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NEED TO KNOW: Ok, there is a story on schnoogle that someone has commented that is like this where Harry is Snape's son, and only looks like James because of a spell. First, I had never read the story before, so I'm sorry for any confusion. Second, please do not mention it again, I am not stealing anyone's storyline, it's just that GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA*cough*HAHAHAHA*cough cough*HAHAH!!

Serpent Tongues & Snape

Chapter Two – Harry Finds Out

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Harry climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's office, scared.

"Why are you scared, Harry Potter?"

"Because I don't know what's going to happen."

"Have you decided a name for me yet, Harry Potter?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Harry? And no, not yet. What about Sabrina?"

"I will think about that one." They were nearly at the top of the stairs now. Harry adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, opened the door, and promptly nearly fell flat on his face.

"Harry?"

He looked up from where he was lying. "Yes?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I really must have that step fixed," Albus Dumbledore muttered, waving his wand. In an instant, Harry's glasses were back on his face, and they were no longer cracked.

"Thanks," he said, getting up and brushing himself off. He looked around. There was Fawkes, sitting on his stand, as fiery red and gold as ever. The stone Pensieve was barely visible, tucked behind a bookshelf now. There, sitting on the couch was –

Severus Snape?

Harry cast a nervous look to the man sitting on the couch. He was leaning back, had his eyes closed, and Harry noticed some deep purple circles under his eyes.

"Harry, please sit down."

Harry nodded to Dumbledore and sat on the couch as well, as far away from Snape as possible.

"Harry, two months before your mother passed, she left a letter telling us some very surprising things." He picked up the piece of parchment on his desk, and handed it to Harry, who read it. Minutes passed while he stared at the piece of paper, in silence. "I – I don't get it," he said with a forced smile.

"Harry, your mother and Professor Snape were a happily married couple. When Voldemort found out about them, he barely let Professor Snape escape with his life. He convinced Lily and James to move in together, pretending they were married, so to protect Lily from dying. James knew about it of course, they were best friends, those two. Heck of an Auror team, as well. Put many the Death Eater in Azkaban."

"I still don't understand." Harry blinked, his thoughts swirling around in his head. Mum? And Snape? That's disgusting, it really is… why are they telling me this?

"Harry, we also found out that James was not your father, that Severus is. We realise that this may come as a shock to you…"

But Harry tuned him out. He slumped onto the couch, his eyes wide and blinking furiously. Prongs? Not my dad? No no no no… it has to be a mistake, it has to be…

"And we don't expect you to make any changes at all to your life, you can continue in the Gryffindor quarters—"

"This isn't funny! It's not possible, either you too are cooking up a really early April Fool's or something, because none of this ever happened, I am not Snape's son!" Harry hissed. He stormed out of the office, ran back to the Gryffindor tower, ignored the shouts of "Hey, slow down!" and collapsed on his bed. He stared blankly at the sunny day outside, his eyes filling with tears. "No," he whispered into the silent room.

"Hey, Harry!" he heard a voice shouting, and footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Ron?"

"Yeah, who else, ya ninny? I saw you come racing up here like there was no tomorrow… are you crying?"

Harry wiped his eyes hastily. "No," he said finally. "But I did find out something that's going to scar me for life."

10 min later…

"What? You mean, Snape, ugly greasy Snape is… your father?" Ron stared at Harry incredously.

"Yup," he answered quietly. They were missing Transfiguration at the moment, but neither of them really did care.

"So that means that you—"

"Look, Ron, I don't really want to talk about it," Harry cut in. "I just want to go for a ride, ok? I'll see you in Charms."

"Ok," Ron said, puzzled. He watched as Harry grabbed his Firebolt from his trunk, and flew out the window.

*

Severus lay on his bed. He didn't have any classes today, they would start tomorrow, beginning with *gulp* double potions with the fifth year Gryffindors. Would Harry refuse to accept him as his father? he wondered. "Potter… So James isn't his father, I am… oh, God."

*

Harry swept through the night, letting the cool air rush through his hair and wash his face… He was hardly visible in the pale moonlight, which was lucky, because right now he estimated he was flying over the sea.

He sighed, and turned his broom around. He shouldn't travel too far, he had classes tomorrow… starting with double potions. Harry groaned. How could he face Snape, now, after he had found out all this? After Snape had tortured him and his friends for being Gryffindors… although it would explain something. Harry had always wondered why Severus Snape had hated him before he had even met him face to face… well now he knew. If Snape had thought that Harry was James' son, then of course he would hate him, thinking that Lily had cheated on him. Still…

*

Severus wrung his hands. "Calm down Severus, it's only potions with the little fifth years, pretend Pott— Harry isn't there…"

He assumed his ice-cold glare and strode into the classroom. Immediately the noise stopped. "Get out your cauldron, Finnigan," he snapped, brushing past him. He reached the front and turned around. Harry was sitting up the back, with dark circles under his eyes, not unlike the ones Severus had.

"Today we will be making a truth potion. It is one of the mildest it is, anyone with will can easily avoid matter at hand, and it is not painful like some of the stronger ones, but of course you cannot lie, for any truth potion, no matter how weak, still does not permit lying. Dumbledore has given me special permission to teach these to you, and we will be testing all of them after they are finished. We will build up to the stronger ones, and see who can last longest without telling anything," he said with a sneer. He flicked his wand, and the instructions appeared on the board. "First, fill the cauldron a third full with water, then…"

The lesson progressed quite easily. Severus avoided looking up the back as much as possible, where Harry was nearly falling asleep with exhaustion.

"Where were you last night?" Hermione whispered to him.

"I went for a— for a—" he yawned. "Ride on my broomstick."

"How far did you fly, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I think I flew somewhere over London."

"No wonder you're tired Harry!"

"Harry— Ron told me about, you know," Hermione said to him, sympathy on her face.

"It's ok," he told her quietly.

An hour passed easily enough, and then it was time to test the potions. Neville went first, shaking and quivering. Snape gave him a spoonful of his own potion, and Neville promptly began to sprout feathers.

"I should have known… Hospital wing, Neville!" Severus said viciously as the Slytherins burst out laughing. "Next…" he looked down on his list. "Potter."

There was silence in the room as Harry walked up with his cauldron. Snape gave a small, tired smile and tipped some of it down Harry's throat.

After he had swallowed it, Snape sat him down in a chair. "Potter, what is two times three?"

"Six."

"Headmaster of this school?"

"A man." Snape looked surprised at this. "What is his name?" he pressed.

"His name is the same as his father's before him." Harry looked the tiniest bit smug. He wasn't answering a single more question of Snape's.

"Sit down, Potter." He did so, among cheers from the fellow Gryffindors, and Severus silenced them with a look.

"Thomas…"

*

Harry hung around after the lesson. He cast a glance nervously down the hall, and tried to flatten his hair. James' hair. Which he might not have anymore. He walked down to Snape's office, and knocked quietly. He waited for a while, then decided no one was in there, and turned around. But he then heard a quiet, "come in, come in."

He held up his head and walked in. Severus looked up, and Harry noticed the registered surprise on his face. He was sitting on a chair in front of the fire, holding a half-full glass of scotch in his hand.

"Harry Potter?" Harry sighed.

"What?" he hissed back.

"I have decided I like the name Sabrina, Harry Potter."

"I'm glad, Sabrina. But would you mind not talking for a little while, I'm meeting with someone. And stop calling me Harry Potter."

She was silent after that. He turned back to Snape, who was looking at him curiously. "Who were you talking to?" he asked.

Harry lifted up the sleeve of his robe silently. Severus stood up and gasped. "What?" Harry asked, irritably.

"That snake… that is one of the most rarest snakes in the world!"

"No way," Harry scoffed. "Sabrina? I just found her in the dormitory."

"No, I'm sure! Her blood has amazing healing power… she's worth a fortune on the black market. Don't let anyone get to her, Harry," he warned.

He frowned. "No one's taking Sabrina, she's my friend."

Severus nodded, and the two lapsed into silence.

"Professor Snape…"

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering… well this is really weird and all. I mean, I've idolised James, I always have, he was always Prongs. He was always my dad. And now, you tell me that you're my dad… and everything's so weird."

"I know. And it will be for a while to come. You would think," he began, as Harry looked on. "That Lily would have said something? Something along the lines of, 'Hi Severus, you met Harry? Your son?'" he snarled.

Harry nodded. Then a thought struck him. "Professor Snape, this is going to change things, isn't it?"

"Yes Harry, it will change many things."

"Will I have to call you something different? Do I have to live with you?" Harry blurted out.

Severus looked surprised. "You can choose whether to call me something different… at school it will always be Professor Snape, but out of school, if you want you may call me Severus. I don't expect you to call me 'dad' for a long time. And you may live with me if you wish, I have a small flat in Hogsmeade. Although if you prefer to stay with those Muggles you're with, then I won't stop you."

"The Dursleys?" Harry shook his head. "I'd prefer to live with Attila the Hun." Seeing Snape's blank stare, he changed the subject. "The letter said that I only look like James because mum bewitched me like that… do I really look like you? Can I see?"

Snape allowed himself a small smile, stood up and reached for his wand. Standing up, he began a string of Latin phrases that astounded Harry, and Harry felt himself changing.

His hair grew longer, and he himself grew taller. His skin paled slightly, and his cheekbones rised. Looking around, he saw that everything had gone blurry. He took his glasses off, and was able to see perfectly. His hair grew thicker and darker, and Severus felt his eyes widen at how much Harry looked like him. "Holy—"

*

"Shittara, please return that crystal ball to its rightful position," snapped Professor Trelawny.

*

He looked stunned. "Oh my God," Harry breathed.

Severus allowed himself a small smile, but his face was soon marred by a small frown. "It's time for your class, Harry. I will change you back." Harry nodded, and transformed into his usual self. He walked out the door, hardly watching where he was going, his mind abuzz and full of things to come.

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EXciteMENT!!!

adVENTure!!!

LEATHER PANTS AND EVIL CHEESE!!!!!

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