Is Professor Snape Harry Potter's Father Novels & Stories

The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard. As the son of a priest of the god of death, Viktor knew the profession of his father, it could be said that Viktor possessed all the necessary skills to be a worthy Priest of the god of death. That night, Vikto himself laid out the body of his father in the funeral chapel, but as he looked at the corpse lying on the slab, it was not his father that he saw, but his mother. Viktor watched over his father himself, performed the prayers for the deceased along with the other funeral rites. When he finished, he fell asleep on the cold stone floor

She answered back the father that she grew up with. Everything that Weasley told her was true, except for the fact that her father wanted to impregnate her, her father also didn't kill their mother. It was all an story and because they are crazy and out of their mind, they made themselves believe that it was all their father's fault.

But Calistha didn't want to offend the man with her reluctance to sit there, so Calistha could only obey while assuring herself that she wouldn't be long in the small wooden chair that barely even accommodated her entire ass. "Before you tell me about my father, how do you know about Malfoy?" "Malfoy? That kid found me after he managed to hack into your father's official website, and he's been trying to find an informant to tell him about Jacob." "I don't get it, so Malfoy doesn't actually know anything about my father either?"

His dark lashes brimmed with heavy tears; his hands clenched into a shaking fist, in desperate battle against his grief. "I-" His breaths shaken a little as he formed his words. He inhaled deeply before breathing out to continue. "Ulric isn't my father. He- he's. My real father is dead Bellatrix. Ulric is, was my father's younger brother. When my father died, he became the new leader of the keeper here in Talot. He married my mother, then fathered me. My mother died a few years back, and I was left with my new father. Only for me to realise few months back, how my father had died. He died in the hands of his brother." He stopped, tears dripping from his pale blue eyes, heavy sobs tearing fro

Then there’s Nate fucking Woodwards. Jesus Christ, I never liked his family. His father was a well-known billionaire who acted like a fucking royalty, treating others like crap and only respecting those who matched his power and wealth. No matter how much he preached about true love and humbleness, he was a fucking bastard. The best way to describe him comically will be by calling him Draco Malfoy’s father from Harry Potter. They always boasted about their so-called family bloodline and whatnots. Truth be told, it was quite annoying.

The doorbell rang and mom said, "Go open the door, it's probably him. Your father said he would be late." "Okay, Ma." I walked to the front door. When I swung the door open, she was right, it was Hunter. But he was not alone, my dad was with him. Oh, damn you, Snape. * * *

She sipped tea slowly as she looked for a channel she could watch. Her tears could not stop rolling down and the tea suddenly turned sour. She heard a knock at the door and she hesitated to open it. She got up slowly from the couch and walked towards the door. When she opened it she did not expect who she saw. “Harry, what are you doing here?” She asked. Harry did not get the words to say to her as he was captivated by her seductive shape. “I…..I came to apologise for what my father did to you. It's all my fault and I have talked to him and informed him that I am going to give back your job,”Harry said.

He said in a lowered voice, "We didn't know how to tell you about this. But with how things are going, we can't continue to keep the truth from you. "Felix, that person is your dad. You've always thought that Harry was just someone your mother knew. But he's actually your father." Felix still looked stunned. He lowered his gaze, trying to understand Henry's words. Then, he mumbled lowly, "But… he, he told me he's just my mom's friend. That I should refer to him as Uncle Harry… If he really is my dad, why didn't he tell me?" Felix fixed his gaze on the photo of Harry.

He added, much to my surprise. “Really?” “Of course…I wanted to believe you were his father, but I had doubts since you were not even married, and seriously, everyone would have been aware if you had a child. Celine confirmed my doubts not too long ago.” He explained. “Are you my daddy?” Nathan cried. “What is he talking about?” Mr. Harvey was curious. “Nathan,” I bent.” “What are you saying?” “Are you from Hogwarts?” He asked. By then I had become quite confused.

Aeron admitted. Voldemort sighed, revealing a side seldom seen. "I never forget a favor," he confessed. "You see, before your father became king, he had saved My family and I during an attack on my kingdom. Your father, then was just a patrolling soldier, had called his army to aid us, nursed us back to health, and we became friends and allies. However our, friendship soured when Your father became power-hungry and declared me an enemy for not joining him. Despite the betrayal, I know I owe your father for saving my life and kingdom. So, when Pelenore approached me, I couldn't refuse the call for help. So, here we are."