Yeah, that update was fast, I guess.

As some people really seem to like it (Thank you, thank you, thank you :), I went on with it. Hope you enjoy the second chapter.

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Chapter 2 : Snape's secret

Harry didn't neither know how long he sat there, his back leaning against a cold, hard wall, nor were he was.

The corridor was deserted, he hadn't seen anyone for what seemed to be hours.

Harry realised that he had stopped crying, though he hadn't realised it yet.

Now he was staring into the air, he wanted to sit here for the rest of his life, thinking...thinking about everything that had happened in the past few month.

All of sudden, there was a little flash of light, it vanished the moment Harry had noticed it.

He muttered "Nox", his voice still shaking slightly.

He heard footsteps coming down the corridor and got up immediately, pressing his body against the wall.

He didn't want to be seen, not no, not as is face felt still hot of the tears that had been running down it for quite a long time.

But as it was now so dark that Harry couldn't even see his hand, the other person wouldn't be able to see him.

Harry wanted to go, but a voice inside him said "Stay!", Harry became curios.

For a short, lucky moment, he even forgot why he had come here, all the questions vanished.

Then he heard the person sinking down the wall, just a few metres away.

He groped his way along the wall, until he reached a corner where he could hid himself.

Just a few seconds later, the person muttered "Lumos".

Dark eyes and a prominent nose were illuminated by the spell.

The person took something out of her pocket and started to mutter under her breath.

Harry recognised her immediately.

But what was that person doing in a deserted corridor?

He tried to hear what the person, no, what Snape was saying.

"Your son is crying his eyes of, you stupid idiot. How could you trust Peter? And how could you trust me? I was about to about to betray you, too, Peter was just a little bit faster...

Harry is a short-tempered, stupid, annoying and crying git, no wait, I was the git, anyway, he's just like you were, involved in every mischief that is being done here, now that the Weasley twins left.

Breaking rules seems to be his hobby, but I really doubt that he would have got calmer if he had ever met you.

But at least, he is a hero...in his imagination, but he is one, he has never done anything to people, or let's say, he has never done something of what he had done at will.

You would've been really proud of your son, so am I, though I think of all pupils I've ever taught, he's the most annoying one.

Glad that I've never taught you, mate.

I know that I shouldn't be so unfair to Harry all the time, he hasn't done anything, and I really own him many explanations, but somehow, I can't tell him all this.

Every time I look at him, I don't see Harry, but you:

Your untidy hair, your skinny arms and legs, and the damn expression that you've had on your face when you looked at me.

Just his eyes are different, the endless deep eyes in which Lily lives on.

Sometimes I really tried to talk to him, but then, when I start to see you again, the person I own my life...and also the person I almost betrayed, I can not say the things I wanted to say, just something like '5 Points from Gryffindor!' or 'Detention!' instead.

Believe me, I do feel guilty for torturing Harry all the time! And I also feel guilty for not telling him the truth! And I feel really guilty for my weakness...

But I really think I have successfully made him hating me, I hope he'll hate me so much, that he'll hit me hard in my ugly face with the same, prominent nose you've hated so much once, then I can pay back all the things I would have almost done to you.

I hope he never discovers my secret, the most ugly git in his little world talking to a photograph of his father, damn, that's really childish, I ought to stop with it...

I better gonna go now, I've got Potions with some stupid first years next."

Snape took the photo and ripped it up, letting the pieces fall of it onto the cold floor.

Without anymore words, and, fortunately, without noticing Harry, he left the corridor.

Harry stood there in total darkness again.

All alone.

But with even more thoughts left.

What had that been all about?

What rubbish had Snape been talking about?

Though he haven't been running or anything like that, he had really problems with catching his breath.

He was trembling with excitement.

Then he muttered "Lumos" again and went to the place where the pieces of the photograph were now lying on the floor.

Harry had guessed right, on the photograph, there stood his father, he seemed to be just a little elder than Harry was now, perhaps he had been in his last year when the photo had been taken, and next to him, there was Snape, not in his underwear or being humbled otherwise, but smiling, just as his father...