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This is dedicated to my husband Sam, who spends a ridiculous amount of time reading what I write, taking notes, and ensuring I don�t contradict myself anywhere in the stories that go in this series. Wave to Sam folks, for without him who knows what may be going on.

And, last thing, English to Metric conversions suck. 15.6 degrees C is about 60 degrees F and normal Vampire temperature in my world.
Part three features Blood, the obvious and painful downside of being a seer, Foreshadowing, Light and Dark politics, and Lucius Malfoy. Part Three-Two is a short peek into how Snape affects Harry. It�s�oh. R rated.
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Part Three

Serenity Lost

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He swept down the halls of Brookridge Academy, feeling the urge to strangle someone. An image of that idiot Ronald Weasley flitted through his mind, followed by a smirking Sirius Black. He had to confess the latter would be someone he enjoyed choking the lif anf and jarring his soul for later use�
He imagined that Lupin and Dumbledore would disapprove. And, while he didn�t value Dumbledore�s opinion that much, he found that he needed the werewolf�s aid more these days.
Children scattered and his almost smiled, delighting in the fact that he struck fear not just in Hogwarts students, but in all students. Well, he should, he�d been doing it long enough.
He pushed the door to the infirmary open, ready to demto sto see his son immediately, when the words left his mouth. Madam Neon, a young woman with bright pink hair, was talking to Headmaster Catalina in a very hushed voice. She normally had a bright aura, so bright that even Severus, who�d never been great at reading auras, could see its glow from nearly half a kilometer away.
But today her aura, which was as bright pink as her hair, was close to her body and very dim, almost flickering in and out. The headmaster was usually unreadable to him, but today his energy was almost black. The sight chilled him, because it meant things had to be worse than he thought.
Today wasn�t a good day. The idiot Potter had, instead of getting himself killed, gotten a Hufflepuff boy murdered. True, Diggory hadn�t been one of his brighter students, but he kept the younger kids in his house in line, with a certain�commanding air. Hufflepuff was going to be a lot more annoying because of him.
And Voldemort was back, of that there was no doubt. He�d felt the burn of the mark, but had forgone answering it, in favor of helping with the chaos at Hogwarts.
Be civil with Black indeed.
And then the owl from Brookridge, claiming he was needed at that moment and that it was too urgent to wait. He�d thought Chase was perhaps sick again, but now he wondered. Lately, as Chase had said, his visions were worsening, and as they did he got sicker. He had, for a week in March, been comatose and when he awoke totally unable to recall what he�d seen. Not that he particularly cared what Chase saw; he just wanted it to stop.
Neon�s eyes flickered over to him and she straightened up, smoothing down her hair. �Sir-�
�Where is my son?�
�Master Snape, I�am loathe to make this request of you, but we must ask you�remove Chase from Brookridge, immediately. Permanently.� Catalina said, swallowing in an effort to hide his fear. He failed, he stank of fear; it was a sweet smell normally, something that made his fangs drop in anticipation, but it was nothing short of putrid to him.
�Where is my son?� He kept his tone deadly quiet, trying to imagine Longbottom cowering before him, in order to maintain his calm. If he let himself be upset, someone may find themselves missing vital organs, and the Ministry frowned upon such things. And, as Longbottom was annoying but not worthy of homicide, it did sooth his beast some.
Not much though. It wanted to know where it�s child was, wanted to make sure that these�sorry excuses for caregivers hadn�t caused any lasting damage. Vampires were very den-loyal�once someone was accepted into the family, you would put your life on the line and die to save them. If someone dared to harm his son�
Well, the Ministry knew what could happen. They�d probably lock him in Azkaban until they deemed him �safe� again and, considering Fudge that could very well be never.
�I understand you are anxious Master Snape, but I feel I must discuss Chase�s worsening condition. You understand I am fond of your son and he always makes top marks but-�
Neon shrieked then fainted dead away, while Catalina squirmed. It took him a moment to realize his fangs had dropped, flaws slide out, and eyes most likely gone white with his rage. It took another moment before he noticed he had the headmaster a good six inches off of the ground, pinned to the wall by his throat.
His voice was a low hiss. �If I have to request again-�
A shrill scream made his monster howl in outrage. He dropped Catalina and headed for the scream, which came from a door in the very back of the infirmary. He opened it and looked around. There were four beds in the room, but only one was occupied. The curtains had been drawn to keep out sunlight, and the lone occupant was as far from the window as possible, to be cautious.
Fine, so they weren�t totally incompetent. But damn close.
He walked over and crouched next to the bed. Pale eyes stared at him, sunken into a drawn and worn face. He could tell, just by looking, that Chase hadn�t feed properly in well over two weeks.
Wrong again. They were that bloody incompetent. He�d have their flesh�he�d fed them to the den. He�d let his and Chase�s family tear them apart for this offense, and then he�d buy the school and have it burned to the ground and-
�Daddy?�
He frowned, leaning closer. He hadn�t heard that in�years. Many many years. Chase, while an affectionate child, had decided early on that �Father� suited him better than �Daddy�.
The smell of illness clung to the teen like a fog, and it was rancid. He reached and touched Chase, not at all prepared for the heat that radiated from him. Chwas,was, by his nature, cool to the touch. To a human he would seem cold even now, maybe 20 degrees, but to Snape he felt like he was on fire.
�I can hear him, in my head.� Chase whispered, voice hoarse. �He�s coming to take over. He�s going to kill so many people�so many. Never seen�make it stop. Make it go away.�
He didn�t ask whom, he already had a good idea. Voldemort was back and Chase was seeing what was bound to happen. He picked the boy up effortlessly, trying not to sigh when Chase curled into him.
Part of him remembered when Chase had been a baby, so�tiny. He certainly wasn�t that small now, but he was much too light for his personal comfort.
Chase saw a great many things, but the death that Voldemort could, and would, cause wasn�t something he needed to see.
Severus said a simple spell and in a manner of moments he held a sleeping vampire.
This was going to be a problem.
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�Severus-�
The Hogwarts infirmary now. Chase was curled up in a bed far from the many windows and Pomfrey had even taken the extra precaution of putting a Sunblocking spell around the bed. She had asked if he wanted Chase looked over but he�d dismissed the idea. He appreciated the offer, as Pomfrey was one of the few people in Hogwarts he could stand, but he doubted she could do much.
There wasn�t any reason for her to put herself through the effort. She, like him, once given a problem would see it all the way through and didn�t admit defeat. She�d been his greatest help when developing the Wolfsbane potion, and he�d grown to respect her, if not for that then for the help she�d given when he�d come to Hogwarts with an infant son in tow.
She was attached to Chase and, judging by the way she was sitting next to his bed speaking to him softly, would try to do something in spite of his refusal.
�No Albus.� He shook his head, letting his eyes drift over to Potter. Save Molly Weasley he was the only occupant of the room and, thankfully, fast asleep. No reason for him to see his loathed Potions Master arguing with the Saintly Headmaster. Mrs. Weasley, who was sipping a cup of tea, however was listening openly.
He supposed she thought he didn�t deserve even the courtesy of pretending not to eavesdrop on his conversations.
�Yost gst go to Voldemort now. Any longer and-�
�And what? I assure you Voldemort isn�t going anywhere.�
�If you tarry to long he might not accept you back.� Dumbledore said, frowning severely.
He couldn�t help it. He growled at the man, teeth bared. He felt more than saw Chase shift and look at him, head tilted off to the side in that curious way of his. He let his eyes flicker over to Mrs. Weasley, who had set her cup down and was watching them. Then back to Dumbledore, who just blinked. His eyes had lost their usual good-humored twinkle and were now deathly calm.
�Severus-�
�My son is sick. I do not care if Voldemort is breaking down the walls of Hogwarts brick by damnable brick; let him do it. My debt to you is no way involves allowing my son to suffer.�
Dumbledore was pushing the bounds of his loyalty, such as it was. Family outweighed a debt, blood or otherwise, every time and, if need be, he would snap the man�s neck for trying to stop him. Powerful wizard or not, killing a vampire wasn�t something he could do. The killing curse would hit, and hurt, but it wouldn�t kill. Nothing short of beheading, direct sunlight for hours at a time, or burning was going to do it.
(Of course a steak through the heart would as well, but logically what wouldn�t die if it got stabbed through the heart?)
Vampires, much like Werewolves, Veelas, and Dark Nymphs, were creatures of Dark Magic, a part of whatever it was that made magic dark and powerful. So Dark Magic wouldn�t kill them and, to be honest, was more likely to back fire upon its user.
Darkness didn�t like being pitted against its children.
Dumbledore knew it; his eyes were dark and considering.
�Albus.� Mrs. Weasley stood up, glancing down at Harry for a moment, then strode over to them. �It seems to me that if Professor Snape were to leave his son, if his state is as bad as Poppy and he think, that he-who-shall-not-be-named would be suspicious. Magical creatures on this plane never leave their families in need, that breaks one of the few codes all creatures have in common. Leaving his son will most likely get him killed.�
He stared at her and she winked at him, before walking over to Chase�s bed. The teen blinked up at her, then a non-sickness related blush spread over his cheeks as she began to fuss over him in nnernner similar to how she clucked over Potter.
He had the sudden feeling there was much more to the Weasley clan, or at least to their mother, than it seemed.
Then again, she was distantly related to Black, and it was common knowledge that the Black family held more magical creature blood than any other Wizarding family. He had always thought it ironic that Black himself had ended up painfully human in comparison to the likes of Narcissa and Regulus.
�Well, it appears I am outnumbered.� Dumbledore said jovially, clapping his hands together. Severus, however, could detect an underlying edge of fury to his tone. He was very upset that his chess game was speaking back to him and making decisions without his say so. Severus found he rather didn�t care.
�I�ll be taking Chase back to the manor. I�ll be back for classes as soon as possible.�
�When Chase is feeling less ill, I would like to discuss his visions with him.�
�No.� Severus hissed, eyes narrowing.
�I don�t see why not.� Which meant �How do you plan to stop me?� �They could be beneficial to us and, if nothing else, better me than Voldemort.�
He had to bite his tongue from saying how that was debatable, but instead walked around the man. Mrs. Weasley moved aside and let him have her spot on the edge of the bed, before flashing him a wide smile.
�If you don�t mind me saying, I wish my twins and Ron were more like your son. He was telling me about how he�s fairing at Brookridge, top of all of his classes.�
Severus stared at her for a moment, not sure how to respond. He had the feeling this was some sort of peace offering on her part. He nodded slowly, unconsciously reaching out and smoothing Chase�s hair down.
�The twins could, easily, be at the top of their class. They�ve chosen�other outlets.� The look on her face said she knew that all too well. �And I believe, were Ronald so inclined to study instead of breaking every school rule he encounters�he would do well. I have taught every Weasley for at least two years and none have been short of brilliant.�
In fact he�d been rather fond of the elder three, especially William. He had, unlike most Gryffindors, had a knack for Potions. Charles had put forth an effort and his marks had been above that of most Slytherins. But Percy had�worried him to a certain degree. He�d studied, made perfect marks, but had seemed to do it all with a listless disconnected air. He�d known the answers, made every potion correctly�yet had never understood any of it.
Fred and George however�if they weren�t such troublemakers, they may have been his prized students. They put everything together perfectly, and not just in potions, but their various pranks as well�
Ginny followed after her oldest brothers, but Ron was a different matter altogether.
Mrs. Weasley smiled, obviously appreciating his words. Then her smile turned serious. �Professor should you need�a place for Chase to go, while you�work, our home may be a touch noisy and crowded at times, but there is always room for one more.�
He wondered if he looked as surprised as he felt. He opened his mouth to say something, but was jarred from any thoughts of pleasantries by a scream from Chase. He didn�t need to look to know what happened next, so he looked at the wall instead.
Chase�s body would go rigid for a moment, then twist and jerk, in ways that looked almost as painful as they surely felt, as he succumbed to a seizure. His eyes would go white then roll up into his head. He would thrash violently and, depending on how bad it was, blood would begin to flow from his nose. He�d bruise himself from the force of his movements, and be sore and aching for days.
There was a crash, of a pitcher falling, and water splashed the floor. Severus turned and, frowning, pinned the teen�s wrists to the bed above his head. Chase let out a low keening cry, fighting against him, but his movements were hindered. He wouldn�t break anything else, except maybe his wrists if Severus wasn�t careful.
Mrs. Weasley stepped back, hand going to her mouth. Even Dumbledore looked startled, which was quite an achievement, since the man seemed to know everything that went on. Only Poppy, who was used to such things by now, didn�t react. She reached over for a bucket, waiting for the inevitable.
And then he saw it. This was hardly the first time he�d held Chase to keep him from hurting himself but�he�d never seen anything before. Those psychic abilities he was sure Chase lacked cracked through his, admittedly low, shields.

It was a battlefield. Hogwarts law, crumbling and smoking, miles away. The forest was in flames; Hagrid�s hut was as well. Animals could be heard crying in the distance, pain for those lost, and rage at the destruction of their home.
And in the center of it all stood Voldemort, triumphant. There were people at his side, people that perhaps were important, but shadowed from his view. He could count them however, five of them. Two�three women, and two men.
And then it rippled.
A girl with light brown skin and brown curls, with just a hint of red when the sun hit them, sat in front of�miss-matched building, a sketchpad in hand. She had a blue jumper, with a white P on it. An explosion and the girl was swept up by a man, who held a wand and
Lead an army. It stretched behind him, like a wave in the ocean frozen in motion, waiting for his order. Gray-blue eyes glittered dangerously in the darkness.

He gasped, finally putting his block back into place. What in the hell was that?
�half-blood prince.� The words left his lips, but he had to confess he had no idea what the hell they meant. He jerked back and put a hand to his head. Ouch�
And then, as suddenly as it begun it was over. In a manner of speaking. Chase took the bucket and, with tears the color of blood running down his face, retched. The smell of old blood, mixed with acid, was strong enough that his eyes started to water.
But he didn�t move. He just rubbed the teen�s back, suddenly reminded of when he�d do this for the boy�s mother. Chase glanced at him sideways, eyes blurry, before falling back onto the bed and curling up. Poppy took the bucket and walked off.
�Severus, what did you see?�
Severus eyed the man for a moment, considering. To tell the truth wouldn�t be particularly beneficial to him or Chase, as it might reinforce Dumbledore�s idea of using the teen. Lying on the other hand would surely help him in the long run, as he�d have a few pieces of information that Dumbledore wasn�t privy to.
It would be�interesting to see how the game played out if one of the chess pieces knew more about what going on in the game, knew the other players final move, while his �master� was totally oblivious to it.
�I don�t know. It was jumbled.�
Dumbledore looked�deflated, as if he�d been hoping for something fantastic, only to have the idea crushed beneath his feet.
Severus smirked. And so the pawn finally sees part of the game, even if only a few squares.
He felt eyes on him and turned; meeting green eyes so bright they almost�burned him. Harry Potter was watching him from the safety of his bed, head cocked to the side in a silent question. He really shouldn�t have done it, but today was shaping up to be the worst day he�d had in a long while, so he sent an image of Potter on a bed, head tilted back in pleasure, underneath him.
And watched as the boy turned bright red all the way to the tip of his ears and turned away, pulling his covers back up to his neck.
Almost as amusing as failing an entire class of Gryffindors.
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Lucius Malfoy was, most likely, the only person who could rival Voldemort and Dumbledore when it came to sheer power of manipulation. Severus was far from surprised to find the man, and Draco Malfoy, in his parlor the weekend after the resurrection of Voldemort.
�Severus.�
�Lucius.� He let his eyes drop to the blond teen. �Draco. Chase is upstairs in his room. I doubt he�d mind your company; he�s been confined to his bed for quite sometime. Tell Lady Snape it�s fine to leave you alone if you wish.�
Lady Snape being his sister Selena. She�d come over the moment the Den had been notified of Voldemort�s return. She wasn�t really fond of, as she put it �his bastard mutt�, but she had no desire to be in charge of the Den, ever, and wanted Chase as healthy as possible for as long as possible. (To be honest he wasn�t really fond of her either, but he would have to return to Hogwarts and Chase was going to need a tutor for a time�)
Draco nodded then walked out. Draco and Chase, though of similar backgrounds, didn�t get along as well as they could have. Why that was he wasn�t sure, but he found he didn�t mind as much as some might have thought he would.
After all, he distinctly recalled losing his virginity in one of Hogwarts hidden rooms to Lucius Malfoy and Autumn Pryce� it may have been idealistic, but he�d prefer if Chase had a better experience and Draco was a watered down version of his father.
�He�s been wondering about you Severus. You felt the mark.�
�It was rather hard to miss.�
�You didn�t come.�
�Obviously.�
�Why?�
�Chase is ill.�
Lucius� eyes narrowed, becoming almost like chips of ice. �And you think that�s an excuse for not answering his call.�
�Doesn�t the fact I wasn�t there give you the answer to that question?� He wasn�t so�flippant on purpose, but he wasn�t afraid of Lucius. Undoubtedly he should be, Lucius wasn�t a man who should ever be taken lightly by anyone, but he had once been the man�s lover. It was hard to be intimidated by one he knew inside and out, from the taste of his skin to the taste of his blood.
�And you think He�lceptcept that?�
�He�ll have to.� Severus sighed. �Ask Narcissa about these matters Lucius, one never leaves their child in pain. Not even for the likes of Voldemort.�
�So you compare yourself to a woman?� Lucius sneered. �I see parenthood has turned you weak.�
�Hardly. Narcissa is by far more man than the vast majority of men in England. There is no shame in comparing myself to her.�
Now Narcissa Malfoy�there was a woman to be feared. She was cold and ruthless, with a cruel and careful mind, which, and this is what made her so deadly, she only used for her son�s benefit. She would let nothing get in the way of making Draco a figure to be reckoned with�
Next to Dumbledore, Narcissa was probably what Lucius and Voldemort should fear most. If they were a threat to Draco they would find themselves eliminated.
Lucius seemed to be considering that so he continued. �You know your wife isn�t weak, or else you wouldn�t have married her, and you wouldn�t parade all of your affairs before her, for her approval.� And this was true. That was why he and Lucius had ended, Narcissa hadn�t approved of him. �How is young Blaise by the way?�
Lucius growled at him. �My affairs are-�
�None of my concern, I�m sure. I just wonder what buggering your son�s best friend does to your family. I also wonder if Narcissa is aware of all of the expensive trinkets you shower him with and that he spends weekends in your home in New Zealand.� A place he remembered well. �I wonder if she knows you value him higher than your son.�
Lucius stiffened. Yes, he�d struck a nerve. If Narcissa knew of his obvious affection for Blaise, the teen would find himself very much�dead, for daring to put Draco second place in his father�s eyes. And if Lucius was wary of such a thing, than Draco truly had taken a lesser role in favor of his best friend.
Politics had always fascinated him, and not just because he�d hand a mind for them. As Figurehead for the Scottish Den, he had to know a thing or two about inter-vampire politics, so it went without saying he�d be able to grasp the way things worked. But he actually enjoyed it.
It was like chess. Which explained quite a bit.
The blonde�s lips pressed into a thin line. �What shall I tell Him?�
�Tell him my son has taken ill, much like his mother used to do.�
�The visions.� Lucius murmured, eyes growing bright. �It would do to have a seer in our fold again you know.�
�I would sooner allow Dumbledore to use him.� Severus said mildly. �You and He and Albus will do well to remember that my son is off limits.�
�Speaking of Albus, you do work for him-�
�He would like me to rejoin the fold and pass him information.�
�Shall you?�
�Of course.� Severus said, trying to make his tone indicate it should be obvious. �I would think I�d be doing the same for Him.�
�A double spy. You did always crave to be more complex than you were.� Lucius said coolly. �You�re much like His little rat that way.�
�I�d like to think I�m not quite that transparent.� This was, and always had been, Lucius� problem. (Well, beyond deriving pleasure from vampire bites, but that was something else completely.) He was arrogant, and placed himself so far above the rest of the world that he missed the subtle workings of the world.
He thought him transparent and simple. Lucius was, in that respect, sadly mistaken.
�I know what you�ll do. You take bits and pieces to Dumbledore, then bring back bits to us, and when the war is over whichever side wins will be in your debt, no matter your double dealings.�
�No.� He smirked and shook his head.
�Then what of it Severus? What goes on in that unnatural mind of yours?�
�If I told you, it�d ruin the game.� And Lucius did love a game.
The blond stared at him for a moment then a small smile quirked his lips. Severus knew, by sight alone, what was on Lucius� mind far before the lust tickled his nose. He refrained from rolling his eyes and instead indicated for Lucius to follow him.
It�s not like he minded the occasional tryst with Lucius. The man had a distinctly�intoxicating taste to him.
Besides, this too was politics, Lucius� way of saying that Severus was his, not Voldemort�s.
Another facet of his arrogance, for a vampire belonged to no one.
And he wondered why he thought of burning emerald eyes when he thought that.
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Part Three, Section Two

Perpetual Bliss

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Harry sat on his bed in the Gryffindor Tower, considering things. Well�more to the point, he was considering his Potions Master. Ever since the summer dreams of the man had plagued his mind, each more dark and troubling that the last.
And not dark and troubling in that Snape was evil and torturing people, but�in the fact that he liked the dreams. Even looked forward to them in a way. They were also�well, they excited him is ways he was sure a man old enough to be his father wasn�t supposed to excite him.
It had started with a dream that now he could just barely recall. The barest strains of it clung to his brain, like a song that couldn�t quite be forgotten and cropped up at thoroughly inappropriate moments. He knew a kiss, and not a kiss he asked for or even particularly wanted, until those deathly cold lips were on his, and that mouth was stealing his breath and�
It was taken from him, the kiss. He had no control over it, couldn�t say yes or no, could do anything except accept and respond.
And after that the dreams had become�increasingly�he couldn�t think of a word that quite described what he�d been seeing. It wasn�t like the dreams he had about Cho, those were all sweet and soft and�kind of vague. Harry had a general idea of what to do with a girl, but his aunt and uncle had never gotten around to giving him the �talk�.
What little he did know came from listening to Dudley and his friends, and he had to admit he doubted them as a source of accurate information. For the life of him he couldn�t imagine what a cucumber had to do with anything�
Nonetheless, lack of knowledge aside, his dreams about Cho are what he�d call�normal. A nice beautiful girl, exotic in a way, and the things he supposed you did with girls.
His drams about Snape were a different matter all together. Those were rough and�seemed to pull at him, demanding more and more of his mind. They penetrated deep, tearing away at his mind, touching parts of him he wouldn�t have expected. Parts of him that wanted darkness and delighted in imaging the pain someone like Snape could cause him.
And they were graphic. He didn�t know where the knowledge came from or how it got into his mind, but it was very much there, and every dream seemed just a little more real to him.
The touch of Snape�s hands, calloused and rough, against his skin, nails digging into his skin and drawing blood, which trailed down his skin. The harsh rasp of tongue and�
He shivered, drawing his knees up to his chest.
He imagined touches in places, and feelings so intense they threatened to pull him in and drown him, never letter go, that he never would have thought to�have touched. He could feel the pleasure, with the edge of pain, just enough to make him wish for more.
And even the coppery taste of blood in his mouth was painfully clear to him.
The dreams were causing him to wonder about Snape, wonder about the teacher who did nothing but try and drive him mad. Something in his ached to know�know everything.
And he�d gotten�a taste of knowledge while in the infirmary. He�d thought Snape a heartless�being that sort of existed, floating the hall of Hogwarts aimlessly, with no life beyond crushing the spirits of his students.
But he had a son, or at least that�s whom Mrs. Weasley had identified the boy as.
Harry had woken to a scream. At first he�d thought it was another nightmare, that the scream had been his head, but then he realized the scream was very much real and came from a boy, smaller than even he was, across from him and trashing around in one of the beds.
The pain that radiated from that body had been so thick Harry had thought for a moment that he could reach out and caress it.
Snape had, when the boy was sitting up and emptying his stomach in a bucket, held the boy, totally heedless to anyone that may have seen it. He had looked�almost kind. And caring. But then he�d caught Harry staring and an image of them, tangled intimately, had come unbidden to his mind and he�d looked away and, eventually, gone back to sleep.
When he awoke Snape and the boy were both gone.
But now he knew something. A pearl of knowledge.
And he wanted more.

Craxy: Twisted but beautiful actually sums it up very well. Severus is a bastard. I mean, seriously, as him and he�ll gleefully (or as gleefully as he can do anything) admit to it. Chase will testify to that fact with a big ole grin on his face. But Snape loves his son, period. Why I personally don�t know. I can�t *stand* Chase. He�s so�weird. But one thing I adore in him is that he isn�t complex. When Chase is happy he is happy, when he�s sad he�s sad, if he�s upset he is upset and everyone knows.
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