Summary:
This is another one of those "Severus Snape is Harry's Biological Father" stories, but this is the more – reality – version... wink wink
Now... for the corny, yet dramatic, summary:
Will Harry ever accept the truth, will he accept who his father is...
And, mostly, will Severus ever accept, that the boy he despises most, is in all actuality, his son...
Will either of them change?
Dun dun dun...dramatic music
Cheeky grin from me...the author...
Disclaimer:
Once again, why did you even have to bother reading this...?
I don't own this stuff... J.K Rowling does... I only own the plot.... Somewhat...
Story:
THUD!!!
"POTTER!!!" roared Severus Snape, "Watch where you're going! I'm guessing you are expected to be at the Headmaster's office too?" He sneered.
Harry, already in a bad mood from being woken up rather rudely by an owl and Uncle Vernon's yelling, only stood up, dusted himself off and walked to Dumbledore's office all the time chanting under his breath, "Must not kill Snape, must not kill Snape..."
Apparently, the Snape in question had heard him and followed behind with an amused look on his face, which Harry possibly wouldn't even have noticed had he been looking at him, which he wasn't since he was still repeating that mantra...
Suddenly though, Harry ground to a stop in front of a large Gargoyle.
Seeing he clearly didn't know the password, Severus Snape said, "Fererro Rocher" from behind him.
Sneering sardonically at the surprised look on 'Potter's' face, he started up the staircase to the Headmaster's office, Harry soon following.
Just as they were about to knock on the door of Dumbledore's office, he called out cheerily to them to come in. Both people entering the room merely rolled their eyes at the fact that of course he knew they were there; that man incessantly seemed to know everything.
"Headmaster, you wished to see us?" asked Snape tersely.
"Ah, I did too! Welcome, welcome. Have a seat." He said, indicating the two seats in front of his desk; his eyes madly twinkling.
Both other occupants of the room now sat down rather suspiciously as no good could ever come from a situation when those eyes twinkled so much.
"Lemon drop?" offered Dumbledore cheerfully.
Both of the increasingly impatient people in front him declined as politely as they could; both also currently in foul moods.
"Right, well," began Dumbledore hesitantly, "You are probably wondering why I called you here, correct?"
Correctly reading the look on both Harry and Severus' face, he continued, growing increasingly nervous much to his own chagrin.
"I have been meaning to tell you this for... some time now and as you can see, have only gotten around to it now. Erm... As I was looking through the student medical files, I came across something... interesting?"
It was more of a question than a statement and both occupants of the seats in front of his desk merely crossed their arms and raised their eyebrows, albeit simultaneously.
Dumbledore bit back a chuckle at that and continued; "Well, I think at any case, you would understand it better if you read it yourself" he ended rather lamely and hurriedly passed a file to Harry.
Looking at the cover of the file, Harry noticed it was labelled in big black letters;
HARRY JAMES POTTER
Now curious, Harry opened the file to the front page, which of course, was his birth certificate. He didn't see what was so odd about that, until of course, he read the line that stated his biological parents.
Biological Mother: Lillian Evans Potter
Biological Father: Severus Cyprus Snape
To say the least, Harry was frozen in shock. That was fast cured though:
"AARRGGHHHH!!!!!!!! This cannot be right! It's completely and utterly WRONG!!!! He.........Oh ewww! GROSS! That's just plain disgusting... He of all people on this BLOODY planet...it should be made illegal for him to reproduce at any rate!" he roared, completely surprising one, Severus Snape, who never knew the boy could be that loud!
"Potter, what the bloody hell are you on about?" he snapped, grabbing the now abandoned report from Harry's chair, the chair now being fully vacated as Harry continued his ranting and raving.
One quick scan at the front page of the report made it quite clear what 'the bloody hell' he was on about.
"OH MY GOOD LORD!!!!!!" roared Severus Snape, who followed this with a whole list of expletive reasons why it had to be wrong until something clicked in his head.
That was correct...
As unbidden images rose in his head, Snape sat down heavily and looked at the abnormally loud boy that was still furious, ranting, raving, and.... his son...
Authoresses note:
Hullo ello again! Well, that was pretty lame I know but it was all I could come up with for the first chapter... It probably didn't help that I was impatient to post something, whether or not it was crap...wink
So yup, I will hopefully update soon (If I ever remember I wrote it in the first place...)