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Harry Potter, a 6th year, knocked on his Potions Master's door. He was here for the first detention for the rest of the year. Harry remembered what happened that caused this. Harry and Ron planned a trick to play on a particular Slytherin, and it worked successfully. It had been a joke from Fred and George, and Ron decided to try and cheer his best friend up from Sirius' death. Hermione, had, of course, complained to them not to do it, but they obviously didn't listen.

First, in Potions class, Harry would 'accidentally' trip Draco Malfoy. (They had planned the measurement and Math in the trick during the middle of the night, using Harry's Invisibility Cloak). Then, Draco would fall. The joke that Fred and George had had a concealment charm. It was a large magic bowl with some gross stuff in it like: toad gruel, 1 year spoiled milk, old fish, troll boogies, and a horrible perfume that smelled like poop. Then, since it was hidden, Draco's head hit the bowl. Malfoy's head was covered in a sick green color, and the bowl glued itself to his head. He immediately ran out of the classroom, however, not quick enough because Harry took several pictures with Colin's camera. Ron had detention with Filch.

The prank had cheered up Harry, but not for too long, just a few days. He still thought about Sirius, what he could've done to prevent it, it wasn't healthy to dwell on the past, but Harry couldn't help it. Still, the prank had helped. So, Harry, almost all the time, had a sad sort of face almost all the time.

"Enter!" barked the voice of Severus Snape, and Harry jumped ever so slightly. Harry turned the knob and entered the room, not being able to hid his emotions. Snape glared at Harry for a few seconds, Harry still kept that same face on, and he finally broke the silence. "I'm here for my detention, sir." "Obviously you are, Potter. Close the door behind you!" Snape snarled. Harry did as he was told, with the horrible feeling that he was imprisoning himself as he did, and he heard the door lock with a soft click.

Harry stalked over to Snape, still having the same face that he always did. Snape sneered, "Not still crying over Black, are you?" he said this because he knew that it would flare up Harry. Harry simply shrugged, and this caught Snape by surprise, although he kept his face emotionless. 'How come he didn't flare up...like his stupid father would? Something's definitely wrong with him. Why do I care, anyway? He's just a spoiled Gryffindor brat.'

"Listen up, Potter, I'm only saying this once. You are to clean up this entire classroom, and if it is not done properly, you will continue to do it until you get it right. Cleaning supplies are over there" he shook his head over to a corner "And don't try any funny business, I'm watching you...understood?" "Yes, sir." Harry answered, and he went over to the corner where Snape indicated where the supplies were, and picked up a sponge, some cleaning powder, and a bucket of water.

Snape watched closely from his desk as Harry started not too far from Snape's desk. First, Harry dropped the white cleaning powder around his area he was beginning at. He dropped a little water on it, and he went to his knees and started scrubbing the area. After a few minutes, Harry started the same process in another area. When Harry had moved, Snape noticed that it was sparkling clean. You could see the sparkling dark blue of the floor, the original color, not covered in dust and various potion ingredients. Snape got suspicious. 'How could Potter clean so well? He'd never seen anyone, not even the house elfs, clean so well.'

"Potter?" Snape said, and Harry flinched slightly. 'Why did he flinch? Something's going on...and I will find out...one way or another.' "Y- yes, sir?" Snape stood up and walked over to the now spotless area of the floor, glancing at it and then at Harry. "Where did you learn to clean like this?" Snape questioned, and Snape noted that Harry paled a little. "I- I...just..." Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, listening. "I guess, I'm just a bit good at it..." Harry answered, glancing into Snape's onyx eyes, and he saw disbelief, and Harry looked down.

"Potter, I want an honest answer. House elves don't clean this well. Now what's the real reason?" Snape said smoothly. Harry paled a little more. 'I can't tell him!' Harry thought. 'I always had to do it for the Dursleys, maybe I wouldn't be beaten then...god, I can't tell him!' Harry glanced up at his Potions Master, he was still looking at Harry, waiting for an answer. "Well, Potter?" Snape said, breaking the silence that surrounded them. 'Can't tell him, can't tell him!' Harry looked at his feet, and replied "I-I can't tell you, sir."

Snape looked at Harry for a few seconds, and said, "Mr. Potter, have a seat." Harry looked up, surprised. He slowly got up, and sat in the seat that Snape motioned to across from his desk. Snape walked to his desk, pulled out the chair, when he heard, "Sir, shouldn't I just be doing my detention?" Now Snape got really suspicious. "No, Mr. Potter, that's alright...for now." 'I have to keep my image.'

Snape sat on his chair, and studied Harry for a short minute. He didn't really look like James anymore, well, at least not exactly like James. He looked half like Lily, the most standing thing that he inherited is his eyes. His face had changed into a masculine replica of Lily's face, there was no other way to put it. 'I hate this boy because of his father...and he did say he was sorry for looking into my memories, several times in fact. I should put my hatred for James away for now...this boy might be hiding something big. Whatever it is, the Headmaster WILL NOT find out...old fool only cares about ridding himself of the Dark Lord.'

Snape snapped back into the present, and broke the second silence that had formed. "Potter, I can sense you're hiding something. Why not tell me when you have the chance?" Harry stayed silent for about ten seconds and said, "How could YOU understand? You hate me because of my father! I know what he did was wrong, but you can't hold a grudge against me for that! I'm not him, and I never will be! And I've said it a hundred times, sir, I'm sorry for looking into your Pensieve." Harry was slightly out of breath, and leaned back into the hard wooden chair he was seated in.

"Potter, I understand. Whatever I say in this room cannot be repeated, understand?" Harry nodded. "I apologize for the way I treated you before, you probably understand why I did." Harry nodded ever so slightly. "Potter, look at me." Harry slowly looked into Snape's eyes, and Snape continued. "The Dark Lord has returned, it will take all of us to destroy him...and to do that, we all must be strong, physically, magically, and...emotionally. I'm here if you ever need to talk."

Harry sat there, letting the words Snape said soak in. 'Snape's being nice...wow, never thought this would happen...maybe...he has been through a lot...maybe I could tell him...he might understand. I told Dumbledore, he doesn't care what happens at the Dursleys as long as I'm safe...stupid old bastard...but wait, if I tell Snape about-' Harry stopped his thoughts for a minute, and said quietly, "Sir, if I tell you...will the Headmaster find out?" Harry kept his eyes down, and heard Snape's a softer voice say, "No, Potter, if you wish to keep it a secret, I will do so. I think I understand why you don't want the Headmaster to know, I will keep it between us."

Harry looked up, slightly surprised. He had expected Snape to say against it, but he didn't. Harry sighed, and Snape must've heard it because he said, "I promise, I will keep it a secret, I will try to help you, Potter, you can-" Snape stated, but Harry cut him off. "Please, sir, if it's okay...please don't call me Potter, at least not now. You said it, and so did I, sir, I am not my father. " Harry said, finding the sudden interest in the dust covered stone.

"Alright, Harry, but I swear, if it goes outside this room, anything, I will-" Snape started in a slightly threateningly voice, but he stopped when he saw that Harry curled up into a small ball, trying to become one with the chair.

Severus became more and more suspicious. He had read in a muggle book that a child that hugs their knees up to their chest has suffered either or both physical and emotional abuse. Also, lack of physical attention, such as a hug.

Severus said, "Harry, why don't you come here-" The older raven - haired man conjured a large black leather sofa. Severus sat down in the middle, and Harry scrunched up by the corner. Snape moved a little closer, he had dealt with Slytherins with this sort of problem, but never one so severe.

"Come on, Harry, I only want to help you." Severus said, but Harry only scrunched up into a smaller ball. Suddenly, there was a popping noise, and Harry flinched, but Severus didn't notice. Severus whipped out his wand, and Harry became a tighter ball, and a few tears leaked out of his eyes. He was a bit afraid that Snape was about to curse him, he always thought like that since Vernon started beating him.

Severus walked over to his desk, where a piece of parchment appeared. Severus read it, and he looked at Harry in shock. The letter slipped from Severus' hands and right before it hit the floor it turned to flames, and burned to a small pile of ashes. The ex-Death Eater walked over to Harry and sat next to him. "A-Am I in trouble, sir?" Harry asked in a shaky voice. Severus looked at Harry for about a minute, and said "Harry, there's something you need to know. The note that just appeared on my desk, it was a note from...Lily, your mother." He paused for a moment to let Harry understand, "What did it say?" he asked. And Severus said, "Well, the note was written by Lily, I'd recognize that handwriting anywhere. And, well, you, biologically, are my son. I'm your father."

Harry stared in disbelief. Severus Snape, ex-Death Eater, the Potions Master, the man that made Harry think he hated him, was his father. Harry was so confused, he couldn't do anything to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. He didn't get why he was crying, but he was. Severus was about to say something, but Harry, surprisingly, leaped forward and hugged his just discovered father. Severus was in shock, Harry Potter, well, 'Harry Snape' had hugged him.

Severus heard Harry say something quietly, "I finally have a father." Harry pulled away suddenly. "What's wrong, Harry?" his father asked. "It's just....what will Ron and Hermione think about, well, you being my father? And all of Gryffindor tower? And the entire school?" Severus figured that Harry would ask that, and he replied, "It'll all be alright, I promise, the only thing you need to know now is that I love you."

Harry let those words soak in, love. "I finally have someone who loves me..." Harry whispered quietly, but Severus heard. His eyes widened slightly when he heard that, and he said, "Harry, what do you mean, finally?" Harry curled up into a ball again. "Harry?" Still, no reply. "Come on, Harry, don't make me punish you." Snape said sarcastically, but Harry thought of it as no joke. Harry had flashbacks of what was Vernon's point of 'punishment'. "No, please, no, I'm sorry...no, please..." Harry said, tears leaking out of his eyes.

Severus was surprised, he wasn't expecting his new found son to break up just like that. "Harry, I didn't mean-"Severus started, but he changed what he was about to say. "Harry...why are you so afraid when I mention something like that?" No reply. "Harry, come on." "W-Will you be mad if I-I tell you?" Harry said, with a pinch of fear in his voice. "Harry, understand one thing now. I will never hurt you in any way, I may yell at you, but I will never intentionally hurt you. And what do you need to tell me?" Severus stated, and Harry gulped, remembering what Vernon had said. 'If you tell anyone, I will make your life a living hell.'

Harry shook his head, and said in a shaky voice, "I-I can't tell you...they'd h-hurt m-me-" Severus cut in at that "Who would hurt you?" Severus' eyes widened as he knew who Harry was talking about. "Your relatives? They did it?" Severus asked in disbelief. Harry didn't say anything at first, but then he slowly nodded. "What did they do?" Harry stayed silent, not saying a word.

"Come on, Harry, I need to know." Severus said, he tried to keep his temper down, but knew it would burst out soon. Harry only shook his head, it seemed like he wasn't going to tell. 'I wish I could tell him...but then Vernon will kill me..' Harry shuddered at the thought. Severus stood up, and said in a loud voice, "Harry! You will tell me...one way or another!" Harry curled into a tighter ball. Harry didn't like it when people yelled, it reminded him of his uncle. Severus sighed as he saw the tighter Harry ball, and sat back down. "I'm sorry, Harry." Harry didn't say anything.

"Come on, you'd better get back to your dorms. Hard to think all of this started with a detention. And don't tell anyone about this, ok? We have to wait, alright?" Harry nodded, and he left. "Harry." Severus called back, and Harry turned around. "I still want to see you here every night at 9 for the rest of the year, understand?" Harry nodded, and walked to the door.

He was about to open it when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, and he flinched slightly. He turned around, and Severus said, "I want an answer, Harry." Harry nodded his head and said, "Yes, sir, I understand." "And drink this potion before you sleep. I think you'll be needing it." The Potions Master handed the boy who lived a small bottle. "Yes, sir, I will." "Goodnight, Harry." Harry opened the door, but before he left, he said with a small smile, "'Night, dad." And he closed the door, and Severus Snape smiled a small smile.

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