Chapter 1
In the wee hours of the morning, he heard an aggressive tapping on his window. Trying his best to ignore it, he pulled the dingy pillow that graced his single wide mattress over his head, attempting to block out the sound. Though he did not know what time it was, he knew it was far too early to be being bullied by a bloody post owl.
After a few moments, the tapping ceased and he found himself slowly drifting back into slumber.
Not two seconds after his body had allowed himself to drift off, a screech met his ears. A howler had come down the chimney of his flat. ‘Happy Birthday, Indeed.’ He thought to himself indignantly.
Growling in irritation, he threw his pillow off of his head as the offending parchment began to speak in a shrill voice.
His blood ran cold, and for a moment he was certain his heart had stopped beating. Nothing could have prepared him for the message at hand.
“On behalf of the ministry of magic, and the Gringots bank, we send our sincere congratulations to you, Lord Snape, on the birth of the Prince Estate’s newest heirs!“
Shining in-front of him, in magical golden script at the bottom of not one but two ministry official birth certificates was a name that made his heart sink to his stomach, that had ran his mouth dry. The bane of his existence, the object of all of his affection.
‘Born on the 9th of January, 1999 at 3:05 am, Lord Regulus Jean Prince.
Born at 3:09 am on the 9th of January, 1999, Lady Isobel Eileen Prince.
Father, Lord Severus Tobias Snape.
Mother, Hermione Jean Granger.’