A/N you guys (and girls) are so lucky this is a really good chap!! Lots of
thing are reviled in this!!
Chapter Eight
Before Voldemort said anything six people fired stupefy on Voldemort and his goons. The Death Eaters fell to the ground, but Voldemort just looked shaken up a bit. Dumbledore took the moment to shout "Exprelimius." Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand and into Dumbledores'. The usual paleness of Voldemort face was replaced with an angry red. Steam almost was coming out of his ears. Voldemort pulled out his extra wand, but didn't fight. Learning from past experiences with potter nothing would happen, and he was out numbered seven to one. Seeing no chance of a real defeat he disapparated leaving his Death Eaters to take all the blame.
It wasn't a real victory for the light side Voldemort was still out there, but at least now they have some proof to show Fudge that Voldemort had risen again.
"Bundle up these four and take then to the infirmary. We can question then their."
McGonagall and Hooch put magical binds on them and brought them up tot eh castle. Once in the in the infirmary Dumbledore sat down the Death Eaters and tossed some floo powder in the fire.
"Minster of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." A head appeared in the flames. "Albus, what do you need?"
"I need you to come to Hogwarts immediately. I have with me four Death Eaters and I want you to be here when we question them."
"Very well Albus." The Minister stepped through the flames and into the room. He had a very irritated look on his face.
"Please follow me Minister," Albus said thinking 'if this doesn't convince him of Voldemort existence then nothing else will except when he come to kill him.' They reached the Death Eaters and the rest of the teachers. "We are going to administer Veterisium to them to get all of the truth. I know you have your doubts about Voldemort coming back, but this is proof of that."
"I will see for myself." Said Fudge still with an irritated look on his face.
Minerva had already fetched some Veterisium form Snapes desk. "Please give them the potion Minerva." The Headmaster told the Head of Gryffindor. She did as he asked and gave each one some of the truth potion. Their faces went slack and then their eyes glazed over.
"State your name." Dumbledore said with a cold voice.
"Peter Petrigrew," Death Eater number one. Peter was a short stout man who also goes by the name of Wormtail. "Jeff Nott," said the second DE. "Simon Avery," said the third, and the last finally spoke, "Marcus Flint."
*~*~*~*~*
Harry took the seat right across from Severus. The food appeared on the plates, and it seemed the house elves were very creative. There were star shaped pancakes with different designs put in them made out of blueberries. Somehow the glasses were filled so there were four different kinds of juice in four layers. The house elves made each simple breakfast item exotic, and that was really the only to put it.
Severus pulled himself away from examining his breakfast and just steeled for a cup of strong coffee. Harry on the other hand had placed a stack of pancakes, sausages, bacon, toast and eggs on his plate. Harry would've looked rather piggish if he wasn't so skinny.
Harry noticed the Potions Master looking at him strangely. "Do you always eat like this in the mornings?"
Severus wasn't really listening, but caught enough to answer, "No, the house elves like to 'over do' themselves when I have company, which isn't very often." Snape went back to drinking his coffee.
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence until Harry broke it. "Um, Professor Snape. last night you said you need to talk to me, and I was just wondering when?"
"Snape raised an eye brow, "Potter I do have something to tell you, and you will know when. Have you finished you homework yet?" Snape eyed Harry suspiciously.
"Erm, I finished everything, but my Potions essay."
"You better get to it then. I will come see how far you've gotten in an hour." Snape dismissed himself from the table and walked out. 'Good job Severus just put it off telling him even more.' He stalked off into his private rooms and plopped into the nearest chair. He pressed his long bony fingers to the to the bridge of his nose. 'Fuck this is going to be hard!'
Before Harry left the dining room he took a couple of doughnuts for 'energy food.' Harry felt good today nothing could ruin his day. Not today, even Snape woulnd't ruin it. He got to his room and got out all of his potions books, parchment, and a quill and ink. 'Maybe this essay won't be so hard.' Sitting in his desk Harry set out ot do the task at hand.
.Fifteen minuets later Harry already had a foot and a half written. At this rate he would be done in no time at all.
.Another fifteen minuets later Harry only had two feet written.
.Fifteen more minuets later Harry had three and a quarter written.
.Fifteen more minuets later Harry had only ten centimeters left. He was totally drained of all information about asphodel and wormwood. A sudden thought entered his mind he would just add one more thing. ~
This essay was written by ~ Harry Potter.
There now he had just enough parchment to qualify as a complete project. Snape should be coming to see if he was done soon hopefully he wouldn't want to read it now and make him change stuff.
Harry suddenly jumped in the spot he was standing in. Snape had just opened the door and made it creak. "Are you done yet Potter?"
"Yea just finished it."
"Very well, I think now is as good as any time to talk to you. Follow me."
They walked out into the hall and into the living room. Professor Snape motioned for Harry to sit, so he did. "Potter, things are always happening to everyone in the magical world, but you have been changing. You might have noticed these changed, for example you glasses are gone because you don't need them. Your skin colour is becoming lighter every day and you hair is growing about an inch every day. These are just the small things that I have noticed, but much more is going on." Snape paused and looked away. "Potter this is not easy way for me to tell you this, but you've got to know. The night Voldemort attacked Godricks Hollow only one of your parents died that night."
Harry was totally lost now; first Snape was talking about he features now his parents. "What do you mean only one of them died? I saw both James and Lily Potter come out of Voldemort's wand the night of the third task. Just last year I saw them both."
Severus took in a deep breath, "You're right both Lily and James Potter died, that is a fact, but only one of those two is your parent. Lily is your mother, but James isn't you father."
Harry was shocked what was he talking about? "What do you mean James isn't my father; I mean I look just like him everyone says so!"
"I must agree with you on that one because you did look like James, but that's was because of a spell. A spell that you put on you self when you were a baby; you, who hasn't ever know you father, but has been told who he is put that spell on yourself. It made you look like James. This spell is now starting to wear away, that's why your changing you're starting to look like you normally would have. Its time you found out who your real father is." Severus took a deep breath and looked Harry straight in the eye. This boy, his son was in such a mess. "Harry you are my son."
Harry's face flush with anger, confusion, hurt, he stood up. "What? NO, NOT YOU! HOW? IF THIS IS A JOKE IT ISN'T VERY FUNNY!!"
Snape lowered his eyes to the floor. "I assure you I'm not joking."
Harrys face even a deeper red, "BLOODY HELL!" He ran out of the room, up the hall, and into his room. 'What was he going to do?' Harry was angry. He needed to vent. Suddenly a bright green light came out of his eyes. He looked around the room, and everything the light touched was either torn up or it exploded. Lamp shards flew in every direction, the window glass shot out into the outside. Pillows were torn stuffing coming out. Chairs flew across the room making dents in the wall. Harry was outraged 'how could this all happen to me?' it probably didn't matter anyways Snape would never want to be Harry's dad; I mean he hated him, right?
Harry had calmed down a bit and had stopped ruining his room. He opened his trunk and found his invisibility cloak. Almost ripping it into shreds, but he stopped. It didn't matter whose it was before Dumbledore gave it him so it was his. Dumbledore! Did he know about this? Why didn't ha tell me before? God this was just pissing him off. Harry took out his firebolt and went to the window. Maybe he could just fly away and never come back. No one would really miss him. They might miss 'Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived,' but not the really Harry. No one really knows the real Harry not even Ron or Hermione. He got up on the window seal ledge, he was about to jump off when Snape cam into his room.
Harry was so startled that he fell out of the window. Snape made a mad dash for the window to catch him, but he was too late.
END
A/N Well that was just great! More in the next chapter, but don't worry Harry isn't going to die, I mean c'mon he's the main character. I'm not THAT evil ^_^ BJR Sidda
Chapter Eight
Before Voldemort said anything six people fired stupefy on Voldemort and his goons. The Death Eaters fell to the ground, but Voldemort just looked shaken up a bit. Dumbledore took the moment to shout "Exprelimius." Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand and into Dumbledores'. The usual paleness of Voldemort face was replaced with an angry red. Steam almost was coming out of his ears. Voldemort pulled out his extra wand, but didn't fight. Learning from past experiences with potter nothing would happen, and he was out numbered seven to one. Seeing no chance of a real defeat he disapparated leaving his Death Eaters to take all the blame.
It wasn't a real victory for the light side Voldemort was still out there, but at least now they have some proof to show Fudge that Voldemort had risen again.
"Bundle up these four and take then to the infirmary. We can question then their."
McGonagall and Hooch put magical binds on them and brought them up tot eh castle. Once in the in the infirmary Dumbledore sat down the Death Eaters and tossed some floo powder in the fire.
"Minster of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." A head appeared in the flames. "Albus, what do you need?"
"I need you to come to Hogwarts immediately. I have with me four Death Eaters and I want you to be here when we question them."
"Very well Albus." The Minister stepped through the flames and into the room. He had a very irritated look on his face.
"Please follow me Minister," Albus said thinking 'if this doesn't convince him of Voldemort existence then nothing else will except when he come to kill him.' They reached the Death Eaters and the rest of the teachers. "We are going to administer Veterisium to them to get all of the truth. I know you have your doubts about Voldemort coming back, but this is proof of that."
"I will see for myself." Said Fudge still with an irritated look on his face.
Minerva had already fetched some Veterisium form Snapes desk. "Please give them the potion Minerva." The Headmaster told the Head of Gryffindor. She did as he asked and gave each one some of the truth potion. Their faces went slack and then their eyes glazed over.
"State your name." Dumbledore said with a cold voice.
"Peter Petrigrew," Death Eater number one. Peter was a short stout man who also goes by the name of Wormtail. "Jeff Nott," said the second DE. "Simon Avery," said the third, and the last finally spoke, "Marcus Flint."
*~*~*~*~*
Harry took the seat right across from Severus. The food appeared on the plates, and it seemed the house elves were very creative. There were star shaped pancakes with different designs put in them made out of blueberries. Somehow the glasses were filled so there were four different kinds of juice in four layers. The house elves made each simple breakfast item exotic, and that was really the only to put it.
Severus pulled himself away from examining his breakfast and just steeled for a cup of strong coffee. Harry on the other hand had placed a stack of pancakes, sausages, bacon, toast and eggs on his plate. Harry would've looked rather piggish if he wasn't so skinny.
Harry noticed the Potions Master looking at him strangely. "Do you always eat like this in the mornings?"
Severus wasn't really listening, but caught enough to answer, "No, the house elves like to 'over do' themselves when I have company, which isn't very often." Snape went back to drinking his coffee.
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence until Harry broke it. "Um, Professor Snape. last night you said you need to talk to me, and I was just wondering when?"
"Snape raised an eye brow, "Potter I do have something to tell you, and you will know when. Have you finished you homework yet?" Snape eyed Harry suspiciously.
"Erm, I finished everything, but my Potions essay."
"You better get to it then. I will come see how far you've gotten in an hour." Snape dismissed himself from the table and walked out. 'Good job Severus just put it off telling him even more.' He stalked off into his private rooms and plopped into the nearest chair. He pressed his long bony fingers to the to the bridge of his nose. 'Fuck this is going to be hard!'
Before Harry left the dining room he took a couple of doughnuts for 'energy food.' Harry felt good today nothing could ruin his day. Not today, even Snape woulnd't ruin it. He got to his room and got out all of his potions books, parchment, and a quill and ink. 'Maybe this essay won't be so hard.' Sitting in his desk Harry set out ot do the task at hand.
.Fifteen minuets later Harry already had a foot and a half written. At this rate he would be done in no time at all.
.Another fifteen minuets later Harry only had two feet written.
.Fifteen more minuets later Harry had three and a quarter written.
.Fifteen more minuets later Harry had only ten centimeters left. He was totally drained of all information about asphodel and wormwood. A sudden thought entered his mind he would just add one more thing. ~
This essay was written by ~ Harry Potter.
There now he had just enough parchment to qualify as a complete project. Snape should be coming to see if he was done soon hopefully he wouldn't want to read it now and make him change stuff.
Harry suddenly jumped in the spot he was standing in. Snape had just opened the door and made it creak. "Are you done yet Potter?"
"Yea just finished it."
"Very well, I think now is as good as any time to talk to you. Follow me."
They walked out into the hall and into the living room. Professor Snape motioned for Harry to sit, so he did. "Potter, things are always happening to everyone in the magical world, but you have been changing. You might have noticed these changed, for example you glasses are gone because you don't need them. Your skin colour is becoming lighter every day and you hair is growing about an inch every day. These are just the small things that I have noticed, but much more is going on." Snape paused and looked away. "Potter this is not easy way for me to tell you this, but you've got to know. The night Voldemort attacked Godricks Hollow only one of your parents died that night."
Harry was totally lost now; first Snape was talking about he features now his parents. "What do you mean only one of them died? I saw both James and Lily Potter come out of Voldemort's wand the night of the third task. Just last year I saw them both."
Severus took in a deep breath, "You're right both Lily and James Potter died, that is a fact, but only one of those two is your parent. Lily is your mother, but James isn't you father."
Harry was shocked what was he talking about? "What do you mean James isn't my father; I mean I look just like him everyone says so!"
"I must agree with you on that one because you did look like James, but that's was because of a spell. A spell that you put on you self when you were a baby; you, who hasn't ever know you father, but has been told who he is put that spell on yourself. It made you look like James. This spell is now starting to wear away, that's why your changing you're starting to look like you normally would have. Its time you found out who your real father is." Severus took a deep breath and looked Harry straight in the eye. This boy, his son was in such a mess. "Harry you are my son."
Harry's face flush with anger, confusion, hurt, he stood up. "What? NO, NOT YOU! HOW? IF THIS IS A JOKE IT ISN'T VERY FUNNY!!"
Snape lowered his eyes to the floor. "I assure you I'm not joking."
Harrys face even a deeper red, "BLOODY HELL!" He ran out of the room, up the hall, and into his room. 'What was he going to do?' Harry was angry. He needed to vent. Suddenly a bright green light came out of his eyes. He looked around the room, and everything the light touched was either torn up or it exploded. Lamp shards flew in every direction, the window glass shot out into the outside. Pillows were torn stuffing coming out. Chairs flew across the room making dents in the wall. Harry was outraged 'how could this all happen to me?' it probably didn't matter anyways Snape would never want to be Harry's dad; I mean he hated him, right?
Harry had calmed down a bit and had stopped ruining his room. He opened his trunk and found his invisibility cloak. Almost ripping it into shreds, but he stopped. It didn't matter whose it was before Dumbledore gave it him so it was his. Dumbledore! Did he know about this? Why didn't ha tell me before? God this was just pissing him off. Harry took out his firebolt and went to the window. Maybe he could just fly away and never come back. No one would really miss him. They might miss 'Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived,' but not the really Harry. No one really knows the real Harry not even Ron or Hermione. He got up on the window seal ledge, he was about to jump off when Snape cam into his room.
Harry was so startled that he fell out of the window. Snape made a mad dash for the window to catch him, but he was too late.
END
A/N Well that was just great! More in the next chapter, but don't worry Harry isn't going to die, I mean c'mon he's the main character. I'm not THAT evil ^_^ BJR Sidda