The Son of Severus Snape
Atlas would have been the last living heir to the Prince family name, had his paternal grandmother not stayed with her abusive Muggle husband, and created his father. Severus went on to have a hard life, fending mostly for himself, which only got harder when he met the lovely red haired witch called Lily Evans, who he fell in love with on sight, unable to help himself. They became best friends and for a blissful year, he was given the opportunity to date her, in their fifth year of Hogwarts, after which James Potter ruined with his jealousy, still bullying him mercilessly. By the time sixth year came, he was influenced by most in his house to become a Death Eater, which caused a rift between him and his flower, which is where James stepped in, and how Lily became Lady Potter, but after two years of marriage, James turned out to be an awful husband. He lacked the sincerity, intelligence and passion that she knew Severus had, she found herself missing him more and more everyday, so one evening when James was at work, working long hours for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror.
She arrived at Spinners’ End, Apparating there, and knocking gently on the door, smiling softly at him, “Hello, Severus.” she looked at him with gentle eyes.
The dark haired wizard had been in the middle of brewing potions, local apothecaries paid good money for rare potions to be brewed, and it was something to pass the hours that he enjoyed doing. He was surprised to see her, but couldn’t help himself but smile slightly back at her, “Lady Potter, what do I owe the pleasure? Surely, your husband wouldn’t want you spending time with wicked sorts like myself.” he greeted her with pain in his tone, his dark eyes looking sad.
Tears fell from her eyes, “I...I’m sorry, Sev. I’m so sorry that I let him win, I didn’t intend to.” She sighed and told him in a tone just above a whisper, “He swore he would leave you alone if I married him.”
He felt his heart wrench. He gently took her hand, leading her inside his home, using wandless magic to make them cups of tea, sitting down with her, as she was now crying. He held her close to him, soothing her anxious fear of being stuck with James all her life.
About an hour later, thanking him for helping to wipe away her tears, she looked up at him, gently stroking his cheek, “Thank you, Sev.” She knew in her heart that she still loved him, and if things had been different, she wouldn’t have been a lady, she would be the wife of a Potions’ Master, and tearfully, she told him this. She smiled softly at him, “I’m...I’m still in love with you, Sev. I couldn’t give him my heart, I couldn’t...because a sweet but witty, sometimes sarcastic little boy with dark hair and eyes took it, a long time a go, when I gave it to him.” she whispered.
Severus pressed a soft kiss to her hair, “I still love you too, and I will admit that freely to you.” He tenderly stroked her face, “I know that you are married to that reckless oaf, but...I wonder, would you—“ he was cut off by her lips on his.
Lily reached up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, holding him close, feeling safe with him like she always had.
He kissed her back effortlessly, like he had when they were young, holding her close to him, pressing her close to his chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively.
She didn’t break the kiss, not until she needed to breathe, gasping a little at the fact that she had been right. Severus possessed a passion that he exerted in everything he did, and was as intelligent as he was protective of her, wanting her safe and well. She wanted him, and didn’t care what the world would think of her, should anyone find out.
“ Lily...” he breathed out, holding her carefully, like she was a glass plate he was terrified of breaking, but she looked up at him, her green eyes blazing.
“Yes, Sev?” she asked softly, her hands gently stroking his hair, noticing it was a little unkept, the fumes of potions causing it to be greasy, but she didn’t care.
He gently cupped her face with one hand, “I know that you are Potter’s wife, but if you were not, I would beg you to come back to me.”
Lily smiled warmly at him, her green eyes shining, “You wouldn’t have to beg me, because I was actually about to ask if you’d be interested in seeing me, even if I am, in writing, Potter’s wife.” she offered, deciding that she wanted him back in her life and she would have him there.
Severus spoke, his voice cracking with emotion, “I will always be interested in you, or being with you.” He restrained himself from the old nicknames he once had for her, he only ever used nicknames for her.
Lily smiled softly at him, “Use them, please? I miss you using them, love.” she asked, her cheeks flushing a little, no one would know it, but Severus Snape could be one of the most charming men in the world if he wanted to be.
Severus smirked a little at her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “Very well, my beautiful flower.” He had finished brewing for the night, and wondered if he would be lucky enough for her to stay for awhile, but she surprised him by kissing his lips, so he leaned into the embrace, kissing her back lovingly. This happened for a fornight, on the fifth meeting, they shared the master bedroom, not realising a child came from their night of passion, but that was because she had distracted him by simply vanishing her clothes with a giggle.
About two weeks later, she came to him crying because she was with child, so he held her and promised her it would be alright. She lied to James, telling him the child was his, and acting like nothing was wrong, but when early October came, the little boy was born, and she lied to James again, telling him it was a miscarriage, instead she found the strength to apparate the baby boy in a blanket she’d brought with her, and a basket she had transfigured from a paperclip to Spinner’s End, along with a note, explaining everything to Severus, as planned.
Going back to the topic at hand, it was not well known who the child’s mother was, but it was clear to see that he was the dark haired man’s son, going on to be named Atlas. Atlas was a Half-Blood wizard who was sorted into Slytherin under the watchful dark eyes of his father, Severus. Oh yes, you read that right, Severus Snape was his father. Very few knew that his mother was Lily Potter, but that was a secret that had happened purely by accident, and once the child had been born, he had been left on Severus’ doorstep with a letter from Lily explaining what had happened, and that she would tell James that the child was stillborn so that they could try for another, they had been having an affair because James had been less then a good husband, but Lily had forgiven him now. He would go on to learn that his half-brother was Harry James Potter – the Chosen One.
He and Harry didn't get on much, as one may think. Considering who their fathers had been, it was understandable. Atlas was quite like his dad, before his dear old dad had gone to Hogwarts, but nobody who knew the shy, sweet, strong and abused little boy that had been the now ominous Potions Master was alive, so the world mostly saw him as either Death Eater, Potions Master or Order of the Phoenix spy. His son, however, was sweet, honest, a bit blunt, shy, mischievous, sometimes cheeky and often sarcastic. He can snark and snipe as good as his father on any given day, being a professional at sarcasm too. As explained previously, Altas was borne of an affair between his father and Lily, who had been married to James at the time. The young red-haired wizard had been born in early October a a year before the Potters celebrated the birth of their son, Harry.
Despite how he had been born, Atlas grew to be proud to behis father’s son, and would quickly use his growing silver tongue to shoot down anyone who claimed that he was a mistake likely born off of a love potion, to which he told them that his father had been there for his mother in a time of greatest need. He had few friends, inside and out of the house of the snake, but he was fiercely loyal to those who stood by his side. His best friend before Hogwarts was Draco, brought up together as the sons of Death Eaters, even though the redhead wasn’t snobby or aristocratic like his friend, they had been friends since walking, and a bond like that wasn’t quickly severed. The young snake was also close friends with a certain pair of redheads, the Weasley twins, which his father was not pleased about, but aside from Draco, they were his best friends.
His father wasn’t as harsh on him as one would think, usually referring to his son as ‘little prince’ or ‘little moon’, when they were in the comfort of their rooms at Hogwarts, or home in Spinners’ End. The Potions Master treasured his son, seeing him as a gift from a higher power, the one light in his dreary life now that the red haired beauty he had loved all of his life was gone from this world. Severus, who was a noble double agent for Dumbledore. He had to lie to the Dark Lord about his son’s blood status, telling the lie of him siring the child with some woman in a night of drunken stupor. Despite this, he kept their home in Spinner’s End as well as his teaching quarters warded tighter than Azkaban in case of his little boy being used against him.
Albus Dumbledore has no idea the boy’s existence, for now, and Severus would make sure it stayed that way for as long as possible. The both of them had been living in Spinner’s End to avoid the Headmaster knowing that Atlas existed, Headmaster Dumbledore still doesn't know that he exists, which is something Severus wants to keep in place, just until his son is eleven. That way, it will be less impressionable and easier for Severus to protect with the close vicinity, should the Headmaster try to manipulate or harm his son, the light in his life. Besides, the old wizard would likely be furious with him for having a child with Lily, but things were what they were.
At the moment, the young prince is ten years old. Dumbledore still has no idea that Atlas exists, but Severus isn’t an idiot, he knows that this won’t last for much longer, since Altas would be going to Hogwarts in the autumn of next year.
When being tucked into bed one night by his doting dark- haired father, the young Potions protégé asked, “Papa. do you think I’ll be in Slytherin?”
Severus smiled fondly at his pride and joy as he answered his little boy, “Even if you aren’t that will be alright with me, Atlas. Just remember; you are a Snape. All of your family has been in Slytherin, save for your mothis that is.”
The young wizard looked up at his father with wide green eyes, having his mother’s eyes, he answered him quietly, “I miss her, Papa.” he blinked back a few tears. He then asked curiously, “Very well, Papa. But what if I’m in Gryffindor like Mum?” He looked scared as he added, “Draco should hate me if I am. I couldn’t stand to lose him, Papa. He was my very first friend.”
Severus calmed his only child with a warm hug, tugging the forest green duvet up to his chin as he answered his, “Atlas, your mother was in Gryffindor, and she was the most...” he sighed, “She was the most wonderful person I ever had the privilege of knowing. Smart, beautiful and sweeter than honey but armed with a temper if you should cross her.” he added with a small chuckle, but hoped he had comforted the child. He added, knowing the small boy was frightened of losing his first friend, so he assured him, “As for Draco, he could never hate you, little moon. You and I both know that.”
Atlas smiled softly up at his father, sleepily replying, “Mum was a lioness, beautiful but strong. And you’re right, Draco won’t ever leave me.” he giggled softly, his eyes drooping, adding softly, “Night, papa.”
Severus smiled softly, stroking the boy’s curls, “Yes, my son, she was. And that’s right, Draco won’t leave you. Now, get some sleep, little prince.” he gently patted his head and turned on his son’s night light with a swipe of his hand, wandless magic.
Atlas smiled at the crescent moon shaped lamp turning on, curling around a stuffed animal that was a fox and falling asleep quickly. The fox was significant, as Lily had given it to Severus when they had been children, as a comfort from his abusive father’s lacerations.
Severus went to his bedroom where he had a portrait of Lily, it was a portrait of her reading in the moonlight, looking as beautiful as ever. He kept it so that he could speak to her, when he needed to speak to her, seek her cousel. He had told the portrait about their son, and had even shown the young redhead the photo so that he could ‘meet’ his mother.
The portrait asked, “Hey Sev, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” she softly smiled at him, looking almost angelic to the raven haired man. She asked softly, “How is he doing?”
Severus felt his voice crack when he spoke to her, doing hs best to try to smile at her, but his dark eyes were wet with tears, despite his soft words, “He just drifted off a few minutes ago, and I’m sorry it’s been so long, Lily.” He added, “He was nervous about getting sorted into Gryffindor, poor thing. I won’t be the surprised if he is put in the house of lions, like his mother.” he offered her a soft smile, just a slight curve of his mouth.
Portrait Lily gave him a gentle expression, “Poor thing, he’s so like you, like that. Scared of losing his first and best friend because of something like houses.” She smiled a little, “And you won’t be too disappointed if he’s not a little snake like you were, Sev?” she infused a little playfulness to her tone, to try and cheer him up a little.
Severus couldn’t help the bemused little smirk he shot her, “I shall try not to be too distraught, darling.” he snarked good-naturedly. He had never been one for terms of endearment, but had a few for Lily, and used them liberally.
She smiled warmly at him, rolling her green eyes, “That’s all I ask, love. Why don’t you try and get some sleep, Sev? You have to be up tomorrow, don’t you?” she asked.
Severus sighed as he nodded, “I have to prepare for the upcoming term, but sleep is less important than it once was.” She glared at him, about to use her temper to tell him to go to bed this instant but he chuckled slightly, “I know that you’ll know if I don’t sleep though, and I dare not anger a lioness, even if she is beautiful even in anger.” He replied silkily heading for the bathroom in his bedroom,.
“Goodnight, you silver tongued snake.” she replied with faux exasperation, smiling at him as he left.
He called over his shoulder, “Goodnight to you too, beautiful flower.” He soon got ready for bed, sleeping for a few hours before rising early, conversting with her a little as he dressed, then heading to bed.
Before anyone knew what was happening, it was the morning. Atlas, being an early riser, like his mothis but despising mornings, like his father, was up at seven o’clock. He knew that his father woke at six, due to habits from Hogwarts. He went to the bathroom down the hall and wahed, picking out his clothes for the day. He bruhed his hair, plaiting the long deep red mass of curls into a hasty braid, he had his hair almost as long as Lucius Malfoy’s, often braiding it, because he thought it looked nice. He quickly chose a pair of black jeans and a pale grey and black striped t-shirt, briefs, with his black leathis loafers to wear. He dressed quickly as he slipped on his shoes just before going downstairs. “Good morning, Papa, hello Mum, how are you?” he greeted his parents merrily with a smile, not minding that his mother’s presence was in a portrait and not in person.
Severus couldn’t help but smile back at his, his infectious cheer was too much for him to resist, he didn’t lie when he spoke of how his son was a light in his life. He answered his, “Well, thank you, little prince. And you?”
Atlas smiled as he answered, “I’m glad you slept good, Papa. I did too.” He looked hopeful as he asked, “Has the post come yet?” He was anxious every morning the post owl came with their post, just in case his Hogwarts letter was in it’s talons.
Severus chuckled lightly at his son’s anticipation for the letter, excited, just like he and Lily had been. He reassuringly told the little boy, looking into his wonderful green eyes that were just like his lost flower’s, “No Atlas, not yet. It won’t be long now, little prince.”
Atlas smiled at him, putting down some toast and covering it with butter and jam, getting a cup of orange juice for himself, they had some Muggle foods in their house, since they both liked them, and Severus didn’t want his son growing up in a fully magical house, because knowledge was power, in any way.
The both of them ate breakfast in either comfortable silence or quiet chatter while Severus drank his coffee and read the newspaper.
About an hour later, when Atlas was now reading at the table, a knock came to the door, making the younger Snape rise from his seat, “I’ll get it, Papa. It’s probably just Draco come to play with me.” he told him with a smile, not knowing the charm on their house that stopped anyone but the Malfoys getting in here, he was too young to know such things and Severus just wanted him safe, and he would do what he needed to ensure that.
The young half vampire was right, at the door was his best friend, Draco Malfoy. The young Malfoy nodded his head to his best friend as he greeted his, “Good morning, Atlas. How are you? Can you come and play?”
Atlas smiled at him as he shyly welcomed his best friend back with a short hug as he greeted him, “Hello Draco. I’m well thank you. And you? I’m not sure, but won’t you come inside for some tea and I’ll ask Papa?”
The young Malfoy smiled slightly at him as he thanked him and walked inside to the kitchen where he found his godfather finishing what was more than likely, a cup of coffee as he read the morning paper, The Daily Prophet . “Good morning Draco. I take it you’ve come to ask if you and Atlas may go and disappear for a few hours?” Severus was no fool, and although they were young, he could quickly seen that his son had more than friendship in his heart for the Malfoy heir, which hurt his heart because he knew that Lucius would never allow it, wanting his son to grow up, marry a woman he chose and produce little Purebloods. However, he wouldn’t hurt his son by crushing his little heart full of hope, so he said nothing about the situation at all.
Draco smiled a bit at his godfather as he replied, “Yes, Uncle Severus, me and Atlas are going to look through my family’s library.” He looked so proud to be a Malfoy, because he was, not knowing anything else, since he had been brought up lavishly, wanting for nothing and thinking himself the best at everything.
Atlas perked up at the mention of books, “Library? Oh wow, we’re finally allowed to see the library? That’s so cool.” he grinned, having loved books dearly for as long as he could remember.
Severus chuckled softly, “Forgive my son Draco, he is very excitable about books.”
The blond laughed softly, gently poking his best friend in the shoulder, “I thought you’d be happy about that. Come on, let’s go.” he grinned, getting ready to call on a house-elf to let them into Malfoy Manor.
Atlas grinned at him, “I’m on my way, dragon. Keep your head, star boy.” he chuckled softly, going under the stairs to get his coat which was a dark grey woollen trench coat. He put on his father’s old Slytherin scarf to keep him warm. He went back into the kitchen and within a few minutes, they walked into the clearing that his dad had shown him in Spinner’s End which he had shown Draco, unaware that his father had brought Lily here when they were children, as well as during the holidays during fifth year for a quiet place to snog and talk about life.
As they talked about this and that while lying down on the velvety green grass, Draco smiled at his best friend as he excited told him, “My letter came this morning, Atlas. I’m going to Hogwarts!”
Atlas answered him, with utter joy for his best friend with a smile, teasing him affectionately with a grin, “That’s wonderful news, Draco. I’m very happy for you. Just don’t let Pansy turn your head on me.” Atlas was teasing him about the girl that his parents were thinking of signing a betrothal contract with Draco for. The problem was that Draco couldn’t stand the pug faced witch for a minute. Atlas was worried that once he got to Hogwarts, he’d forget all about his curious red-haired best friend who clearly loved him like his father loved his best friend once. The red-haired wizard suggested something for them to do, “Hey Draco, do you want to practice the incantations of some spells with me?”
The blond boy had othis ideas as he drawled in his refined accent, “I say that we give the spells a rest for today and practice some Quidditch instead. Is that okay, Atlas?”
Atlas’s brow furrowed as he looked oddly at his best friend, knowing that he liked Quidditch but the blond also knewt that he was slightly afraid of brooms. He carefully spoke when he asked him curiously, “Why? Neither of us own brooms yet and besides, it’s a little boring don’t you think?”
Draco smiled understandingly at his, remembering that his best friend would gladly watch him play Quidditch, but playing it himself was an entirely different matter. He kindly answered his with a smile, “Good point, besides; we don’t want any Muggles seeing us flying in the air. Why don’t we sit on the grass and talk instead?”
And so, they did. Before eithis knows it, it was time for Atlas to go home to his father.
Draco, the Pureblood wizard that he was, had been trained to walk with fellow gentleman to show good nature between the wizards in question, showing they were gentlemen. So, he walked him back to his father’s house.
Atlas hugged Draco and bid him goodbye. He went inside his house, where his father, Severus was busily brewing over a steaming cauldron full of what smelled like Calming Draught. He smiled at the presence of his pride and joy, his little boy.
He calmly asked his with a small smile, “Atlas, can you get the post? I’m brewing some Potions for my incompetent students to learn from their mistakes from.”
Atlas smiled at his father as he answered brightly, “Yes, father. I will, do you think my letter came yet?” He asked, taking off his scarf and coat, putting them back under the stairs, also taking off his shoes.
Severus smiled fondly at his son’s curious streak, as he mysteriously answered “Perhaps, we shall have to wait and see, little prince.”
Atlas smiled at him and walked into the small kitchen. There, he found the Snape family owl, Starshine, a pure black barn owl with brilliant amber eyes and a sweet disposition. Atlas stroked her velvety feathiss while speaking softly to his, “Hello, girl. I’ll get you some water. Did you have a nice flight?” He cooed over the beautiful owl as he prepared some water and a treat for the owl for delivering the post properly. The owl affectionately nipped Atlas’s finger in thanks and the red-haired wizard laughed with mirth.
He looked through the post, making sure that the Wizarding world’s post office had sent Starshine with the correct post this time. Last week, they had sent Starshine with post from a strange address that Atlas hadn’t heard of before. Or at least, before Severus had regaled his with stories of him and his mother, Lily and her sister, Petunia Dursely. The address was Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Yes, that Number 4, Privet Drive.
Little did the half-vampire know, this was the address of his younger half-brother, Harry Potter. Atlas obediently brought the post to his father with a confused expression on his pale features, “Papa, I think they gave Star the wrong post again, thise’s a letter from someone called the Dursleys addressed to you. There’s also a package. I think it might be your new Potions materials. Also, a letter addressed to me from Hogwarts. Do you think it could be my letter?”
Severus took all of the post from his son’s arms and went through them meticulously with a mysterious expression, he told Atlas what the letters contained, “Now, let me have a look... Oh yes, my Potions ingredients from Slug and Jiggers came. Yes, your Hogwarts letter... mand a letter from the Dursleys. I’ll have to open them to find out, little prince.”
Atlas then came to a realisation; the story that his father told his yesterday had been about a boy called Harry Potter who had almost been killed by the Dark Lord. He was living there with his relatives. Atlas gathered what little courage he had in him, being the son of the infamously surly Potions Master and a healer and all, “Papa, isn't that where the boy who was also affected by the Dark Lord lives, with his aunt and uncle?”
Severus winced, unnoticeably uncomfortable with this subject in front of his son but knew that he would have to tell him soon. He spoke quietly, “Yes, indeed it is, Atlas. Let’s have a look at your letter, so I can see which books you’ll need, hm?”
Atlas nodded, deep in thought as he came to anothis revelation. He grinned at his father, looking more like his mother than usual. He grinned, he curiously asked his father, “Papa, will I have you for Potions? If I do, then won’t people question why we have the same last name?”
Severus glowed internally with his bright son’s intellect as he answered calmly, “You might have to go by your mother's maiden name which is Evans or your grandmother's last name, Prince. For your safety, little prince. I’ll have to ask Headmaster Dumbledore when he arrives. He’s coming by later for lunch.”
Atlas smiled at his father, knowing that he knew what was best even though neither of the two trusted Dumbledore fully. After all, to Dumbledore; they were just pawns in his game of war were they not? In the grand scheme to get to Harry Potter to the Dark Lord so that he could defeat him once and for all.
Later that day, Atlas went to Malfoy Manor to go and converse with his best friend again. Once alone in Draco’s grand bedroom, they conversed about this and that. Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, classes, lunch, Slytherin house and many othis things.
Atlas suddenly shyly told Draco with worry in his tone, “I’m so nervous, Draco. I mean, what if I don’t get into Slytherin with you?”
Draco hugged him close, reassuring him in a friendly manner, “Don’t worry. You’ll be in Slytherin without a doubt. Tell you what, when you get to Hogwarts, I promise I’ll show you the ropes.” Draco hadn't figured out a way to explain to his dearest friend that his father expected him to act in a certain way once he reached Hogwarts. He was a few months younger than the redhead, who had to stay a year behind in case somebody found out about him before time. Since he wasn't fully a wizard, the house elves in charge of sending out the letters to two young witches and wizards hadn't clocked that young Snape was actually closer to twelve. The blond feared that his friend would leave him once he started acting in the proper way for a young Pureblood of his status, but could do nothing about it.
Oblivious to this, Atlas hugged him tightly as he thanked him with a beatific smile, “Thank you so much, Draco. It means so much to me.” Atlas then added in a joking tone with a cheeky grin, “Just as long as I don’t have to deal with all those dopey Purebloods on my own.”
Draco’s silver eyes narrowed as he reassured the half vampire, “On the contrary Atlas, I won’t let them come an inch near you before I interrogate them to see if they're good enough to hang out with us.” he promised smoothly, sounding a little snooty.
After they had talked and hugged, Severus sent Atlas a message via his doe Patronus.
The glittering blue doe shimmered in the natural light in Draco’s room as it called with his father’s low silky voice, “ Atlas, it’s time to come home. I have things to discuss with you about school.”
Atlas spoke a word in Latin that Draco didn’t understand, having favoured French to Latin for his pre-Hogwarts language to choose. “ Recusatio . I’m on my way, Papa. I’ll see you shortly.”
The doe patronus faded away as he turned to smile at his best friend, the Malfoy heir. He hugged him close without warning, not giving him time to get his guard up before hugging him closely.
Draco hugged his back a little too long, frightened of losing him. His long arms wrapping around his waist easily.
The shy boy smiled bashfully at his friend, wondering why he was being more affectionate as he looked into his silver eyes, he softly said goodbye to him, “See you soon, Draco. I have to go home now.”
Draco hugged his friend again as he escorted him downstairs into the grand parlour of Malfoy Manor where the Floo Network was stationed. He waited until he was about to step into the emerald flames, so like his eyes, to say goodbye to his best friend. “See you soon, Atlas. Do tell your father I said ‘hello’ and give him my best, please.”
Atlas smiled jovially at him with a sharp nod, grasping some Floo powder before stating in a clear voice, “Number 9, Spinner’s End, Cokeworth.” He disappeared into the emerald flames and returned home to his loving father.
When he arrived home, appearing in the fireplace of Number 9, Spinner’s End, Cokeworth; his home, he spied his father, sipping his usually black coffee while he waited for his son to return from Malfoy Manor. He knew that his son would be happy to hear what he had to say, since it involved who he claimed was his best friend . Oh, but Severus Snape knew better than that. He hadn't talked to his son about that sort of thing yet, but one could tell these things, especially a father about his son and he knew his little Potions protégé preferred other wizards to witches. Aftrr all, he and Atlas’s mother, Lily were best friends too and look what happened there.
He smirked as he greeted his son happily, “Atlas, how were the Malfoys? What time is now?”
Atlas smiled kindly at his father as he answered him, “They’re well thank you, Papa. Draco says hello and sends his regards to you. Narcissa wasn’t thise and Lucius was in his study. I only got to see Draco. I think it’s about two o’clock, Papa.”
Severus smiled at his as he realised the time and swore underneath his breath, not wanting to be late for his meeting with Lucius Malfoy. He summoned his long black flowing robes that he wore everywhere as he silkily requested his son, “Get you best coat on Atlas, we’re going to go to get your school equipment. Then I’m meeting Lucius for a quick chat. You and Draco can go and browse the market while you wait, if you wish to.”
Atlas smiled at his father, hugging him close as he ran up the stairs to his bedroom, the second on the left just past the stairs, and grabbed his long black trench coat with brass buttons. It had been his father's as a child and he cherished it, wearing it everywhere he could. He dashed back downstairs, his reddish black hair flying behind him like flames. Once he was down the stairs, his father turned to his and asked, “Are you ready? I’ll Apparate us to Diagon Alley.”
Atlas smiled as he excitedly answered his father, not being able to wait to see his best friend again, “Yes, Papa. Let’s go!”
Severus smirked slightly at his only son and Apparated them to Diagon Alley, right beside Flourish and Blotts.
Lucius Malfoy and his son, Draco had been waiting this for around five minutes or so for the Snapes to arrive. Lucius greeted his old friend and fellow Death Eater cordially, “Hello Severus.”
Severus answered him in a neutral tone, “Hello Lucius. Shall we Apparate to my study? We recently pertained a house elf, she is quite useful.”
Lucius nodded sharply, and then turned to his son, as he addressed him formally with a smile, “Draco, you may browse the market with Atlas. I will be back later. If you see anything interesting put it on our Gringott’s tab.” Lucius turned to Severus, waiting to Apparate back to Spinner’s End with the tall dark-haired Potions Master.
He turned to his son, placing one hand on his left shoulder as he looked into his emerald green eyes, his mothis’s eyes as he regretfully informed his little boy, “All I can give you is thirty Galleons Atlas. But do not be frivolous with it.”
Atlas gratefully smiled at his father as he thanked him sincerely, “Thank you, Papa. That’s a handsome sum. Don’t worry; I won’t spend all of it. Tell Flora I said hello.”
Severus smiled at his understanding, doting son as he took the correct amount of Galleons out of his leather money pouch and handed it to the short deep red haired witch. “I will, my little moon. She's a good elf.” He replied, turning to his tall blond friend. Lucius and Severus headed back to Spinner’s End to discuss arrangements for their mission for the Dark Lord.