Harry Potter's Real Dad

After managing to get in a couple more hours of sleep, Severus helped Harry and Iris make their own yogurt parfaits, which ended up in a bigger mess than he would have liked, but at least his kids were laughing and having fun so early in the morning. The whipped cream all over his kitchen was cleaned with a swish of his wand.

Later that morning, Severus's lawyer stopped by to see Harry and discuss the case. Warner Wallace, a middle-aged dark-haired man, had helped Severus during Iris's custody battle, and he trusted the man with all matters pertaining to muggle law. Wallace arrived in a casual suit carrying a briefcase. Severus invited him to his living room and offered tea while Wallace pulled out several files.

"How is Harry doing?" Wallace asked.

"As well as he can after everything he's been through," Severus responded as he finished pouring a tea and handed it to Wallace, who thanked him and set it on the stand next to the chair he was sitting in. "I am trying to get his untreated asthma under control as well as keep him in my sight. He's still struggling with the idea of his relatives in prison and that I am now his primary guardian."

"Did you tell him you were his father?" Wallace asked. He pulled out a paper and reviewed it. "I see the DNA results came back. You can take that to court anytime to change his birth certificate by the way. Strange how quickly they came in."

Severus nodded, though he knew there was never any DNA test performed. He had brewed a potion and used a strand of his and Harry's hair in it to prove their relationship, then turned the results into a muggle replica. That was why they were in so quickly as he wanted to move along the change in custody as quickly and smoothly as possible.

"I have told him," Severus said. "Although I'm not sure the impact of doing so as settled in with him yet."

"Does he talk about what happened at his relatives?"

"Occasionally, but never in a bad light to be honest."

"May I see him?" Wallace asked, glancing around.

Severus stood from his chair and moved to the staircase. Last he knew the two kids were getting dressed for the day, but he wasn't sure what they were getting up to now.

"Harry," he called. "Come down here for a moment."

Harry appeared at the top stair, and Severus motioned him down. Severus directed him to the living room.

"Harry," Severus said as he sat back in his chair, standing Harry in front of him, "this is Mister Wallace. He's going to ask you some questions. I would like you to answer honestly, okay?"

"Hi, Mister Wallace," Harry said.

"Please." Wallace waved off the formal greeting. "My name is Warner. And you must be Harry. How are you, today, Harry?"

"I'm good," Harry answered, leaning back against Severus's knees.

"Brilliant. Do you mind telling me about what living at your relatives was like?"

"It was okay."

"Was it? Where did you sleep at night?"

"In my cupboard."

"Your cupboard? Was that also your bedroom?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. He smiled as he said, "I even wrote my name on the wall."

Wallace flipped through his papers before pulling out a picture.

"That's your name, isn't it? You wrote that?'

Harry took the picture and nodded. Severus looked over Harry's shoulder at the police photograph of the cupboard where Harry allegedly slept. It was the first time he was seeing it, and it was a small area where food or cleaning supplies would preferably be stored. Instead, there was a small, thin mattress shoved inside, a light blue blanket disheveled on top. Scribbled on the wall above the mattress was "Harry's Room." On a shelf were five little army men and a small teddy bear that Severus recognized Lily giving to Harry when he was a baby. It sickened Severus to see how small it was and how crappy the mattress was that Harry slept on. He held his tongue while Harry spoke about it.

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