Chapter 3

When Harry awoke he found himself in the hospital wing, surrounded by candies and gifts from his friends. He turned his head and was greeted by none other than the Potion Master

standing beside his bed. Too shocked to say anything, Harry just lay there wondering why Snape was standing there.

"Mr. Potter it seems you have woken up, if you are feeling better we need to discuss some things immediately."

Snape said, but not in his usual mean self, Harry still too shocked to say anything just nodded and attempted to get up.

"I didn't mean right now, just rest for a little bit and meet me later down at the dungeon. I must…I have some things to say to you."

With that Snape walked out of the room, his cloak bellowing after him. Harry sat up and slapped himself across the face, it hurt so he wasn't dreaming. He hadn't dreamed that his evil

professor had been totally nice and even courteous towards him. Rubbing his cheek, Harry picked up an present and opened it, munching on a candy he thought. Harry realized that he

had been acting rather odd, even by his standard all day. He had spent the entire morning looking at things and wondering about them, even at Quidditch he had been out of focus.

Then again in Potion class, he had hardly said anything and had not even risen to anger when Snape had yelled at him. How odd he thought, he felt perfectly peaceful and relaxed, as if

nothing was going to happen to him. After defeating Voldermort in his sixth year, he supposed he deserved to feel that way. Harry continued to muse and eat candies, until his friends

came to visit. They were of course worried about him but he assured them that he was just fine. They were all sitting on his bed and eating candies when Hermione exclaimed loudly.

"Harry what is that?" Pointing at his left ring finger, Harry looked at it and notice a mark round his finger. It looked like a ring impression, he rubbed at it but it didn't come off.

"I don't know, I never noticed it before. I guess its nothing." Harry said and went back to his candy, though Hermione looked thoughtful.

Later that day Harry was released from the hospital wing and warning to drink more water from Madam Promfry. Harry waved and walked down the steps towards the dungeon, he

hadn't forgotten his appointment with Snape. Once he arrived to the front door, he raised a hand to knock, but the door opened and Snape stood before him. Looking down at Harry,

Snape sneered for a moment but seemed to rethink about it and instead opened the door wider to allow Harry in. Surprised by the man's action, Harry walked into the living room of his

Professor. It was beautifully decorated; Harry had to admit that the man had some taste in making the place look inviting. Snape gestured towards the sofas and Harry sat down after a

moment hesitation.

"Anything to drink Potter, Tea, water…?" Snape asked, the words seeming to sound alien to both their ears. Harry shook his head, he was getting a headache trying to figure out his

professor's sudden behavior change. Deciding to go right to the heart of the matter, Harry leaned forward on the sofas and asked with a serious expression on his face.

"Professor Snape, why did you call me down to your dungeon? I am really confused, and you are suddenly acting so nice makes me feel uncomfortable, excuse me for saying so."

Snape smirked and sat across from Harry and folding his long fingers together, he said.

"None took Mr. Potter. The reason I asked you to come to my dungeon as you eloquently put it is because I have to show you something important."

Snape paused and Harry waited, they looked at each other, then finally Snape stood up nad walked over to a shelve with a glass door to it. He took out a pensive and set it in front of

Harry, which Harry looked at but didn't undertand.

"It's a pensive." He said simply. Snape sneered and said, "Of course it is, what else would it be!"

Harry smiled which made Snape wonder why the boy was suddenly smiling at him, he had just insulte him too.

"You insulted me and sneered at me, finally the normal Snape is back!" Harry explained when Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

Snape gave a glare and pointed to the bowl.

"This pensive contains one memory and its not a memory that I like, you have my permission to view it. I think it will explain why I called you down."

Harry looked at Snape as if he had two heads,

"You want me to look at your memory?"

Snape sighed and nodded, " Mr. Potter I gave you permission did I not?" Harry nodded and giving Snape a one last reasonable look, kneeled down to the pensive level. Then grasping

both side of the bowl, he plunged into the memory. Snape waited by sitting on the couch, he was mentally preparing himself for what was next to come. He rubbed his ring finger slowly

to calm himself. Few mintues later Harry dropped out of the Pensive with a thud, he looked slightly pale but was still breathing. Giving the boy more time, Snape summoned some warm

tea and handed it to Harry. Who took it with a slightly shaking hands, sipping it slowly colors returned to his cheek soon after.

"What was that?" He asked the question that Snape had known he would ask.

"That Mr. Potter was an old memory when I was nine and went to get my fortune told. IT was a mistake as you can see a mistake that haunts me to this day."

Snape said while shipping his tea, Harry looked at him and second later asked.

"What did it mean when she kept repeating "Potter is the name"? Dose it mean me?"

Snape nodded and settings down his tea stood up and walked over to another shelve and took out a large book. Setting it down on the coffee table he opened it to the page that was

marked by a book holder. There on his elegant handwriting was the whole prophecy, though it had words written next to each line.

"I wrote it down when I got home that day, I spent up until I was seventeen trying to despiser what it meant. Back then I had no idea who you were so it was difficult to tell what it

meant, even though you appear through the prophecy."

Harry nodded, "So it means that you will have to get married to me before you are forty or both of will die?" Harry asked calmly. Snape nodded and pointed to another line

She with the green and he with the black

Together the right one will come

Potter is the name

"Here its talking about your parents and when i later read this, I almost thought that it was talking about your father. However your father didn't have a scar in shape of lighting nor

was he the son of someone with green eyes. When I got older I realized it was talking about you."

Harry nodded and sipped his tea some more, there wasn't much to the prophecy, except it detailed what was important for them to undertand. It was talking about Harry and Snape

and according to it they needed to get married or they would both die. There wasn't anything Harry could do about it, he could yell or throw a tantrum but it wouldn't solve the problem.

Instead he looked up and said evenly, "If it means that we have to get married, then fine, because I am not ready to die yet."

"However that is out of the question because I, Mr. Potter do not wan to get married to you. I have been researching a way to make it so that you will not die, so that you may life out

your life however way you please."

With that Snape snapped the book shut and stood up, leaving a shocked Harry behind. Harry scrambled up and walked over to Snape's side.

"What do you mean by that? Does that mean that you will still die, so you are just going to let yourself die because of a stupid reason?"

Snape glared at him, "I don't know what part of my opinion is stupid to you Mr. Potter, but its how I have come to conclusion."

"That's bullshit and you know it! I said that I would marry you, why do you have to be this way. If we get married then no one has to die!"

Harry felt like strangling the man, he was so frustrating! Snape ignored him and instead walked towards the bedroom, Harry followed him.

"Are you listening to me!?"

"No, not really. If you would please leave, I have some grading to do before I go to bed."

With that he waked into his bedroom and shut the door, leaving Harry fuming in the living room.