Part two:
Harry shook his head trying to clear it. He tried to remember what he was doing on the floor of one of the corridors in the dungeon. 'Oh yeh' he remembered that Snape had been taking him to see Dumbledore; he must have passed out on the way. He was sitting in the corridor but Snape was gone. He looked around trying to figure out where Snape could have gone; 'he wouldn't have just left.' Harry surmised, 'he sounded so worried before.' Harry looked around again, but there was nowhere for the Professor to have gone. 'Well something weird is going on' he thought to himself. Remembering how Snape was acting before he disappeared. 'Dumbledore had asked him to be a Death Eater. That was defiantly a surprise confession and why was he looking after me? He did seem awfully intent that I go to Dumbledore and I guess I really should tell him that my scar was hurting.' Harry mused.
Harry slowly got to his feet, he had one killer of a headache, and he would have to go to Madam Pomfrey after seeing Dumbledore. He made his was slowly up to Dumbledore's office, walking lightly to avoid jarring his head. With a slight laugh he realised that it must have looked like how Snape walked. Harry's progress towards his goal was slow but steady and he didn't meet a soul, which was hardly surprising as it was during class time
The door to Dumbledore's office was situated behind the statue or a gargoyle. Harry eyed it and he tried to figure out what the password would be. "Lemon drop" He ventured hesitantly, nothing.
"Polo, Milky way, Wine Gum, Fruit pastels." He rattled off. Still nothing. In frustration Harry kicked the Gargoyle, it gave a muffled Squeal. Harry jumped back from the statue tripping over and landing on his ass.
"Oh great, " Harry muttered, "I land up on my ass again."
"Were you trying to see me?" The kindly voice of Albus Dumbledore asked Harry.
"Yes sir, I. I need to talk to you. It is about my scar." Harry told him in a worried voice.
"You had better come in them." Harry followed the headmaster up the steps. "Take a seat." He instructed. Harry looked round the office; it was just as he remembered it. His eyes fell on Fawkes, the phoenix was looking much better that it had the last time he had seen it.
"Hello Fawkes" Harry murmured and the phoenix flew over and pecked at Harry affectionately. Dumbledore looked on with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Now dear boy, you will tell me who you are and what your scar has to do with anything?" Dumbledore calmly asked.
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Snape cursed, He really needed to tell Harry more before he disappeared but now Harry would just have to find is own way through things. Snape slowly sat down, He theorised that this would be the spot where HE would appear and Snape needed to get him to Dumbledore before anyone else saw him. A couple of second's later Snape's theory was proved correct and a person appeared on the ground beside him. The boy looked so much like Harry it was almost scary, but this was not Harry it was his father.
"Potter. You will come with me now." Snape instructed. James looked at the man in front of him, he looked very familiar but he couldn't think who it could be. "Stop gawking at me like an idiot."
"Who are you?" James asked, he had the distinct impression that something weird was going on. Snape sneered at James.
"I am professor Severus Snape." Snape enjoyed the look on James's face; it was almost worth everything he had been through, almost but not quite.
"No you're lying. Dumbledore would never make someone like you a professor." James said disbelievingly.
"How dare you say such things to me? I am a teacher here and you will respect me or you will be punished. Severely" Snape snarled. Taking an immense delight in having so much power over Potter. James glared at Snape.
"Potter, come with me NOW we are going to Dumbledore." Potter didn't look pleased to be following Snape's orders but he went, he needed to see Dumbledore to see if he could explain what the hell was going on.
The pair stopped outside of Dumbledore's office.
"Atomic Fire balls." Snape said to the Gargoyle and it moved aside letting Snape and James enter the room. Snape resented the indignity of having to use muggle sweet names as the password for the Headmasters office, particularly one as foolish as 'Atomic fire balls.'
"Ah Professor, for what purpose do I owe the pleasure of your company." Albus asked. Instead of replying Snape just stood to one side allowing the headmaster to see James.
"James?" Dumbledore asked. Snape nodded.
"Harry has just disappeared, I trust that you remember where he went." Dumbledore nodded, not questioning the wording of what Snape had just said. Because remembered was the right way to put it, Harry was in the past.
James listened to the transaction, realising that Snape must have told him the truth, he was a professor. Dumbledore had made someone like Snape into a professor; James felt intense pity on any student that had him as a teacher.
"James my dear boy, I have something terrible important to tell you. You had better sit down. Snape stood to one side glaring at his old enemy.
Harry shook his head trying to clear it. He tried to remember what he was doing on the floor of one of the corridors in the dungeon. 'Oh yeh' he remembered that Snape had been taking him to see Dumbledore; he must have passed out on the way. He was sitting in the corridor but Snape was gone. He looked around trying to figure out where Snape could have gone; 'he wouldn't have just left.' Harry surmised, 'he sounded so worried before.' Harry looked around again, but there was nowhere for the Professor to have gone. 'Well something weird is going on' he thought to himself. Remembering how Snape was acting before he disappeared. 'Dumbledore had asked him to be a Death Eater. That was defiantly a surprise confession and why was he looking after me? He did seem awfully intent that I go to Dumbledore and I guess I really should tell him that my scar was hurting.' Harry mused.
Harry slowly got to his feet, he had one killer of a headache, and he would have to go to Madam Pomfrey after seeing Dumbledore. He made his was slowly up to Dumbledore's office, walking lightly to avoid jarring his head. With a slight laugh he realised that it must have looked like how Snape walked. Harry's progress towards his goal was slow but steady and he didn't meet a soul, which was hardly surprising as it was during class time
The door to Dumbledore's office was situated behind the statue or a gargoyle. Harry eyed it and he tried to figure out what the password would be. "Lemon drop" He ventured hesitantly, nothing.
"Polo, Milky way, Wine Gum, Fruit pastels." He rattled off. Still nothing. In frustration Harry kicked the Gargoyle, it gave a muffled Squeal. Harry jumped back from the statue tripping over and landing on his ass.
"Oh great, " Harry muttered, "I land up on my ass again."
"Were you trying to see me?" The kindly voice of Albus Dumbledore asked Harry.
"Yes sir, I. I need to talk to you. It is about my scar." Harry told him in a worried voice.
"You had better come in them." Harry followed the headmaster up the steps. "Take a seat." He instructed. Harry looked round the office; it was just as he remembered it. His eyes fell on Fawkes, the phoenix was looking much better that it had the last time he had seen it.
"Hello Fawkes" Harry murmured and the phoenix flew over and pecked at Harry affectionately. Dumbledore looked on with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Now dear boy, you will tell me who you are and what your scar has to do with anything?" Dumbledore calmly asked.
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Snape cursed, He really needed to tell Harry more before he disappeared but now Harry would just have to find is own way through things. Snape slowly sat down, He theorised that this would be the spot where HE would appear and Snape needed to get him to Dumbledore before anyone else saw him. A couple of second's later Snape's theory was proved correct and a person appeared on the ground beside him. The boy looked so much like Harry it was almost scary, but this was not Harry it was his father.
"Potter. You will come with me now." Snape instructed. James looked at the man in front of him, he looked very familiar but he couldn't think who it could be. "Stop gawking at me like an idiot."
"Who are you?" James asked, he had the distinct impression that something weird was going on. Snape sneered at James.
"I am professor Severus Snape." Snape enjoyed the look on James's face; it was almost worth everything he had been through, almost but not quite.
"No you're lying. Dumbledore would never make someone like you a professor." James said disbelievingly.
"How dare you say such things to me? I am a teacher here and you will respect me or you will be punished. Severely" Snape snarled. Taking an immense delight in having so much power over Potter. James glared at Snape.
"Potter, come with me NOW we are going to Dumbledore." Potter didn't look pleased to be following Snape's orders but he went, he needed to see Dumbledore to see if he could explain what the hell was going on.
The pair stopped outside of Dumbledore's office.
"Atomic Fire balls." Snape said to the Gargoyle and it moved aside letting Snape and James enter the room. Snape resented the indignity of having to use muggle sweet names as the password for the Headmasters office, particularly one as foolish as 'Atomic fire balls.'
"Ah Professor, for what purpose do I owe the pleasure of your company." Albus asked. Instead of replying Snape just stood to one side allowing the headmaster to see James.
"James?" Dumbledore asked. Snape nodded.
"Harry has just disappeared, I trust that you remember where he went." Dumbledore nodded, not questioning the wording of what Snape had just said. Because remembered was the right way to put it, Harry was in the past.
James listened to the transaction, realising that Snape must have told him the truth, he was a professor. Dumbledore had made someone like Snape into a professor; James felt intense pity on any student that had him as a teacher.
"James my dear boy, I have something terrible important to tell you. You had better sit down. Snape stood to one side glaring at his old enemy.