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A Summer With Snape-chapter 2
Author's note: Ha, ha! I made up those middle names, kay? Here's chapter 2. And I realize I didn't write an author's note in chapter 1, did I? Maybe I will be writing a totally new story sooner. Go ahead and read, review and you can even flame me, but do not sue me, you will probably get nothing. Ugh, and I forget to put disclaimer in the last chapter, so, you all know it right. I'm not going to repeat it.
A week from the day Harry arrived at Severus's house...
Harry shrieked as Eric hit him with another blinding-spell, making it impossible to see. He is busy with Defense Lessons from Eric now, who, unfortunately is the DADA professor and later, Potions from Severus. Due to the fact Harry is always fondling with trouble, Eric took all the problem to teach Harry extra defense lessons. And thanks to Professor Dumbledore who got them a pardon for using magic from the ministry.
In his current state, Harry might not be able to aim correctly at Eric, but in his anger, he shot an illegal Dark Spell at him. [Explanation Later] Eric, for his part, never guessing what is happening, didn't duck in time and watch in horror as his hand twisted and mangled, but there was no pain.
"Harry, stop that!" Snape yelled as he walked, no, tripped down the stairs in a hurry. Instead of the greasy-haired Potions Master, he was clean, neat and tidy. His greasy hair, whom everyone thought it was never washed, was neatly trimmed and grease-free, a courtesy of Eric, who liked cleanliness.
"Yes, professor," Harry smirked, as he deleted the spell with a wave. True, no one realize that Harry actually improved a lot, that usually happens when you get an extremely annoying Potions Master and a DADA professor forcing you to study day and night.
"Thanks, Uncle Servie, and no thanks, Harry Thomas Raylord Riddle James Potter!" taunted Eric, jumping clean out of Harry's way of aim. In their lessons, both of them always concocted trouble in the house, Severus mused. It's a wonder the house isn't ash already.
"Harry, stop using Dark Spells and concentrate on simple ones!" Eric nearly shouted as the lesson continued. Harry grinned quite playfully as both of them start throwing hexes around each other. Once or twice, both of them broke into laughter.
Severus smiled, watching them, it's like watching James again, only, this is much more tamer than the older James, but much more courageous and powerful than James. Eric, for his part, looked nothing like the Snape family. It was a wonder how both of them were related, since Eric acted like a marauder so much, maybe there was a mix-up.
Flashback on:...
"What, Uncle Servie, you can't cook? After you handled cauldrons and potions for so long, you are telling me you can't cook?" Eric was really about to hit the roof when he heard it.
"Umm, yes?" answer Severus, almost suprised at his nephew's reaction. Harry was of no help, he was rolling on floor, laughing his head off. Finally, they set a deal, Severus was to teach Harry how to handle potions, antidote and Dark Spells while Eric about Defense, Charms and every other subject that Severus can't cover.
Flashback off:...
Since then, Harry had been learning, growing stronger and stronger. Beside, it was a miracle that Voldemort made no attemp, but Severus was glad about it. Not that it showed a good sign, but Severus was happy there was no killing and all, but all the serene and peacefulness has also brought and alertness in everybody. It was like, Voldemort never came back...
It wasn't until later that night, when both Harry and Severus were asleep, Eric creeped downstairs and lit the fireplace with a simple gesture. Sure enough, Lucius's head poked through in a second.
"Is it ready, Lucius?" asked Eric, softly as not to awake the other house occupants, but his voice still sounded cruel and sinister.
"Yes, master. The Choker is here," Lucius murmered, handing a black, velvet box to Eric. Eric smirked wickedly and bloke the connection between them. Opening the box, he examined the silven and emerald choker within the folds of black silks.
Staring at it for some time, Eric smiled, allowing himself to turn into Lord Voldemort for a few seconds. Even Dumbledore will never guess it's me, under the name Eric Karl Phillip Lieberhaven Snape, a boy who died not long ago. Yes, Lord Voldemort will be the winner in the end, and no one will stop him.
The clock chimed twelve, and Lord Voldemort turned, gently whispering, "Happy Birthday, my dear Harry...may your dreams be sweet tonight..."
To be continued...
Authur's note: What do you think? I tried my best. I think many of you readers never guessed that Eric is also Lord Voldemort, and one hint, the choker can control anyone wearing it, it's invisble to all eyes except the wearer and of course, Lord Voldemort. Review please. And, please tell me if I made any mistake.