I got so many reviews again, and so I've to thank you guys so much, it's great to read that you like my work *blush*.

I got a very interesting review from c[R]du[E]dly (special thanks to you).

He or she told me that the letter was too straight to the point, and I think that's absolutely true, that's why it sounded so odd.

I wondered all the time why I didn't like the beginning of the last chapter, but I didn't know why.

Please tell me what you don't like in the story or where I made mistakes, no matter if I used the Vocabulary wrong, mixed the tenses up or simply wrote a lot of rubbish ^_^;, so I can correct it or just do better next time.

(It would be very nice if you explained me why something it's not too good.)

Thanks.

@ ckat44 : I can say there won't be slash like SS/HP or SS/JP...perhaps I'll make two other characters fell in love with each other, but neither Harry nor Snape will be involved and it won't be important for the story.

Okay, let's start then.

Chapter 5 : Avada Kedavra!

Harry just sat there, neither thinking nor doing any other thing, just staring at the person with the greasy black hair: Snape.

(Note: Yeah, it's just him, I'm sorry ^_^"".)

The expression on his face was softer then usual.

Snape had said that he had betrayed his father one week ago.

Was he about to betray him, Harry, too?

Harry's heart beat faster at this thought.

'But Snape was obviously sorry!', Harry thought,

'Or was that just a trick?'

Harry had often suspected Snape to be a supporter of Voldemort, Harry had had so much clues to this in the past, but in the end, Snape had ever been innocent.

But this time Harry had more clues then ever, his dream hadn't been ordinary, it had been real in an odd way...

Harry was thinking hard, when suddenly Madame Pomfrey interrupted him.

"Oh, you're awake, Harry."

As he had been here so often in the past, Madame Pomfrey had started to call him 'Harry' instead of 'Mr Potter'.

"Yes, I am."

"What, for heaven's sake, did happen to you this time?"

"Dunno...suddenly I got a terribly headache.", Harry avoided the word 'scar' on purpose, "And then everything went dark."

"Oh yeah, I think I should know this story by now.", said Madame Pomfrey with a little grin and rolled her eyes.

Harry smiled back weakly.

"By the way, I haven't seen Snape in such a state for years.", she added quickly.

"Last time you were in your third year, I think, he came running into the hospital wing as if he was about to miss a train or so.", she shook her head slightly, "He said some strange things about you, freeing Sirius Black and some other rubbish. But this time he was in another state, he looked almost...worried. I didn't know he had something similar to a heart."

Madame Pomfrey grinned again, then continued, "He stayed awake the whole night, sitting next to your bed, I think he fell asleep just about 40 minutes ago."

'If he is about to murder me, then he's a very good actor, too.', Harry thought while he was looking at the Potions professor again.

"May I go?", he asked Madame Pomfrey then.

"As I know it would be useless to say you must stay..."

"Thank you."

Harry got dressed and left the hospital wing.

He was curious to see if he had a letter from Lupin and he was also hungry, so he decided to go to the Great Hall and to have some breakfast.

As Harry entered, he saw that it was full of students, he sat down next to Ron, who had breakfast too.

"Morning Harry, where have you been this night?"

"I had detention.", Harry lied.

He didn't want to tell Ron what had really happened, as he knew what Ron's opinion would be.

"Look, you've got a letter."

"Oh yeah."

Harry opened the envelope and read:

Dear Harry,

I'm afraid to tell you that I can't help you with this too much.

I know I was a marauder, too, but I didn't understand their relation either.

Most time, they looked at each other with the deepest disgust, but sometimes it wasn't disgust...it looked like sadness or understatement.

You can't believe how annoyed Sirius was when James wasn't in the mood to play a prank on Snivellus, we called him like this, as you might remember, or even talked to him.

Sometimes Sirius didn't talk to your father for more then a whole week.

Well, until James took out his wand and hanged Snape up on the Astronomy Tower or did stuff like this.

Your father and your teacher were quite similar to each other in some ways.

The two of them could have quite a short temper, they were brave, they couldn't work in teams if they weren't he leaders, each one pretended to hate the other...or did it actually, I don't really know and they liked to be mighty.

The only great difference of them were their decisions...

James became the good and Severus the bad guy, and, since that day, they avoided each other.

What else could they do?

One was an Auror and the other a Death Eater.

They couldn't meet for tea or anything, they became enemies.

But, and that's the last thing I can tell you about this, your dad still trusted Snape, though he know he was a Death Eater, and he told him about his secret, about the thing I, and even Dumbledore, learned of only a few years ago, about who was you parents' secretkeeper.

Yeah, Snape knew.

I don't know if he would have betrayed them if Peter hadn't done it.

And I don't know if he will betray you and with you all the members of the Order one day.

We can only hope he won't...

Please tell me when you need our help, Harry, you know you're not alone on this world, even with Sirius gone.

Remus

Harry studied this letter over and over again the next days, until he had Potions again at last.

He hadn't talked to Snape the last few days.

But today he had to face him, he only hoped his scar wouldn't start to burn again.

Harry sat on his table when Snape entered the dungeon, he stared at him, testing wheter Snape's looks would make his scar aching again or not.

But he didn't received looks in return, even if Snape had stopped ignoring him.

Even if Snape stood in front of his table an said how nasty his potion was, he seemed to avoid Harry's eye carefully.

So did he for the rest of the lesson.

'You wanted an evidence for Snape still being a Death Eater? Well, there you are...'

But at the end of the lesson, when all the other students left, Snape stopped him at the door.

"Wait Mr Potter. I want a word."

Harry got nervous, they were alone, he clenched his fingers around his wand.

As they got back to the teacher's desk, Snape suddenly turned around and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Legi-"

But Harry was faster.

"EXPELLIARMUS!!", he yelled.

Snape wand flew out of his hand.

"Ha- Harry, I...I wanted-"

"You wanted to murder me, I know."

"No, I didn't, please believe me!"

"Liar. I felt the pain in my scar, I heard you saying you would've betrayed my father, I saw you talking to Voldemort..."

"But-"

"But the worst thing is, I saw you sitting next to my bed, Madame Pomfey told me you were worried. For one second, I just thought that was exactly the place where my father or Sirius would've sat..."

tears started running down Harry's face.

"I didn't do anything! Harry! I just wanted to see whether you would be able to protect your mind if you weren't warned. Don't do anything stupid!"

"I won't believe in this rubbish again, I heard a similar story from Peter, I let him live...and that was one of the greatest mistakes of my live. I won't be so stupid ever again."

The expression on Snape's face changed, it had been shocked at the things that happened, now it was just...sad.

"Harry...", he whispered.

"You'd have murdered my parents, too...", Harry lifted his wand, it was pointing directly at Snape's heart now, "Avada Kedavra."