The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Two: I\'m A Sadist





I drove on to my driveway, pulled up the handbrake and turned off

the engine. I looked at my watch. 7:45.



I usually come home late.



That\'s the price working for Riddle. I\'m a lawyer; says alot about my

personality, don\'t you think?



And I usually have to waste another half an hour to avoid Lucius.



OH WHY did I have to fuck him over the table?



Oh yes, I was DRUNK.



Not completely, anyway. I was also frustrated a bit. The

alcohol just helped me along.



We were working late on a case, so late we had to order in food and were

the only ones left, besides the few security guards scattered in and

around the building.



I stopped writing for a bit, since I was getting slight cramps in my

right hand, got out of my seat and stretched out my muscles and

cracked the kinks out of my bones.



"A drink, Severus?"



I looked over at Lucius, who was by the drinks cabinet, offering a

crystal glass that was already half full with whiskey.



"Please."



What could a harmless little drink can do? It was a tiring job, after all.



I walked over to the window sill, looking out to see the busy

nightlife of London. We\'re up quite high. Not noisy at all. Bright

lights of the other buildings around, and the cars and streetlights

below. It was a nice view.



I almost forgot where I was.



Until I felt a body behind me.



Literally.



After that it was a bit of a blur to me. All I can really remember is

that my glass seemed to never get empty. A lot of touching and that I

was reaching for my condom into my wallet to put it on.



The next day, when I saw dear old Lucius, I noticed that he was walking

rather funnily and had the biggest smirk that looked like a cat that won

a big bowl of cream.



Heh, I guess he did, if you think about it.



7:51.



I grabbed the present and then hid it under my long coat.



It\'s big enough, but I had to go upstairs quickly to hide it.



I quickly grabbed my briefcase also and got out of the car, locked it, and went

up to the porch.



Before I could even get my keys out, the door opened, and I was attacked

by a small bundle of arms and legs.



"Daddy!"



Ah, Jimmy.



"Hello, son…May I come in?"



I could not help but let a chuckle come out.



"Of course, silly daddy! It\'s your house, too!"



Ah, so thoughtful, the children these days…



We quickly went inside and I shut the door.



"What\'s that daddy?"



He was pointing at my coat



I realized that the corner of the present was showing.



Crap! was all I could think of.



"Nothing, just the inner laying that\'s all" I shifted the coat better

and quickly changed the subject. "Where\'s your mother and brother?" I

was slowly taking a few steps back to quickly go to the staircase.



He was on to me.



"Harry is in his room and mummy is making dinner." He was still eying my coat



"Tell her I\'ll be right down!"



Ok, I admit, I rushed up the staircase a bit to hastily.



It was so unlike me, to act stupid like that, but then again, I don\'t have a stupid son.



Once I was upstairs, I quickly went down the hall to my bedroom.



I could hear little, patted, barefooted footsteps on the carpet.



Can you guess who it was?



I opened the door, stepped inside, and quickly closed the door.



I stopped for a moment to listen…



The sound of a closed door.



I sighed.



Really, for a moment I thought the boy would not give up! I flicked on

the light switch.



Now, where to hide the little prezzie…



Not under the bed; so childish.



Not in the drawers; it wouldn\'t fit.



No room in the joint bathroom.



That would only leave the walk-in wardrobe that had those long gaps in

the door to see through.



So I walked in, flicked on the light switch for it, and went right

down to the end.



My side of the wardrobe. I took off the pile of sweaters and put the

present onto the shelf, then re-stacked the clothing on top of it to

hide it from view. I put my briefcase, wallet, and keys away. Then my

coat and tie, and finally my shoes. I took of my socks and threw it

into the hamper, slipped my feet into the slippers and rolled up my

sleeves to my elbows.



When I was walking slowly down the hallway Jimmy had just come out of

Harry\'s room and shut the door softly. He turned around to look at me and

gave me a big, toothy grin and went off to his own bedroom.



I lifted up an eyebrow at that.



It was slightly odd, but nothing to alarm me. He was always smiling happily.



Oh how wrong I will be later on.



I went downstairs and into the spacious kitchen, stopping in the doorway.



There she stood. My beautiful Lily. Quietly humming and chopping away.

The luscious, red, shoulder-length hair gently flowing with her

movements when checking the pots on the stove. Red, natural lips that

was not smeared by make-up. The glowing, slightly tanned skin that made

her green eyes stand out even more. Her white flowing dress, with

roses printed on them. A cream apron that has a little kitten cooking

on it as the print.



She had not noticed me yet.



Good. So I tip toed around the large counter in the middle of the

kitchen and went behind her, slowly wrapping up my strong arms around

her slim waist, and bent down to gently nuzzle into her neck which

gave her a tiny startle.



"Hmm smells good," I softly whisper while taking in the sweet scent

that was coming from her.



She let out a tinny giggle, but then jokingly mocked a pout. "It should

be. It\'s mash with vegetables with a thick joint of lamb and gravy."



"That does sound delightful…but I wasn\'t talking about the food."



She playfully slapped my thigh and… "Hmph. Sometimes I don\'t know why

I even bother!"



I grinned, "\'Cause you love me, my dear petal," and gently kissed her

behind her ear, slowly moving down to her sensitive spot underneath

the lobe to gently suckle.



She moaned so deliciously.



But as quickly as that happened, hands were on my chest and I was being

lead out with a slap on my behind.



"Leave me be and let me cook, Severus Snape! I\'M not on the menu!"



I chuckled. "for now…" Turning away, I started to make my way into the

living room.



Until I got another slap on my behind as a result.



I just outright laughed and walked away.



I never really thought of myself as a family man. Never really had

anything to go by in my life that is remotely anything like a family.

Oh yes, I had a mother and a father, but that\'s all I ever knew about

them. I mostly grew up with different nannies that were so random

that I hardly got to see them more than three times. It explains that

I cannot trust someone so easily. I haven\'t had any REAL friends and

relationships, even, just acquaintances and one night stands.



Until I met Lily that is.



I can be the most stubborn person you\'ll ever meet, when I want to be.

It\'s slightly funny when I think about that part.



We met through my job. She wanted a divorce with her husband and take

full custody of Harry. I wouldn\'t blame her at all. Have you seen him?

He\'s a complete drunk and just living on inheritance. He wouldn\'t even

spend some of his money on Lily and Harry, unless he had no other

choice. Luckily, though, Lily\'s mother was still alive then. She

could support her more than enough. That\'s why I was Lily\'s lawyer;

she wanted everything from that bastard. Harry, the money, the house,

even the very glass and liquor he drinks.



That\'s how we met. I went to her mother\'s house where she was

currently staying along with Harry, where we had to discuss some issues

about the case: Harry and the divorce settlements.



And when I saw her for the very first time, I simply forgot to breathe.



THAT man doesn\'t know what he was missing.



How could she be treated like that? She was the most gentle and kind

person I ever met. She doesn\'t put on a farce, like most people. She

was actually genuine about it.



And from that moment on, I did not want to stop seeing her.



When I arrived in the very spacious living room, I saw that Harry

finally come down and was lying comfortably on his back on the sofa,

watching some cartoon on the plazma screen TV that was displayed on

the wall.



And I remember when I first met Harry. Such a shy little boy. Of

course, you think at that age when I first met him, they will be shy.



Wrong.



His shyness had nothing to do with innocence.



His father threatened him badly, you know. Only him, though. Why that

bastard even gave him a little gift not too long before I met Harry;

a zig zag scar on his forehead. Yes, his father also hits him. Not full

on beatings, but still hits, nonetheless. He never told his mother

anything about it; still hasn\'t even. I only figured it out when

Harry came back from his time with his…\'Father\'. The only reason I

have not told anyone is that Harry made me promise not to. Even begged

and cried. I cannot see my boy like that. He told me his \'father\' does

not hit him anymore. For some reason, I believed him, but I know he gets

little threats now and then.



Oh yes, you\'re probably wondering why he still sees his \'father\'.



It\'s because the case did not go as I expected.



The judge allowed his \'father\'…Look, I can\'t say that name anymore. It

leaves a bad taste in my mouth and my mind, so I\'ll just call him by

his second name: Potter.



Well, the judge suggested that Potter get to spend time with

Harry, since he was his biological father, since there\'s been some

fathers out there recently in the years doing weird stunts like

wearing a Spiderman outfit and were on top of a bulldozer or something

to that kind to let them spend more time with their children and equal

rights to custody. Two weekends a month. And he will get to keep half

the money he has. The rest of the money and the deed of the properties

goes to Lily.



Seems a lot to most people.



But it MEANS nothing to me, Potter should have lost more than that…It

was what he deserved!



But alas, the judge will always rule his courtroom won\'t he?



Speaking of weekends…One was coming up for him to visit Potter. Harry

sees Potter for the first weekend of the month and the last weekend of

the month. It shouldn\'t be TOO confusing for the drunken fool.



It took time for Harry to be comfortable in my presence. Who could

blame him, though, knowing his history with Potter? The boy was way too

formal for his age, almost at the point of being afraid about doing

something impolite or wrong near me.



As if he would be hit.



I will never hit my boy. I even vowed to death that I will protect him

in any way I can. He\'s my little boy and I love him. I will never turn

him down to anything! I will always try to make him happy. When Harry

did come out of his shell, he was the happiest and curious boy I

had ever met.



Like he has been freed and the chains of burden had been snapped and

fallen to the ground to be finally forgotten.



You can guess what his burden was.



Oh he had an alluring innocence about him, still, but now in the

childlike way. Heh, he still acts like that, even. He takes after his

mother a little. Kind, gentle, innocent, and beautiful.



I move towards him, lifted up his feet, sat down, and placed his bare

feet onto my lap. I placed my right hand on top of his ankle and

leaned against the corner of the sofa.



"What are you watching, son?"



"The Simpsons, Papa."



Papa. He has always called me that since I told him not to call me \'sir\'

anymore. He\'ll never call me by my name, since he thinks of me as his

dad, but he will not call me dad since he calls Potter that. I cannot

say anything about that since it is not my decision to make.



So papa it is.



I was just watching the part when Homer got attacked by Maggie with a

hammer when Harry started to speak again. "Tomorrow\'s my game, Papa…"



Ah, I know why he sounds a little timid there. Since it\'s an afternoon

match of football, I haven\'t been to many his games because I usually

work late.



"What time will it start, Harry?…" I asked calmly, knowing I can make it

tomorrow. I had no appointments, just some paperwork for that day

which I could do at home. If anything DID come up I\'d

cancel it. I won\'t miss the match for the world. Not since I\'ve missed

the other five matches.



I couldn\'t bear that look on Harry\'s face any longer since the last

time that I did missed it. I won\'t let it happen again, if I can help

it…He looked like he just gave up on hope that I would come and see

him.



"4:30, Papa…But if you can\'t make it, Papa, I can un-"



"No. I\'ll be there. I promise."



Harry just went quiet, then nodded slowly.



The reason, I believe, he looked as if he did not believe my words

is because I had promised him the last time as well.



I just wanted to kick myself there and then. "Son, I know I\'ve

promised you before, but I\'m going to keep this promise. I swear I

will. I\'ll even miss the day of work tomorrow, if you want me to. I\'ll

even fake being ill or something-"



Harry just gave me one of his most brilliant smiles then. Ah, he

believes me then.



"Thank you, Papa, you\'re the best!"



And that just made me smile.



He\'s so like his mother. Able to forgive and forget.



People will take advantage of that. Especially someone like my Harry.



I just wanted to protect him even more.



And I will.



I started to smirk a little when he went back watching The Simpsons. I

got a better hold of his feet.



"I was thinking that after the match you\'ll play, you want to go to

McDonalds or something?"



"Yeah, sure. Erm, but can we go to the shopping centre too? Please? I need to get a present for Jimmy…" He was still watching the program.



"Of course. Anything you want, son."



I slowly traced my left fingertips lightly against the middle of his feet.



He twitched.



I did it again.



He giggled.



I smirked even more. I got a better hold of his feet and traced the

feet a bit more firmly.



That got him.



"Papa! Hahahahaha, sto-op!"



"Never!" I mockingly declared. I just love seeing my Harry happy.



Even if it tortured him.



I admit. I\'m a sadist.