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This chapter would tells all about Harry POV and a little bit with Severus. Sorry it takes awhile to up date, but hopefully you all like it.
Black lashes flutter like raven wings, revealing the beautiful emerald orbs that hidden within. He exhales softly, consciousness begin to seep on the sleeping boy. He snuggles back into the warmth of his bed, trying his damnest to prolong his sleep but the more effort he gave the more consciousness came into his brain.
Harry Potter sighs loudly. His heart heavy with regret and confusion as yesterday's incident came back into his mind. 'What now?' Harry stroke his temple with his palm, trying to ease the sudden headache that begin to throbs in his skull.
'Should I confront Sn-dad? Why did Da-Snape never take me away from Dursley? Why did he hate me so much?' Harry's mind twirled with every question that came into his mind. 'What should I call him now? Dad? Snape? Arghh...even his name's confusing me now.' Harry groan loudly. He rolls out from his warm bed and go to his bathroom to do his daily routine.
When he already changes, he goes to the commonroom to meet with Ron and Hermione. "Good morning, Ron, Mione." Harry smile slightly at his friend.
"Morning, Harry. I hope you sleep well." Hermione smile flatter when she saw a dark ring begin to form around Harry's emerald green eyes.
"Hey, Harry. You look terrible, man." Ron grimace at his friend appearances. He does looks so tired and defeated.
"I do Am feels terrible." Harry groan as he flung himself to the couch before his bestfriend.
"Harry, I'm sorry about yesterday." Hermione murmur softly, her fingers tracing the hem of her robes absentmindedly.
Harry looked at his friend, his eyes never left the beautiful face before him. Hermione squirm when she felt Harry's eyes on her. She felt his staring burning on her face but he didn't say anything at all.
"Well, I don't." Harry shrugs his shoulder before he averts his eyes. "I don't regret what we did yesterday. Though it's confusing and gave me full of question. I don't understand anything anymore. Nothing makes sense anymore." Harry says as he rubs his scar absentmindedly.
Ron says nothing, just listening to what his friend thought and felt about yesterday discoveries.
"I want to speak with my dad. Snape I mean." Harry said abruptly, his eyes shone with determination. "I – I don't care if he don't wanna see nor speak with me, but I want to understand. I want to know what's his thinking, his reasoning. About me, about his relationship with my father. James I mean." Harry said his hand swept through his already messy hair in agitation. "I need to know, Ron, Mione. I can't live like this anymore." Harry shake his head
"We understand, Harry." Hermione whispered. "We already talked before you came here and we'll do anything to help you." She shakes her head softly, making her curl bouncing slightly.
"Yeah, mate. Both of us will totally back you up." Ron shrugged his thin shoulder. "But we need some plan. You do know that Sn-" Ron huffed loudly as Hermione hit his stomach with her elbow. "I mean your dad. You know he will never say anything to us, don't you?" he grimaced as he rubbed his bruise stomach.
"I know." Harry rolled his eyes as he saw their antics relationship. "I guess I just gonna stay behind after his lesson to speak with him."
"You want us to stay behind with you?" Hermione asked as she squared her shoulder for a possible future of butting head with the most headstrong and sarcastic potion teacher.
"I guess three would be better to corner him than one, right?" Ron's' grimace deepened at the images of confronting the angry old bat of dungeon teacher.
"I guess." Harry sighs, his courage depleted even before he meet the said person. They sighs simultantly. 'It's gonna end so messy.' They thought altogether.
When they arrived at the great hall for breakfast, they didn't see the potion teacher at the teacher table. Harry can't decided if he should felt grateful or disappointed for the absent of the only person he wish to met.
But for Hermione and Ron, they clearly felt relief especially when the headmaster didn't called on the three of them. That means either Snape haven't told the incident or the headmaster brushed his complain about them when he spoke to him. But whatever the reason was, they felt extremely grateful they didn't being charge for what happened yesterday though their gut churns with guilt.
The first lesson gone with ease though the golden trio felt restless in their seat. The next lesson is potion. They felt dread with anticipation, sweat begin to form at their forehead and their hand shaking lightly. It's time to face the music, the only way they could found the truth.
When they arrived at the dungeon, they saw some student (Slytherin of course) already sit inside. Harry exhales loudly, forcing his racing heart to calm down. He licks his suddenly dry lips as he looks at his two other buddies. He grimaces lightly seeing the two of them in the same condition like him. Dreadful and afraid. "You guys ready?" Harry whispered softly. Ron and Hermione turn at him with disbelieve.
"I don't think I could ever ready to face him." Ron shuddered as he prayed inside so he could come out the lesson without scratch. Hermione nodded forlornly.
"Ready or not, here we come." Hermione huffs loudly as she step inside the classroom, being followed by her two bestfriend.
When they come inside, they saw Severus Snape already sit at his seat in front of the class. His eyes focused on the potion paper at his hand. He looked up slightly and glared at the golden trio as they staring at him.
"Look who finally grace us with their holy presence? Of course the golden students of Gryffindor." He sneered heatly at the three of them, making them gulp in uneasiness. The Slytherin snickered loudly at the comment he made about the golden trio. "Should I send you invitation to my classroom so you can grace me to sit at my lesson or should I ask someone to clean the seat first so your golden ass could sit on the uncontamined chair?" He said calmly when the three of them didn't move from the entrance.
"No Sir." They answers in rush before they walked fast into their seat. They squirmed at their seat as the potion teacher kept on glaring dagger at their face even more student swam into the dark classroom. His face contorted in distasteful and irritation.
"Maybe they just need you to show him yourself to the seat, Sir." Draco Malfoy snickered with his gang.
"Maybe later I would asked you to fetch them before class, Mr. Malfoy." Severus heat glared turn into the silver hair lad.
"No, thank you, Sir." Draco shut his mouth immediately at the sour mood of his favorite teacher. Harry looked at Ron who sits beside him with exasperation. Ron huff softly, trying his best not to attracting anymore attention to them. When the students already took their seat, Severus waves his wand to the blackboard behind him without turning back.
"Take the ingredients quietly and begin to work. This potion would become your OWL so make it right. The list's on the blackboard. You have an hour to finish it begin from now." When he finished talking, the students rush to the next room to collect the said ingredients and walked back to their seat and begin to work quietly. Noone brave enough to made any noise especially if they want to face the wrath of the sour mood potion teacher.
Severus turn his attention back at he grading he was doing in the past hour. He gritted his teeth in irritation when he was being reminded about yesterday incident by the golden trio presence. His brain scattered around at every possibilities whether the golden trio smart enough to shut their mouth up or they already talk to the old coat. The fact that the old coat hasn't called him yet in the morning, he assumed noone has told him anything.
He kneads his temple hard, headache bloom again in his head. He never felt this grateful that until this moment the stupid Gryffindor haven't blown their potion away like usual, especially the Longbottom kid. Severus squint his eyes as he swept around the class, looking any abnormal event that saying any kettle would be erupt or blown away.
When everything under control, he turns back his attention to the paper he has to grade. "15 minutes to go. Seal your potion and clean your desk after you finish your potion. Put your name on the vial and put it on the desk beside the entrance and go to your next class immediately." He snapped at the student, surprising some of students and makes them work faster so they can leave the dungeon as soon as possible.
Harry sigh loudly as he bottle his finished potion before named it but he didn't move from his table. Ron begins to cleaned the table slowly, trying to buy some time so the other students can clear the classroom before they can confront the sour mood teacher. Hermione pretend to write up every note that she found in his parchment but her eyes snakes on the other students that still lingering on the classroom.
"What the three of you still doing here?" the silky voice startling the three Gryffindor from their task. They looked around and saw noone in the class anymore. The share a glances before they shouldering their bag.
"I want to speak with you." Harry licked his lips nervously but his eyes never left the deepest black of his teacher – his birth father. Cold sweat dampening his palm as he fidgeted from one foot to another. Hermione and Ron stood behind him in support.
"You already did." He sneered cruelly at the boy before him.
"I mean-" Harry begin in exasperated at the cold indifference the man before him, he didn't understand how could he still could pretending that he was noone, that he was not his own flesh and blood. "I want to talk about yesterday." Harry's eyes becoming hard as he squared his shoulder. "About you-"
"THERE'S nothing to talk about." Severus hiss in hard tone. "Nothing to talk about that incident but your ignorance and impolite attitude for breaching MY property." He grounded his teeth so hard in impatience.
"Yes, I'm breached your property and I'm sorry. But I don't felt sorry for knowing-" Harry's voice begin to rise, hoping that his father would listened to his for a second.
"SILENCE." Severus snapped at him. "There's nothing to talked, do you understand me, Potter?" he hiss softly, his heart beating so fast in fright and desperation. He waves his wand to cast a silencing spell and locking spell so noone could get inside the dungeon nor hearing what they said inside the classroom.
"I deserved to KNOW." Harry shouts at the man before him – his father. "All your pensieve was about MY DAD, YOU and ME." Harry pointed it out hotly. "It's all about HE raped you, YOU pregnant with ME and delivering ME." His voice croak with so many emotion. Hate, hope and confusion. "I deserved to know the truth." Harry shook his head softly, his voice quiver with sadness. "I don't understand it, while you're so in loved with my father even though he was raped you and then you hate me so much." Tears begin to glisten his beautiful emerald eyes. "Why?" he whispered softly as he looked at the black haired man in desperation. "What did I do to make you hate me so much that you chased me away like a garbage and – and you sneered and snide at me every time I was in the very same room with you." His breath hitch, his voice broken as tears begin to fall from his eyes. "Why?" His lips quiver, his eyes shining with tears and desperation and sadness fills inside his expressive eyes.
Severus' face paling, he shut his eyes tightly hoping that he never heard what the boy asking him. He doesn't know if he could explain it to him. He truly wishes he could but he doesn't know if it was safe to tell him anything. But the secret already been spilled, there's no turning back but to keep moving on. He pinches the bridge of his nose as dread and helplessness begin to gnaw him.
"Don't speak about it anywhere." He sighs loudly. Wary hanging on his shoulder and defeated clear on his eyes. "Come to my room after dinner." Harry's head snapped at him in hope. He nodded his head so quick that Severus afraid he would strain his neck. "Go now, your next class would begin in 10 minutes." He said as he cancelled the charm around the room.
Harry, Ron and Hermione begin to walk away, but Harry's eyes could never left the defeated man that leaning on his desk as it was the only thing that supported him from the world. He wants to run back and hug the man so hard and says it would be okay, that they would be okay, but he doesn't know if his gesture would be accepted by the wary man.
"Remember, don't talk or thinking about it before we talk this night." He looked pointy at the three Gryffindor. They nodded their head and begin to walk away. "Every walls and doors has an ear everywhere, even in your mind." He spoke softly but the three of them could hear it clearly. Harry's face becomes pale for a second as he turns his head to look at his father. Their eyes meet and understanding begin to shine at Harry's mind.
Voldemort.
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