A Summer With Snape.htm
A Summer With Snape
Harry Potter was resting in his room when the doorbell rang, which, unfortunately for Dudley, who opened the door, found himself face to face with none other than Severus Snape, one of the meaniest and nastiest professor at Hogwarts. A piercing scream before a strange silence that rendered into the air assured Harry that Professor Snape must have used some silencing spell on Dudley. Thanks god that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia is out shopping.
"Harry Potter! Get yourself down here with your things!" Severus yelled. Grumbling and cursing slightly, for Severus must be here on Professor Dumbledore's order, he trotted downstairs, heaving his trunk with one hand and carrying Hedwig's cage in the other. Luckily for Harry, Severus graciously took Harry trunk.
A very long and bumpy drive later, Severus could drive, Harry noted with suprise, they reached a large dark, gloomy mansion which Severus claimed was his family's heritage. Professor Dumbledore was waiting for them in the mansion, and he made sure that Harry was quite comfortable in his room before he apparated away, leaving the two enemies to glare at each other.
Professor Snape hated Harry's father, James Potter, but owed him a life debt. He was pretty mean to Harry, on certain occasions he took points from Gryfinddor at the smallest offence from every students except the Slytherins, which he was their Head of House.
Now, Harry's room was murky dark green, with a pure silver four-poster and Slytherin green coverlets odoring it's soft mattresses. Most of the furnitures in the room was made of wood, it's wardrobes full of clothes and it's shelves stalked high with books. Harry gulped.
'Ding! Dong!' the doorbell rang again. Both Harry and Severus went down to open the door but they found a very handsome and young man sitting in the living room.
"Hello, Uncle Severus! How do you do? Oh, you must be Uncle Severus's son, eh? I am Eric Karl Phillip Lieberhaven Snape. Unfortunately, Uncle Severus never mentioned you, so, what's your name, cousin?" greeted the young man. Both Harry and Severus sputtered, unable to speak. When they finally did, they yelled together, 'I'm not his son!' and 'I'm not his father!' echoed at the same time.
"Umm, impossible. You looked so much like Uncle Servie here when he was younger. How can you not be his son?" taunted Eric Karl Phillip Lieberhaven Snape or just, Eric.
"First, my name is Harry Potter, and I am a student from Hogwarts. Second, I am not related to Professor Snape and I am just a student of his, which Professor Dumbledore requested to umm, keep me here!" Harry explained quickly.
"You're Harry Thomas Raylord Riddle James Potter?" asked Eric, gawking.
"Umm, I don't have those horrid middle names!" Harry yelled.
"They are true. You really have them. Now I remember. Harry is after an ancestor of your mother's. Thomas and Riddle as in a certain unidentified Tom Marvolo Riddle. Raylord represents the Lord of Ray, James for your father and umm, Potter is your surname.
"Oh my gosh! How can they?" Harry shrieked. "Luckily nobody knows that Tom Marvolo Riddle is Voldemort or I will be teased to death. And, Lord of Ray, it's horrid! Thought I don't mind a plain Harry James Potter. But, Harry Thomas Raylord Riddle James Potter! I mind!"
"But I gave that name, Harry," laughed Professor Dumbledore.
To be continued...