Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry, Hedwig, Severus (as much as I love him), and everyone else, all belong to JKR and whoever else is in the long list of Harry Potter owners. Tidmag owns the basic plot as he/she (which?) gave me the idea for this story. Also, this is another answer for Severitus' challenge. This story has no relation to my other story written partly in answer to Severitus' challenge because there is no Saerry (except for yours truly). I also do not own Heart or their lyrics.
Summary: Fifth year and Harry finds himself changing. But are they for better or for worse? And what secret lurks behind these changes? A secret only Remus Lupin seems to know.
These Dreams-Saerry Snape-
* Nobody Home *
~*~
Don't run too fast
Like a shot from a gun
Don't jump too high
And knock out the sun
Don't stray too far
Out on your own
When you finally come knocking
When you finally come knocking
There'll be nobody home
Nobody home
~*~
Harry's POV
This had to be a joke. It just had to be.
The potion was wrong. Malfoy did something to it. I know he did!
But what?
Oh God, what if its not wrong?
Oh God . . .
"Potter?"
I looked up at Professor Snape, who was looking at me with what looked like worry in his dark eyes.
"Yes, professor?"
My voice sounded hollow. Dear God, this couldn't be true. It couldn't!
"Did you do something to the potion, Potter?"
Me? He suspects I did something to the potion? I didn't even touch the damn thing except when he told me to! Damn him.
"No, sir."
"Don't lie to me, Potter."
My eyes flashed angrily.
"I'm not."
"Potter . . ."
"I'M NOT LYING!"
Snape sneered and I scowled furiously at him. He blinked at me for a moment then spat, "Get out."
I blinked now. First he wants me to stay, now he wants me gone? Working for Voldemort must've done something to his mind. Or maybe it was staying in these musty dungeons.
"GET THE HELL OUT, POTTER!"
I blinked then turned and fled, the paper clutched in my fist. The door to the Potions room slammed shut behind me and I looked back at it. Uncrumpling the sheet of paper, I read it again before slumping against the cold dungeon wall.
It just couldn't be true.
Could it?
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Snape's POV
Damn that boy. Damn him, damn him, damn him. He has tried my patience far too many times and now he does this. How the hell did he know Lily and I were married? How?
And how did he manipulate the potion? He wouldn't know how.
Or perhaps there was another explanation . . .
No. It couldn't be. Never, never, never.
I picked up something from my desk and hurled it at the far wall in a bout of blind anger. Whatever it was shattered and brought my attention back from its state of brooding.
I looked down at the shattered remains of what had been a crystal serpent. Lily had given it to me for my birthday. It was the first birthday present I had ever received. My family was never one for gifts.
Tears pricked at my eyes at the thought of Lily but I forced then down. I had not spent fifteen years keeping my feeling hidden for nothing. But then again, I never could hide my feelings for Lily.
The tears flowed freely as I pointed my wand at the fragments of glass and muttered, "Reparo." The crystalline serpent reformed and I sat it on my desk again. A spatter of warm liquid dripped on my hand and I brushed it away.
I would shed tears.
But I would not cry.
Damn that boy. He brings far too many memories. Lily, that bastard James, that equally annoying bastard Black, and, of course, Lupin. Lupin, who was the only one who knew that Lily and I had ever been married besides Albus.
Damn that werewolf.
Damn everything.
I sneered and locked the door to my class, placing a note outside saying all classes were canceled. Then I retreated to my rooms to brood in peace.
As I sat down by the merrily burning fire a thought crossed my mind.
What if the potion was right?
What if Potter was – is – my son?
Lily's and mine. Not that bastard, James, but mine and Lily's.
Lily was pregnant then. I knew that. She told me. But she never told me who the father was. I've suspected James all these years. After all, we were forced to keep up that damned charade for Voldemort.
But what if I've been wrong?
What if I've been treating that boy, my son, like a god damned bastard for nothing?
I sank my head into my hands and closed my eyes.
Merlin, what have I done?
~*~
Don't pull too hard
Like a kite in the wind
You'll break your string
When I reel you in
Don't take off flying
All on your own
When you finally come knocking
When you finally come knocking
There'll be nobody home
Nobody home
~*~
A/N: I think the POV's turned out quite well. What do you guys think?