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Disclaimer: The characters and world of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. The idea is Severitus' and whatever remains is, I suppose, mine.
Changes-Chapter 1
In one of the boy's dormitories down in the dungeons where the Slytherin resided, Draco Malfoy was pondering over the issue of going to sleep. The other boys were already fast asleep, but the date kept Draco awake. It was the 13th.
Ever since he had started Divination, which to his great dismay was taught by Sybill Trelawney, he had noticed that, in the teacher's own words, 'had a knack' for it. As a greater surprise came the fact that ever since his 13th birthday (which happened to be on 13th November) he had 'dreams' every month, on the 13th. Sometimes about his family, sometimes of persons he didn't even know, sometimes of things that would happen tomorrow, sometimes of things that were years way. Draco hadn't told anyone about them, at first because he thought it was a spell used by Potter&co and feared being ridiculed, and after that... because the so-called dreams had come true.
Draco looked warily at his bed, then shrugged and climbed in to sleep. After all, he was a Slytherin, and a Malfoy, he wasn't scared or even impressed by foreshadowing the future...Right?
~ ~ ~
His eyes slowly opened to the static picture of Dumbledore's office, just as he knew it. The phoenix Fawkes was also watching the scene with its head tilted on one side. He easily recognized the two people there: the Headmaster, sitting at his desk, with a paper of some sort in his hands and Professor Snape, standing tall before him.
For a second, the image was frozen, for him to be able to take it all in, then the characters resumed their activities. Dumbledore put the paper on his desk and took off his glasses, looking expectantly at the man before him; Snape sneered, staring straight into the Headmaster's eyes. "That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life."
"Severus, I know this comes as a shock to you, but I'm afraid the evidence is indisputable. You'll need time to absorb all this, but there is no doubt about-"
"Albus." Snape's black eyes had even blacker lightnings in them. "Harry Potter is not my son."
The scene froze again before his shocked eyes and in the next moment he stood up in his bed, breathing irregularly, looking in front of him at something no one could see.
"It couldn't be...," he whispered in amazement, knowing perfectly well that is was, indeed, possible.
End Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: The characters and world of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. The idea is Severitus' and whatever remains is, I suppose, mine.
Changes-Chapter 1
In one of the boy's dormitories down in the dungeons where the Slytherin resided, Draco Malfoy was pondering over the issue of going to sleep. The other boys were already fast asleep, but the date kept Draco awake. It was the 13th.
Ever since he had started Divination, which to his great dismay was taught by Sybill Trelawney, he had noticed that, in the teacher's own words, 'had a knack' for it. As a greater surprise came the fact that ever since his 13th birthday (which happened to be on 13th November) he had 'dreams' every month, on the 13th. Sometimes about his family, sometimes of persons he didn't even know, sometimes of things that would happen tomorrow, sometimes of things that were years way. Draco hadn't told anyone about them, at first because he thought it was a spell used by Potter&co and feared being ridiculed, and after that... because the so-called dreams had come true.
Draco looked warily at his bed, then shrugged and climbed in to sleep. After all, he was a Slytherin, and a Malfoy, he wasn't scared or even impressed by foreshadowing the future...Right?
~ ~ ~
His eyes slowly opened to the static picture of Dumbledore's office, just as he knew it. The phoenix Fawkes was also watching the scene with its head tilted on one side. He easily recognized the two people there: the Headmaster, sitting at his desk, with a paper of some sort in his hands and Professor Snape, standing tall before him.
For a second, the image was frozen, for him to be able to take it all in, then the characters resumed their activities. Dumbledore put the paper on his desk and took off his glasses, looking expectantly at the man before him; Snape sneered, staring straight into the Headmaster's eyes. "That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life."
"Severus, I know this comes as a shock to you, but I'm afraid the evidence is indisputable. You'll need time to absorb all this, but there is no doubt about-"
"Albus." Snape's black eyes had even blacker lightnings in them. "Harry Potter is not my son."
The scene froze again before his shocked eyes and in the next moment he stood up in his bed, breathing irregularly, looking in front of him at something no one could see.
"It couldn't be...," he whispered in amazement, knowing perfectly well that is was, indeed, possible.
End Chapter 1
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