Plot: Two months after the battle in the Department of Mysteries, Harry is grieving over Sirius. Depressed due to life in general, will Harry make it? Will trust be gained? Will love conquer all? On the eve of his 16th birthday Harry receives a letter that will change life as he knows it, forever. Can enemies get over their differences for the greater good? Will all fall apart?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the places, except the characters and places I invented. J.K. Rowling owns all.
Update: Alright guys, thank you sooooo much for all the reviews and followers! Means the world to me! Post as many reviews as possible! I love to hear everyone's opinions and any questions. Right now I'm coming into the last half of the semester for university and I'm keeping quite busy. I apologize for the slow chapters (1 per week currently). I WILL try to do 2-4 a week. And when term ends I have a LOT of time over break to finish a good chunk of this story. I plan for this chapter to be a longer one. Hope everyone enjoys! Until next chapter. =)
Chapter 4 - "Go Big Or Go Home"
Harry's mind was on overload. Not able to fall asleep he climbed out of bed and decided to get a headstart on his essays for Transfiguration and Potions. Potions… I hope he accepts me for me. I hope and pray that he gives us a chance. I want this to work… Even if he will always be the greasy, slimy git. He worked well into the night and into the morning just before dawn. Yawning loudly, he decided to take a short nap. Harry laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. Listening once more to the birds chirping. Singing wonderful tunes as the sun rose above the horizon like a shooting star in the sky above. While almost to the point of passing out is when he heard it. "Bloody hell! Who in Merlin's beard comes and rings the doorbell first thing in the morning?" Harry spoke to no one. Sighing heavily, the young wizard put a t-shirt on quickly expecting the worse. They are gonna flip...Harry could barely hear the movement of someone flying down the stairs. Speaking softly, Harry began to count in his head...Three...Two… One… "POTTER! There is no one by that name at this residence. I assure you." Petunia blurted out. "But I assure you Madam Dursley that I know that he is." I don't recognize that voice. I wonder who he is. Definitely not a Death Eater. Aunt Petunia would have been killed by now. Nope, no explosions. Definitely not a member of the Order because his family knows of them and would have slammed the door in their faces. Definitely not the Ministry...They would have announced themselves like they were royalty...It can't be...Grabbing his wand Harry stood in the middle of his room prepared to defend himself and his bitch of a family.
"Sir, you can not barge into my house at six thirty in the morning. I insist you remove yourself from my property this instant before I call the cops" said Petunia. Harry could hear the whole exchange...And continued to listen like his life depended on it. "YOU! You're a freak like the rest of them. No freaks are welcome in our home. Get out now." The mystery man laughed before he spoke, "Petunia Dursley nee Evans. Sister to Lily Potter. I will do no such thing. And I will suggest you bar that tongue of yours in your mouth before I hex it off. You and your elephant of a husband and whale of a son do not scare me." "You knew Lily?" asked Petunia. "Of course I did. I was in assigned the position as her protector when she was younger. And as I was then, I am now assigned to the protection of Harry. My kin. My nephew and you will stand aside you horse-faced woman. Or would you prefer me move you over myself?" Stuttering she replied," Y-y-y-yes sir." "Now where is he?" Shit...I have a real uncle? No fucking way can even Merlin fuck with me like this. I have an uncle. Maybe its a trick. Bloody hell they're coming up the stairs. Hearing the door unlocked Harry raised his wand. Ready to curse someone to hell and back. This is family. You don't know that? But he did say he was. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Stupe-" Watching the man open the door he non-verbally casted a shield charm. Blocking his curse with ease. Taking a good look at him he noticed the strange man. Noticed certain features of his… father. Dark brown hair present with the hazel eyes. Minus the hair and eye color it looks like a much more non-greasy git like that of his father. "Hello Harry, my name is Sebastian Snape and I am your uncle.." Harry looked astonished at even the idea of another Snape in this world. Let alone in his life. "I was instructed to come to your aid by your mother long ago within a few days of your fifteenth birthday. And now that I am here, we shall go over things in regards to the Priory, your father. How we will bring back the real you, disengaging the glamour charm." Harry didn't feel like talking so he asked his next question in a whisper. "Does my father know of you? I know he doesn't know about me through her letter she sent me." Sebastian smiled, "Your father is a great man no matter what. To answer your question, yes he knows of me. When we were younger we were out swimming in the local river, and I had an accident. Your father thought I had drowned and left to tell your paternal grandparents of what happened. In fact I was drowning, but the Knight that was assigned as my protector at the time saved me and took me to Avalon. Where I've been since. Currently I am in Her Majesty's Royal Guard. A special corps of Knights that protects the Queen and the most important people of the bloodlines. Descendants of the Royal Line. Your father is going to flip when he hears that McGonagall was practically his future mother-in-law, you his son, and that I am actually alive." Harry smiled with his uncle. I can get use to him. "Will you be here when McGonagall gets here?" Harry asked. "Yes, I will...You have begun to start having your father's looks." Harry sneered, "As long as I don't inherit the greasy git look. I'm good. Oh, and his crooked nose." Sebastian laughed and laughed. "I assure you he's one of a kind, and by all means you might turn out to be an exact image of your father will all that sneering." The only thing that came to mind was to sneer more. "You'd definitely give your father a run for his money." His uncle blurted out, laughing his old ass off.
Do to the fact of anxiousness and excitement, Harry could not sleep for the life of him. For over two hours his uncle and him had discussed life and adventures. Looking at his alarm clock it read; 8:58 a.m. "Alright Uncle Sebastian. It's that time…" "Good heavens Harry! Time flies. Well we will have plenty of time to catch up. Just know this: I have loved you since you were born, you will always have me there for you, kiddo. Even through something like this. We have a lot of explaining to do to her and your father," Sebastian stated matter-of-factly. "Here's to nothing!" And so it was… Uncle and nephew reunited. Heading down the stairs to open the door, to face his grandmother for the first time since his birthday and finding about his heritage.
Opening the door was going to be harder than he thought. His world was about to change even more so, but his family would grow. For the first time in my life I am worrying and fussing over family. Family. This makes me incredibly happy. With his mom's letter stuck in his pocket, and after a small pat on the back from his uncle he opened the door. "Good morning, Mr. Potter" said the Professor. "Now let's get to business shall we, Mr. Potter?" Coming into the living room, the first thing she noticed was his uncle sitting in the rocking chair. "Good morning, Severus. I'm surprised to see you here of all places" stated his grandmother. Before too long she noticed that his uncle didn't have the same color of hair or eyes. First things first...Harry looked at his grandmother who immediately pulled her wand and pointed it at Sebastian. "Harry, who is this imposter?!" demanded McGonagall. Sebastian decided to speak up in his stead, "Professor McGonagall, my name is Sebastian Snape and I am Harry's biological uncle. Which would make hi-" Interrupting McGonagall, "Him...Severus' child." "Yes, it would." McGonagall smiled, "Well that isn't too bad of a situation." "There's more to it," said Harry. "Lots more but I must first discuss another finding in this realm….You should read this." Pulling out the pieces of parchment from his mother. "Just be open minded, please, Grandmother." The professor looked at him flabbergasted. "Read." Handing the letter from his mom to McGonagall the professor took the parchment, beginning to read. Watching this is getting my nerves. Throughout the reading his grandmother made the craziest expressions and began to cry. Leaning over to his uncle he quitely whispered, "This is gonna be good." By this time, Minerva McGonagall was in tears and looked straight at Harry. "Harry my boy, come give your old grandmother a hug." Next thing you know he can't breathe do to a huge hug, knocking the wind out of him. "Harry I just can't begin to fathom the idea of Severus Snape being your father, his brother your uncle, your mom my daughter. " "I love you, grandson. I loved you before but even more so now after finding this. May our little family continue to grow."
