Chapter 1

Harry's breath hitched, his eyes filling with tears. The two men that sat before him had just destroyed him. Harry watched as their hands intertwined and a sob pushed its way from his lips. He felt sick. His stomach was churring and his head pounded. He closed his eyes, his head spinning behind the closed lids. Harry's breaths came faster and faster as he attempted to regain control of himself. Harry's eyes snapped open and he managed to stutter out a few words before tears engulfed his speech again. Taking a deep and shuddering breath Harry tried again.

"H-h-how? How did this hap-p-pen" Harry managed to finally get out, through ragged breaths. His life was tumbling down around him and Harry didn't know what to do. It had all happened so fast. It was all so unexpected. Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy looked at the boy before them, their eyes filled with pity at the broken Gryffindor.

"It just happened." Severus said nonchalantly. It was as though he was talking about nothing more than why it had rained yesterday. "I realised that I don't love you anymore." he said, matter of factly. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down Harry's face as the words were spoken. Verbal conformation of something that he had prayed was not true. "Draco and I do though. We love each other and we don't want to hide that anymore." Harry looked at the pair through his tears. His ex-lover and his ex-friend. It seemed that today was a day of loss.

Harry pushed himself up from his seat and ran from the room. He didn't hear any footsteps following him. He supposed that was a good thing. A part of him hoped that Severus would realise his mistake but another part knew that nothing good would come from it. Harry scrambled up the stairs, his legs barely holding him as he scurried into his room. The room that he had shared with Severus for the past three years. It was the room he had lost his virginity in, the room he had fallen in love in, the room he had become pregnant in. Not that Severus knew that of course. Harry himself had only found out yesterday, a routine checkup had lead to the revelation that he was three months gone, with twins. Harry had been planning on telling Severus the amazing news when he next saw the man. Harry had been beyond exited. He was going to become a father. Severus had said he had working late, although Harry doubted that story now and so Harry had gone to sleep before the man had come home. In the morning Harry was on his way downstairs to tell the man of the amazing surprise, when he had been confronted by Draco and Severus. They had then told him of how they had been lovers for the past two months and that they were in love now. Severus wanted freedom from Harry to pursue his love of Draco.

Harry pulled the doors of the walk-in-wardrobe open, letting them bang loudly against the wall. Harry was sure that they would leave a mark on the wall. He really didn't care. He pulled his trunk out from the back and began to stuff as many of his clothes into it as he could get his hands on. He forced the draws open of the dresser and pulled out underwear and socks. Dragging the trunk along the floor Harry picked up the personal items that littered the bedroom. He threw them haphazardly into the case, his brain no more than a fuzzy mess of emotion. Pulling the trunk out of the room Harry then made his way down the stairs, the trunk thumping on every step. Without sparing a glance toward the two men that still sat in the positions he had left them in, Harry marched past them, grabbed a pinch of floo powder and yelled out the first name that popped into his head before leaving the house and the people that he had loved behind him.

Severus Snape sat at the staff table of Hogwarts. His lover, Draco Malfoy sat next to him. Draco had become the Ancient Runes Professor several years ago after deciding that the ministry was not the place for him. Instead he decided he anted to be closer to his lover and his son so had become the professor of a subject that he had always enjoyed and excelled in. Severus watched with no real interest as the new first years were sorted. However as a name was called out his brow raised and his eyes widened.

"Potter, Solomon" Severus watched as a boy made his way up onto the stool. His green eyes sparkled and his silky black hair fell to his shoulders. The young boy walked with an heir of confidence. He had a small smile on his face as he sat on the stool. Murmurs filled the hall as the name Potter was mentioned. Harry Potter had not been seen in more than eleven years. After Severus had broken up with the boy he had vanished. Potter's friends had all searched in vain to find him. He had made no contact with anyone in the Wizarding World for all that time. It was therefore a shock to see a boy with Potter's eyes and name appear so suddenly at Hogwarts. The hat was set on the boy's head and the seconds ticked by. As the minute mark hit the hat shouted out Slytherin in a piercing voice. The boy stood up and swaggered towards the Slytherin table.

"Potter, Theseus" Another name rang through the hall and Severus watched as an almost identical boy walked forward. The only difference between the two was that the one currently making his way towards the stool had his hair delicately arranged in a french braid that started at his hairline and made its way to the base of his neck where it was tied with a black ribbon. Severus watched as the boy seated himself. He seemed more reserved than the other. He had walked with his head held high and yet he lacked the cockiness that the other had seemed to express. However the end result was the same. Slytherin was called a second time and the boy went to join his brother at the Slytherin table.

Solomon gave a grin to his brother as the boy sat beside him at the Slytherin table. Dad was sure to be proud of both of them. Solomon moved his hand to ruffle his little brother's hair. He may only be a few minutes older but Solomon would always see himself as the protector. Theseus swatted the hand out of the air before it had a chance to reach its destination.

"Sol, stop it." he said with a sigh. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to get my hair like this?" Sol only gave a grin and reached for his brother's hair again, only to receive another slap to his hand. Sol chuckled. It was always so easy to wind up his little brother.

"Now now Thee, no need for such hostility." Solomon said with a smile. Theseus only sighed, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back toward the sorting. Several more names were called out before the last child went to their new house and the Headmistress stood up to make her speech. Professor McGonagall welcomed the students new and old to the school before welcoming them all to eat. Food of all colours and flavours filled the table at her words and the students dug in. Solomon and Theseus spent the meal talking amongst themselves and ignored the rest of the students at their table. The pair seemed to be in a world of their own, laughing at words and phrases that had no meaning to those that heard them.

Severus watched the two boys with interest. They both looked strikingly similar to Potter, the pair seeming to look like their father in all aspects, except for their hair. Unlike the birds nest atop their father's head, their hair was silky smooth, cascading down their necks like a waterfall of black. Severus considered the origin of the boys. Who was it that was their mother? Severus was sure that Harry was not inclined to seek the presence of women so where had the boys come from? Severus had to stop himself from letting his mask slip and his jaw fall to the floor. It couldn't be, it just couldn't! Severus did the maths in his head. No. But the timing didn't lie. If the boys were eleven then the only person that Harry could have been with that fit within the timeframe was himself. Severus felt his chest tighten as he realised the truth. He had children. He had two sons.

Two little boys that he hadn't even know existed until a few minutes ago.

Severus stood from his seat, a wild look making its way into his eyes. He stormed from the hall, his thoughts swirling around in his head as he left. Students and staff watched him go. Severus reached the Slytherin common room and collapsed onto one of the chairs. He had two sons. He didn't know how he was supposed to deal with he fact that this information had been dumped on him so suddenly. Why had Harry not told him about them? Why? Severus felt a surge of anger ripple through him before it quickly faded.

Severus understood Harry. Severus knew that all those years ago he had made a horrible mistake. He had cheated on the young man and had then told Harry in the most insensitive way possible. Even worse he had not made any attempted to stop the boy from leaving. He had let him floo away without a second glance. He was too caught up with Draco to even notice his suffering. Severus had felt guilty for the events of that day. He had often wished that he could go back and do it all over again. He had found himself what it would have been like if he had stayed with Harry. The boy had loved him unconditionally. His love was pure and beautiful. It was a feeling that Severus had not had before or since. Draco may love him but his first priority would always be to the Malfoy name. That was why Draco was married to Astoria Greengrass. The pair saw little of each other and had only slept together until they had had their son Scorpius. However it still demonstrated to Severus that he would never come first for Draco. There would always be something more important. Severus sighed. He hadn't realised how amazing his life had been with Harry until he had let it slip through his fingers. Severus wondered what he would have done if Harry had told him about the boys. Would he have changed his mind and let the boy stay in his life? Would he have been able to watch his sons grow up?

Severus was snapped out of his thoughts as Slytherins started to file into the common room. It was time for Severus to welcome the new Slytherins into the folds, that included his own sons. Severus stood up from his seat and retreated into the shadows at the edges of the room. He needed to be ready. He had a reputation to uphold, one that all the Slytherins counted on. He watched as the first years were ushered to the front. Severus clocked Draco's son Scorpius walking in with the rest of the group. However his eyes flickered to Solomon and Theseus as the two seated themselves comfortably on one of the many large sofas that lined the walls. The two were excluded from the rest of the people in the room. Severus wondered whether that was intentional or whether there were still Slytherins that had been bred to hate the Potters.

"Good evening everyone." Severus said, causing heads to snap in the direction of the head of Slytherin as he stepped out of the shadows. A few mumbles greeted him in response. "Another year and another set of new faces. I would like to welcome you all old and new to Slytherin house. Now for our new members I would like to make clear to you that we are a family here." Severus said, conviction strong in his voice. "You may dislike each other, you may fight but that is just what families do. We are strong if we stay together. Is that understood?" Snape said harshly. He wanted the new Slytherins to understand that they were all in this together. A mummer of agreement rippled around the room at Severus' question.

The mentality towards Slytherin house may have changed since the end of the war and yet it still seemed that there were some people that could not see past the old prejudices that had been in place for centuries. The snake insignia still dredged up feelings of distrust and hatred from many of those that fought in the first and second wars. Severus needed for each member of his house to be there for the others even when they did not get along. There was danger in being a snake. Severus wanted to be sure that none of his snakes ever got hurt.

"Alright, to bed with you all. I'm sure after such a busy day you will want your rest." Severus finished. He watched as the Prefects rounded up the group of eleven year olds and ushered them to their dorm room. Solomon and Theseus still seemed to be alone as they walked and Severus just hoped that the pair soon found friends. Even if the exile was self induced Severus wanted to see the boys, his boys, make some friends. He let out a sigh before sweeping his robes behind him and retreating to his chambers for the night.

Theseus sat up and stretched his arms above his head before placing his feet on the cold stone floor. He pushed the covers aside before pushing himself to his feet. He gently pulled open the doors of his wardrobe, gathering a towel, shampoo and conditioner as well as his uniform before making his way to the bathroom. The rest of the boys in the room were still asleep, giving Theseus the optimum opportunity to have a shower in peace. He turned the water on and let the hot water cascade down his back, washing away the stress of the past day. The stress of leaving his Dad and of entering into a world that he had no experience of. The Wizarding World was utterly foreign to both of the boys. The pair had grown up in a small village in the south of France meaning that they had been surrounded by muggles for their whole lives. They had gone to a small muggle school with their father tutoring them in magic from the age of six. However beyond books and watching their father they had very little contact with magic. Theseus was just happy that at least he had Sol. Theseus was not sure what he would do if he didn't have his brother there to support him. A strange world with strange people may have been too much without the help of his twin.

Theseus came out of the shower, drying off before dressing in his green and silver robes. He ran a comb through his hair before placing himself in front of the mirror. He spent the next fifteen minutes styling his hair into a plait. He meticulously ensured that each strand of hair was in place. As Theseus finished he gave a small smile before making his way back toward the dorm room. Theseus plopped down on his brother's bed, looking at the sleeping face of the older boy. Theseus poked his brother's cheek once, twice and then another time before a grumble came out of the other's mouth. Theseus chuckled before continuing his poking. Solomon groaned out something unintelligible, attempting to swat the offending hand away that was disturbing his sleep. Theseus simply used his other hand to continue the poking. Solomon's eyes flickered open to see his brother sitting in the bed, his finger in his face. He gave out a huff of breath and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"Morning Sol" Theseus sang, a grin lighting up his face at his brother's discomfort. Sol grumbled out a few more words that were in neither english or french. It only made Theseus' grin bigger. "Come on Sol, it's time to get up." Theseus shook Solomon's shoulders causing his twin's head to loll back and forth.

"Fine. I'm up, I'm up." Solomon groaned. "Come on Thee give me a break." he huffed out. Theseus gave a fond smile, his brother was not a morning person in the slightest. It took him at least two minutes to gain his senses and at least twenty before anyone to be able to hold a coherent conversation with him. Theseus stood from Solomon's bed and made his way back to his own. He sat at his desk and began to write a letter to his Dad. He informed him of the house that both of them had been sorted into. He told them of both his and Solomon's general experience of the wizarding world so far. As he finished his letter he noticed that Sol had managed to get dressed and he was ready for the day. The rest of the boys in the room were in similar states. A few were still struggling with their ties or finishing smoothing out their robes. Theseus slung his bag over his shoulder and with the letter in his hand he made his way over to his brother.

"Sol, come on, we need to go to the owlery and send this letter to Dad. We should get it done before breakfast." Solomon looked up at the noise and gave a bleary eyed nod before standing up. "Remember your bag." Theseus reminded. Solomon nodded and grabbed the leather bag that sat on his desk before the two made their way towards the Owlery.

It was Friday afternoon, the end of the first week at Hogwarts. Severus watched as Solomon and Theseus made their way into his classroom. The professor had observed the two boys with interest throughout the course of the past week. It seemed that Harry had brought them up well. Both Solomon and Theseus were well mannered boys and intelligent. Severus had heard from other professors that the pair excelled in their studies and willingly participated with enthusiasm. However it seemed that the pair had still ostracised themselves from the rest of their school mates. Severus had not seen them in the company of anyone other than themselves. The pair were attached at the hip, sitting together in all their classes and meals. They walked together to each location and in the evenings they retired to the library to finish their homework.

"Good Afternoon class." Severus said, his mouth returning to its sneer as he looked towards the Gryffindor side of the room."You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," Snape began. He let the words roll off his tongue, the same words he said to every first year class. He watched the wide eyed children before him as they leaned forward in their chairs, hanging on his every word. He finished with a flourish of his wand and watched as the chalk began to write out the instructions for the cure for boils on the board. "Right, this is the potion we will be creating today. Keep your stations clean and if you have any questions then raise a hand and I will come to your assistance."

Children scurried around gathering ingredients and attempting to make, what would be for many, their first potion. Severus walked up and down the rows of students making comments and pointers about the children's progress. Forty minutes passed before anything disastrous occurred. A bang filled the room and Severus whipped his head around to find the source of the noise. A cloud of toxic purple smoke was issuing from a spilled cauldron. Solomon's panicked shouts soon filled the room.

"Thee, Thee. Thee are you okay? Thee?" Solomon almost screamed in his panic. Severus almost ran over to the pair, vanishing the smoke with a flick of his wand. Severus quickly knelt by the dazed boy. He ran a diagnostic charm. It seemed the boy had a concussion from the impact of hitting his head on the desk, a light stream of blood was running from the newly formed cut on his head. He also had a reaction to the potion making contact with his skin forming a red rash to form on his hands and face.

"He'll be fine." Severus said reassuringly to Solomon as the boy sent a worried look to the professor. "I think it best, Mr Potter if you take him to the hospital wing. Mr Malfoy go with him. He'll need to be supported on either side." He then took the sheet of paper that the diagnostic charm had produced and handed it to Solomon. "Give this to Madame Pomfrey." Solomon gave a nod before grabbing both his and Theseus' bags and stuffing the not into one of them.

"Come on then Malfoy." he said with a grunt. Scorpius gave a nod and helped Solomon lift Theseus into a standing position. The pair then left, holding the dazed boy between them. Severus watched for several seconds as the boys left the classroom before ordering his class to continue. With a flick of his wand the mess of the destroyed potion was gone along with the cauldron. Severus attempted to lead the rest of the day normally, counting down the seconds util he could go and check on his son in the hospital wing.

A face appeared in Harry's fireplace and he did a double take. It was a face that he had not seen in over eleven years. His eyes widened and a lump caught in his throat at the sight of it.

"Mr Potter" Madame Pomfrey's voice rang out through the small living room and Harry gave a gulp. That voice was one that had scalded him for years, it was uncanny to hear it again. "It seems that your son has been injured in a potions accident. I need to inform you that it is not serious but he will spend a night in the hospital wing. You are free to check on him at any time." with that the witch was gone. Harry's eyes widened and his breath came in short puffs. He quickly grabbed a pinch of floo powder and yelling out Hogwarts Hospital Wing he stepped into the flames. Harry was greeted by a stern looking Madame Pomfrey. His panicked eyes were all the woman needed before she led him to her son.

"This way Mr Potter." the woman said before leading him down the hall and into the room that Harry had spent so much time in as a child. Seeing his son's form in one of the beds Harry ran towards the sleeping figure on the bed. As he got closer Solomon came into his view, the boy sitting next to his brother's bed, worry marring his face. Harry took a seat next to the eleven year old and watched as the tension fell from his form and he sagged into his seat. Harry grasped Solomon's hand tightly in his.

"It's going to be alright Solomon." Harry said soothingly. Harry placed his other hand on the bed, gently running his fingers up and down Theseus' arm. Solomon's head rested lightly on his father's shoulder and he let out a deep sigh. He had been sitting in the hospital wing for the past hour, while his brother was treated. Solomon may be strong but he was still only eleven and he had been very worried for his little brother.

"Dad, I was so worried." Harry let his head rest on top of his sons.

"I know sweetie, I know. It's all going to be okay now." Harry's head rubbed gently along his son's silky hair. His hand rubbed small circles into Solomon's own as he soothed the scared little boy. Harry set a gentle kiss into the hair. It was horrible to see his son in such a state. Harry wasn't sure that Hogwarts had been such a good idea after all. Harry had deeply considered sending the boys to another wizarding school and yet after hearing his tales of adventure at Hogwarts the twins had wanted to go nowhere else.

"Dad." a small voice said, coming from the bed. Harry looked up and gave his youngest son a smile. His hand moved to Theseus' face and gently stroked along the pale skin.

"I'm here son, it's alright. You're going to be fine." Harry watched as the boy's eyes flickered over to his form, focusing on him. He still seemed a little confused but Harry assumed that was the concussion. "Do you want to sit up Thee?" Harry questioned. The boy gave a small nod. Harry, with Sol's help got the boy into a comfortable position before sitting back down. As the trio were about to start talking again the doors to the hospital wing creaked open. All of their eyes flicked towards the noise.

Severus Snape stalked in to the hospital wing. His robes billowed behind him as he walked through the doors. However the professor froze before he moved more than two steps. Three sets of piercing green eyes looked at him. Severus' heart almost beat out of his chest. He looked at the three in awe before he managed to whisper out a singular word.

"Harry."