Harry Potter's Real Dad

Severus had watched the exchange and was glad the witch had not been too blunt with Harry about what the pat downs were for. He knew it was routine, but he hated to put Harry through anything prison related. He followed the officer to the front desk, and she pushed a few papers his way.

He saw the visitors' sign in form, as well as the application forms that he had filled out and owled in (the owl was trained to put certain envelopes in mailboxes). The application forms asked for general information about the visitors, such as name, birthdate, photo ID number, and relationship to inmate.

The second page was a questionnaire that asked various legal questions such as if he was on the visitation list for the inmate, if he had ever been on probation, parole, or in a correctional institute, and if he was related to any other inmates in this prison.

One question asked if he had been the victim of the crime for which the inmate was incarcerated for, and he answered affirmatively for Harry when he filled out his son's paperwork, also putting himself down as Harry's legal guardian and signing his name on behalf of his child. Both had been approved, which he had gotten a call about yesterday evening.

He signed his name and Harry's names on the visitor sign in sheet, handed that back to the officer, and pocketed the application forms. He glanced at the clock. They were fifteen minutes late now, but it was less time with Petunia. Unfortunately, not enough less time.

"Right this way, gentleman."

Severus took Harry's hand and followed the officer down a bright hallway where a couple officers lingered, talking quietly among each other. He glanced at the rooms they passed, seeing a man and woman in one room holding hands and laughing with each other, two kids putting a puzzle together with a middle-aged woman and a younger woman watching them, and two gray haired women looking through a photobook.

Finally, the officer stopped in front of a closed door and opened it, stepping aside for Harry and Severus. She gestured to a table and Severus brought Harry over to it and sat down, sitting Harry next to him.

"Give her a minute to sit down," the officer said. "Have a nice visit."

The door was closed and a door on the other side of the room opened.

There she was, in jeans, a striped, gray jumper, and cuffs around her wrists. Petunia walked ahead of the officer that followed her in.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry cried, nearly jumping out of his seat.

Severus planted a hand on Harry's leg, holding him in place and waiting until Petunia fell into her seat across from Severus and Harry, and she routinely brought her wrists up. Her large, pale brown eyes bore into Severus's, her face expressionless as the officer uncuffed her and stepped back to the opposite wall. He stood up straight and clasped his hands together, not staring at anything really, but letting it be known that he was not leaving during the duration of the visit. Severus glared at Petunia but released Harry.

"Aunt Petunia!" Harry tried again, jumping up and rounding the table.

Severus held his breath.

Petunia's eyes finally left Severus's. She raised a hand, halting Harry in his tracks, but the boy merely paused directly in front of her, smiling up at her and clasping his hands together, staring up at Petunia adoringly while she shocked Severus by lightly patting Harry's head, her hand barely denting Harry's hair. It was as if this was a common way the two greeted each other. Petunia smirked, flipping her head to get some locks of slightly unkempt hair out of her eyes.

"Good boy," she praised. "Look at you all cleaned up. Have you not been practicing your chimney cleaning while I've been in here?"

Petunia gave Harry a hurt expression and the child gasped.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia, I'll do it right away."

"No, you will not," Severus said sternly, looking between Harry and Petunia, "Harry will not be doing any more chimney sweeping in my house."

"Pity," Petunia said with a horrendous smile thrown at Severus. "You'd never have a cleaner chimney. But that's all right, you don't need to practice for me. By the time I'm out of here, you'll be too big to climb up any more chimneys."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, his lower lip puckering out.

"Oh, it's not a problem," Petunia told Harry, laughing slightly. She patted him on the head again. "You're such a people pleaser, aren't you? We'll have plenty of time to bond here, won't we, dearie? We should plan for once a week. I'm sure we'll have so much to talk about."

"Okay, I would really like that," Harry said.

"Petunia," Severus growled the name through his teeth.

"Hmm?" Petunia gave him an innocent look. "Something wrong, Severus?"

Severus could not believe this was happening. He knew this visit would be disastrous. But why would Petunia throw an act now? She had nothing to gain from it.

"Aunt Petunia, did you know I have a daddy?" Harry asked, pointing at Severus.

"Really?" Petunia put a hand on her chest as she feigned surprise. "I had no idea. I guess I never thought a father would abandon his child in a near-relative's care without so much as a thought of visiting or even asking how his child was doing once in a while. But what do I know about parenting, hmm? I am in here for doing such a poor job to begin with."

Petunia rested her head on the back oh her hand and leaned into her elbow on the table as she gave Severus a knowing look.

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