A.N: Okay, before I get started, I wanted to answer some comments/questions that I
recieved about the last chapter. Okay, there are just a few, but I am asking if everyone will read
them. You never know, I could answer one of the questions that have been buzzing around in your
head. Okay, here they are -
() You think I should delete my last two chapters just because Harry looks like James?!
Ha Ha Ha Ha....sorry, but I found that a bit funny. Okay, yeah, I know that Harry looks like James,
but he won't for long! Harry will slowly begin to change into a Snape soon enough, and when
he does I will reveal why he hasn't before now. No, it won't be another one of those Glamourie
spells. I'm a bit more original than that. Well, a bit.....
(Moselle) Thank you for the Constructive Critisism. I know that Severitus's Challenge
has been done a lot, but I absolutely love it and couldn't resist. I'm sorry that you didn't like the
way Severus acted, but I'm afraid I'm doing the best that I can.
(Candy) I'm glad that you like the "Secret Finder". I actually did not plan on writing
about that, it was just a spontanious idea. I seem to have a lot of those...Harry's mark wasn't
planned, and neither was Hermione sitting outside of the Hospital Wing. As for your question
on Harry's mother, I will keep Lily Evans as Harry's true mother. I'm not going *that* far off the
original story plot! :)
Okay, I'm done rambling, and I hope that I answered a few questions. If you ever have
a question, don't be afraid to ask. I will most likely be answering more questions in the next
update. PLEASE REVIEW!
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The first thing that Harry knew when he awoke next was how extremely drained he felt.
He had expected to fell a little more awake after he had slept. He guessed that the emotional
strain he had this morning had something to do with it. The next thing that Harry realized was
that someone was gently shaking his arm, wich caused him instant discomfort. He moaned
and tried to roll away from the person who was shaking him, causing pain to ereupt in him.
He moaned agian, and found himself whimpering and biting his bottom lip.
The hand left his arm, much to Harry's relief. He layed for a minute, waiting for the pain
to stop. He heard nervous movement next to him. He knew who it was. The only person that
knew he was awake.
Professor Snape.
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. The room was very
dark, and quite a shock to Harry who had woken up during the day. He had slept that long?
He blinked a few times to clear the clouds he saw, and turned his head to Snape.
Severus Snape was standing next to the bed, in the same robes he had always seen him
in. Pitch black robes, very long to cover his tall figure, and a black cape in the back. Somethings
just never change, Harry thought to himself. Snape was looking down at him, his hands behind
his back. His arms shook a little, and Harry figured he was ringing his hands. His face looked
calm, but his eyes said something completely different.
He was nervous. *Very* nervous.
"Hello, Professor." Harry said, and was a little surprised to hear that his voice was a little
better than before, but sounded nervous. Was he nervous too? Of course I'm nervous, he thought,
he might know who my father is!
"Harry," he said, and he began to play with the sides of his cloak. "Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little, it hurt more when I tried to turn away." Harry responded, smiling a little. Snape
looked shaken.
"Oh, I'm sor -" He was going to apalogise, when Harry laughed.
"Don't worry about it, " he laughed. Then he stopped. Why, he thought, am I brushing off
Snape's apology? I might never hear it again! But Harry didn't really feel that way. He knew some-
thing was different about Snape, he could almost feel the it. But what? Why had Snape changed
the way he acted torwards Harry? Surely it couldn't be that he had defeated Voldemort.
"So...Professor...not trying to be rude or anything...but could we get down to business?"
Harry asked, begining to feel impatiant. Snape paled, but nodded his head all the same.
"Yes. Lily told you that your father was not James Potter, but someone else, someone
who is alive." He said. It was not a question but a statement. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Do you know who it is?" Harry said, and slowly sat up, wincing slightly. Snape made
a sudden movement, and for a second it looked like he was going to help Harry sit up. Harry
looked back at him, and Snape continued to grip the sides of his robes.
"Do you?" Harry asked for the second time, getting the urge to yell. Snape hung his head.
"Yes," he mumbled. "Yes, I know who your father is." Harry felt his stomache churn in
anticipation.
"Who is it?!"
"Harry," Snape said, still looking down at the floor. "Harry, I am so, so sorry."
Harry frowned. Why was he sorry? Who was his father?
"Why," Harry said, and found his voice shaking." are you sorry?"
Snape looked up at him then, his coal black eyes shining like gemstones. "Because," he
said, his voice also shaking. "Because I am your father..."
Harry thought he felt an explosion go off in his head.
SNAPE WAS HIS FATHER?! His head screamed in disbelief.
"Oh...oh....oh," he moaned, holding his head, his eyes shut tight in pain.
Why didn't anyone tell me? Did anyone know? Did Dumbledore know? Did James Potter
know? How...when...why...did my mother sleep with *Snape* of all people? Did Snape know? How
long has Snape known? Why do I look like James Potter? Will I have to change my last name? Will
I leave the Dursleys? Will I live with Snape? All of these questions and more were flying through his
head, causing his head to feel like it was going to explode.
Harry felt tears slide down his cheeks. Snape was trying to pull his hands away from his
head. He tried to fight Snape, but he was much weeker. Harry did not want Snape touching him.
Before he could stop himself, he felt his magical energy erupt, and grab Snape. Harry
was going to throw him across the room if he had to. Harry let go of his head and placed his
right hand torword the glowing Snape. Snape looked at him with wide, fearful black eyes.
"Harry! Don't!" he yelled. And somewhere deep inside him, he felt his magic energy
fade, causing a tingling feeling to come upon him. The glow around he and Snape vanished,
and Harry felt himself lower his hand.
Harry looked at Snape, his eyes also large. He was going to try and hurt Snape, when
Snape was just trying to help. Harry felt more tears well up in his eyes.
"I am so sorry..." he said, still looking at Snape, who was staring at him in return, but
not for the same reason. Harry's eyes suddenly grew wider and he yelped in pain. Harry held
his left arm, right above his elbow, exactly where his Pheonix Mark was.
Snape rushed forward to Harry.
"What is it?" he asked, sounding frightened. "What's the matter?" Harry choked on a sob,
looking up at him.
"It's burning," he whimpered. Snape gently moved Harry's hand out of the way, and began
tearing the bandages off of his arm. Harry watched Snape tear away at it, and looked up to his face.
Snape was very pale, and his eyes were still shining, matching his expression of hurt and worry.
Harry's eyes went wide. Had he hurt Snape by reacting the way he did? Did Snape actually *want*
to be Harry's father?
He looked back down at his arm when Snape threw the bandages on the bed and gasped.
Harry saw a pure white Pheonix mark with green eyes. It was moving, it's beak opening and closing
as if it was squawking at something. And to it's left, a red mark was taking shape, burning into
Harry's skin.
They both watched, Snape still holding Harry's arm and Harry trying to fight the scream
of pain that was trying to escape him. The red mark took a shape. The shape of a green Snake
with coal black eyes. It hissed and bared it's teeth at the Pheonix, who was settling back down,
folding it's wings. The Snake settled as well, curling it's arrow tipped tail.
Snape took his eyes of the new mark and looked at Harry. Harry sighed and closed his
eyes, and collapsed into Snape's chest.
"Harry! Harry, are you alright?" Snape asked, looking down at Harry.
"Yeah...just tired..." he said very quietly. Snape looked at him worriedly.
"You shouldn't have used your magic, you could have killed yourself."
Harry suddely felt a hint of shame breaking through his exhaustion. Snape was worried
about him, even after what Harry had tried to do to him.
"I'm sorry for trying to hurt you." he whispered.
"It's alright Harry, you don't have to apologise." Snape said, laying Harry onto his pillows.
"But I do. I'm not really mad that you're my father." Harry said, trying to fight off the sleep
that was overpowering him. Snape stared.
"You - you're not?" he choked.
"No. I just didn't know how to react..." he said. He opened his eyes a little. "Will you stay
with me for a little while?" Snape looked at him in shock. Harry wanted him to stay?
"Yes, I'll stay with you." Snape pulled over a chair and sat in it as Harry closed his eyes.
Harry reached over and grabbed Snape's hand, and squeezed it tightly. Snape griped Harry's
hand back.
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A.N: Well, I'm not sure if that was a good chapter....what do you think???? REVIEW PLEASE!
recieved about the last chapter. Okay, there are just a few, but I am asking if everyone will read
them. You never know, I could answer one of the questions that have been buzzing around in your
head. Okay, here they are -
() You think I should delete my last two chapters just because Harry looks like James?!
Ha Ha Ha Ha....sorry, but I found that a bit funny. Okay, yeah, I know that Harry looks like James,
but he won't for long! Harry will slowly begin to change into a Snape soon enough, and when
he does I will reveal why he hasn't before now. No, it won't be another one of those Glamourie
spells. I'm a bit more original than that. Well, a bit.....
(Moselle) Thank you for the Constructive Critisism. I know that Severitus's Challenge
has been done a lot, but I absolutely love it and couldn't resist. I'm sorry that you didn't like the
way Severus acted, but I'm afraid I'm doing the best that I can.
(Candy) I'm glad that you like the "Secret Finder". I actually did not plan on writing
about that, it was just a spontanious idea. I seem to have a lot of those...Harry's mark wasn't
planned, and neither was Hermione sitting outside of the Hospital Wing. As for your question
on Harry's mother, I will keep Lily Evans as Harry's true mother. I'm not going *that* far off the
original story plot! :)
Okay, I'm done rambling, and I hope that I answered a few questions. If you ever have
a question, don't be afraid to ask. I will most likely be answering more questions in the next
update. PLEASE REVIEW!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first thing that Harry knew when he awoke next was how extremely drained he felt.
He had expected to fell a little more awake after he had slept. He guessed that the emotional
strain he had this morning had something to do with it. The next thing that Harry realized was
that someone was gently shaking his arm, wich caused him instant discomfort. He moaned
and tried to roll away from the person who was shaking him, causing pain to ereupt in him.
He moaned agian, and found himself whimpering and biting his bottom lip.
The hand left his arm, much to Harry's relief. He layed for a minute, waiting for the pain
to stop. He heard nervous movement next to him. He knew who it was. The only person that
knew he was awake.
Professor Snape.
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. The room was very
dark, and quite a shock to Harry who had woken up during the day. He had slept that long?
He blinked a few times to clear the clouds he saw, and turned his head to Snape.
Severus Snape was standing next to the bed, in the same robes he had always seen him
in. Pitch black robes, very long to cover his tall figure, and a black cape in the back. Somethings
just never change, Harry thought to himself. Snape was looking down at him, his hands behind
his back. His arms shook a little, and Harry figured he was ringing his hands. His face looked
calm, but his eyes said something completely different.
He was nervous. *Very* nervous.
"Hello, Professor." Harry said, and was a little surprised to hear that his voice was a little
better than before, but sounded nervous. Was he nervous too? Of course I'm nervous, he thought,
he might know who my father is!
"Harry," he said, and he began to play with the sides of his cloak. "Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little, it hurt more when I tried to turn away." Harry responded, smiling a little. Snape
looked shaken.
"Oh, I'm sor -" He was going to apalogise, when Harry laughed.
"Don't worry about it, " he laughed. Then he stopped. Why, he thought, am I brushing off
Snape's apology? I might never hear it again! But Harry didn't really feel that way. He knew some-
thing was different about Snape, he could almost feel the it. But what? Why had Snape changed
the way he acted torwards Harry? Surely it couldn't be that he had defeated Voldemort.
"So...Professor...not trying to be rude or anything...but could we get down to business?"
Harry asked, begining to feel impatiant. Snape paled, but nodded his head all the same.
"Yes. Lily told you that your father was not James Potter, but someone else, someone
who is alive." He said. It was not a question but a statement. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Do you know who it is?" Harry said, and slowly sat up, wincing slightly. Snape made
a sudden movement, and for a second it looked like he was going to help Harry sit up. Harry
looked back at him, and Snape continued to grip the sides of his robes.
"Do you?" Harry asked for the second time, getting the urge to yell. Snape hung his head.
"Yes," he mumbled. "Yes, I know who your father is." Harry felt his stomache churn in
anticipation.
"Who is it?!"
"Harry," Snape said, still looking down at the floor. "Harry, I am so, so sorry."
Harry frowned. Why was he sorry? Who was his father?
"Why," Harry said, and found his voice shaking." are you sorry?"
Snape looked up at him then, his coal black eyes shining like gemstones. "Because," he
said, his voice also shaking. "Because I am your father..."
Harry thought he felt an explosion go off in his head.
SNAPE WAS HIS FATHER?! His head screamed in disbelief.
"Oh...oh....oh," he moaned, holding his head, his eyes shut tight in pain.
Why didn't anyone tell me? Did anyone know? Did Dumbledore know? Did James Potter
know? How...when...why...did my mother sleep with *Snape* of all people? Did Snape know? How
long has Snape known? Why do I look like James Potter? Will I have to change my last name? Will
I leave the Dursleys? Will I live with Snape? All of these questions and more were flying through his
head, causing his head to feel like it was going to explode.
Harry felt tears slide down his cheeks. Snape was trying to pull his hands away from his
head. He tried to fight Snape, but he was much weeker. Harry did not want Snape touching him.
Before he could stop himself, he felt his magical energy erupt, and grab Snape. Harry
was going to throw him across the room if he had to. Harry let go of his head and placed his
right hand torword the glowing Snape. Snape looked at him with wide, fearful black eyes.
"Harry! Don't!" he yelled. And somewhere deep inside him, he felt his magic energy
fade, causing a tingling feeling to come upon him. The glow around he and Snape vanished,
and Harry felt himself lower his hand.
Harry looked at Snape, his eyes also large. He was going to try and hurt Snape, when
Snape was just trying to help. Harry felt more tears well up in his eyes.
"I am so sorry..." he said, still looking at Snape, who was staring at him in return, but
not for the same reason. Harry's eyes suddenly grew wider and he yelped in pain. Harry held
his left arm, right above his elbow, exactly where his Pheonix Mark was.
Snape rushed forward to Harry.
"What is it?" he asked, sounding frightened. "What's the matter?" Harry choked on a sob,
looking up at him.
"It's burning," he whimpered. Snape gently moved Harry's hand out of the way, and began
tearing the bandages off of his arm. Harry watched Snape tear away at it, and looked up to his face.
Snape was very pale, and his eyes were still shining, matching his expression of hurt and worry.
Harry's eyes went wide. Had he hurt Snape by reacting the way he did? Did Snape actually *want*
to be Harry's father?
He looked back down at his arm when Snape threw the bandages on the bed and gasped.
Harry saw a pure white Pheonix mark with green eyes. It was moving, it's beak opening and closing
as if it was squawking at something. And to it's left, a red mark was taking shape, burning into
Harry's skin.
They both watched, Snape still holding Harry's arm and Harry trying to fight the scream
of pain that was trying to escape him. The red mark took a shape. The shape of a green Snake
with coal black eyes. It hissed and bared it's teeth at the Pheonix, who was settling back down,
folding it's wings. The Snake settled as well, curling it's arrow tipped tail.
Snape took his eyes of the new mark and looked at Harry. Harry sighed and closed his
eyes, and collapsed into Snape's chest.
"Harry! Harry, are you alright?" Snape asked, looking down at Harry.
"Yeah...just tired..." he said very quietly. Snape looked at him worriedly.
"You shouldn't have used your magic, you could have killed yourself."
Harry suddely felt a hint of shame breaking through his exhaustion. Snape was worried
about him, even after what Harry had tried to do to him.
"I'm sorry for trying to hurt you." he whispered.
"It's alright Harry, you don't have to apologise." Snape said, laying Harry onto his pillows.
"But I do. I'm not really mad that you're my father." Harry said, trying to fight off the sleep
that was overpowering him. Snape stared.
"You - you're not?" he choked.
"No. I just didn't know how to react..." he said. He opened his eyes a little. "Will you stay
with me for a little while?" Snape looked at him in shock. Harry wanted him to stay?
"Yes, I'll stay with you." Snape pulled over a chair and sat in it as Harry closed his eyes.
Harry reached over and grabbed Snape's hand, and squeezed it tightly. Snape griped Harry's
hand back.
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A.N: Well, I'm not sure if that was a good chapter....what do you think???? REVIEW PLEASE!