Hello Sport Fans! Mmmm okay I know this has all been done before but I just had this idea and I wanted to try it out. I don't think I'll write on it any further though.

So you might need to know that the whole Voldemort, Harry thing happened when he was three rather than when he was one and Harry is actually Sebastian.

Lily and Severus were together but not married. They had Sebastian and soon after that broke up, when Seb was two Lily married James Potter.

Lily and James Potter are now dead. I think you'll understand the rest fairly easily - oh and Silas is Severus' brother which would get explained later on if I was to write more.

Severus Snape's cloak billowed menacingly behind him as he strode down the dungeon hall to his rooms. It was just gone six thirty and Severus was late. He hated it when Severus was late, and then Severus would hate to see the hurt look in his face and then would feel even guiltier when he came home alone and would have to leave that sad face behind.

"Professor Snape, sir!" A voice called him to a stop and Severus turned on his most impressive scowl and turned to face the student who was supposed to be at dinner and had obviously run out in pursuit of him.

The tall black haired sixth year Slytherin ran up to him, face flushed with exertion.

"What?" Severus snarled.

"When are you going to let me see him?" The boy puffed.

Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "Not now Silas. I don't have time for this."

"You always say that Severus! He is my family too you know! It's not fair that you keep him from me!" Silas hollered.

"Would you shut your stupid mouth!" Severus threatened. "The hell I keep him from you! It's not like I have a choice. It's for his own safety. Hasn't it occurred to you that I despise only being able to see him for an hour and a half every day. He's being kept from me too you know! And this is the way it has to be for now, because I would rather have an alive son that I see for an hour a day rather than a dead one. So don't come here and speak to me like I have some shitty vendetta in keeping you from him, I have no choice."

"Well when the hell will it be bloody safe? It's been two years!" Silas pressed.

"As soon as Dumbledore says." Severus sighed.

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore again? He's not God you know, you don't have to do everything he says, it won't kill you. What right does he have to decide this anyway. It's not like he is your father, like you like to pretend." Silas grew furious.

"Oh shut up will you?" Severus matched his fury. "Dumbledore is the only thing keeping me out of Azkaban and safe from deranged Death Eaters. It is only his influence and power keeping my son alive and allowing me to still have custody of him in whatever convoluted way. I cross him and I lose everything! I'm late Silas, he hates it when I'm late." And with that Severus stalked away.

"I won't wait forever you know!" Silas called after him.

"Go to dinner you foolish brat!" Severus called back as he stepped into his quarters.

Sebastian Severus Snape sat on the bottom stair facing the front door in the foyer of Number four Privet drive, Surrey. His elbows rested upon his knees and his chin was held in his hands. He sighed again and continued his wait. He was late, again. Sebastian hated when his dad was late. They were only allowed to see each for so short a time as it was and when his dad was late Sebastian would not be able to make up for that lost time.

He heard his cousin run down the stairs behind him. Dudley, his cousin, was a large boy, much too round for his height but Sebastian didn't think it would be polite to point that out when Aunt Petunia went on and on about how perfect her Dudders was. Dudley pushed Sebastian as he passed him, even though there was plenty of room for him to move through. Sebastian lost his balance and fell down the last step and sprawled on the floor.

"What was that?" Sebastian heard his Uncle Vernon call from the sitting room.

"Nothing dad! Sebastian was being clumsy again!" Dudley called back and left the foyer for the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was icing a cake.

There was a knock at the door. The rest of the inhabitants in the house ignored it, but Sebastian sprung up from the floor and flung the door open.

He scowled at the tall, dark man standing on the unlit porch who had a guilty expression on his face.

"You're late! Again!" Sebastian was upset.

"Please Seb! I'm sorry! The headmaster held me up at dinner and then Silas had to talk to me before I could leave!" Severus appealed to his justly angered five year old.

Sebastian huffed and opened the door wider for his father. Severus came in and closed the door behind him. Sebastian was staring down the hall at Petunia Dursley leaning over the kitchen counter and handing her son Dudley a spoon of cake batter. The boy licked it greedily and Petunia laughed, ruffling his hair.

Severus could see his son's despondency in the slump of his shoulders. He felt so guilty for the life that Sebastian had to lead. The poor little boy had no mother, he'd seen her be murdered and then he had practically no father. Severus shook himself from his guilt, he tried to keep his time with his son a happy time, where Sebastian and Severus alike could forget their troubles and just enjoy each other's company.

Severus stepped to his son and grabbed him up from the back lifting Sebastian to his chest and hugging him tight. Sebastian giggled and Severus lifted him higher into the air and swooped him around, as if he was flying.

Sebastian's giggle was infectious and Severus found himself laughing along with his son. Severus' arms couldn't hold up the healthy sized five year old unsupported for very long so he had to put his son down eventually. Sebastian turned to face his father as soon as he was on his own two feet.

"Wanna see what I did today Dad?" Sebastian asked in his innocent little voice that made Severus' heart swell with protective instincts.

"Yes, always." Severus smiled and held out his hand for Sebastian.

Sebastian took his hand and led him up the stairs and to the small bedroom at the end of the hall.

The room was simple, but it was everything that Sebastian could ever need or want, Severus had done it himself, he wanted to be sure that his son didn't miss out on anything and he didn't want the Dursleys forgetting.

Sebastian led Severus over to the blue children sized desk in the corner, on it was Sebastian's drawing book.

Sebastian leafed through it until he came to a drawing that Severus hadn't yet seen. It was a picture of a large square building with a plaque on the front of it. The plaque was illegible in Sebastian's scrawl, but it probably wasn't supposed to be, there were limits to a five year old's abilities.

"What's this Seb?" Severus asked, touching the picture.

"This is the school Aunt Petunia says I'm going to in Autumn." Sebastian explained.

Severus was confused, this was a public school, not the school Severus had arranged for his son

He shook it away, he would deal with it later, once Sebastian was in bed. "Come on son, time to bathe."

Severus took his son to the bathroom and began to run the taps, making sure the temperature was just right, Sebastian meanwhile began to strip. When the bath was ready Sebastian climbed in.

Severus took the shampoo out and washed his son's hair.

"Dad?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Mmm."

"When do I get to come live with you?" Sebastian was sad, Severus knew but there was nothing he could do, not yet.

"I don't know Seb. I am trying, and I hope soon."

"Dad?"

"Yes." Severus replied.

"I don't like it here." He whispered.

"I know Seb." Severus said massaging his son's head.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Seb?"

"Am I a freak?" Sebastian said it in such a matter of fact tone it took Severus a moment to realise what he had said.

"What? Where did you get an idea like that?" Severus asked even though he had a pretty good idea and was already fuming.

"Oh well this afternoon I was helping Aunt Petunia in the garden and Dudley threw that small shovelly thing at me. Dad what's that small shovelly thing?"

"It's a trowel Seb. Go on, what happened." Severus encouraged.

"Oh, well Dudley threw it, I don't think he actually threw it at me but it hit me in the forehead and it started bleeding. Uncle Vernon started yelling about 'that blasted freak' and saying that he would hurt them if he found out about it and that Dudley was stupid for acting so childishly, and then when Aunt Petunia came to put a bandage on my forehead she cleaned up the blood and stuff but the cut was gone. And then she told Uncle Vernon and he laughed and said, 'there you have it, another freak. Just like his bloody parents."

Severus had rinsed Seb's hair and was now washing his arms and legs. Severus was beyond anger, but he supressed it for the sake of his child.

"No, Seb, you are most definitely not a freak. That was your magic taking care of you. It was a good thing, don't be ashamed of your magic." Severus said softly.

"Yes, Dad." They were quiet for a while. "Dad?"

"Yes, Seb."

"You do want me with you don't you?" Sebastian turned big green eyes filled with unshed tears on his father, Severus felt his heart break.

"More than anything Sebastian, don't ever doubt that for a second. I want you more than anything. You will be with me as soon as it is safe for you to be. You're everything to me Sebastian. I love you, don't forget that, I couldn't live without you." Severus said and hugged his very wet son tightly to his chest.

Seb sobbed in his father's chest and clung to the thick black fabric that his father preferred, inhaling the soft masculine scent that to him was the essence of fatherhood, only a real father smelt as wonderful as his Dad did.

"I love you Daddy." Seb whispered. They hugged for another minute.

"Okay Seb, time to get out before this water gets cold." Severus moved away and helped Seb out of the bath, he grabbed a towel and towelled Seb dry. "Soon you'll be too old for these baths you know." Severus said more to himself than Seb.

"No. I won't ever be too old for it, don't say that!" Seb complained and Severus laughed at his son, ruffling his hair with the towel.

"Don't be too sure." Severus wrapped the towel around his son's shoulders and sent him to his bedroom to get dressed. Severus let the water out of the bath and picked up the dirty clothes and put them in the hamper, leaving the bathroom as spotless as it was when they came in.

When Severus returned to Seb's room Seb was standing at his bookshelf in a pair of clean blue pyjamas and his moist dark hair sticking at all angles.

"I don't know which one." Seb complained when his father came to stand next to him.

"How about The Emperor's New Clothes?" Severus suggested.

Seb turned big eyes up at his father. "Is that your favourite one Dad? You always pick that one."

Severus laughed. "Yes, since I was a little boy and my mother read stories to me."

"Your mother? Didn't you have a father?" Sebastian looked worried. "Did he die like mummy?"

Severus knelt down by his son. "I had a father Seb, it's just he preferred the bath and my mother preferred the story. They had to share it because there was two of them but I'm lucky I get you all to myself and I get to do both!" Severus tried to lighten his son's heavily burdened heart. Severus was of course lying, his father didn't even care if Severus was alive let alone if he was bathed, but his son really did not need to know that at the moment.

Seb gave his Dad a huge smile and flung his arms around Severus' neck, then he pulled the Hans Christian Anderson Tales from his shelf and ran over to the bed.

Severus pulled back the covers and Seb climbed in, settling amongst his pillows. Severus tucked the blanket in tightly around his son.

Severus sat on the edge of the bed and began the tale.

Seb loved the sound of his Dad's voice, it was the most soothing sound that he'd ever known, it was his earliest memory; his Dad speaking to him softly as he stood crying in a crib.

It wasn't long before Seb found himself drifting off.

When Severus finished the story he turned to see Seb sleeping gently. Severus replaced the book on the shelf and stepped back to the bed.

He tucked the blanket up to Seb's chin and laid a soft kiss on the baby soft hair of his son. "I love you Seb, goodnight." He whispered.

Severus walked out of the room and just as he was about to close the door behind him he heard, "I love you too, Daddy." Severus smiled softly and closed the door, mentally stealing himself to deal with the two people waiting down stairs.

If there are twelve reviewers who want me to 'finish' this story then I will, so if you want more you know what to do!