Laughing Harry went through the floo, saying goodbye, Hermione would be staying the night with Luna so he was the last through. But was stopped as he hit a wall, more like his Godfather Sirius standing in his way instead of moving out of the fireplace a bit more. He had done it several times before so he went to whine at his godfather but stopped when he spoke up first. Hands pushing Harry around.

"Rem, watch Harry." Sirius spoke and was quickly passing Harry over to the werewolf who also had his wand out with his godfather.

Harry gasped at the sight before him, stuffing from the couch now torn and flipped over laid strewn around, and if he didn't know better he would blame it on Estella again. But the marks left from spells on the walls or ground said otherwise. As well as the cracks of the fireplace and some rubble from the chandelier that hung simply by a cord and spun softly lower then it should ever be.

Sirius was walking up the stairs when Harry realized who was left here alone, and even though normally his father, Percy could take care of himself. He couldn't right now. Fear gripped him tightly as he found himself running to his fathers room slipping past Sirius who yelled for him to come back with Remus, both running after him.

He slammed the door that was partly open and stared, as just like the living room the room was an utter mess. Glass was shattered all over the room from windows and the bed was shattered in pieces that spread around the room. He was suddenly in the arms of Sirius as he started screaming for his dad, crying out so much that his voice grew sore. Sirius and Remus tried to get him to calm down as the sudden panic attack hit Harry like a train.

What felt like hours to Harry was only a few minutes as he got in control of himself and tried to stop the crawling panic from raising its head again. He looked around after wiping his eyes with a deep breath held in his lungs.

He was held back by Sirius as Estella who was nearby harmed from a spell was looked over by Remus.

"He's not here..." he spoke so quietly they barely heard him as he looked over Estella, barely breathing. "Someone took my Dad..." he started, tears falling heavily down his cheeks again as panic tried to settle in him as his hand found Sirius and held it. As if he needed to hold something to ground himself.

"Harry, we'll find him." Sirius spoke as he came and he winced when Remus' hand came up bloodied and he got to work wrapping a spell around the wound. "Remus get Charlie Weasley and tell him that Estella is hurt. Harry help bring her down with us okay? Then once he gets here we can start an investigation to find Percy."

They worked quickly and before they knew it Charlie was there with a kit for hurt dragons and went to work.

Harry couldn't stay in the mess of his home any longer and took off to be outside. His breathing barely holding together as he collapsed at the shore. He didn't know what to do, or who even took his Dad but he-he just didn't know what to do. He sat down and started to cry into his hands. He knew his dad was strong-but he was sick and he worried about what they were doing to his dad.

So he cried.

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Sirius and Remus were out most the time leaving Harry to his own devices, wearing down the floors with his absentee mindless worry for the only thing that brought him so much in his life that he cared for. He knew they weren't finding anything as his dad was still missing. Hermione was worried for both him and his Dad, she became the cook of the house -after yelling at Sirius about how she needed food, not ingredients for a potion-he was still confused on where to get food from.

One day Harry got so angry he wrote an angry letter to Severus about a lot of mean things-asking why-or if he had his dad. He regretted it but didn't make a move to send an apology at the mindless accusations.

He was staring off at the lake when someone apperated outside the wards. Coming in as they were keyed to the wards-still gladly enough to him that be was still able to walk through-but he stopped when he found Harry pointing a wand at him with tired gaze and red eyes.

"What are you doing here?" He grumbled his voice tight and cracky from his obvious emotional turmoil. His eyes looking over him with confusion.

"Harry..." Severus spoke and looked at Harry with a look that made the boy confused even more. Usually it was contempt or amusement. But it was sadness and regret that met his eyes. As well as a much younger looking Severus Snape. At least 20 years more so. His ears seemed pointed and his face more structured. His nose still hooked but softer in skin. He was a slight bit taller and broadly muscled in even portions. Hair longer, wilder in a sense of silky waves-the grease look but cleaner.

Harry decided to ignore the new looks-or at least the younger look-it was still him after all. "What do you want Snape?" This made the man flinch at his name being said so venomously. Harry read more into the man before his wand was slowly moving downwards and his frown grew and tears started up in his eyes in frustration. "You don't have him do you?" His voice sounded strained. Cause part of him hoped that he was, that Snape was there to grab whatever ransom they wanted and Harry would give them whatever they asked for.

"No...that's partly why I'm here. I have lots to ask him as he helped me and Tom." Severus explained watching him softly as he really looked over Harry.

Harry sneered at him. "Said the person who turned his back and declared that you weren't friends! What else are you hear for?! Come to argue with me like you're my mom again?!" Harry screamed not caring if it made his throat hurt.

"But yet I am...Hardleear." Harry froze as he stared at Severus in disbelief-they hadn't told anyone-even with Daphne wanting to know who his real parents were if the Potters weren't his birth parents, they hadn't told anyone. "Yes I remember now. Percy helped with that. I just found out that-you're my kid. Tom would have come with but-he's torturing himself back home. Harry...we..." Snape didn't know exactly what to say...all he knew is that it hurt.

"Save it. I want my Dad. Not Tom, and not you. I want my dad, Percy Jackson." Harry turned away from him and stalked back towards the house letting the crestfallen man behind him follow without much care to how the man felt. He was put through just as much pain from the two of his biological parents that he'd rather not be put through more. Maybe he was hurt even more then them.

Hermione met him at the door with a concerned look then frowned when Severus came into view. "Harry?" Her eyes watching her potions Professor with confused and worried eyes.

"Don't ask, just...can you make some tea please. I know you make the best besides-" he couldn't get himself to say Dad again without getting the picture of him smiling at him like a puppy.

She understood though and nodded before going back inside from the porch, the same one they had his 14th birthday on. He didn't even want to celebrate his 16th just months away now. And his 15th wasn't much to talk about with healing from Voldermort.

He led them to the table. Estella looking up from her bed in the corner. She didn't move though as she eyes the two. Her leg was in a cast and her middle wrapped in gauze to protect her stitches. Even if she huffed annoyed when she tried to mess with it and someone stopped her.

"It hatched." Severus said to start off some sort of conversation with Harry. The awkward and strained air hard to get through.

"She." He said simply, before he motioned for him to sit while he did so on the other side of the table. "What do you want?"

Severus sighed as his hands fiddled before folding on the table. "To talk-To help find Percy. We know he's important to you-to me as well as a friend, even if I said otherwise. If we had...our rightful memories everything would have been a lot better but, Dumbledore. He's the one that took you that night and destroyed everything. And I'm sure he's the one who has Percy."

"Why? How are you sure it's him? My dad has a lot of enemies on his own that don't like him one bit." Harry helped Hermione set the tea down and served himself as she sat down after she asked with her eyes if she could and he nodded. He didn't want to be left alone-he was nervous with the knowledge that his own birth parent was there and he remembered.

"Because, Dumbledore killed the Potter's that night. Not Tom. Because he made that fake prophecy-Because he's looking to control the entire wizarding world and beyond." He spoke calmly as he takes a sip of tea. Even though a rage boiled deeply in his gut. "Because, he wants you in his hands to control."

"No, he didn't take Percy for him to gain control over Harry, he could do that in a number of ways." Said a deep voice as it appeared from the living room. Poseidon stood there looking better then he has in the past couple months then his father did in the last days Harry saw of him.

"Granpa?" Harry asks surprised at how god like he looked at that moment. He was in his armor and everything, trident I hand and this confused the hell out of the two that didn't know of gods. Usually, it was khaki shorts and Hawaiian shirts-grey hair to the side and a smile of a person enjoying life he supposed.

Poseidon smiled at Harry but it fell as he sat and accepted Hermione's offer of Tea. "It is time we tell Harry of the past-and time for me to tell you all exactly why Percy was taken."

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