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Chapter Eighteen The Secrets Revealed

Harry had been given permission to go see his godfather and he intended to use his right to its fullest. So right after breakfast he left with Draco right behind him.

"Could you please stop coming this early every morning?" Severus felt like snapping every second.

"Am I bothering you?" Harry smirked. "We didn't stop you from something, right?" Harry wasn't sure to sit with Sirius or Draco but then decided to sit with Draco where he could watch the older wizards.

Sirius wanted to laugh. Harry had told him that since Severus weren't working, it meant that he had his time free. Too many free time and Harry decided that it was his job to protect him from his ex Potions professor.

"Do you really think that you can stop me if I want to do something to Sirius?" Severus growled. "If you want to watch, I'll remember to call you next time I…"

"Please, Severus." Draco glared. "I just had breakfast."

"You know what…" Harry tilted his head as he thought of something. "You and Sirius aren't married, right?"

"What it has to do with you?" Severus sneered.

"See, two unmarried people CAN'T live together under the same roof. Who knows what might happen." Harry turned to look at his husband. "Draco, do you think Sirius can stay with us?"

"WHAT?" Even Sirius wasn't smiling anymore. Actually, he didn't find it amusing when his godson reminded him that he and Severus only had an affair. 'Unmarried? Hell, I even gave this man a son. Not that he's aware of that.'

Draco looked at Harry, trying to determine if he was joking or not. "How old do you think your godfather is? Besides, as long as he doesn't take any potions, nothing will ever happen."

"Oh but Draco…" Before Harry had a chance to persuade Draco, Severus' old servant, a Squib who had served the Snapes for three generations, announced that the Zabinis was waiting to see Mr. Severus.

"The Zabinis?" Severus frowned, but he told Zach, his trusted servant, to let them in to the living room where they were at the moment.

"Should we leave?" Harry asked Draco but Draco only shrugged his shoulder.

It was obvious that the Zabinis preferred not to be there at the moment. Quinn looked tired, Morgana looked sad and Blaise looked angry.

"Hello, Blaise."

Harry's smile had lifted Blaise mood a little until he met Draco's glare. And he sure wasn't feeling better when he met his 'mother'.

Severus, though a little confuse, had politely asked them to sit and offered them something to drink. He looked inquisitively at the older Zabinis but waited for them to start speaking.

The silence was too much to bear, Sirius wanting to leave but their guests insisted him to stay.

"We wanted to apologize to you, Mr. Black." Quinn smiled when he met Sirius' surprised look.

"What for? I don't even know you." Sirius nervously avoided Severus' eyes; he had a feeling that he knew why the Zabinis were here.

"It's about your baby."

"Baby?" Severus looked alarmed at his lover. 'He couldn't have betrayed me.' "What baby?"

"I don't know what he's talking about." Sirius looked ghostly paled. He shook his head violently, wanting the people in front of him to just disappear.

"You mean you don't want to acknowledge me?" Blaise sneered, desperately tried to hide his hurt, being rejected by his own mother.

Harry and Draco looked at each other. This development was shocking.

'Blaise is Sirius' son?' Harry grasped Draco's hand. 'No way.'

"Sirius?" Severus could hardly hold himself. In the past, when he looked at the blue eyes of his former student, they would remind him so much of his love.

"No, he can't be my baby." Sirius shook his head, his eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"I kidnapped him from your house." The Zabini senior looked sadly at him.

"NO." Sirius half screamed. "My baby's just this tall." He gestured with his hand, he had faraway look in his eyes. "He just broke one of his teeth when he fell from his broom. But he's strong. He didn't cry. My baby Shane."

Severus was shock to know that Sirius indeed had a baby. "Why didn't you tell me?" He seized one of Sirius' hands so hard that the other man grimace in pain. "Why didn't you tell me? Who's the mother?"

"It's all your fault." Sirius turned abruptly to him. "You left me all alone and pregnant. I hate you." He angrily hit him with his free hand. "Let me go."

"NO." Severus grasped both of his hands, oblivious of their guests. "You have to explain it to me. I'm the father, right. Why didn't you let me know?"

"We will." Sirius suddenly stop struggling, he looked defeated. "It was six months before Shane's birthday. He wanted to see his father. He said he wanted to show you that he could fly well. He practiced everyday, he didn't cry when he fall. He wanted to meet you and I promise I'd take him to you. It's just…"

"Just what?" Severus' face was equally paled.

"I went to buy his milk. It was just one simple chore I forgot to do but when I got home, he was gone." Sirius cried openly. "He was gone. Everything was gone. It was like… like my baby never existed."

Severus glanced at the Zabinis and met the guilty looked on their faces. He was caught off guard when Sirius suddenly struggled free.

"Oh no, why can't I change." Sirius groaned dejectedly.

"Change? Where do you want to go?" Severus tightened his hold.

"I forgot I haven't checked James' place. Sometimes Lily just left Harry with me when she wanted to have some quality time alone with James." Sirius explained. "And she just took Shane when she thought I need to go out and have some fun."

"Sirius?" Harry hesitantly touched Sirius' hand to get his attention.

"James?" Sirius looked bewildered at Harry.

"No." Harry smiled sadly. "Look at my eyes. I'm Harry."

"But… but Harry is just a baby." Sirius looked confused.

"No, Siri, that was a long time ago. I'm eighteen now." Harry moved to stand in front of his godfather. "Now, if I'm this tall and Shane is older than me, don't you think Shane would be taller than me?"

"I don't know… maybe."

Harry motioned Blaise to come forward.

"Sirius, he is Shane."

Sirius didn't move for a minute. And with every second that had gone, Blaise felt even angrier. 'Why would the mother I've wanted to meet so much not even want me?'

Slowly Sirius rose to his feet. He unsurely touched Blaise's face with his trembling hands. "Shane?"

Blaise was surprised when the older man hugged him but before he could return the hug; his mother had passed out, leaving him to hold his dead weight.

Severus was quickly on his feet. He took Sirius in his hands and headed to his room. "Harry, call Narcissa. Quick." He ordered without even look at said boy.

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"I'm sorry, son, we didn't mean for it to happen." Morgana looked sad.

"It's alright, Mrs. Zabini." Harry smiled kindly. "I'm sure everything will be fine, though you had to explain why you kidnapped Blaise."

"Maybe we should return later." Quinn looked at his wife.

"No, no, no." Harry motioned them with his hands to sit back. "Sirius will wake up any moment, and I know he will forgive you eventually, well, if you have reasons for your doing."

Quinn nodded his head. "Well, yeah, actually… I did it because… I…"

Harry was sorry for the old man when he couldn't even form his words. "Hey, it's alright. You don't have to tell me. Beside, you owe the explanation to Sirius, not me."

The Zabinis smiled sadly.

"Thank you," Morgana said appreciatively, "You must be Harry Potter, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm Harry." Harry turned to Draco. "Draco, am I Harry Malfoy now or still Harry Potter. I'm a little confused."

"Well, technically you are a Malfoy now, but to the world you're still Harry Potter."

"Oh, okay." Harry nodded. "So, Sirius is still a Black, right? Will it make Blaise a Black or a Snape or still a Zabini?"

"Harry, don't talk like I'm not here." Blaise glared slightly at the pregnant boy.

"Well, I'm talking about you, not to you." Harry shrugged his shoulder. "But really it will be weird to suddenly call you Shane Black or Blaise Snape. I mean… you're Blaise. Just Blaise."

"Thank you." Blaise said sourly.

Draco chuckled. "You look like Severus when you pull your lips like that."

Blaise was uncomfortable with this conversation. The Zabinis had been his only family. He felt like he was being disloyal to his adopted parents when they talked about his real parents in front of them.

"But it's not so bad, I think, to have more parents." Harry smiled. "When you grow up without parents, with your muggle family who happen to be your only family and on top of that hate you just for being, you know that you're lucky."

Blaise crooked his head a little. He knew that Harry was an orphan, but living with muggles who hated him, that was new.

"Well, I don't know how Severus is as a father, but Sirius is okay. I love him so much; he is like a father to me. You know that he's my godfather, right?"

"Yeah, but… don't talk about my father like that." Blaise narrowed his eyes, not knowing why he defended Severus. He heard enough to know that his ex professor had left his mother a long time ago.

"Well, he had Sirius stay with him for I don't know how long, but he hasn't married him. And he supposed to set example for you. I'm married so it's not like I'll follow their footsteps, but you're not."

"And your point is?"

"We have to make Severus marry Sirius or I'll take a drastic movement."

"Yeah, like what?"

"I'll make Sirius to stay with me and Draco and the Malfoys."

"Harry, love, I think you have to ask Sirius first before you make that decision." Draco chuckled. "Beside, Severus isn't that bad. He is my godfather, remember."

"Draco is right, Harry." Morgana nodded. "Severus is a good person. Now that we know who Blaise's, I mean Shane's real parents are, I do say that you are more alike Severus. He is a good man, full of pride but a good man nonetheless."

"Mother," Blaise smiled at his mother, "I've been Blaise for all I know, it's weird to be called Shane."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "It's weird to call him Shane," Harry's eyes brightened. "I know, I'll name my baby girl Shane."

"Er, love, I don't think our daughter would appreciate that." Draco paled.

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"How is he, Cissa?" Severus looked worriedly at the ghostly pale of Sirius' face.

"I guess he is stressed." Narcissa turned to look at her friend. "I don't find anything fatal but he's too weak for my liking."

Severus caressed Sirius' sleeping face lovingly. "He is stressed. The Zabinis came. They told him that they kidnapped his baby."

"Zabinis?" Narcissa looked surprised. "Are you saying that Blaise is actually your son?"

"Sirius' son." Severus looked annoyed. "Well, maybe he is my son, Sirius sort of instigated it but he hasn't told me anything about me being the father."

"Does he need to?" Narcissa smiled. "You know, we always tease you how that boy looks so much like you."

Severus looked at Sirius' face, still very much troubled even in his sleep. "I was very stupid. If I didn't leave him, I would have been there when he was going through his pregnancy, and when he gave birth to our son."

"You sure are an idiot." Narcissa shook her head. "He fell head over heels with you and you still doubted him. You and your insecurities. No offence, but I really don't know what he sees in you."

'Neither do I. Why do you love me, Sirius.' Severus thought. 'Not that I'm complaining, I wished I had more confidence in you.'

"I'm leaving. Not that I can do a lot here." Narcissa straightened her robe. "You might want someone else to have a look at him."

Severus nodded absently. He pulled a chair next to the bed and sat holding Sirius' hand, not willing to let him go yet. He didn't look back when Narcissa opened the door and left.

Narcissa shook her head. Even when they were young, Sirius never stopped making troubles and making himself in trouble. 'Just what you get yourself into, dear cousin.'

Narcissa walked to the living room, wondering if Harry and Draco would want to go home with her, though she doubted it. She came into the room in time to hear Harry's last comment and Draco's response.

"But Sirius chose that name; he'll be happy if I name our daughter Shane."

"But Harry…" Draco was speechless.

"Sirius might have chosen a different name for a baby girl." Narcissa helped.

"Mother." Harry stood up. "How is Sirius?"

"Sleeping." Narcissa smiled. "So, Harry, are you ready to go home with me and Draco? We'll have your favourites for lunch."

"Oh… I want to see Sirius." Harry looked guilty.

"I know." Narcissa sighed, 'Lucky you, Sirius.' "Just don't tire yourself, understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Harry grinned. "Can we see him now?"

"You have to wait. He's still sleeping now." Narcissa turned to the Zabinis. "So, you have raised my nephew."

"Nephew?" Draco, Harry and Blaise looked at Narcissa as if she was drunk and said something very shocking.

"Didn't I tell you that Sirius is my cousin?" Narcissa looked at her son and her son-in-law.

"Er, nope?" Draco supplied the answer.

"The truth is, Uncle Carl wasn't someone that forgot and forgave easily. He had confronted Sirius when he heard that he was pregnant, and he disowned him when he refused to name the father." Narcissa smiled sadly. "Aunt Arianna," Narcissa took a seat next to Harry. "I think she tried to persuade Sirius to talk, and failed. I can't say that she's a good mother but she'd tried."

"Sirius was all alone?" Harry sniffed.

"Well, we are all forbidden to help him." Narcissa sighed regrettably. "Even though I was already married at that time, I still had the Black blood running in my veins and I had to follow the order. Uncle Carl was the head of the family, so Sirius was to succeed him. I guess he was bitter enough to kill Severus, I do believe that's why Sirius keep silent."

"But that's too sad." Harry cried.

"And we took his son, his only family." Morgana also cried.

"Well, things would be better from now on." Narcissa smiled. "Sirius' parents had left England years ago, when he was sent to Azkaban. I think Uncle Carl regretted his decision."

"Serves him right." Blaise nodded.

"He's your grandfather, young man." Narcissa mockingly scolded him. "Well, I'm going home now. Wait another hour or two before you see Sirius, he needs his rest."

"Yes, mother." Harry kissed her and waved happily.

"Maybe we should leave." Quinn took Morgana's hand.

"Don't you want to see him, too?" Harry asked.

"We'll come when he's ready to meet us. Beside, we have something that we want to return to him." Morgana smiled.

"Okay." Harry thought. "I'll let you know when you could come and see him."

"Thank you, Harry; you're such a sweet boy."

Harry grinned and turned to Draco. "She said I'm sweet."

"I heard that." Draco smiled.

Blaise threw himself at his seat, he had walked his parents to the door and they insisted for him to stay and talk to his parents.

"How come suddenly my life is so very complicated?" Blaise asked no one.

"What?" Draco smirked. "You're not happy to know that your parents are still alive, and we are family?"

Blaise narrowed his eyes. "Well, I don't mind being family with Harry."

"Draco?" Harry smiled, stopping any scathing comment from his fuming husband, and pointed at his feet.

Blaise watched with amusement when Draco gently took Harry's feet and put them on his lap.

Draco carefully took off Harry's shoes and rubbed his ankles. 'Harry is carrying my twins so he deserves a little service, right?' He ignored Blaise' snickers.

A look of pure happiness ran through Harry's face, drawing amused looks from his Slytherin fellows.

"Is that really good?" Blaise smiled.

Harry nodded. "I'm so… happy." He frowned a little.

"Then why do you look troubled?" Draco continued rubbing Harry's ankle.

"I just wonder if Sirius ever got a good rub." Harry sighed sadly. He then crawled to sit on Draco's lap. "I'm so lucky that I have you."

"Me too, Harry." Draco held the swelling body tighter before he loosened a bit and rubbed Harry's back, eliciting another satisfied moan.

The warm and fuzzy feeling made Harry sleepy, and he couldn't hold his yawn.

"You look tired." Draco brushed strands of black hair from Harry's face affectionately. "Why don't you go and take a nap?"

"I'm not going home until Sirius wake up and I'm sure that he's alright." Harry answered stubbornly.

"Who ever said about going home?" Draco smirked. "You can sleep in my room."

"How can you have a room here while I don't?" Blaise mock scowled at Draco. "And to think that he is my father."

"You accepted him a your father?" Draco raised his eyebrow.

"It's not about accepting." Blaise smirked. "Just stating a fact. Though it is weird. I mean I always knew that I was adopted and I'd be lying if I said that I never wondered who my real parents were. Still, it's weird to know that they are people I know."

Harry smiled. "I've told you before, and I don't mind telling you again. You'll love Sirius. He is my godfather." Harry glared when he heard Draco chuckled. "He is nice and fun. You'll love him. Though, again, I tell you, I'm not sure about Severus."

Blaise was amused. "I hardly know him, your dear godfather. But I can say that Severus…" Blaise rolled his eyes. "I mean my father, is okay. He's a good man and a great Potion Master."

Harry frowned. "But I'm the next Potion Master. Even if you are Severus' son."

Draco chuckled. "Well, Severus is my godfather. He'll be a good father, that's no doubt. Anyway, we spent some time together here. Back then we were still children so we have to share the room. When we went to Hogwarts, you never came here anymore so the room is officially mine. But I heard Severus mentioned that the room opposite is yours, if you want to stay over on holiday."

Harry stopped listening after Draco mentioned about sharing a room. He grabbed Draco's front robe and shook him. "You share a room with him. Don't tell me you two also shared a bed."

"Now that you mention it, yes I remember it, just like it happened yesterday. Of course we shared a bed." Blaise smirked, he gave Draco a you're-in-trouble look. "It's big enough for us."

"Blaise." Draco warned. He knew his friend wanted to see Harry's tantrum.

"What?" Harry glared. "You don't want me to know? You better talk Malfoy, or the twins will be the only ones you fathered."

"We're children, love, we hadn't gone to Hogwarts and I've never met you before." Draco tightened his hold. "I swear I never even looked at any other male or female, ever since I had you."

Blaise knew about Harry's decorating habit, he overheard when Ron Weasley told Neville, which Draco confirmed. He would like to see it but apparently Draco, knowing his intention, had successfully calmed Harry. 'Well, watching the ever proud Malfoy begging for understanding is worth it.'

Harry pouted. "If you ever sleep with anyone else but me…" Harry narrowed his eyes, didn't finish his threat.

"Aw, Malfoy." Blaise grinned. "Are you scared? I promise if you just lay an invitation, I'll accept."

"Shut up, Zabini." Draco growled.

Harry also glared at Blaise, he wanted to give him a piece of his mind, but stopped when he caught Blaise' mischievous grin. "You look like Sirius when you smile like that."

"I do?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "You even have his eyes. Though I'll say you look much like Severus when you glare."

"You better watch out or you might scare the poor lad." Draco taunted him.

"Neville is a Gryffindor." Harry felt that he must defend his friend. "He won't scare… ouch." Harry held his round stomach.

"What's wrong, babe?"

Draco's worried look looked comical to Blaise. He never thought that his friend would truly be smitten with Harry.

Harry took a deep breath. "Just the kids kicking me. Here." He put Draco's hand on his offending body, knowing his husband love to feel their children.

"Harry, may… may I�� I…" Blaise suddenly felt the urge to feel the baby kick. All of this had been surreal to him.

"Sure." Harry smiled with understanding weighting his eyes. When Blaise sat on the edge of the big sofa, he put his hand on his stomach, replacing Draco's hand.

Draco was annoyed, but the look on his friend's face stopped any remark.

"Oops." Harry turned to Draco. "Severus said I shouldn't let anybody touch my stomach but Blaise isn't just anybody, right? He is his son, more likely my cousin, so it's okay, right?"

"Well," Draco nodded, agreeing with Harry. "I guess it's acceptable, but only for this time."

The banter was lost on Blaise. The moment he felt the soft kicking, he felt something in his heart flutter. "Did… did he really carry me? He's my… mother, right? My real mother?"

"Of course." Harry nodded. "Blaise, why are you crying?"

"I'm not." Blaise hastily back to his seat. "He fainted after he denied me. Maybe I'm just a mistake."

"Blaise Zabini." Harry glared. "Or Snape or Black. You shouldn't say such thing about Sirius. Every mother loves their child." At Blaise's doubtful look, Harry made a quick decision. He slowly raised and walked to Blaise. He took his had and led him to see Sirius.

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Severus was so absorbed at watching Sirius' sleeping face that he barely aware of someone knocking on his door. Only when the knocking became insistent that he growled to let the intruder in.

"Come in."

"Severus?" Harry's head poked in. "Mother has left."

"I know."

"How is he?"

"Sleeping." Severus raised his head when he caught Harry's wave at someone on the door.

"Please," Draco drawled. "Don't get into my way." He pushed Blaise in unceremoniously.

"He… hello." Blaise stuttering greeted his father.

Severus' face was unreadable. There was the son he always wanted standing in front of him, but he didn't know what to do.

"I didn't mean to interrupt or anything," Blaise hastily explained at the unfriendly look, "I'll be back later."

Severus conjured three chairs on Sirius' other side and motioned them to sit.

"When will he wake up?" Harry forlornly patted Sirius' hand.

It was as if Sirius had listened to Harry's request as he opened his eyes minutes later.

"Harry?" Sirius asked weakly.

"Sirius." Harry carefully knelt next to Sirius' bed. He gently hugged his godfather and softly whispered. "I'm sorry about the things I said before. You know, about you not knowing a thing about being pregnant. I was wrong."

Sirius smiled weakly. "It's alright, Harry."

Harry smiled and as carefully he stood up. "Well, Draco and I are leaving now. Mother said that we're having my favourite for lunch."

The three men were left just looking at each other.

Blaise walked into the empty living room, where Harry and Draco were usually, waiting for him before they went to see Sirius. Blaise stood in the room, not knowing what to do.

The first time Harry and Draco had left him with his parents, it was awkward at best and disaster at worst. He didn't know what to say and they spent the time in silence, until Severus, his father insisted for him to call him by his first name until he felt comfortable enough to call him father, requested for them to have lunch together.

All this time, Sirius, he decided that he didn't know what to call him so calling him by his name was the solution, just watching him, made him uncomfortable. The issue of him being the mother was left unspoken.

Draco told him that Harry and he visited Sirius everyday, in case he wanted to come. He realised that he wanted to. So everyday, for almost a week, he would wait for the couple in the living room before he went to see Sirius, in his room. Things went better when Harry was around. It made him a bit jealous, as if his mother was happier when he saw Harry.

'That's ridiculous.' Blaise sulked. He consulted his watch and noticed that ten minutes had past, still no Draco and Harry, and not even his father. Blaise decided to just go see his mother. He already knew the way so he didn't see why he couldn't.

The door to his parents' room was slightly open. He knew his parents, like Harry loved to point out, weren't married but were sharing the same room, and he hadn't had a problem accepting it. It was a puzzle to him as to why Harry was being so difficult in accepting the fact.

Through the door Blaise saw his mother alone on the bed, his father nowhere to be seen. He put his hand on the handle; ready to go in when he noticed that his mother was talking to himself.

Sirius had his hands bent in front of his chest, like he was carrying a baby; he was singing to the empty air in his hands.

Blaise hurriedly went to him. He grabbed his mother hands and shook him lightly.

"I'm here. I'm back."

"Shane?" Sirius asked with a daze look, but hastily corrected himself. "Blaise… sorry."

Blaise gritted his teeth. At his home, his adopted mother would call him Blaise and then apologize and call him Shane. Now he had his real mother doing the same thing. Except he called him Shane and then avoided his eyes and called him Blaise. This was driving him crazy.

"You may call me Shane, you don't have to apologize… mother." Blaise added hesitantly. It was one thing to think of that man as his mother and his ex Potions professor as his father but to actually call them that was a completely different matter.

"It's weird." Sirius tried to offer him a smile.

"Yeah." Blaise sat on the bed, and took a look around. "Where is… father?"

"Don't force yourself into something you definitely aren't ready for."

Blaise turned around so fast that he almost felt from the bed.

"Er… morning."

Severus nodded. He walked to where his son and lover sat and stopped just a step from Blaise. "I know this is a little weird, I've never been a father before, I don't know how to do it, but I'll try. Though you might find that I'm not a good father."

"I'm sorry." Sirius looked at his hands. "I should have told you before."

"It wasn't your fault." Severus told him harshly.

"I wish… I wish I could have my baby back." Sirius curled his hands around his body. "I miss my baby."

"Do you want to turn back time?" Blaise felt sad that his mother couldn't accept him, couldn't accept the fact that he was already grown.

"I don't want to go back to Azkaban!" Sirius shook his head wildly.

Blaise just stood there watching his father tried to calm his mother.

"I won't let that happen. I promise, I'll never leave you again." Severus gently shook Sirius, trying to make him to listen. "This time, I'll never let you go."

"Sorry." Blaise looked at his parents. "That's not what I meant."

Whatever Blaise was about to say was stopped by the angry foodsteps.

Sirius forgot his sadness when Harry came in pouting; his face was red as if he had just cried.

"Look, babe, I said I'm sorry, okay?" Draco tried to sweet talk his moody mate.

Harry glared at him and then walked to the bed, on the unoccupied side, and just laid beside his godfather.

"Harry?"

"Oh, Sirius. I should have listened to you and not agreed to marry Draco." Harry ignored Draco.

"What did he do?" Severus wasn't interested, just being polite.

"He stole my muffins." Harry pouted.

"What?" Blaise grinned.

"You had four already." Draco tried to keep his calm.

"Yeah, but I wanted the blueberry one too."

"You like chocolate, and strawberry." Draco pointed out.

"Yes, I like chocolate but the twins like strawberry and blueberry." Harry said stubbornly.

"Why don't you tell the house elves to make some more?" Severus raised one eyebrow.

"I did." Draco gritted his teeth. "But he's still not happy with me. He didn't even spare a glance at them."

"I was hungry before, now I'm not." Harry pouted.

"So that's why you two are late." Blaise nodded.

"And here I was just about to thank the deity that just for once you're not coming here." Severus smirked.

"If you're not happy to see me here, I'll take Sirius home with me." Harry stuck his tongue out, but then he returned to his sad, unhappy mood. "I'm not going back, so I'll take Sirius… Blaise can take Sirius and me to live with him."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay." Draco sighed frustratedly.

Harry still didn't budge.

"Fine, next time I'll let myself starve to death, so you can have all the muffins for your self." Draco snarled, before he could stop himself. 'Oops.'

It was comical to Blaise, how Draco and his parents cringed, as if waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Draco slowly took steps backward, his eyes darting to the door, contemplating how soon he could reach the exit before Harry hex him.

"I'm sorry, Draco." Harry bowed his head. "Don't leave me please."

Draco stopped in his track. "No, Harry darling, it's not your fault, really."

"Are you still hungry?" Harry looked at him with his green eyes, so big behind his glasses. "I can cook you something. They never complain about my cooking, I swear it's safe."

Blaise frowned. "Who are they?"

"My muggle family." Harry answered. He reached Draco's robe and gave a little tug, "Don't get angry with me please."

Draco smiled, even when he was cursing the muggles he didn't want Harry to get upset. "I trust your cooking skill, but I've already had my breakfast. Why don't you take a rest," Draco gently pushed Harry to sleep next to Sirius.

Harry smiled, "I promise, next time I'll share. I don't want you to die of hunger."

Draco nodded. "Here, let me take your glasses off."

"I want to sleep, but you have to wake me when they arrive." Harry didn't let go of Draco's hand. He returned to Sirius and smiled. "I was so nervous I couldn't sleep last night."

"Who's coming?" Sirius looked at Draco for answers.

Draco only shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know, I hardly care. He said he had a surprise for you."

The mystery was solved when once again Severus' servant announced the Zabinis' arrival.

"Do I have to meet them?" Sirius frowned.

Draco rose from his seat and went to wake Harry. "I think they are Harry's guests. He did mention something about inviting someone to see you."

Severus frowned. Quinn Zabini had owled him a few days ago, sending his regrets and asking for permission to see Sirius, to return something of his. Making up his mind, Severus told his son to show the Zabinis in to this room.

Harry yawned. He was still sleepy but Draco's kiss never failed to wake him. He opened his eyes into another awkwardly silent room. Draco was sitting in the chair beside him next to bed. The Zabinis were sitting on the couch in the small sitting area, on the other side of the bed; Severus sat on the opposite, while Blaise looked uncomfortable next to Severus.

"Draco?" Harry smiled sleepily.

"Yes?"

"My glasses, please?" Harry let Draco put his glasses back on, he looked around, and blushed. "Why are they here?"

"I thought you invited them?" Draco was amused.

"I mean, why are they in this room? They should be in the living room." Harry looked terrified. "I sleep funny."

The others, even Sirius, was smiling, breaking the heavy air.

"Sirius shouldn't be moving a lot, remember?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded. He looked at Sirius and tilted his head. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Sirius forced a small smile.

"Come on." Harry walked to Sirius' side and pulled him out of the bed. "They are your guests."

Sirius let himself be pushed into the empty seat between Severus and Blaise. Harry then took the chair Draco offered and sat near the older Zabinis.

Morgana handed a medium size box to Severus, doubting Sirius would ever take it if it were given to him. "It's all yours." She told Sirius.

"Why?" Sirius' eyes were empty, though his voice held the urgency. "I never hurt you, why you did this to me?"

Quinn held his head high despite the guilt he felt. "No, you never hurt me. In fact, you saved me once." He smiled when he met the surprised look on the younger wizard. "I fell from my broom just right in front of you door. And you invited me in. We talked a lot, and I knew that you had a baby boy and that you didn't let the father know about your son. And that your parents had disinherited you."

"Then why?" Sirius sneered.

"You were a nice young man, I could never forget you." He hastily explained when he saw the dark look on the Potion Master's eyes. "If I had a son, I wished my son would be just like you. Back then I was still active in the Ministry and I heard that the Potters were murdered. They were coming to you to arrest you. I couldn't let it happened. But when I arrived, I didn't find you. Just the baby." Quinn nodded to Blaise. "I know I had no right, but I took your son along with his things. I couldn't let the Aurors take your son if they were to know about him. I knew it was just my selfish reasoning, but I beg you to forgive me."

Sirius was surprised when Severus gently wiped the tears from his face. He didn't realise that he had cried.

"But Blaise loves you so much." Morgana smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, I mean Shane."

Sirius shook his head. "He's been called Blaise for most of his life."

Blaise shot grateful smile at his biological mother. He hadn't been able to sleep well for the last week, wondering who he was now. Shane was his real name but he was used to his current name. Shane made him felt discomfited.

"We didn't know what to do with him; he just cried looking for his mama. And when he was not crying, he held his broom saying he needed to practise for his father." Morgana continued.

Harry and Draco snickered at this, making Blaise blush uncharacteristically.

"We decided to adopt Blaise as our grandchild." Quinn added. "Little Shane only knows about his name. We promised him to look for his father. We'd been through your things, but we hadn't had the clue about the father. That's when it happened. Shane fell from his broom and got amnesia."

Sirius silently listened to the explanation. He didn't actually write a diary or write about Severus being the father of his son. Well, he did have a pensive, but it was guarded, without the password, no one could have access to it.

"When he woke up, he called me mother. It made me so happy. We had tried to have our own child but due to my health I can't bear a child. I was so happy to be called mother. I asked my husband to change the adoption certificate and change Shane's name. I'm sorry." Morgana cried.

The room was quiet, only the sobs from the older Zabini heard.

"Thank you." Sirius smiled. "Thank you for raising my baby. I can't have it any other way."

"Over the years, we had put more of Blaise things there." Morgana pointed the box.

"Can I open it?" Sirius looked expectantly at his lover.

Severus frowned. He didn't want to stress Sirius more but he couldn't deny him. He laid the heavy box next to Sirius.

Sirius opened the box and looked at stacks of photo album. He took one and gasped when he looked at a photo of Blaise sitting on Severus' shoulder.

"Ah, that's Draco's birthday." Severus explained.

Harry moved to stand behind his godfather for a better look. Draco bent next to Harry. Blaise didn't know what to do, so he didn't move from his seat despite the building embarrassment.

"Yeah right," Draco nodded. "I've known him since we were three. We were best friends ever since and we invited each other to each other's birthday. That was the father and son contest and since Mr. Zabini wasn't there, Severus offered himself to participate." Draco smirked.

Sirius turned the album and looked at more pictures of Severus and Blaise. "You said you didn't know the father but how come you have so many pictures of him."

"We were just guessing." Quinn smiled. "Beside Blaise here was growing fond of him. It never happened before."

Another pictures showed the five year old Draco and Blaise with Severus in a study room.

"Ah, fail potion." Severus smirked. "Impressive explosion for a first timer, I should add."

Sirius tensed. "Anybody hurt?"

"No." Severus still wore the smirk. "Just sore pride. They stopped proclaiming themselves as the next Potion Masters." It gained a snicker from Harry.

Blaise turned to look at his adoptive parents and groaned. "Did you have to put that picture? It's embarrassing."

"We thought your parents would want to know all about you." Morgana smiled sweetly.

"What's so embarrassing about it?" Sirius managed a small smile. "I was there when you wet your pyjamas."

Another groans. "But Harry…"

Draco growled at his best friend. He put his hand on his pregnant spouse protectively.

Sirius put the album aside. He looked at his son and shyly asked. "Do you mind if I…?"

Blaise didn't wait the sentence to finish. He quickly took his mother's hand and put it on his face.

Sirius tentatively touched Blaise's face. "My son. I always wonder what had happened to you. When I first saw you at Hogwarts, I kept wondering if you were my son."

"Then why didn't you ask me?"

"I was afraid. I was afraid that your father would hate me for not telling him about you, I was afraid if you were my son, you would have hated me for not being there for you. But mostly I was afraid if you were not my son and I was haunted by my thoughts as to whether you were still alive or not. And if you were my son and you were happy with your parents, I was afraid to destroy your happiness and have had you hate me for that."

"I understand." Blaise smiled.

The room was quiet until the older Zabinis stood up, preparing to leave.

"We've done what we have to." Morgana smiled. "We know there's so much you want to talk about. I'll come later when you're healthier." She added hesitantly, but smiled when Sirius nodded.

Quinn nodded slowly. "We, yesterday, changed the certificate back to the first one. I told you the truth when I said that I wished to have a son like you."

"Thank you." Sirius smiled warmly.

"Do I and Draco have to leave too?" Harry spoke as the couple left them.

"Of course not." Sirius turned to hug Harry. "You are family too."

Severus put the box away. At Sirius' questioning look he frowned. "You can look through it on the bed. You still need to rest."

Sirius nodded and let Severus carry him. He smiled when Harry took the box and trailed him to the bed. They looked at more and more pictures of Blaise, sometimes with Draco and Severus in it, sometime with Quinn and Morgana, but mostly of Blaise. To Sirius it was like watching his son grow up, though it didn't feel the same as if he was there himself.

"What is that, Sirius?" Harry looked at the pensive.

Sirius smiled. "It's my pensive, well, actually it's Blaise'; most of it is of my pregnancy." Sirius motioned to his son to come closer and handed him the pensive. "It's yours."

"Thanks." Blaise's eyes glistened with some unshed tears.

"Actually it was Lily's idea. If something happened to me, at least my baby would have had something to remind him of me." Sirius smiled sadly at Harry. "You had one too, but I guess it had been destroyed."

Harry nodded; he was oblivious of the pity looks he got. "It's brilliant, though I don't think anything will happen to me." Harry grinned. He turned when Draco hugged him from behind, he kissed him to ease the worry written on his husband's face. "I'll be fine."

Sirius smiled back. "You're right. Nothing bad will happen. Your father thought it was silly, because he believed everything would be alright."

"Pregnancy makes people more emotional." Severus nodded, earning himself twin glares from Sirius and Harry.

"Anyway, it's become a habit." Sirius grinned. "It's like writing a diary. It has some of Lily's and James' memories."

"Oh, can I see it, please?"

"Go ahead." Sirius smiled. "But it has password."

Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"It's your father's name."

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