The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Nineteen: Vengeance







The next day I was in my office, as usual, in the afternoon. Just finished a meeting with a client of mine, and I was even more exhausted than the day before. I had arrived considerably late that night, my son did not come into the bedroom between me and Lily. It made me curious upon why he did not come. I even came upon the thought if he was upset with me.



But how could he? I done what he wanted for that night and that’s all it should be, end of story….



But it was not was it?



And soon I would be finding out my answer to my silent question.



My phone rang, my mobile in fact. So I knew it would most likely be a personal call.



And it was; Lily.



I smiled, soon to be replaced by a frown with the up coming convocation. “Hello my dear petal” I purred.



“Severus I need you to go and collect Harry from his school, I’m too tied up at the Hospital to go there” She sounded urgent.



This was the point that I frowned, and the tone in my voice was led by confusion. “Harry? He’s not at home yet?”



“No”



“But I’m slightly swamped by work here Lily at the moment, can he not come home by bus? Or get Indu to collect him”



Indu was our nanny for Jimmy when he finished school for the afternoon, when me and Lily can not be there. You can guess it was most of the time, but only for a few hours since he entered into his primary school. She was a lovely Indian lady, they do make the best people when it came to handling children. Jimmy is rather fond of her I should say.



I heard a sigh through the mobile. “Severus, Harry’s been in a fight, and they need a parent to collect him-”



“A fight?” I cut in. “Why? Is he hurt?” Now confusion turned into a parents concern.



“Nothing but a few scratches Severus, look, if you got too much work right now I can send James if you want. Or Sirius-”



I stood up, I started to pack my things up. I did not want Potter or Black go and collect him. They would try and bad mouth me of not going to get Harry myself.



Plus I wanted to know what had happened with him. “No, its fine, I can do this later, I’ll go and get him alright Lily?”



“Alright Severus. I’ll see you tonight love, bye”



“Bye” I hung up my mobile and finished packing up my belongings.



I was stuck in traffic since it was the afternoon for the workers to finish up for the day, so I just gripped my steering wheel tighter and waited for the line to move along, watching the people walking by.



I sighed heavily. All the while wondering what could have provoked Harry getting into a fight - if it was he who started it. I once again frowned and became confused. He had never had a fight before. Well not that I knew of.



Except now that is.



An hour went by until I finally arrived at his school. I stepped out, locking the car, and walked to the school’s entrance and into the reception area.



“Good afternoon, my name is Severus Snape and I am here to collect my son Harry Snape?” I spoke to a young blond woman.



She looked onto her left and picked up a small piece of paper amongst a pile of files. “Oh yes!” She had a irritable high pitched voice that I had almost cringed. “Mr Snape? Harry’s in the headmaster’s office, with Mr Dumbledore at the moment along with his form tutor, Mr Lupin. They was expecting you sometime ago…”



I resisted arching a cocky eyebrow. “Well I was stuck in traffic, now may I collect my son?”



She pursed her lips, rather tightly. I smirked inwardly.



“I’ll just go and take you to them” She got up and took me too them through a row of corridors.



Once we arrived she knocked on the door and opened the door. “Mr Snape is here Headmaster”



“Yes, yes, let him in”



The receptionist left, of course giving me a last unpleasant look before walking off.



I walked into the office and the first thing I had noticed was Harry sitting in a chair at the end of the office, and he looked like he was supporting quite a few scratches and bruises.



“Harry?” I said a little too sharply, walking towards him ignoring the other two occupants in the room.



He had looked like he fought with Mike Tyson. His right eye was completely shut and swollen; no doubt it was soon to become a black eye. His bottom lip was also swollen and you could see it was split open, most assumingly blood was seeping out of its wound. His nose looked brick red but it did not look broken. His skin was tinged light blue from various places, which could be called bruises. And a few cuts deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to have it stitched up, and top it all of he was slightly hunched over and supporting his stomach with both of his arms.



I growled and whirled round to see the other two men in the room. An elderly man was sitting behind its desk, completely covered with unfamiliar trinkets. He had a long grey beard also with long grey hair, wearing a bright orange suit that was hurting my eyes. Though it was he whom was wearing spectacles.



In front of his desk sat another man, though he seemed to be a bit more around my age. He had short brown hair with amber eyes, two distinct scars going along his face as if a lion had swiped his face with its claws. He was thin, his shaggy clothing did not make him look better, a little hollow looking but never the less he supported half a smile.



“I demand to know who did this to my son!” I did nothing to hold my anger down, all I could think of was my little boy.



The older man cleared his throat, and gestured to the empty seat opposite him. “Mr Snape, if you like to take a seat I would gladly explain what has happened to Harry…”



I clenched my fists, too stubborn to do what the old man had asked of me. I just wanted to find out who had done this to my boy, find them and rip out their hearts and shove them down their throats.



“Please Papa…” But then I was brought down from the anger when I heard the small whimper of plea from my son. So I sat, though bringing the chair next to Harry to rub his back in comfort.



“Well?” I said much more calmingly, though it still had the edge of my bark.



“Well from your earlier question Mr Snape “ The headmaster had continued. “We do not know who had caused this to Harry-”



“What? What do you mean by this!” I cut in.



“Well you see Mr Snape “ Now It was Harry’s tutor, Mr Lupin. “We had found Harry behind the building where the football pitch is located. We know it was during lunchtime, though there is no cameras around that area so we are not as sure who had done this to him….or perhaps it might have been Harry who had caused this…”



I growled, anger rising up once again. “How dare you apply such a lie! Harry would never have started anything of the like! And what do you mean you do not who had done this? I considerably doubt that the boy would start beating himself up to pass the time!” I hissed.



The old man cleared his throat. “Please Mr Snape, calm down…We do not know what has exactly happened since Harry is even refusing to speak about the matter. All we know is that Mr Lupin here had found him there when the teachers on duties was finishing up their rounds to see all the students had gone back to class…”



I looked at Harry, who was staring at the floor. I took in a deep breath to calm myself. Then spoke to the boy. “Is that true Harry?” No reply.



“We had asked him countless of times Mr Snape, but he just simply refused to tell anyone of us…He hasn’t even spoke a word until just now with you” I heard Lupin spoke softly, I was still looking at my Raven.



“Harry…” Dumbledore said in a rather gentle voice. “ Are you?…Are you trying to protect this person who had done this to you my boy?”



Still no answer. I frowned. “Harry, please tell us…I’m worried about you son”



“I’m sorry to bring this up right now, but I think it will make a little more sense to our situation…” I looked over to the amber eyed man, he gave me a grimed smile. “I was meaning to phone either you or your Wife Mr Snape to ask if any one of you could come into a parents meeting with me. I’m truly sorry to say this once again but it seems Harry’s grades has dropped considerably low in the past few months, and the GCSE’s are not to far along, I’m starting to worry that he will fail those exams if he took it right now. Even in football he doesn’t play as well as he use to ”



My frown deepened even more. Not only was Harry beaten up, but also he was failing in his subjects. Even in the sport he loved playing in all his life. ‘What has gotten into him’ I thought.



“Are you…being bullied son? Is that why your grades dropped” Again no answer. “Harry, please…tell me” I said a little urgently.



At last he spoke. “I wanna go home” He whispered.



I sighed and looked back at the two men, who looked as much as disappointed with the answer as I was. “Is there anything else you could do?”



The headmaster shook his head. “I’m sorry, no. We cannot do anything at this moment, unless he tells us who it was involved. And the situation about his grades, if he does not manage to do something about it, I’m afraid he will be kicked off the school’s team” The old man sighed deeply. “ Harry, don’t be afraid of us. We want to help you dear boy. We know that you love that sport but right now the way things are going; you won’t be playing it much more. Please, just tell us who it is, and straight away we will deal with it”



He finally lifted up his head and went to straight to stare at me with his pleading green eyes. “I just wanna go home…”



Now it was I that had adverted from the stare.



Lupin walked over to Harry’s other side of the chair. He placed his hand onto his shoulder lightly and spoke once again. Concern all over his features and eyes. “Perhaps you need a few days to think about it Harry. Take a couple of days off and get healed up ok? Maybe in a better mood we could talk about this a bit more, like the headmaster said Harry, once you’ve told us we will deal with it straight away. There is no tolerance with bulling in anyway in this school Harry, you can count on that…you can trust me Harry”



I looked back at him who still stared at me, not even glancing at the other man, speaking one last plea with me. “Please…”



What choice did I have?



It had been an hour now when I went to collect my son. Who was currently sitting in the passenger’s seat, though he was not holding his stomach anymore, so I did not take him to the hospital. Even though the school’s nurse told him he would be fine.



We were once again stuck in traffic which was worse than before. It was completely silent in the thick tension inside the car. Hearing nothing but a few random car horns.



I cleared my throat heavily. I was soon to be leaving for a few weeks, and yet I had not told anyone in my family. Perhaps it was not of best of times but the moment would of come sooner or later, and perhaps, I thought it would change the unsettling air around us.



I swallowed slowly. “Harry? I need to talk to you…to tell you something”



He did not turn to face me; just staring at the window to his side, showing no signs that he has even heard me.



“Harry?” I said once again.



I noticed his fist clench ever so slightly on his knee. “Yes Papa?” He sounded so small, so…wryly.



I licked my lips. Here goes…”I will be leaving in a few days Harry, to attend a court case with a client…”



He loosened his fist. Silence once again surrounded us as I thought he would not reply, so I began to speak again until he finally spoke after a few moments passed by. “How long? How long will you be gone?”



“For a few weeks…”



Silence.



Until…”You won‘t…you will not be coming to my birthday then, won‘t you?” He still looked through the glass of the window, still not giving me a glance in my direction. Judging by the tone of his soft voice, perhaps he was expecting me to disappoint him by not returning to his birthday.



To my shock and surprise then, I had not realised that his birthday was coming up. I slumped against the seat, disgusted with my self that I had forgotten it. I could have kicked myself happily there and then for being a terrible Father.



I bit my lip. Looking him over, practically seeing the tension through his body. I wanted to kick my self even more, for god’s sake; I would even let Harry do it himself. I went over to take his hand into my own. I could not help but to slowly rub lines onto his knuckles with my thumb. Feeling the hard ridges of his bones. How small it was compared to my own, how my hand easily dominated his.



I bit my lip harder, remembering the trails he traced around my face, neck, chest, back, and my cock with his curious fingers…



I stopped myself from moaning. I screwed my eyes shut. ‘No!’ I thought ‘I cannot think like that, not again, never…not with him. Not with my little boy, my son my…beautiful son, my little Raven…’



“Don’t start something you can’t finish Papa…” He broke my thoughts.



I opened my eyes in surprise to notice that I was now stroking his inner thigh.



I took a sharp intake of breath and jerked my hand away as if I had been brunt by a hot stove. I had noticed my breathing had become deeper, my heart beating faster…



I licked my lips and swallowed. Images of Harry and I coming at me in full speed and force. Remembering the delightful, sinful, delicious, devious, beautiful moans…



I placed the palm of my hands onto my closed eyes. Trying anything to stop the memories in anyway possible. Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop! A mantra repeating over in my mind, keeping the disgusting beast at bay.



“I got into a fight because…Because he was saying some things about me I didn’t like. They both were, it was two of them and they were saying…” I looked over him and he was now staring at the hand I had caressed. “They said that I was a pervert, a freak…Then they said some stuff about me being gay, really nasty things…I was ignoring them, cause I knew they was just being stupid cause they always picked on other people always” He took a deep shaky breath. “But then they started to say some things about you…”



I raised any eyebrow. I could now tell he fought to defend me. “Harry?”



“They said that I probably loved getting fucked by you” He whispered. “ That I was a whore and would do anything for…For cock. That I-”



“Stop. I think I’ve got it Raven” I cut in. I did not want to hear anymore of that. I was very tempted to go back to that school to get the names of those boys and deal with it myself. “Harry, I’m very honoured that you defended me like that but, it wasn’t worth the trouble. Not this” I waved my hand slowly over him. “I don’t want you to get hurt over this, over something that could be ignored. I love you to much for that…you do know you have to tell this to your teacher Raven, or I could do it for you if you want?”



He nodded, rather gloomily. I did not know what question he had answered yes to.



I sighed. I had noticed that I was sighing a lot when it came to my son.



Silence came over us once again, though the tension had eased considerably than before. I reached over to on the radio to lift our sprits up somewhat. And soon the sound of a song called ‘Mad world’ filled the air.



When the song was about to end I heard my little boy spoke to me rather softly.



“Do you love me Papa?…” He sounded so broken. So helpless…



I furrowed my eyebrows. “Of course son, I love you very much Harry. Why do you have to ask that?” Though the choice of words may be called a little harsh, the tone I used would be any other Father would use for their loved ones.



“No…If…If you and Mum never got together would you…love me? If you met me?”



Now my brows furrowed in sympathy. I could of not been that special to think of like that. I wanted him to forget me in that way but…I knew I had made it worse from that one night of…passion? Love?



He said he would leave it at that…but by asking me these things will never let him, or me, be free of this. “My Harry…why do you do this? You’re just hurting yourself even more…I don’t want to hurt you anymore…” Now it was I that sounded so broken, so defeated.



He had finally opened his right eye, though he looked briefly in pain by doing this, he still turned to look at me. “ I…won’t ask anymore of this Papa, anymore from you but…I just want to know…” He glanced downwards, reaching shakily towards my hand. Grasping it gently, softly…



I shook my thoughts away. How can one simple touch remind me of so much? I questioned myself. Raging a war against myself, the disgusting…Lust, beast, sin, unforgivable of a…man?



A man of whom did not know at that moment that he already had fallen in love with his own son.



All I knew then was that anymore of this. This contact of the boy next to me. I would not be able to hold myself, convince myself of the lies I was feeding to myself that this was not, anymore, of wishful thinking about a Father loving their son. Doing anything to make the smiles appear on their features.



No, but it had some truths. Yes, I wanted, am his Father, a Father who loved his boy like any other Father would. Would do anything for those graceful smiles to warm my heart…



But now, then, it had changed when he hold my hand as a lover.



But I had to change it before it was too late…



And I did not know whom I had truly lost then. My son? Or my lover?



I gripped his hand in a deathly vice, staring straight ahead, though not seeing anything in particular. My vision blurred by the sheer determination to stop this before it was too late, for me, to stop this before it was too late. “Enough” Even though my tone was deathly calm, my body was shaking with anger. Yes I was angry, I was raged beyond belief, but it was more to myself then to my Raven. Hearing only his soft cry, that was why I was angered; because I knew if I look at him then and hear that cry again, I will breakdown, cradle him in my arms protectively and give him everything that his little heart desires.



So I did not look at him, nor gave him a chance to cry in a heart wrenching plea. It was time for me to be the bastard I was so famous for outside of my home. “Enough Harry…Enough of this. I will say this once and only once, so get it through your head boy since I‘m sick and tired of this, There is no us, nor there was an ‘us’. I’m married to your Mother, I love her and we have two sons. That is it. Nothing more, nothing less” I gave one final squeeze before I threw his hand back to him. Still staring ahead.



It had felt time had stopped, but yet it also felt I had been there for an eternity. Alas it only had been a minute at most for his reply to of not my answer, but to my statement.



“Yet you still fucked me. Do you remember? Telling me that you’ll show me love? Remember all those kisses, those touches, those moans you was giving to your son?” Such malice was laced around those words.



How the truth hurts when you listen it from someone else’s lips.



And yet again, my anger had gotten the best of me. So I turned to face him. “I also remember that you told me to do those things. Do you also remember that it was only one night? Do you remember still who I share a bed with, who I share a son with? Who I share those kisses, those touches, those moans with, without even being asked too?” I said in a deathly whisper.



All he did was that he closed his eyes, seeing his Adams apple bobbing by swallowing. But I could see still, I could still see under those marks and bruises that he was in pain, not physical, but emotional pain by my words.



But he did not cry, and that had me calm down and at the same time, worried.



I carried on talking, no longer whispering but no longer raged. “ I had made a vow to myself Harry that I will always protect you and love you as my own, but this?…This is not what I had asked for. It is what you have asked for, and sometimes…Sometimes we do not get what we want” That last statement was meant for me just as much as it was meant for my Harry, and that was my resolve at that moment to tame the beast within. “I love you Harry, and it is best that we leave this alone…” I turned back to move the car forward when the traffic started to move. “For the both of us” I whispered ever so softly that I had breathed it out rather than voiced it out.



But he had heard, and he had not replied.



And the beast would soon come back with vengeance.