Authors Note: Okay this is something completely different from what I usually write. Starting with it being a different fandom and even trying to let some of the bad guys in cannon being the good guys even though I didn't turn any of the good ones bad. Anyway. I obviously don't own any of the characters or such or I wouldn't be writing here. But I'm hoping that you will enjoy the story I waved around them so I won't bother you and just let my story speak for itself.

Chapter one

"Legilimens." Snape shouted for who knew how many times that night. Harry certainly didn't know. He stopped counting a long time ago. Memories flew past his eyes, memories of Ron and Hermione arguing in the library about the importance of studying. Hermione knitting little hats for the SPEW. Arthur Weasley asking his sons if the car has worked okay just to start chastising them after his wife's interference.

"Focus, Potter." Snape grumbled. 'I wish I still could.' was all Harry could think. He's exhausted and sore by now and only wanted to go to bed but he'd be damned before he asked Snape for anything. Not that he can blame him for anything. Harry had seen a memory and he wouldn't even be back in this office if Dumbledore hadn't heard of Snape kicking him out and canceling all further Occlumency lessons. Obviously Dumbledore had different plans and so Harry was back for the first time since that day. What Harry didn't really understand was why the man had to punish him for his fathers deeds, he had nothing to do with it.

Harry wished he didn't know what his father had done and that he wouldn't feel so damn guilty that he couldn't even be really mad at the guy for torturing him by continuously raping his bloody mind. It's the only true memory of his father he has, even if it isn't really his, and it hurts that his father is a bully in it. No better than Dudley had been during his Harry hunting. Well at least Snape hadn't seen anything too bad about the Dursley's. Harry would bet everything he owns that Snape would laugh about him, like James had done about Snape.

'I wish I could at least remember more of my parents' Harry thought, 'Something other than him being a bully or her scream when Voldemort attacked us.'

"Legilimens." Snape shouted again, like usual without warning. The next thing Harry saw was confusing him. He couldn't really remember it whatever it is. He couldn't see clearly, there was a dark spot. It's huge and engulfing him but warm and he felt something, he never felt before. He could hear something, a steady heartbeat right next to his ear coming from the darkness, his eyes were nearly closed and he was just as tired as he felt before the memory started but without the soreness or the exhaustion. Just a pleasant sleepiness. And there was another sound. A voice, a male one, singing a beautiful lullaby.

Once the memory ended Harry wonderd if it was one of Snape's memories, it wouldn't be the first time he entered the mans mind rather than seeing his own memories, even though last time he had used his wand to protect himself while this time he didn't do anything, well, nothing he noticed anyway. But it wasn't something he ever remembered, he didn't even know the lullaby. But somehow, the lullaby as well as the rest felt familiar, but he had no idea why.

"Sir?" He asked confused, "Was that your memory?"

Snape stared at Harry for a moment, seemingly in shock, before he answered, "No,"

"But how?" Harry asked. "I have no memory of that."

Snape still seemed to be in shock which was kind of unnerving Harry. If he knew something about the cold hearted potions professor it was that he never showed another emotion than hatred. Well maybe disgust but that was mostly reserved for Neville's potions and some of Harry's of course. But shock, no that wasn't something that should be on Snape's face and definitely not for that long or that strongly noticeable. "Sir? Harry asked again, wondering if he needed to get to madam Pomfrey to get a calming potion for the professor.

"It's too old." The professor answered still looking like he'd seen a ghost, or rather, like a muggle would look after seeing a ghost. "Too old for conscious memory."

"You mean, like from when I was really small?" Harry asked and wondered who it was that had sung that lullaby. Was it his father or maybe Siri or Remy?

"Yes," Snape answered, "But you shouldn't know that song. Never mind have THAT memory." The shocked look slowly transformed into a contemplating one. "You're excused for the night. We'll meet here again next week, there are a few things I need to do until then."

"Of course, professor." Harry answered, happy to be out of there. He could always ask Siri about that song when he saw him next and he couldn't wait to tell Ron and Hermione about his new memory of what might be his father. And for the first time since those damned Occlumency lessons started Harry had a feeling that they might be good for something.

While Harry nearly ran towards the tower Snape hurried to the boarder of the wards to apparate away. If Dumbledore noticed he could always claim that he had been summoned. The second Snape was outside of the wards he apparated away and ran towards the Malfoy mansion. Knowing that Voldemort was inside. He spelled the doors open and hurried towards the library knowing that Voldemort would most likely be there at this hour of the night.

"Severus," Lucius voice slowed the sour man. "Why the rush?"

"Where is our Lord?" Severus Snape asked with a glare firmly placed on his face.

"I assume he's still in the library." Lucius answered with a frown. "Would you care to explain now why you're in such a hurry?"

The frown only increased when Severus turned to hurry along his way before Lucius managed to finish his question. "Just come along if you must know," was the only reply he got and curiosity made him follow, even though it might have been a risk. Lord Voldemort had gone nearly insane even before his fall. Not that he'd always been that way. On the contrary, half the stories of the first war were lies and to do everything the dark Lord was personally held responsible for, he would have to have at least ten time turners. And that is not even counting everything the Death Eaters are supposed to have done. They assumed that Dumbledore had done or at least organized some of those and framed his opponent once he realized that he had one. All Voldemort wanted to do back then was cut all ties between the muggles and the wizarding wold. That stupid muggle loving fool would never understand why they are so dangerous, never mind why everyone in the wizarding world needs to be protected from them.

"My Lord." Severus said after entering and hurried yet closer to the dark Lord, ignoring the angry face of said man for being interrupted. "I think he's alive."

"Who?" Came the angry reply from the Dark Lord who already drew his wand and pointed it towards the potions master.

"Your son!" Severus replied.

The wand that was pointed towards Severus Snape lowered and fell to the floor in the by now silent room. Lucius still stood in the doorway and stared at the two men he knew full well how impossible this had be but also that his old friend and the godfather of his only child would never say those words in jest. "How?" The voice of the Dark Lord sounded close to breaking and the shock was clear on his face.

"I heard the lullaby you used to sing for him. The one that your wife wrote just for him." Severus replied. "I heard it in a memory of his. It was fussy but you sang it to him. It was your voice, there is no doubt about it."

"That's impossible." The whispered answer nearly didn't carry towards the doorway and Lucius had to strain his ears to hear.

"If the boy is alive," Lucius spoke up certain that his Lord is currently too confused and shocked to crucio anyone. "Your daughter might be as well. Severus, where did you find that memory?"

"I trained him in Occlumency." Severus replied, "At least that's what I was supposed to do. I used Legilimens on him and saw it. If it's really him, then he has no idea who he is."

"Who was it?" Voldemort asked, his voice more steady again.

Severus looked worriedly towards their master and Lucius walked a little back ready to close the door and run if necessary. "Harry Potter."

The room was so silent that you would have heard a needle drop to the floor. It took nearly 15 minutes for the dark Lord to collect his thoughts enough to response. "What do you suggest to do now?"

"He needs to be informed." Severus replied, "And he needs prove."

"You're a potions master." Voldemort said, "Maybe you should make a potion that will prove his heritage."

"That might be an option but," the usually cold voice nearly broke at that part, "He strongly distrusts and hates me. He will not trust a potion I brew and assume that I manipulated it."

"Then a spell." Voldemort ordered, "Show him a book that explains them, have him read up on it and do the spell himself. That way he can redo it as often as he needs to to believe. Lucius," The blond's face drained of all color not certain in what kind of mood the other man might be. Knowing that the loss of his twins and the believe they had been killed had caused most of the insanity. The loss of the children's mother had been the first blow. But he had been able to mostly recover from it but not fully when Dumbledore along with Moody, the Potters the Longbottoms and a few others had attacked and after that the children had been gone, there had been blood, not much but they could prove that it was of the little prince. "Make sure that none of my Death Eaters dare to hurt my child, and no other child in that age, and get Bella here."

Lucius left and went to the lounge where Narcissa and her sister were chatting. Narcissa nearly constantly trying to help her sister overcome her own demons. Askaban, being the smaller one, her own son had been with the twins the day of the attack. Draco would have been there too since they very often played together during a meeting, or attack and it was only luck that saved the youngest Malfoy, the boy had been sick, nothing serious but Narcissa stayed at home with their son to avoid the others to get infected too. "Bellatrix." Lucius said, "Our Lord wishes to speak to you urgently."

In the meantime Severus was still worried about the plan the dark Lord had. "My Lord, I doubt that the child will even believe a spell he did himself if I taught it to him."

"What do you suggest then?" The other man asked, "We have to do something, I refuse to let my child believe that I want to kill him and that he's supposed to kill me! Or are you suggesting that I sit around and wait for him to kill me?"

"Of course not, my Lord," the potions master replied, seeming as calm as usual even though he still didn't feel the part. "But I worry that if we'll tell him before he trusts us and believes it to be a least an option, he'll run to Dumbledore. I don't want to think about what that man might do to the child if he finds out the whole truth! You know as well as I that if the man finds out my connection to two of the children he'll chase to believe my infatuation with Lily to be enough to spy for him and he'll figure out that I'm still on your side."

"He won't be able to yet." Voldemort insisted, "Not if he only knows the father, not the mother of my son."

"That might be the case but do you honestly believe that will spare his life?" In that moment Bellatrix entered and was surprised at the tone the dungeon bat is using with their Lord. He might have had that privilege once upon a time but it stopped the day their children where killed. "If Dumbledore finds out that the boy he kidnapped is yours he'll kill him."

"Kidnapped?" Bellatrix shrikes, so far they had assumed all three kids to be dead. There had been blood and most of it from their little prince. No one had dared do speak the names of any of those children in fear of the parents reaction to the reminder. They hadn't even whispered a hint that they'd ever lived and now this. If the dark Lord´s son was still alive, the one whose blood had been in the playpen, what about her darling little baby boy? Was there still hope? "What do you mean, kidnapped? Are you suggesting our children are still alive?"

"Our prince is." Severus replied, "I've seen a memory of his during an Occlumency lesson. It's sort of a long story but he was apparently taken in by another family and gained a new name."

"What about my baby?" Bella asked and looked at her Lord, her baby boy was one of the two best friends of the twins the dark Lord had with his late wife. The mother had died giving birth to the babies. She had been too advanced in age to safely deliver twins and it had been strongly suggested that she´d do an abortion and even the dark Lord had agreed but the woman insisted that she refused to kill two innocent babies, most of all not her own innocent babies just to save the life of an old hag, even if the hag was herself. She had even dared to tell the dark Lord that if she hear him mentioning it as an option ever again be it in her presence or through others she would kill him in his sleep! And that he better make damn sure that even if she died her babies were the happiest and best cared for children on the planet or she would punish him for all eternity, even if she had so come back from the dead just to send him to hell. After that the subject was dropped and they had tried other ways to raise her chances of survival unfortunately it didn't work for her. Voldemort had tried to keep the promise he´d made to her and care for the kids to the best of his abilities but they where taken along with one of their friend, Bella's son, when they were just 10 months old.

"We don't know, Bella." Voldemort replied, "But I gave Lucius order to ensure that no one touches Harry Potter, who we believe to be my son and to make sure no other child in the fitting age is harmed in any way. At least not by my man."

"Harry Potter? Your son is Harry Potter?" Bella asked before turning to Severus, "And you're really sure?"

"Positive." Severus assured, "I saw a memory of our Lord singing HIS lullaby to him."

"The one Eileen wrote?" Bella asks.

"The very same." Severus confirmed. Eileen Riddle as she was named after her wedding to the dark Lord had written a lullaby for all her children during her pregnancies. The first one to Severus when she was still called Eileen Snape, wife of Tobias Snape who had been killed by no one else than the dark Lord himself to save the woman he had already fallen for from the domestic abuse Severus and his mother suffered at the hands of his father. Eileen had been grateful but it had taken a few years for her to return his affection. By the time Severus was already a Death Eater and shortly after their wedding she was pregnant. No one knew those little tid bids though. Not even Dumbledore had any idea that the dark Lord even had a wife, never mind children or that those where the half-siblings of Severus Snape. He couldn't have known the identity of the babies he found, maybe that's the reason they're still alive. Maybe he thought they had been kidnapped or would be hurt by their dark and dangerous parents, at least some of the people going on that raid with Dumbledore might have truly believed that. Maybe that's why some of them raised his baby brother as their own. But then again it wouldn't had been hard to find out for him but he mightn't have bothered.

"My Lord," Severus asked tenderly, "I never confirmed some things Dumbledore spread about the night you attacked the Potters. He claims that the child is alive because Lily tried to save him, is that true?"

"It is." The dark Lord replied, "I wonder why, if the boy wasn't hers, or maybe it was and the children were switched afterwards to replace him. But if that is the case, where was he up until then?"

"I believe it was already your son." Severus replied, "I can't be certain at this point of course, but the Potters were here the night they were taken, I knew Lily. I thought myself in love with her for a while and even though that stopped long before we finished school, I doubt that she'd harm a child no matter the parents. Maybe they took him in that night. I was already surprised to see her and both Longbottoms. Neither woman had been seen for a while before and there were rumors that both infants had a very bad case of dragonpox." Here Severus looked towards Bella, "Maybe they used some way to replace their boys with your son and our Lord's one, that still would leave our little princess but it might give us at least a start to try and locate Rufus."

Bella felt tears sting in her eyes after hearing that name for the first time in so many years. "If that is the case, he'll hate me."

"He'll learn to understand." Severus replied, "There was no blood of your son and you only tried to find out if your son might be alive. You tried to find all three of those stolen babies. I'm sure he'll understand someday."

"Just like Harry will understand you." Voldemort added, knowing that it pained the other man that his baby brother currently hated him "Once he understands why you hated the Potters so much. Once he understand what they've taken from you. It's only understandable that you've been upset about this and resented that their son got to live when your brother didn't because of them, or at least that's what you believed."

"But what are we going to do now to make him believe that he IS your son?" He asked getting back to the topic they had before Bella entered.

"What do you mean? I thought he remembered during Occlumency lessons." Bella wondered confused.

"The subconscious memory wasn't visually clear enough to recognize anyone," Severus explained with a sigh, "And he unlike me, he doesn't consciously remember his fathers voice or our mothers lullaby for him."

"But if he saw it, he might believe it to be either his father or godfather or possibly that werewolf the Potters associated with." Bella considered, "What if he contacts his godfather or the wolf and Dumbledore finds out that such a memory resurfaced? He might try to learn more about the original parents or just gets rid of the boy before he can turn sides."

Severus pales, "I must stop him from contacting the mutt or the wolf, but how? He hates me."

"Isn't there anyone he hates more?" Bella asked, "You might be able to help him with that and gain trust, if not try to get him to remember more. He can hardly doubt his own memory no matter how lost they are right now. He'll feel them to be true."

"Not a bad idea Bella." Voldemort contemplated, "But it might take time that we don't have."

"I will have to try to tell him that I know who it was," Severus murmured, "I might be able to offer him help to figure it out in our lessons and telling him that there had been children disappearing around the time he supposedly had dragonpox and that I think that he was one of them but that I might be wrong and just offer to try and find out more. If we use his own memories after that he might come to trust me."

"We'll try that." Voldemort said. "And try to think of a way to find my daughter, she might be alive too, and a way to test the Longbottom child in the hope that it is my godson Rufus."

"Maybe Draco can help." Bella suggested, "He might be able to steal a hair and Severus could make a potion to determine his parentage with it."

"We'll try that, I'll talk to Draco about it as soon as possible and maybe I get a chance even before him during a potions lesson." The dark man replied.

"The lessons." The Dark Lord suddenly said, "Maybe we can use those to do a wider test. They are fifth years are they not? I clearly remember learning a paternity test potion during that time. Let them brew it. You surely don't discuss every lesson with Dumbledore so he shouldn't get too suspicious and I doubt that he'll even hear about the lesson from the children as long as there is no reason for them to do so. You could even try and not let them see the results claiming that to be a precaution, just in case there are some dirty little secret in one or two of the families. After all those even happen in the muggle world, possibly more often then in the magical one since wizards have many ways of finding out about it that muggles don't."

"That is brilliant." Severus replied, "I would need to be careful that Dumbledore doesn't hear about it but even if, there is no reason for him to think of the children that are missing, I did that potion many times over the years before. Not every year but every other where the class was advanced enough to skip a few of the easier ones. And I can claim not to have check the results and only the quality of the potion."

"Then do it again this year." Voldemort ordered excited, "And lets hope that both of the still missing children are at Hogwarts."

"What should I tell Dumbledore about this meeting if he asks?" Severus questioned sensing that it's coming to a close.

"Tell him that I wanted you to try and find out who's protracting that prophecy and look for a weak point. Which reminds me, if the true sons of both the Potters and the Longbottoms are dead, then the prophecy is rendered unimportant to us, isn't it? Both of those children are gone. If not it must be the Longbottom child since the Potter child is a Riddle by blood and I refuse to fight my own son, not to mention that his father certainly couldn't have defined me. But for now return to that blasted school and watch over my son for me."

"I will." Severus replied and returned to the school with excitement and hope, maybe he'll find his little sister also.