Chapter 3

A house in Little winging Surry, known as Number 4 private drive housed the Boy-Who-Lived, the golden boy of the Wizarding world, his name was Harry Potter. He lay in his tattered bed in his cousins second bedroom it was filled useless broken toys that had once belonged to the over grown boy who now resembles a beached whale. The only thing that seemed to belong to the boy wonder was his owl in the left corner she was known as Hedwig. The things under the loose floor board and the things that were plastered on the wall that resembled the Quidditch teams from around the world.

Harry thrashed in his thin bed sheets, beads of sweat cascaded down his pale face as he gazed at the scene in his mind, he had a connection with the darkest wizard in the whole Wizarding world his name was Tom Marvolo Riddle or as the world refers him to, Lord Voldemort. He watched what happened to Snape how it started he could feel the pain his Potions Master was in. In truth Harry didn't hate his snarky professor, he was the only on who didn't treat him like the boy-who-lived, he didn't spoil the others students like the other professor's; he showed them the harsher side of the world. And Harry could feel that Snape was only putting up a mask of who he really was, he knew that he was a spy for Dumbledore, and had to act the way he does or else something bad would happen, the potions master would probably die. Harry held high respect for the Potions master, but unknown to him it developed into something more.

Harry sat bolt right up his breathing harsh; he looked around the darkness of his room in frenzy his eyes scanning ever nook and cranny of the room. His owl hooted from being scarred when he jolted just a minute ago. His breathing soon calmed. He sat there for what seemed liked hours. He thought of his vision and worry crept into his spine. He jumped out of bed and grabbed a piece of parchment and pen and scribbled a note to Dumbledore. He walked to his owl's cage and opened it.

"Hey girl" he said as he lifted her out of the cage, Hedwig nipped at his fingers in affection "I need you to take this to Dumbledore, can you do that for me girl?" his owl hooted and bobbed its head, Harry gave a small smile. He tied the letter to her before he opened the window and watched as Hedwig flew away. Harry wondering one thing.

Albus had left the Infirmary and went back to his office, he would have to hold an order meeting for there predicament. He sat down in his wheelie chair, he spun around a few times, it would usually bring him joy to do such a thing, but at the moment it his heart wasn't in it. He looked like age had finally caught up with him, and he felt that way too. He felt weary from all the happenings in the world. He just sat there for hours staring at his desk, his thought were all jumbled into a giant ball of mess. There was a tapping at the window, he turned and saw a beautiful white owl. He recognized it as Harry's and opened the window; the owl swooped down and dropped the letter before it was off again back to her owner. He looked at the letter before he picked it up and opened it; it read:

Dear Professor Dumbledore

They found out about Professor Snape, I saw the whole thing, is he ok? Is he well? Please tell me he's alive.

From Harry.

Albus smiled at the letter, his eyes regained its twinkle a little bit; he knew Harry loved the professor even if he didn't realize it himself, he knew that Severus felt the same way about the boy, even if he was a little close minded on that. There was one fact that neither one of them know, it was discovered when Harry was just born, it happened when Severus had held him for the first time, everyone noticed but Severus. Severus and Harry were glowing a pale white, not enough for him to notice himself but enough for others too. This only happens with the one you are destined to be with.

Albus replied to the boy reassuring him that Severus was fine and well and that he would be staying at Number Twelve Grimmauld place come this Thursday. After that he settled down and scheduled a meeting for this Saturday. Before he went to rest for the night or should we say early morning.

Snape slept only for a few hours his dreams plagued with the happenings of earlier that night, he couldn't believe he was found out, for some reason he felt it was his fault for not hiding it well enough, but he knew he couldn't hide that he was a dark lord traitor forever, everything must come to an end. His eyes scanned the dark hospital wing, he looked out the tall windows and saw that it wasn't even day light yet, but he couldn't go back to sleep his body ached he felt as if he was trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. But there was one thing that Snape liked about being found out as a spy, not feeling like he failed, not that he felt guilty, but that he would no longer have to hide behind this cold and unfeeling mask he was free enough to be himself, but he was never free from the mark that was scorched into his left forearm.

TBC……….

A/N: Well there you go! So what you think? I think it is pretty good, a little short but good, hope you don't mind the shortness, I would make it longer but I have to get to bed or my parents will hound me. Please leave one of your reviews see yha.

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