have been nothing but nasty to the boy. I know that Lily would rise from the dead if she was able to, as an enraged angel of vengeance and drag me through the pits of Hell. I haven't been a good father at all to our son. I had no idea that Lily was pregnant at the time. Yes, I remembered us being married but on the first night that I had agreed to spy, my life was a blur. I remember seeing James Potter with my Lily but was blinded by a bright light. The next thing I remembered was Dumbledore standing over me in the hospital wing and informing me that I had been Obliverated.

My memories of my beloved Lily were fading and although I had seen her again, when Harry was born, and saw the worry, love and recognition in her beautiful emerald green eyes I turned a cold shoulder to her, and blind eye to my newborn son. I heard her calling out for me but I walked away, trying desperately to block her voice calling out to me. The pleading tone in her voice was like a knife through my heart. The wails of my newborn son made my soul ache. I wanted to be with my family but at the time, I couldn't remember them, although I had the nagging feeling that I should have.

When Harry came to the school at the age of eleven, I felt my blood go cold. He looked so much like James that it was as if he had been resurrected. I didn't think of taking the boy's blood and testing his DNA. But when Draco told me that he had met Harry at the robe shop and that he had long black hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin like mine and hands long and elegant…I had to know. Had my son been placed under powerful Glamour charms? But why, possibly for his own protection, or was it for my own? Of course, my chance didn't happen until fourth year.

When Harry had been captured and bound to the grave I wanted to blow my cover and protect the boy. I couldn't take the fact that he was being put through this. When he was cut and Wormtail discarded the blade, I had managed to salvage a sample of the blood that remained on the blade. I didn't need much of it. A small vial was enough.

I had continued to 'hate' my son until I knew that it was safe. The arrival of Lord Slytherin was the perfect time. Of course, I had no idea that Harry was powerful enough to raise a Founder from the depths of magical slumber. But then again, Harry never ceased to amaze me. Since the incident with the troll in his first year up until now, Harry had done wonders that many wizards could only fathom. The first thing I remembered Lord Slytherin doing to me was restoring my memory. They came back to me like a flood and I felt guilt beyond all else. I had been horrid to the only family I had left. I had Draco but Harry was my blood. If he ever forgave me, I'm hoping for it, we could work at becoming a family.

Breaking the news to Draco about Harry was fairly easy. Since he had broken away from Lucius' influence, Draco had grown to become a rational and quiet young man. He had discovered that his father had become Voldemort's personal whore and killed his mother. Draco was not so forgiving and I know that he was biding his time. He was waiting for the perfect time to strike back at his father. I showed him the memories of Harry's stay with the Dursleys, ones in which Lord Slytherin showed me and he was appalled. He couldn't believe that some families would do that to one of their own. His impression of the 'Boy Wonder' was completely blown and he was humbled. I knew that when Harry woke up, that Draco would talk to him. In the meantime, we did some searching.

We had discovered that Mr. Ronald Weasley, Ms. Ginerva Weasley and Ms. Hermoine Granger had all been paid by Dumbledore to befriend Harry and to keep him alive. I was disgusted at this. Harry's only friends, those he most trusted, had turned on him, all on the sake of money, fame and power. All of these Dumbledore had promised. As for the Order, only Molly, Arthur, Charlie, Bill, Fred and George were all loyal. As well Remus, myself, Shaklebolt, Kingsley and Alastor...we all wanted the best for Harry. Not to mention Fawkes.

I turned to look at the Lord Founder and picked Harry up into my arms. I was alarmed at how light and thin he was. He was malnourished and I knew that I felt that it was my fault. No child should endure abuse and Harry was no exception. All he wanted was a family to love him. Not for his riches, or his fame, or his power, but for him. I understood that completely. He thought he had found it in his friends but it seems that it was only those he had least expected it from.

I carried him to the hospital wing and set him into bed. Poppy looked at me and nodded. She knew that I wanted to stay and she wouldn't do herself or Harry any good if she had told me otherwise. I was the boy's father and I had every right to stay with him. I took a seat next to his bed and watched him. I knew that he was under a powerful charm and that it was best if he woke up in order to remove it.

"Severus," A deep voice said from behind me. I didn't have to turn to see who it was. It was Lord Slytherin.

"Lord Founder?" I asked as I tucked Harry more securely into bed.

"I will stay with him. You need your rest."

"But Sir…"

"No buts Severus." He said firmly as he stole my seat. "I will call for you when he wakes. You can go now." I wanted to tell him to fuck his snake but I thought against it. I huffed and stormed off. I knew that Harry had my temper; I always had a short fuse. How I became a teacher, I'll never understand. But just to see my son grow, I'll live with it.

Please be all right Harry. I prayed as I returned to my lab. We have a lot to talk about…

Author's Note: I know it's a bit short. I'll make the next chapter longer. Thanks for reading!