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Chapter 16

**Truth Be Told**

It was Severus Snape.

Harry looked at the words in horror.  Snape had raped his mother?  He couldn't believe it.  No one could do that to their best friend.

But, thought Harry, Snape would have had to.  Voldemort would have known if he hadn't.

Harry shook his head, trying to get the horrible thought out of his head.  He flipped on through the diary.  Stopping on a page dated a week or two after the one about the Death Eaters he began to read.

James still hasn't returned.  I'm afraid of what I will have to tell him when he returns.  I'm afraid of what he'll think.

I can barely believe it myself.

I'm pregnant.

But my child is not James'.

They are the child of a Death Eater.

My friend, Severus Snape.

Harry gaped at the page in shock then through the book violently away from him with a yell.  It flew across the common room and landed perfectly in a chair.

Harry stared at the fire, the words echoing through his mind.  But my child is not James'.  They are the child of a Death Eater.  My friend, Severus Snape.

Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.  He couldn't believe it.  He wasn't the son of James Potter, star Quidditch player and one of the famed Marauder's.

He was the son of an ex-Death Eater, a spy, and the current Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Severus Snape was his real father.

Harry shook his head, trying to cling to the life he had known since he was eleven.  But it couldn't and it shattered, replaced with a broken past were his mother had been forced to carry a child that was not her husband's, but her friends.

Harry laid his head on his knees and cried silently.

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Hermione crept downstairs during the still hours of the morning.  No one else appeared to be up as she went down to the common room, Hogwarts, A History in one hand.  She didn't notice anyone was there until she heard a sniffle.

Blinking she saw Harry sitting by the fire, his knees drawn up to his chest.  She could see tears glittering in his eyes from the light of the fire.  He didn't look like he had slept.

"Harry?"

Harry didn't even look up at her.  He just kept staring at the fire.

Hermione walked over to him and knelt down beside him, placing on hand on his shoulder.  She could feel is trembling under her fingertips.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

There was a pregnant pause before Harry turned to look at her and whispered, "It's a lie.  It's all a lie."  With that he turned back to the fire.  But Hermione saw a tear trickle down his cheek.

She asked, "What's a lie?  Harry?  Harry?"

Harry only shook his head and stared into the fire.

Hermione looked at her friend, wondering what he was talking about and what had shaken him up so much.  Harry had always seemed stronger than most.

"Harry, what's wrong?  C'mon, you can tell me."

Harry shook his head and Hermione sighed.  She wasn't going to get anything out of Harry.  Moving over to a chair she sat down and opened her book.

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About a half hour later Ron came down the stairs and saw Harry sitting by the fire.  He looked at Hermione and asked, "How long has he been like that?"

Hermione looked up from her book and replied, "He was here when I came down.  I don't think he slept."

"Why?"

"He wouldn't say."

Ron blinked.  "What?"

Hermione shrugged and looked over at Harry, who was paying them no heed.  She looked back at Ron and said, "He wouldn't talk to me.  But he might talk to you."

"Herm . ."

"There's no harm in trying."

Ron sighed as Hermione turned back to her book, the discussion obviously closed.  He walked over to Harry and sat down beside him.  After a moment he asked, "So, what's up?"

Harry shrugged, not even looking at him.

"C'mon Harry you can tell me.  I'm your best friend."

Harry shook his head and Ron sighed, looking over at Hermione, who looked up at him.  He mouthed, 'No luck' then rose.  Immediately he spotted something in a chair across the room.  Walking over he picked it up and was about to open it when a cold voice hissed, "Put it down."

Ron turned to see Harry on his feet, glaring at him with smoldering green eyes.  Hermione cast a glance between the two of them as Ron walked over and handed Harry the book, which Harry grabbed quickly then turned and walked up to the boy's dorm without a word.

Ron looked at Hermione, who shrugged.  Neither of them had any idea what was going on with Harry.

A/N: As Severitus asked, the part involving the charms will be coming soon.  In either the next chapter or the one after that.  So keep your eyes open!