(A/N) Thanks for the reviews, Mr. DarkJames-Harry Potter and HoshiHikari. (Hope I spelled your names right.)

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, how, or form (if that made sense) own anything of J.K. Rowling. Though I do wish it were so. Oh, and I don't own the song from the first chappy, thank God. (Apologies to those religious folk who don't like my word usage.)

(A/N:)2 I've revised this chapter as well, but definitely not as much as the first one. Bye!

Harry walked into the chamber where his Father and Severus Snape were in. He was still a bit nervous around Voldemort, but he never got punished physically, and only if he was entirely too disrespectful. Fortunately, or not so fortunately, based on the viewpoint, the Dursley's had subdued him quiet a bit with their verbal abuse and neglect. As it were, they only touched him when they were beating him, or if necessary, aka, to throw him in his cupboard or now room. He was a very quiet and private person, though not many knew it. Only Severus, and now his Father knew. He subtly flinched at loud voices and craved touch. At night, if someone said anything particularly cruel to him, he would silently cry, trained by the Dursley's not to sob loudly.

He was very nervous about what his lover would say to his joining Voldemort. He wasn't quite sure if Severus was truly dark or not. He hoped he was, because convincing him to follow his Father and him would be very difficult, and a situation he would rather avoid.

Hearing his Father call him, he prepared himself and checked his appearance in a mirror that was conveniently placed in the room. He had grown quite a bit this summer, even though a lot of it he was kept prisoner here. Instead of his shameful (to him) 5'5", he was now 5'10", a respectable enough height for a Dark Heir. He was wearing tasteful black slacks with Celtic designs on the hems, a dark emerald green silk button-up shirt, and black, knee-high dragon-hide boots. Over them, he wore an open floor-length black robe with dark green Celtic designs on the hems and collar, along with a dark emerald green cloak over that, with the hood drawn, covering his eyes. Overall he looked quite impressive, and his face had changed quite a bit since his father had legally and not so legally officially made him his son. To do that, he had to sign a lot of annoying Ministry papers, given to him by his Ministry spies, and he preformed a now illegal spell to make Harry his son in blood as well, and giving him a new name. His face was now more angular, pale, and feminine. His dark, almost black brown hair had turned completely black, in the light it looked almost blue, and it had grown to be past his waist. His eyes had narrowed and he now looked Japanese, which apparently Salazar Slytherin, and ultimately Voldemort's mother was from. He looked very feminine, and was now often mistaken as female. His new name you will learn shortly, along with new powers he had received from the spell, thankfully keeping all his former ones as well, since he was first bourn to James and Lily Potter. (He's also a hell of a lot more graceful.)

His father had changed too, thanks to spells and potions. He looked like himself again, although much more masculine than Harry was. He had shoulder length hair like Harry's and was pale like him too. Ultimately, they were very similar in appearance, but, as said, his father was much more masculine than him. Harry was thankful that his father didn't look like a snake anymore, because while snakes were beautiful, humans who looked like snakes weren't so beautiful.

Entering the chamber, he found his Father and lover, sitting and standing respectfully, quite tensely. Apparently his Father had up and told Severus that he was known as the spy. Severus was paler than his normal pallor; he was obviously very nervous and frightened.

"Severus," Harry (A/N: I will call him that 'til we all, including me at the moment, find out his new name) called. Said man turned sharply to him, eyes widening when they landed on him. He looked betrayed and a bit angry, which was understandable, Harry would be in his position as well. "Father, may I speak with him alone?" he inquired, keeping his eyes away from Severus.

Instead of answering, Voldemort stood up and left, clapping Harry on the shoulder, calming him slightly. Swallowing nervously, he conjured two squishy black armchairs for the now alone men to sit at gesturing for his love to do so. "Severus," he said, looking anywhere but at the mentioned man, "Please, hear me out before being too angry with me. Please?" he continued desperately.

Severus looked at him closely and saw that Harry was close to tears. He nodded slowly, still angry and wary. Harry took a calming breath, and began. "You know I was captured in my supposedly safe home. Voldemort has been trying to convert me to him ever since, using every torture he could think of in his quest. The one that finally got me, was truly horrid, but I had already been doubting Dumbledore before so, my pride being the only thing keeping me from joining him. That and you. I had thought you to firmly be on the side of the Light, so I did not seek him. Then one night, I saw you come back to your quarters, cursing Dumbledore. You can say some very useful information when you think you're alone or that you're the only one awake. One of those things being that I was one of the only things keeping you on Dumbledore's side. When I finally got to joining my Father, he asked me if there were any spies of Dumbledore's that I knew of, and I told him I suspected you. I only told him this because I believe you to truly be for the Dark, and I got permission to question you. Please, belive me Severus, I do love you, and would never knowingly betray you. Look into my eyes, mind, and soul if you must." Severus gave a silent gasp, for giving permission to someone to enter your eyes, mind and soul was a truly great honour. Doing so, he saw only truth and love for him.

Getting up, he knelt in front of the teary-eyed Dark Heir, and took his hands in his own. Looking again in his eyes, he said, "I believe you. I believe you had good intentions, though I am angry with you." Harry got a panicked and stricken look in his eyes.

"D-do you s-sti-ill lo-ove me?" Harry sniffed, tears spilling over his cheeks.

Severus took him in his arms and held him close, whispering soothing words to his love as he sobbed silently into his chest, all the while cursing the Dursley's and Dumbledore. After a few last sniffles and hiccoughs from Harry, he quietly stated, "Of course I still love you. You are the light in my darkness, star in my hell. I would go to the end of the Earth and back for you, my love."

Harry beamed at him, then blushed and stammered an apology for getting his newly pressed black robes all wet. Severus chuckled and kissed him full on the lips. "You are amusing, love. What I would be worried about is informing your Father of this, as I will truly be with him once more, which might possibly pose a problem with my spying duties."

"Oh! Right, of course. Um…. Pringles!" (A/N: Couldn't resist.) A house-elf in a toga-like towel popped to his side. "Get my Father will you?" he asked softly.

"Yes, right away Young Master!" the elf said quickly, bowing and popping out again.

TBC…

A/N: Is that a cliffhanger? I've never really written one before if it is…. Yay if it is! Um, any suggestions for this fic would be appreciated, I wrote this fic on impulse. It's not planned out at all! Oh, and flames, I put them in my muse's fireplace so he can stay nice and toasty and can make yummy s'mores! Review if you want by the way. I'll keep writing regardless. Unless I don't feel like it of course.

Toodles!

Ranyl