Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 48 ~ Making the Big Decision

Mathias descended the stairs from the boys' dormitory and was met by Jasmine.

"How is Andreas?" she asked him, looking very concerned.

"He's all right. Just some teacher trouble, but it's taken care of now," Mathias said, walking past her. Jasmine followed him.

"That's good," she said shortly, catching up.

Mathias headed for the common room corridor. Jasmine stopped when she saw him enter it.

"Where are you going now?" she asked him, trying not to look petulant. She wanted to spend a little more time with him. He had wasted so much of it seeing about Andreas.

"To see my father. I'll talk to you later, Jasmine," Mathias said, walking up the corridor toward the Head of House office.

"Bye," Jasmine called after him, her face darkening slightly. He always had something to do.

Frowning, Jasmine walked over to the study table and sat down. She had been studying Potions. She looked at the book a moment, then her eyebrows went up. Mathias liked to study alone…but what if he saw she was having problems in Potions? He might try to help her. Now that was an idea.

She tore up the summary she was working on and began a new one.

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Severus was sitting in his office, stroking his chin and dealing with an enormous erection. His mind kept going back to his night with Hermione. It had been quite satisfying as was the morning after. He managed to fuck the witch one more time before he left, relieving his morning hard-on. It had been years since he had done that. The Potions Master was hoping he could see her again next weekend. The witch was addictive, and for all intents and purposes…his. No one else would touch her.

Mathias arrived outside his office and looked in at his father. The pale wizard had quite a faraway look in his glittering eyes. Mathias cleared his throat and Severus looked at him, a slight scowl on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Snape?" he asked the boy.

Mathias tentatively stepped into his office.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you, Professor?" he inquired.

Severus studied him for a moment.

"School business or personal?" he asked the young wizard.

"Personal sir," Mathias replied.

Severus considered this.

"Five minutes. Sit, Mathias," the Potions Master said, switching to his son's given name as he did when they talked of personal matters.

The visitor chair in Severus' Head of House office was much more comfortable, being that it hosted the bottoms of his Slytherins. It was cushioned and sturdy, unlike the rickety chair in his Potions office. His favoritism knew no bounds. Mathias took a seat.

"I want to know if you went to the Ministry like you said you would," Mathias asked the wizard directly. Severus frowned at him.

"I would not say I was going to do something and not do it, Mathias. Your mother and myself have completed the name change. Your name is now Mathias John Snape. It is official," Severus replied, noting the smile that lit up his son's face. He appeared to be quite happy about this. Still…

"Now that you have my surname, I expect you to act accordingly. Do not bring any more disgrace upon it. I've done quite an adequate job myself in that regard," Severus said quietly.

Mathias looked at him.

"I am going to bring honor to it. You'll see," the little wizard replied. His face was determined. "I am going to do great things. Things that mean something."

Severus studied him.

"As long as you do these "great things" because they should be done. Not for self-glory and public fame, Mathias. You do not want to end up another show-off Potter," the Professor said, his large nose wrinkling with distaste.

"No sir," Mathias replied, wondering why his father disliked Harry so much.

He didn't think he should ask him. Perhaps he'd ask his mum next time he saw her. Speaking of his mum…

"I didn't see you yesterday evening Professor. You didn't open up your office last night like you usually do," Mathias said diplomatically.

Severus looked at him steadily.

"I was otherwise engaged, Mathias," he replied, knowing the boy was fishing.

"Were you in the castle?" the boy asked innocently.

Severus looked at him.

"No, I was not," Severus replied, "I went to have a word with your mother."

Mathias smiled again. He couldn't help himself. Severus kept his face carefully neutral at his son's obvious approval.

"Was it a good word?" Mathias asked.

"Yes," Severus replied, the image of Hermione orgasming in his arms filling his head for a moment. "Quite a good word."

There was something in the Professor's eyes that made Mathias' heart leap a little.

"What did you talk about?" Mathias pressed.

Severus scowled at him.

"Mathias, you are much too inquisitive. What I discussed with your mother is not your concern," the wizard snapped at him.

"It is if you've decided to be her boyfriend," Mathias said a bit argumentively. "That would affect me too. It would change the family…er…dynamic."

Severus raised both eyebrows at the boy. Family dynamic? He was eleven years old…what did he know about family dynamics? The wizard shook his head slightly, thinking once again Mathias was definitely his mother's child.

"Let's just say, Mathias, that your mother and I have come to an understanding. You may, on occasion see me at your home," the Professor replied evenly.

Mathias grinned.

"In the mornings?" he asked hopefully.

Mathias knew if the Professor was there in the mornings then it meant he would have spent the night in his mother's bed. And if he did that, he would most certainly be her boyfriend.

Severus cocked his head at the boy.

"Would you like to see me at your house in the mornings, Mathias?" Severus asked him, knowing the boy knew what it meant if a wizard slept with his mother.

"Better you than Mr. Forall," the boy replied.

Severus smirked.

"I imagine there may be some mornings you will see me over the coming summer months," the wizard replied.

It was all Mathias could do to keep from letting out a whoop of victory. His mother and father were an item. That was just the way it should be.

"That's great, Professor," Mathias beamed at him.

"You think so, Mathias? Most students wouldn't like to see me leaving their mum's room in the morning," Severus said to him, frowning slightly.

Mathias shook his head slightly.

"That's most students. I'm not just a student, I'm your son. And I know mum will be happy to have someone smart like she is, and she won't be by herself," the boy stated seriously. "And I think you will be happy too. Mum is very nice."

"Yes, she is," Severus said, thinking about Hermione blowing him for the first time. "Quite nice."

The wizard looked at his watch.

"Five minutes are up, Mr. Snape," the Potions Master said, reverting to school address. "Good evening."

Mathias stood up, smiling.

"Good evening sir," he replied.

The young wizard exited the room.

Severus watched him go, shaking his head slightly. The boy certainly believed in going directly to the source.

Not a bad trait at all.

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Two days later while in Potions class, Professor Snape was handing out the summaries he had assigned two days before. He stopped in front of Jasmine Malfoy, handing her the parchment. It was covered in red marks.

"Miss Malfoy, this was the worst summary in the class. Did your brain shut down?" he asked her. Jasmine reddened.

"No sir, I was just having some problems trying to absorb the text. It…it just wouldn't come together," she replied.

"Well, I suggest you 'get it together' Miss Malfoy or your marks in this class will drop significantly," the Potions Master said, moving on to the next student.

Jasmine dropped her head.

Mathias looked at her. Jasmine was having trouble with Potions? He watched as the witch quietly began to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks. His father had embarrassed her, as he embarrassed everyone that did poorly.

Jasmine truly was crying. She had purposely fudged her summary so Professor Snape would target her, and Mathias would feel sorry for her. But the Professor had embarrassed her, and Jasmine Malfoy wasn't used to being publicly humiliated. Still it was all part of the larger plan. Suddenly a note landed on her desk. Whoever had tossed it took a great risk. Severus seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Luckily, they must have been closed because he didn't see the note passed.

Carefully watching the Professor, Jasmine opened the note. It was from Mathias and read:

Don't cry Jasmine. I will help you with your Potions homework.

Mathias

Jasmine sniffed and looked over at Mathias, who was looking at her somberly. She gave him a small, tremulous smile. He nodded at her as if to say, "It's going to be all right."

Jasmine turned back to the front of the class, a wicked little smirk on her face.

She was in.

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As soon as Potions was out, Mathias made a beeline for the library. He walked up to the desk. A bespectacled Madam Pince, who was busily stamping books, looked over her cat-glasses at him, the chain swaying slightly. She smiled at the pale little wizard.

"What can I do for you Mr.…Gr…er... Snape?" she asked him, correcting her address.

"Good afternoon, Madame Pince," Mathias said politely, "I need to look up the properties of a plant or root. It's called 'Iboga'"

The librarian looked at him, then nodded toward the catalogue file.

"You do know how to use the catalogue system, Mr. Snape?" she asked him.

Mathias nodded.

"Then I suggest you utilize it. Your mother was quite gifted in research. I imagine you have a bit of her talent at it," the witch said smiling. "I only help those who can't help themselves. Otherwise I wouldn't get anything done. Go along now."

Mathias thanked the witch and headed over to the catalogue, found the I - J file and pulled it open. He leafed through the cards, but couldn't find anything on 'Iboga'. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then moved to the reference section of the catalogue. He found a book titled "Daniel McGrub's Comprehensive Guide to Rare Herbs and Roots."

Mathias wrote down the reference number, then combed the reference section until he located the book. It was huge. He carried the tome to an empty table, then drew up a chair and sat down, his brow wrinkled as he thumbed through the pages. He soon found the entry he was looking for. He began reading.

Tabernanthe Iboga root and root bark come from Central Africa and is a divine plant native to the Central African rainforest. This is one of the few members of the Apocynaceae family used as a medicine. It is the yellowish root that contains the active alkaloids; the root bark is shaved and eaten directly or as a powder drank in an infusion.

The Tabernathe iboga plant is central to the Bwiti religion. Cult Shamans use the Iboga Root Bark to seek information from the spiritual world. One goal of the Iboga initiation is the removal of the "energy blockages" that have accumulated since birth, allowing the initiate to be reborn as a free man or woman.

Tabernathe iboga ingestion takes you back in time - back through your life, back through the life of Man, back through the life of the Universe. How far you need to go depends on the reason you are consuming the plant. How far you can go depends on you and how much you take.

Iboga visions are multi-sensual, affecting all five senses. T. Iboga also leads some to an encounter with what we call God.

Low doses lead to light flashes, sensory enhancement and make it difficult to move.


Medium doses lead to light flashes, sensory enhancement, problems moving, insight into personal past events.


High doses lead to light flashes, sensory enhancement, problems moving, insight into personal past events and encounters with archetypal structures deeper in the stream of consciousness.


Effects vary according to the context and reason for ingestion. Individual factors cause variance in experience and the intensity of the Iboga journey.

There is no lethal dose. Some Initiates ingest up to several hundred grams, but it is absolutely not recommended outside of an Initiatory context.


Mathias read and re-read the passage, committing the facts about the plant to memory, and particularly what the level of dosage would do. He assumed Andreas would make the drink quite strong since he needed to contact the Dark Soul of the World. From the text he understood that what he would experience would be based on why he was taking the potion. Since he was taking it to find out the strength of his connection to the Dark Soul, logically that would be where his journey would lead him. The fact that there was no lethal dose of Iboga was a welcome one.

It sounded as if taking the journey would be a cool experience…an experience Mathias wanted very much. He would do it.

He closed the book and returned it to its place on the shelf, thanked Madame Pince and exited the library.

He was going to find Andreas.

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Andreas had just finished trouncing a seventh-year at wizard's chess when Mathias found him in the common room. Broken, shuddering chess pieces lay all over the board before they magically repaired themselves and returned to their squares, ready for the next battle. Andreas gave up his seat the moment he saw the look in Mathias' eyes.

"You've researched the Iboga root?" he asked the wizard as they mounted the stairs.

"Yes," Mathias said.

As they arrived on the landing, Andreas turned to walk toward his room, but Mathias walked straight to his own private room this time. Andreas hesitated. He had never been to Mathias' or any other student's room…but this was Mathias. Mathias was his friend. He followed him and watched as Mathias unwarded his door. He had very intricate wards on it and Andreas watched with interest the skill the young wizard exhibited as he took them down. Mathias opened the door and with his wand, raised the torches.

Andreas looked around, his thick eyebrows raised. Mathias had no extras in his room. He had his bed, his dresser, his wardrobe, his writing desk, two wooden chairs and a bookshelf filled with books. There were no pictures on the wall, no rugs on the floor. Nothing. Almost the complete opposite of Andreas' lavishly furnished room.

"Do you have something against luxury, Mathias?" Andreas asked, running his fingers over the blank stone wall.

"No," Mathias said. "I just don't like a lot of extras."

Andreas smirked. That was an understatement.

"I see," he said shortly. "So tell me what you've learned about the Iboga root and its effects."

The two sat in the wooden chairs and Mathias told him what he'd learned about the Iboga root, its history and its effects. Andreas asked him a few questions, then seemed satisfied.

"You aren't frightened?" he asked the wizard.

Mathias looked at the wizard evenly.

"Of course I feel a little fear. I am going into something unknown, something I don't understand. I know what is supposed to happen, but I don't know what will happen until I experience it," the little wizard said.

Andreas let out a big sigh of relief. Mathias arched an eyebrow at him.

"Why did you do that?" Mathias asked him.

Andreas leveled his eyes at the young wizard.

"Because if you had said you weren't afraid, you could not have gone on the journey. Fear is a good and wise thing. Even the most courageous men have fears. What makes them courageous is that they face those fears. Only a fool would not be afraid. Fools cannot enter the presence of the Dark Soul of the World. It will take them," Andreas said soberly.

Mathias was glad he was honest with Andreas. For a moment he had thought to say he wasn't afraid. But he was…only a little. He was more excited than afraid. Yet there was a little fear. Good thing he admitted it, or Andreas would not have agreed to let him take the journey.

"Very well, you will take your journey on the weekend. I have already cut up the root and prepared it in the manner of my people. We are not Bwiti, but have used Iboga for many thousands of years. This Saturday you will come to my rooms. Do not eat the night before. Your belly must be empty. Wear nothing under your robes but your boxers. When you come, we will go together to the place you will rest when you take your journey," Andreas said.

"Where will that be?" Mathias asked him.

"The Room of Requirement," Andreas replied.

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A/N: The journey approaches. Interesting moments between Severus and his son. Jasmine is working her wiles. Please review.

A/N/N: Information about the Iboga Root was taken from the following sources http://www.iboga.org/us/epdr.htm and http://psychoactiveherbs.com/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=84&products_id=185