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Here's another chapter for you all.

Chapter 14: Revelations

Snape sneered down at the boy who lay unconscious on the floor. He wanted nothing more than to leave the boy there. But, for some reason, he couldn't let him stay there until it suited him to wake back up. Gently, he lifted him up and carried him into the room where Harry was staying. He lay him down on the bed and pondered as to what had caused the boy to collapse. It was probably from lack of any food. Seeing nothing that he could do until Potter awoke, he left.

Snape made his way back to the kitchen and sat down at the table. He was mentally exhausted. He laid his face in his hands, and reflected over what the Potter boy had seen. Few people had ever known about Isabella. Dumbledore was the only person he had ever really spoken to about it. He felt as though he had really just seen her dying again, her blood on his hands as he held her there. If he hadn't of been so angry, he would have been near tears. He was not only mad at Potter for breaking into his mind, but at himself for not removing the memories into a Pensieve.

He sat there for a long time, his mind going over his times with Isabella. His thoughts were disrupted from a loud thud upstairs. He quickly made his way up to Potter's room, and opened the door. Potter was standing up near his bed, and had knocked a large book of his bedside table. He looked at Snape, then quickly averted his eyes. "Come down and eat if you feel like it," Snape invited, then turned and left.

Harry sat down back on his bed and thought it was better to just stay there for a little while and let the world stop spinning. Feeling that Snape's comment had been more of a command, he soon got up and went downstairs to where Snape was sitting at the table. Snape gave a wave of the wand, and a steaming plate of food appeared at the opposite end of the table. He motioned for Harry to sit there and eat without saying a single word.

Harry only poked around his plate at first, until he saw the glare that Snape was giving him and then slowly began eating. As he ate, Snape began to talk. "Do you know what you saw?"

"No sir," Harry said. "I got a basic idea though."

"You are to tell no one. Understood?"

"Yes sir. But, what exactly did I see?"

"It is none of your bloody business!" Snape snarled.

"I said I would tell no one. I mean it. You see my memories and question me all the time. Why not tell me?"

"Because it is not your place know!"

"Then I'm not going to eat!" Harry said suddenly, and dropped his fork.

"Yes you will. And what does it matter to me?"

"Until Professor Dumbledore gets back, you have to be my guardian. Meaning, if something goes wrong, it's your fault. So, tell me and I'll be a good little boy and eat."

Snape gritted his teeth and gave Harry a death-glare. Harry glared right back, the same old defiance in his eyes.

"I won't say a word to anyone. Promise. And besides, you do want me to eat, don't you?"

Snape looked at Harry, a dangerous look in his eyes. He said, very slowly, "I could make you eat anyway. It's not hard." He adjusted himself in his chair. "What exactly do you want to know?"

Harry couldn't believe what he just heard. "Who was she? What happened to her?"

"She was named Isabella, and she was my wife. We were married for almost a year when the Dark Lord killed her. She was one of the few people who had ever cared for me and showed me love, and she was killed. So, to get revenge, I joined Dumbledore, and became a spy for him."

"Oh."

"Is that all?"

"Why haven't you let anyone know about her or what happened?"

"It would ruin my image now, wouldn't it?" Snape asked with a cold glare in his eyes. "Besides, in order to make the Dark Lord really think I was on his side, I had to act like I believed in what he was doing, and that my wife was in the way of his plan. I didn't really think he was gone anyway, but it would have been too hard to mention what had happened to anyone at first, and now no one would care to know that anyway."

"They would find it interesting, though."

Snape sneered again, although this time it was almost half-hearted. "More than likely."

"So the whole reason you became a spy was because of her?"

"Yes. She was avidly against the Dark Lord, and he knew it. So he personally decided to take care of her. He went to our home late one afternoon, while I was out, and killed her. I returned home, and she was still alive, but barely. I held her in my arms as she died. After that, I went to Dumbledore, and told him that I would become I spy. In order to do that, I had to convince the Dark Lord that I believed differently from how my wife had. He bought it. It wasn't easy, but eventually, he welcomed me into his ranks. And so, I became a spy."

Harry began to put the food from his plate into his mouth, and ate, keeping his part of the deal. Snape left the room and went upstairs. He didn't cry upon reaching his bedroom, but instead, closed himself in his own mental reverie.

A/n: So, what do you think? If you want to read a very dramatic song-fic about Isabella, read my story "I Believe." Please R/r.