Do Not Let Me Fall

5

Sirius watched as Severus Snape, the man who helped him escape bloodied and almost dying, lovingly wiped his godson's forehead, he could see how sad the potionist's eyes were, a sadness that he had never seen in anyone's eyes, one that It extinguished the shiny black color that had always characterized it. He approached the bed with the help of the werewolf who had not let go of him and then he noticed that the young man in the bed certainly looked like Harry but he had shoulder-length black hair and much finer features similar to those of the potionist. . He felt himself being pushed into a chair and then his eyes met black eyes that begged him not to burst into screams and insults. Sirius looked back at his godson.

-What happened..? "Why is she... so different?" he asked as calmly as he could, but his voice seemed strident.

"Dumbledore," the potionist spat in disgust, "he kidnapped my son when he was just a newborn..." his voice was cut off, Sirius could notice it, "I never imagined that the child I abused and swore to protect would be my own son..." Sirius looked at him in amazement. He didn't know the story. At this point, Sirius felt like he didn't know any more than he did when he was five years old. Then I hear the story. He heard it from the potionist who was still watching over the young man in bed, he heard it from Fenrir who was recounting all the searches that had been carried out. Sirius believed them. He believed them because he had never seen the redhead pregnant, he had only accepted James' story, because the pain in the eyes of the youngest potionist in Europe could not be hidden, he believed them because they didn't know anything, they believed him to be just a young man in the middle of the war and they still went looking for him, because they also rescued him, and his little nephew. "We had to take away his Glamor because his magic was struggling..." the potionist explained at the end.

"I'm so sorry Severus," said Sirius, he really was, he was still the young man's godfather, he had sworn it and if he had known the truth he would have taken him straight to his parents and then he looked at him "Who is your...?"

"His father is Tom Riddle..." Severus said, knowing that it had not been clear to the man that he had given birth to the creature.

-Merlin... - he exclaimed, understanding the whole situation and then his mind lit up - the dark lord? - he asked in amazement.

"Any problem?" a voice asked from the door. Sirius turned to see a man of about fifty years old, very well-preserved with brown hair and very pretty brown eyes. This man dressed in classic tunics was looking at him. little Teddy in his arms, the boy carried a stuffed dragon in his hands.

"Tom..." Severus scolded gently, the man seemed to ignore the scolding but gave in to his husband's wishes and approached Sirius holding out Teddy so he could carry him.

"Thank you," Sirius said before looking at his nephew and hugging him.

"Where is Lupine?" asked Severus, who was now sitting on a sofa next to the bed holding his son's hand and being hugged by his husband. "He wasn't there last night, Lucius didn't find him..." he commented, implying that They had looked for him too, something that warmed the heart of the grey-eyed man whose eyes moistened at the memory.

"He's dead, just like Tonks..." he said with a dead voice as he caressed the hair of the child sitting on his lap. He could see the little boy playing with the stuffed animal, something he hadn't done for months because they hadn't left him any.

"How did it happen?" Fenrir's horrified voice caught the young Black's attention.

-Dumbledore killed them, for not convincing a pack from the north to join the cause, he said that they were not making an effort and since they were thinking of fleeing, he murdered them... We were there...- he gestured towards Harry and the boy, all in The room gasped in horror, they didn't know who to be most worried about. "Why do you care?" He rudely questioned the werewolf.