Thanks for the amount of reviews that have been flooding in, checking my email and seeing a full email box is always pleasing to see, so keep it up! A huge thank you goes out to Ranekaera for their idea for this chapter; I loved it so much and fitted into the story line so well I just had to use it. So check out their work, they have written an awesome fic called Snape's Daughter and it is also complete! Also look at Hopeless Lady Dreamers story A World of Dreams for some really well written angst! (Be nice to her, she is very sensitive!) Once again thanks for your support and here is the next chapter as promised!

Finding the Album

It was about five in the morning when Harry woke up. Outside there was a huge thunderstorm coming up. "Great", he thought to himself, "that is definitely not a good omen; even Professor Trelawney could have predicted that and she couldn't predict a snow storm in the middle of winter."

He rolled over in bed and tried to get back to sleep. But he couldn't, he was thinking too much about what had happened in Snape's room. It hadn't bothered him that much when he had first heard it, but as usual it only bothers you when you're trying to get a good nights sleep and wake up in the middle of the night.

It only really dawned on him just then how little he really knew about his parents. He didn't know about their childhoods, where they had lived, anything. All he knew was that his mother had hated his father with a passion for a reason he didn't know but they eventually ended up dating in their final year and ended up married.

What was this about Snape having feelings for his mum? Snape hated Harry; wouldn't the fact that Lily was his mother make him hate her, like he hated his father? Besides, a Slytherin liking a Gryffindor was so unheard of it was mythical. Ava must have been confused or he had misunderstood her or something, there is no conceivable way that Snape, who was sexually anorexic would even be capable of having a crush on someone let alone love someone.

Tired of thinking about stuff that had no answers to, he managed to go back to sleep, having a recurring nightmare over and over again.

Harry walked into a house, one of those old English town houses. When he arrived inside the house he saw a pretty woman, one with the green eyes like his and the fire red hair, it was his mum.

"Hello there honey, how was school". His mum asked.

Harry looked at her with his mouth wide open. This couldn't be right she was dead, he never even knew his parents, so how was she alive and talking to him.

"Your father will be right down, he has been anxious to see you".

Harry looked up towards the stairs where his mother was gesturing towards. He looked up and what he saw was not what he was expecting. Instead of the kindly, cheeky face of James Potter he saw the smiling face of Snape. Yes, smiling, not grimacing, but smiling.

Harry felt shocked. What was happening to him? Snape ran down the stairs, arms outstretched.

"Son! It's so good to see you it has been such a long time". Snape said happily.

Snape ran up to the shocked teenager and took him in a big strong embrace. Harry sat there stunned, but it was only going to get worse.

"My God, you have grown into quite a strong, good looking young man haven't you?" Snape said admiringly.

Then the worst thing that could have happened to Harry, he had seen his Godfather die, a friend die, so many awful things, but nothing could rival Severus Snape, the Severus Snape, the most hated teacher in history leaning forward and kissing Harry right on the forehead, like a father would do to a beloved child.

Harry woke up at that point in time. The image of Snape's lips coming towards him still burnt into his mind's eye. Sweating profusely, like he had just taken a bath and hadn't toweled himself dry. Hyperventilating, he sat up in bed, trying to make sense of what just happened, playing back what had happened in his head. Sheepishly he smiled to himself, thinking about his over reaction, Hermione was right, his vendetta against Snape was unhealthy, to the point where his uneasiness had turned out into outright fear, he really needed to talk to a psychiatrist. But who could blame him for being screwed mentally, he had grown up an orphan looked after by horrible people and he had one of the most evil people in the world after him, it was probably a good thing that Voldemort was now dead, he had less to fear.

Eventually Harry went back to sleep, the adrenaline that had been pumping through his story had finally quieted down and allowed him to drift off into a nightmare free deep sleep.

Later on he woke up. The sunlight streaming in through his window, all traces of last nights storm was gone. He rolled over back and forwards, he didn't want to get up but knew he should, it was probably ride to stay in bed till early afternoon. Getting dressed he walked out of his room and wandered on down to the dining room. He wandered in on Ava, sitting at the table reading the newspaper.

"Morning Ava, anything interesting in the paper?" Harry sung, happy to see her.

"Did you sleep well Harry? Not really, it's just the usual stuff, people whining about how they have to pay more tax, it's a muggle newspaper, and all they care about is their blasted mountain of money in the bank. Did you want some breakfast?" Ava asked.

"Yeah sure, I am starving, where is Snape?" Harry replied.

"Okay, I will go and whip you something up, pancakes sound okay? Master Snape has gone out for the day, he will not be back till later in the day, he has left a letter for you, I do not know what it is about." Pulling the letter out of her apron pocket she gave it to Harry.

Potter

I will not be here for the day, I have gone out to enjoy myself before I have to do my duty and deal with you. You may leave the manor at anytime; stay away for as long as you want, even overnight. You may go anywhere in the manor you wish, apart from locked rooms and my own. The library is free for you to use, do as you wish. Do nothing to annoy Ava or me and keep my house in one peace.

Snape.

YES! Harry thought to himself joyfully, there will be no Snape for a whole day; he was free to do as he wished. Just then a mountain of pancakes landed on his plate, drenched in maple syrup with some cream on top.

"Yum", he thought to himself and dug in. Ava was an awesome cook, these where the best pancakes he had ever had, they were just awesome! He managed to pack away about six pancakes before he felt full, that and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

As Ava cleared away his plates she asked him what he was planning on doing that day.

"I'm not sure, might go and have a look around the place and see what there is to do, then might go check out the library, see if I can find a good book to read while I am here."

She nodded and walked off. Thinking to herself how she could get the two difficult males together, it was going to be harder then she thought.

Harry walked out the door and stood on the step, looking where he should go for his walk. He wished he had a dog, it would be awesome to have someone to walk with, thinking of dogs, his heart lurched for Sirius, thinking how if he was alive there would be someone for him to stay with that cared about him, even better, there was no way that Sirius would ever allow Harry to be in Snape's house for the holidays.

With a sigh he walked out and down the path towards the fence. He walked out the fence and started to follow the path that lead to Snape's house. It was a really nice area; it was a forest area, with pine trees that were slowly yellowing and losing their leaves, there were mushrooms and other types of fungus around, it looked like something out of an Enid Blyton fantasy novel.

He walked around for what felt like hours. Snape's house was so isolated. There was nothing around; he hadn't seen another person at all or another house. It was like Snape lived in one of the most isolated areas in the world, it was just so empty. No wonder he was such a lonely man, there was not a soul with in a coo-ee of his home.

He turned around and started to walk back to the manor. He wondered where Snape was. Was he visiting friends in a nearby town? Could he actually have a girlfriend (or even a boyfriend) that he was visiting?

He thought about this as he arrived back at the house. He walked in; there was no one around, not even Ava to be seen. He saw something on the dining room table, he walked in there, and there was a note that said "Harry" in small, neat, cursive writing.

He bent down and picked up the note.

Dear Harry

I am not home at the moment but I have made your lunch and put it in the refrigerator, I hope you like what I have made for you, I will be back later on, enjoy yourself and keep safe and if you need anything, just call my name and I will be right there with you.

Sincerely Ava.

He smiled thinking about how sweet she was. He was hungry; despite the huge breakfast he had and went into the refrigerator, expecting a jam sandwich or something left in there for him. Instead he found a beautifully prepared Greek Salad with some beef in a mustard seed sauce.

He happily dug into it. He was so used to having the bare minimum amount of food for survival when he was at the Dursely's that to be eating outside of home with this amount of good food it was like he had died and gone to heaven.

He devoured the mountain of food within a second of it landing on his plate. He scraped his plate and put it into the sink. He then went for a walk around the manor. It took him about half an hour to find the library, he was looking for a room with a television actually but Snape had probably never even heard of one.

Only one word could describe the library, gigantic summed it all up. There were just books everywhere, books cases everywhere just laden with books. Harry looked up close at one bookshelf. It was covered with biographies of famous witches and wizards, on the one next to it were biographies on famous muggles.

He wandered around the library looking for something to read. He took down the occasional book that caught his eye but nothing was about anything he was interested in. He even looked at the classic section, the same classics that would be found in any normal muggle library, but he could find nothing that interested him completely, but he did think of coming back and picking up Dracula or Frankenstein.

He weaved his way through the bookshelves until he came to one at the back of the room. It was a smaller bookshelf, different to the rest of the others; it was almost hidden in a corner and was very dusty. Harry walked over to the small bookshelf and squatted down to look at the contents.

Realising that it was a bookshelf of photo albums he smiled and picked up one. He was curious about the life of Snape, maybe he would find out something about the teacher, who his friends and family were.

He opened up one and looked through it. It was full of pictures of what looked like a young Snape. Some were still shots, taken with a muggle camera and others moved, taken by magical methods.

They were all labeled, by a hand different to Snape's, with things like "Severus's First day at school" and things like that. That particular picture had a very annoyed Snape, about six years old dressed in a blue and white school uniform. He looked almost cute; who would have thought that sulky little boy would grow up to be the man that every single student at Hogwarts was scared of.

The one that caught Harry's eye surprised him. In the picture were three people, a boy, presumably Snape who was about ten or eleven years old, a woman with the same jet black hair that Snape had, but less greasy and more feminine and then there was a man. Harry gasped looking at him, there was no way that man was not Snape's father, he was about he same height, weight and had the same sulky, pouting face. This was a picture of Snape's family. In it the woman was smiling while holding the boys' hand, Severus was looking nervously up and smiling awkwardly and the man was looking at the with an annoyed expression on his face. It was labeled: "The Snape Family at the park".

He wondered what had happened to his parents, if they were still around or if they had died when Snape was a boy. It was the last family picture in the book, there was no other evidence to say that they were even alive.

He changed albums and picked up one that had "Forever Yours" inscribed on it. Curious he opened it up. It was a scrapbook of memories he could see. The girl in the picture looked familiar; the way they had been shot made it look she did not know that they were being taken. There were pictures of her on the swing, with another girl, eating an ice cream and playing in the snow.

Suddenly it clicked who she was; it was his mother Lily Potter. Shocked he put down the book, what was Snape doing with an album full of pictures of her? He picked it up again and kept turning the pages.

As he went further and further through the book his mother aged. There were some items as well in the scrapbook; there was a lock of red hair, a peace of blue china and some other weird random things.

The he came across an envelope; the caption under it said "How I wish I had given this to you". Opening up the envelope there was a letter inside, it wad old, very old. He folded it out and started to read.

To My Dear Lily

There is nothing in this world so divine

You, Lily Evans are so fine

When I look upon you from afar

You stand out, like a star

With your hair so full of red

I dream about you all the time in bed

Anything you want, I will give

As much as you want, while I live

This is honestly how I feel

No lies, all is real

Lily, you hold my heart

Without you, I would fall apart

Harry felt like vomiting, if Snape ever brought up how bad his potions where, he would bring up his poetry, what made the bad poetry even worse was that it was about his mum! But it all made sense, he had been wrong, Snape wasn't gay, he was in love with his mother.

But that was not even the end of it, there were more letters.

Dear Severus

I know you do not like James. I know you hate him more then anything in this world and I wish that were not so. If you would just put your differenced aside, there is a chance of a beautiful friendship between you both. Please, for me stop your little vendetta against him before it destroys you, there is no way you can win.

Your friend Lily.

"Well", Harry thought to himself, "that must have been a letter to Snape when mum and dad started dating, the two of them must have been friends or something like that".

Then came the last letter, this one was folded up and had water marks on it, someone must have read it in a small rain shower.

To Snape

I never want to here from you or see you again. You are nothing but a pig headed, arrogant, selfish person. You say you care about me, but how can that be? I asked you, I pleaded with you to be nicer to James, but you refuse. Then you did that horrible thing to James, you hurt both of us beyond repair, why did you look at the Dark Arts and you still hang around with those awful people? What is wrong with you seriously? Take this as the last communication you will ever receive from me, I never want to see you again

Lily.

Harry stared at the letter, she was angry all right his mum. What did Snape do to anger her so much? Then again, this letter made it perfectly clear why Snape hated him so much, his mother had rejected and told him to piss off, Snape still held contempt for the girl who broke his heart.

He expected there to be nothing else after that letter but there was still more. A graduation picture and a newspaper article.

He looked at the newspaper article, taken from the Daily Prophet. Once again it was water marked slightly.

Horrified he read the article. It was all about his parent's death; it documented what had happened, everything. Snape, the sadistic bastard had kept the last document of his mother's life, the end of it, a final "screw you".

He tossed the book down and started fuming, Snape had hated his mother so much that he had kept the last reminder of her existence, the article that explained her horrific death, what a bastard, what dick head what a….

Then something clicked in his mind. The water marks were not from the rain, they were tear stains, stained from Snape's pity flowing out of him like a river. He had never been angry at her, he had been hurt and furious at James, but not at Lily, even after the cruel things that had been said to him by her he still loved her.

As he placed the book down back in its place he stood up. Only to be confronted by a very furious man.

"What the hell do you thing you are doing?" yelled Snape.

Harry stood there with his mouth wide open, he was about to die.

A/N: There you have it, the next installment. I apologize profusely for my poetry, I know it's terrible so don't say in the review that you are, of course going to send. Once again a big thank you to all of you wonderful reviewers, hugs and kisses to you all and an even bigger thank you to Ranekaera (could you get a more difficult name?) for the great story idea! So review people and keep my inbox full. Till next time. Taryn.