Darren had shielded him from a cauldron in Potions class.
Though he had not let the potion touch Darren's face, the little brat's face had still been cut.
Snape had been furious.
He had hastily treated his own hand with his wand, not even realizing the joy that would come in the next moment.
Then...
He discovered everything.
Darren was his child.
To confirm the news,
Snape had hesitated for many days.
Every day, he had tried to prepare himself mentally, forcing himself to accept it all as soon as possible. Finally, one day, he made up his mind.
He secretly slipped Draught of Living Death into the child's food.
Worried that the child might notice something, he had even improved the Draught of Living Death.
Sure enough, the child noticed nothing.
At night, he slipped inside.
Looking at the child's sleeping face, Snape carefully took his blood.
The final result made him break down in tears.
Though he did not know why it had happened, he still thanked the heavens.
He thanked Lily.
He thanked them for allowing him to have this child.
After learning that Darren was his child, Snape began to ache even over the tiniest wound on his hand.
It was rather embarrassing to say, but Snape suddenly felt that he had grown up. He had changed from a boy... a nearly forty-year-old old boy, into a man.
The news kept him happy for a long time.
Even when Lockhart said he wanted to set up a Dueling Club, he happily decided to take part.
He had heard that Lockhart always seemed to bully Darren! He intended to defeat the man in front of the little brat.
Mm, though Snape felt it was childish, he simply could not stop the corners of his mouth from rising.