"Albus Dumbledore!" Severus Snape stormed from the floo into the headmaster's office early in the morning with a letter and pensive in his hands.
"Severus? What is wrong?" Albus asked from his desk, his normally twinkling blue eyes growing concerned. He was used to Severus's temper of course though he had never stormed into his office like this before.
"Do you remember? Did you ever even really forget? Did she send you your memories back as well?" Severus growled, glaring at his mentor.
Albus stared at him. "Severus, I have no idea what you are talking about. Did who send me memories?"
"Lily." Severus answered with pain in his voice.
"Lily?" Albus looked confused. He gestured at the chair in front of his desk. "Sit, my boy and tell me what has happened. Lily sent you something?"
Severus dropped into the chair and ran his hand over his face. Even Albus wasn't that good of an actor.
Albus patiently waited for Severus to start talking. He held out a small bowl he kept on his desk. "Lemon drop for your thoughts?"
Severus narrowed his eyes at him. "No." Old coot, he thought to himself, keeping his glare on the headmaster. "I received an interesting letter this morning along with this pensive. It gave me my memories back. Everything that the memory charm you cast ten years ago took away. The memories of my wife Lily and our son Harry!"
Albus's mouth dropped open. "What? I don't remember casting any memory charm." He protested.
Severus gave him a withering look. "Obviously." He sighed to himself and held out the pensive for Albus to view. "Hurry please. I must get to my son as soon as possible." Harry, Severus thought with guilt. He had treated his own son terribly this past school year. He had been bitter believing Lily had chosen to marry James Potter and had assumed that Harry was a replica of James, his tormentor when he himself had been a student. His heart ached as he thought of Lily and how much they had loved each other. His heart ached even more as he thought of his son. He needed to get to Harry who according to Lily's letter should have received one of his own, as well as his appearance changing. Harry must be so confused. He must also be horrified to find out that his hated potions professor was his father. I'll make it up to him, he promised himself. All he could think about was Harry, remembering the toddler he had held in his arms. He needed his son.
Harry had woken up feeling anxious though for a moment he could not remember why. As it all came back to him he jumped up and looked in the mirror. It hadn't been a dream. He was really Snape's son.
He heard his door being unlocked. "Boy! Get your lazy self downstairs and start breakfast!" Aunt Petunia snapped at him as she opened the door. She turned and walked away without even looking at him.
Harry rolled his eyes as he quickly got dressed. He knew his relatives would be sitting in the living room where Dudley watched his morning shows while they waited for him to make a breakfast that he probably would not get to have any of. Since the Dobby incident they had not been keen on giving him much food, not like that was anything new. Suddenly he froze as he started down the stairs. They would notice his appearance. What would he say?
"Boy!" Uncle Vernon practically screamed.
Nervously Harry made his way down the stairs and quickly went into the kitchen to start breakfast. As he had thought, they were all in the living room. Maybe they would not notice the change. It's not like they spent much time noticing him anyway, even when he was doing all the chores. He expertly started the eggs and bacon and began setting the table for three. Even when they did let him eat they never allowed him to sit with them. "We don't eat with freaks!" Aunt Petunia had snapped at him when he had been five and had asked why he always had to eat in his cupboard.
