*I wrote this out of complete boredom, I am sorry to anyone who reads this!*

~Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the other characters. J K Rowling does.~

One day Harry Potter was cleaning under his bed. He found a truth potion. "What a coincidence," he mumbled to himself, "that I should find this illegal liquid under my bed!!! Whatever shall I do with it?" Harry though silently for awhile. "Aha!" he exclaimed cleverly, "I shall somehow get Snape to drink this, and then make him tell me his darkest secrets!"

Harry knew he would probably get caught, and be threatened to be expelled, but that was completely normal. Why break tradition? Besides, he was Harry Potter, and he could get away with anything.

Harry went to Snapes office, which was coincidentally unlocked. There was a goblet of pumpkin juice on top of his desk. Harry poured the truth potion into the goblet. Just after Harry left the room, Snape turned into his office, and did not catch him.

Snape drank the entire potion. Harry decided to take advantage of this. He walked into the office.

Snape looked at him with a drunken look, "What a coincidence you are here, Harry," he said, "I have to tell you something!"

"Er . . . okay!!!!" Said Harry.

"You have black hair!"

"Er . . .yes, I do." Said Harry wondering if it was ale and not a truth potion he had spiked the pumpkin juice with."

"I have black hair!" said Snape gleefully.

"Er, what a coincidence." Said Harry. Harry liked the word ER, he said it a lot.

"Don't you get it????? I'm your daddy! Big Poppa, Father, Dadio!!!"

"Er, no your not! James Potter is my father!" said Harry slowly.

"That's what he thinks!! Nyeah Nyeah Nyeah!!!"

"No, that's unpossible!!!! I mean . . . impossible!" Harry had been hit in the head by too many Bludgers. He was Harry Potter; he didn't need to know how to spoke. He was the boy who lived, isn't that good enough?

"Harry, I am your Father." It all sounded so familiar to Harry. Could it be true? Was he living a lie?

"Prove it." He said.

Alas, Snape never got to prove it because a dragon flew threw the castle window and ate the old fart.

Perhaps, if no one flames me, Snape will return once more, but then maybe not . . .