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Title: Untold Past, Unknown Future
Author: Dagmar De Meyer
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that is the property of J.K. Rowling. I only borrowed what she started and had them play in my mind twists. One character however will be of my own creation, you'll soon find out.
Rated: Better make it PG although I still think it is G. Don't want to offend anyone with certain expressions.
Reviews: Oh, yes please… For better or worse I suppose.
Summary: My take on 'Severitus's challenge'. What if Severus Snape is Harry's father?! Voldemort is still on the loose and who is the lady with the violet eyes!
Untold Past, Unknown Future Chapter 7By Dagmar De Meyer
The library was almost deserted. Madame Pince was filing returned books in the furthest corner, while two students sat deep in conversation. That's what it seemed like but was far from the truth. Not a word had been spoken.
Hermione watched Harry. He was starting to worry her. So tense, so scared, so confused… Over the years Harry had learned to hide his emotions very well, now he was showing them for her to see. He still hadn't told her what he wanted to ask her. It was as if he was fighting a battle with himself, whether he should or shouldn't tell her. Hermione didn't know how right she was.
Harry was very aware of Hermione's worry. How could she not? I'm acting like a complete idiot. Talk to her already, you know you need her help.
"I don't know where to begin," Harry said, looking sheepishly at Hermione.
"Well, it may sound terribly cliché but why don't you start at the beginning?" Hermione answered, a small smile on her face.
Some of the awkward tension fell away as Harry to smiled a bit.
"Very well," he sighed. "First I need to ask you a question though."
"Shoot."
"How do I look?"
Euh, excuse me?"
A forced smile, she gave him the same look as Ron had done when he had asked him.
"Physically…how do I look? Describe me, please."
Hermione stared at her friend, not really sure what to make of this.
"You've grown…a lot," she started. "And your hair is longer with more red highlights in them. Although very subtle."
"I thought so."
"Why do you ask?"
"That's not what I see."
"What?"
Closing his eyes Harry told Hermione his story. Starting with his encounter with the Weasley bathroom mirror, and every mirror since. How he had suspected George and Fred of having enchanted the mirrors as a joke, which soon became impossible, they could not have done so to every mirror in Hogwarts. His puzzlement over the fact that Ron didn't seem to notice, which was so plainly visible to him. The only thing that everybody seemed to agree on was how much he had grown and that his hair was longer.
On and on he went, just talking about what had happened these last few months. His research on Polyjuice, hitting a wall beyond that and that he needed help.
Finally, reluctantly he opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. Ready to hear her say he was nuts and that it was all in his mind.
What he saw made him sigh with relieve. Hermione wasn't laughing; instead there was a look of intense concentration on her face as she watched Harry, not really seeing him, deep in thought.
Harry remained quiet and watched the wheels turn in her brilliant mind, as he himself went over everything one more time, maybe he missed something. Maybe Ron was right, had he ruined one too many potions and this was a belated result? Nonsense, grasping at straws was not the way to go.
"Harry, are you sure you told me everything?" Hermione finally asked putting an end to the silence.
"Euh, I think so. Still my mind is such a mess, I've been thinking and rethinking for months it just makes me dizzy. I'm sure I'm forgetting things. Ask what you want, I'll try to answer." Harry said placing his hand on his forehead willing the headache away.
"Does your scar hurt?"
"No, just a headache…I've been getting a lot of them lately."
Harry watched as Hermione reached for a new piece of parchment and her quill and started writing. Minutes passed and Hermione kept on writing.
"Hermione…" Harry couldn't take it any longer. "What do you think?"
"Hum…oh sorry, I was just writing this all down." Hermione looked up meeting Harry's eyes. "I don't know Harry. Maybe you should go to Dumbledore with this."
"No need to, he knows."
"What?"
"I think so, and so does Lupin and, and Snape."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm not. I'm pretty sure they know, or are aware something is happening. Just keep an eye on them when I'm around you'll see the way they keep looking at me."
"And?"
"And, what? … Nothing they just stare. Why would they even bother telling me anything?" Harry said his voice full of sarcasm.
"Maybe if you would go and ask…" Hermione saw her friend's eyes burn with anger. She didn't like Harry looking like that. She understood Harry was angry, so many lies that kept coming his way. She admired him a lot, for putting up with it all; sure she would have freaked out years before. No, Harry rolled with the punches, now however it seemed he had reached his limited and was about to blow.
"Alright Harry I'll help, but you must promise me that no matter what we find or not find, good or bad we go to Dumbledore."
That seemed to calm him a bit.
"Harry?"
Sitting with his elbows on the table and head in hands he listened to Hermione. He suddenly felt so angry. He knew Hermione was right but it was hard to admit.
"Alright." He reluctantly agreed.
Sending him a look that stated, I don't believe you, Hermione stood up and walked to the bookshelves behind her. Watching her intently Harry saw her disappear between the rows and reappear mumbling to herself. Finally she walked back up to the table with a small burgundy book in her hands. Harry looked at her expectantly.
"Well, since you already have a degree in Polyjuice I think we better skip that."
"Yes, it is a really fascinating potion but I can't find any of the symptoms I have related to Polyjuice. And as you know, then I would have to drink this every hour on the hour which and this I know with absolute certainty I have not been doing." Harry explained.
"Indeed." Hermione mumbled, her attention more on the small book then on Harry.
"What is that?"
"Ever heard of Glamourie Harry?"
"Can't say that I have, no."
"Just of the top of my head you know…what you have told me made me think of Glamourie…I'm not really sure though." Hermione continued.
"What is Glamourie?"
Hermione flipped the pages to the beginning and started reading. " Glamourie could be illusions or enchantments: one of its principal uses was to make one appear more handsome or beautiful. Glamourie could also transform people into animals. I like to describe it as illusions so good that they fool reality itself."
Stopping Hermione put down the book and looked up at Harry.
"It could be…someone could have put you under such a spell."
"It is possible. Still leaves us with the big question as to why!" Harry mumbled his eyes trained on the pages of the book, trying to make out the words upside down. "Does it give you a counter spell?"
"Hum…not that I know of." Hermione answered flipping the pages.
"Oh."
"Yet. I'll find it. You on the other hand have a class to go to." Hermione looked from Harry to the clock on the wall.
"What?" Harry exclaimed, jerking his head towards the clock. "Urgh right Divination. I'm not going."
"Harry James Potter. You are not skipping class. I still have one free period and I'll do some more research on this Glamourie business. I'll see you in Potions in an hour."
Harry hesitated, he really didn't feel like sitting in that steaming tower, and they were so close to maybe finding a few answers.
Hermione saw Harry hesitate.
"Go on Harry… I'll manage this without you. I promise I'll do my best and I'll see you in an hour. Besides you'll only get in my way." Hermione send him an exasperated look.
"Why thank you, I never realized I got in your way." Harry smiled. "Alright Hermione… I'll go to class. Happy now?"
"Very."
Harry left Hermione to her books and walked out of the library, destination Astronomy Tower. His mind on one thing, could this Glamourie thing be it?
* * * * * *
He stood there, seemingly frozen, watching her rethreading form running down the corridor. He couldn't move, his body refused the orders his mind was sending. Move, go after her… still he remained standing staring of into the distance, oblivious to the blond boy who stood a few feet away from him, studying him intently.
Finally he became aware of another person. With all his willpower he willed himself back to the present and things at hand. Looking down into the face of Draco Malfoy was not exactly the best situation. Had he slipped up? This boy was dangerous.
"Mr. Malfoy." He hissed between his teeth, sending with it his most dangerous glare. The boy just smiled.
"Pretty…too bad she's a Mudblood. Although father said they are a lot of fun."
Snape shivered involuntarily, he remembered all to well what Lucius thought of when talking about 'fun'.
"Maybe you could ask our Lord if he has any use for her." Draco continued ignoring Snape as he went around the room as if he owned it. "So you could have her and I would be rid of her."
This boy was a danger indeed. Far to dangerous, they all had to start being more careful especially him. Was that fear he felt? Fear for a 15-year-old boy.
"Mr. Malfoy what is your purpose for disturbing me in my private chambers." Snape sneered, his mask back into place.
Draco flinched every so slightly, Snape had never looked at him like that.
"I came to make this an official complaint against Professor Evans."
"Really." Snape sneered. "I'm curious as to the nature of this complaint."
"My father will explain it to you when I owl him. I just wanted to let you know before hand. So as to prepare for Dumbledore."
Snape glared down at Draco. "And why is it Mister Malfoy that you cannot tell me this yourself?"
"So you wouldn't get into trouble with Mister Nitwit upstairs of course. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to write." Draco said, standing in front of Severus but not looking at his professor. Instead his eyes were focused on a small item very out of place in the cold dungeon chambers. Snape followed his gaze, his eyes coming to rest on the small white box sitting on his desk. Mentally scolding himself for yet another slip he stepped up to Draco, blocking the boy's curious view.
"Good day Mister Malfoy." He managed to say, sounding perfectly normal. "I'll see you in class."
Reluctantly Draco turned and walked out of the room, a smile on his face that meant nothing good.
* * * * * *
Up stairs, down stairs… she was running again. The corridors were deserted, all the students attending class. She ran…
The easy way out, yet again… you're such a coward Violet.
I can't, I can't tell him.
You must!
"I must." Violet whispered to no one in particular as she stopped in the middle of the staircase. Her back against the wall she slit down and put her head in her hands.
"It's not fair to Severus or to Harry. The lies have to stop…"
Pushing herself back to her feet and although not in a run she walked back the way she came.
* * * * * *
His hands trembled as he reached out to pick up the small box. Opening the lid the small crystal ball beckoned to be touched. Slowly his trembling fingers reached out and the violet appeared brining with him a memory. Two smiling faces looked back at him, one of those faces was his, and the other was Vi's. His Vi… He watched himself put a hand on her round belly, feeling the baby move. His smile, he had never smiled again.
Her voice rang clear in his memory. "Severus I'm pregnant." It was however the other sentence that kept repeating itself. A sentence said by the same person only moments before. "Who was pregnant? Me or Lily? Me or Lily? Me or Lily?
What was she talking about?
His head was spinning…
"Severus, I'm pregnant." Those words made his heart leap just like it did when he was told I love you. The joy he felt preparing for the arrival of his son or daughter. Darker memories clouded the good, the constant shadow of the Dark Lord. His hunger for power lessening with each passing day. The fear keeping him awake at night and Potter threatening him during the day, Violet and Lily trying so hard to make him see. He had been so blind.
Who was pregnant? Closing his eyes he saw Violet waving goodbye after his summoning, fear and pain clearly written on her tear streaked face, her hands protectively caressing her round belly. Potter behind her, judging him with his eyes but keeping the oath and Lily, Lily supporting her sister, Lily tall and lean and not … pregnant.
Severus' head snapped up. Violet had been pregnant for six months when he had left, Lily wasn't…then how?
Severus leaped to his feet, all pretence forgotten he ran out of his chambers, not sure where he was going just that he needed to find Violet and fast. If what he thought was right, if what she had been trying to tell him was true and if Remus told the truth about James and Harry then he had to hurry.
Unaware that his feet were taking him further away from the person he was looking for he ran.
* * * * * *
The laughter of children that filled the castle put a smile on his face. The trip had gone unexpectedly well; still the dark shadows had been ever present, making his nerves stressed to the limit, never time to relax. The moment he walked through the door a strange serenity fell over him and the tension ebbed away.
Remus closed the door behind him and walked towards the stairs almost colliding with Violet who had turned around so fast she nearly fell.
"Hi Vi," Remus said. "How are you…doing?"
Violet didn't answer and walked away in the direction of the dungeons.
"She didn't even see me."
Remus stared as Violet's rethreading from disappeared. As he walked the halls of Hogwarts towards the Headmaster's office his mind returned to years past and two Gryffindor girls, one with green and the other with violet eyes. For years he had believed both those girls, his friends had died and now one had shown up as it if was the most normal thing in the world. How? was still a mystery to him. He had tried on numerous occasions to make her open up to him, each time she smiled and said: "Not now Remus…soon, not now." He had accepted it, but things were changing and he needed answers. First things first, his report for Dumbledore and then Harry.
Remus mumbled the password to the gargoyle and took the stairs two at a time.
"Headmaster!"
"Ah, Remus, do come in…" Dumbledore waved his hand to the younger wizard, indicating a chair in which to sit.
"Lemon drop?"
"No, thank you." Lupin declined, respectfully taking the offered chair. Taking a deep breath he watched and waited for Dumbledore's attention, which was now directed at the silver rapping of the candy. He waited patiently though his very being was once again stressed with nerves.
Dumbledore seemingly oblivious to the younger wizard, nothing could be further from the truth, studied Lupin through his closed eyelids enjoying the sweet. He was very aware of what was troubling his friend, and it had nothing to do with the little mission Dumbledore had set him to, but he refrained from showing that knowledge. He was a strong believer in the fact that certain things should not be spoken of before the person in question was ready and took the initiative.
Dumbledore however was aware that time was running out.
Finally Dumbledore saw the signs Remus was ready and opened his eyes, waiting…
"It's time!"
"I thought so."
"I don't know…he's not ready…he won't understand…I don't understand." Lupin was rambling, his nerves fried he could no longer remain seated and started pacing. Dumbledore just watched and listened. Remus seldom gave in to his emotions; sometimes even the most controlled let it slip.
"I talked to Severus, oh man did he blow up. Albus you've seen Harry, seen the changes occurring. He looks so much like Severus. I just can't believe Lily and Severus…together…I mean…"
"Remus, you know as well as I do that Severus always had a very special relationship with Lily."
Lupin snorted at that, a rare thing. "Yes, how can I forget, but I assumed when he married Violet he had made his choice."
"I have no doubt of Severus' love for Lily, his love for Violet is as true and even deeper."
"Really, you wouldn't say that now. The way he's been acting towards her."
"You'd be surprised how things can change in a short time."
"They're talking?"
"I hope so, we'll need them both if we want to help Harry." Dumbledore said his hand reaching out for another silver rapped sweet.
"What are you talking about? Albus if you know something that can help Harry…"
"My dear Remus leave Violet to Severus and Severus to Violet. We must concentrate on getting Harry through this very painful ordeal. The answers to our why's, how's and who's will have to wait. I have my own suspicions but we cannot forces this Remus. Harry will need you, for confusing times lay ahead of him, he's already started his own quest."
"Yes? That's why he asked after the restricted section. Polyjuice, I gave him permission and I believe Violet agreed on having him write his paper on it."
"I believe today he asked Miss Granger for help as well, Glamourie I think she is looking into."
"Now…" Albus continued. "How's Padfoot?"
* * * * * *
"Harry! Ron! Wait up!" Hermione yelled as she came running towards her two friends, completely ignoring Nearly Headless Nick as she ran straight through him.
"Well Excuse me…" The ghost yelled at the trio.
"Sorry!" Hermione yelled back as she came to a halt next to Ron. Who in turn stared at the books sticking out of her book bag.
"Hermione, what did you do? Rob Madame Pince?"
"Hahaha, very funny Ron." Hermione answered. "What about you, is the Firebolt too hot for you?"
Ron's hand flew to his cheek where a red mark could be seen. "Did it drag you over the grounds, face down?"
Ron missed the twinkle in Hermione's eyes and Harry's who kept his hand firmly on his mouth to keep from laughing.
"How did you know?" Ron exclaimed.
"I didn't…"
"Oh now look who thinks she's funny." Ron said noticing the laughter of his two friends.
Smiling Hermione turned her back to a pouting Ron and resumed their walk towards class with Harry looking at her expectantly.
Hermione shook her head: "Sorry Harry, nothing yet."
"Oh…" was the only thing he managed before a black blur ran straight into him and sent him crashing to the floor.
Too late he saw the three students in his path and knocked one to the floor.
Severus grinded his teeth for his own stupidity, picked himself of off the floor and reached out a hand to the fallen student before him. His hand froze in mid-movement when a head of long silky black hair and vivid green eyes stared back at him.
"Harry…are you all right." Snape heard himself say, surprised at the concern in his voice.
Harry was shocked, sitting on the cold stones, mouth wide open. He could only stare at Snape and the outstretched hand. What was even more peculiar was the fact that his hand seemed to have a mind of its own and slowly grabbed Snape's.
Pulling the boy to his feet he had a moment to study the boy. Oh God, Remus had been right… Could it be?
The boy's features seemed to change right in front of his eyes. Back and fort, trying to break through the spell cast so many years ago. So lost in his own musings he didn't realize he was staring and still holding Pott… no Harry's hand.
"Euh, Sir, can I have my hand back." Harry nervously asked.
"Sorry H…" Snape started to say when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a blond head approaching. Cursing under his breath he jerked his hand away and placed a sneer on his face.
"Potter." He spat the name." Watch where you're going, as clumsy as your father. 20 points from Gryffindor." His heart squeezed together as he spoke those words, strange, where were those feelings coming from? This was still Potter! Then why didn't he believe it anymore?
"Mr. Malfoy." Snape growled.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Class is cancelled for today. See that everyone hears about it."
"Why?"
Snape whirled around. "Because I say so."
"Yes Sir."
"And stop standing there like the mindless idiots you are!" That said Severus resumed his course, moments later followed by a scream from Sir Nicolas. "What's with all the running today? Can't you living use your eyes! Watch where you're going!"
"You heard the man…idiots…stop standing here in my way." Draco drawled.
"Sod off Malfoy." Harry said pulling a way too red looking Ron in the opposite direction, Hermione not far behind.
Finally Harry felt Ron relax and released his arm, not realizing he would give himself and all the others a heart attack.
Ron's arms went flying and he jumped about a meter… "YES… NO potions!"
"Sorry, I just had to do that!" Ron beamed at his friends and the rest of the Gryffindor 5th years. With huge grins on their faces they all made their way out of the dungeons.
"So, Harry?" Ron continued. "What do you say to helping me prepare for tonight's tryouts?" Ron put on his best pleading face and looked at Harry, when he didn't respond quick enough Ron was on his knees… "PLEASE!"
Torn between Ron, which meant flying and Hermione, which would mean more research in the library, Harry looked from one to the other. It was Hermione who made the decision for him.
"Go on Harry, show this champ how it is done. I'll manage, don't worry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll come running when I find something."
"Thanks, Hermione."
"No problem."
The three continued on, Hermione back to the library and Harry and Ron to Gryffindor Tower to pick up his Firebolt and Seeker gear for later that evening.
"Did you see Snape?"
"Of course I saw Snape."
"I wonder what happened, he was acting way weird."
"Hum."
"I mean, Harry he called you by your name and asked if you were alright."
"Hum."
"And then he cancelled class…'d you think he's loosing it?"
"I don't know Ron, besides he yelled at me 3 seconds later. Must have lost his mind for a second."
"Yeah, you're probably right. By the way what is this between you and Hermione?"
"Nothing Ron, just homework she's helping me with."
They had reached the painting of the Fat Lady and said the password.
"Hey Harry I'll see you down there, I'm going to look for a broom."
"Sure thing Ron, I'll join you in a minute."
Ron disappeared down the hall and Harry crawled through the opening into the Gryffindor Common Room, which was completely empty. As he walked the stairs to the dormitory his mind returned to the episode with Snape. It was so strange, the look in Snape's eyes when he had looked at him. He knows something, Harry was sure of it, something that concerned him. He had been so un Snape like and it was only when Draco showed up that the Snape he knew so well appeared full force. Was it all an act?
Lost in thought Harry picked up the Firebolt from his bed where Ron had left it, looked for his Seeker gloves and a warmer cloak, leaving Gryffindor Tower once again. All on automatic he walked the halls of Hogwarts.
* * * * * *
Violet Evans? Violet Evans, the name kept repeating itself in his mind like a mantra. He had never made the connection, now he knew. Draco had done well, even though he probably didn't realise just how well. Those petty problems of his son were laughable to say the least but now… Yes, his Lordship would be pleased. He halted; Or would he? How was it possible anyway? Draco must be mistaken, there was no way she could have survived the curse. Images of that night returned, the anticipation over the kill, the anticipation of torturing Severus with it, the pain he blocked out. Yes Severus, if the Master found out about this, Severus would be punished, severally. A sadistic smile appeared on his lips. But if this was yet again one of Draco's outburst then it would be him at the receiving end of his Master's wrath. No, he needed more prove, he would wait … Lucius slowly turned and prepared to leave when a cold voice hissed his name. "Do come in Luciusssss. I see you have newsssss for me."
* * * * * *
Where could she be? He knew the castle was big but this was simply ridiculous! Wait a minute…didn't she say she was supervising Gryffindor's practice? He turned and stopped mid-stride preventing the second collision of the day.
"Severus."
"Remus."
* * * * * *
The room was dark and cold. Even the fire in the fireplace did not send of any warmth as the green flames licked the black stonewall. Lucius followed Voldemort into the room head bowed. When Voldemort turned and faced him Lucius immediately fell to his knees, making himself as small as possible.
"You have newsssss Luciussss!"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Then why are you keeping it from me?"
"I am not my Lord."
"You know what I do to liarssss."
"It is not a lie my Lord, I just wished to find more information to accompany my son's word, before presenting it to your Lordship."
"Ah, young Draco, how isss my charge?"
"Well my Lord, he seems to have some problems with a teacher."
Feeling the present of his Master coming closer he pressed his hands to the floor and held his breath. The expected punishment did not come; instead Voldemort reached out and grabbed the letter Lucius still held in his hands.
The silence that filled the room was deafening. He felt his Lord become angrier by the minute as he read Draco's letter. When he spoke you could barely hear him, his voice quivering with anger. "Tell me Luciussss…did I not kill this traitor years ago?"
"Yes My Lord."
"Then how is it that she is still alive?"
"I do not know my Lord."
"And why did Severus not come and inform me of his wife's return?"
"I do not know my Lord."
"Really Luciussss you are such a disappointment… crucio."
The pain surged through his body, thousands of knives cutting him, his very being on fire from the inside out. It stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
"Get me SNAPE."
"Ye…Yes My L…Lord."
"Get OUT."
Trembling Lucius managed to get to his feet and stumbled towards the door. Before he was out into the safety of the hallway another curse hit him and send him crashing to the floor withering in pain. Before he lost consciousness one thing was on his mind; "You'll pay for this Severus."
* * * * * *
Outside the autumn sun was setting as Harry, oblivious to the world around him; Firebolt in hand descended the ever-moving staircase to the Entrance Hall.
It happened all so fast, a fierce pain ripped through his scar making him drop his broom as both hands flew to his forehead. Hands pressed on the scar he willed the pain away, his eyes shut tight, teeth clenched he backed into the wall, feeling his knees give way he slowly sank to the ground. Pain, so much pain, anger, hatred… Mr. Malfoy under the Cruciatus, a traitor, Snape get me Snape. The images rushed by making the pain even more intense. Suddenly it stopped, his vision clearing but his whole body tense and trembling Harry sat in the shadows reminding himself to breath and forget the pain.
How long he sat there in the dark shadow he did not know. Finally he felt himself calm down and his scar only tingled but he couldn't make himself move even when the sound of approaching footsteps reached him he just waited and hope they'd move away and not see him.
The footsteps were accompanied by voices, first unintelligible sounds that soon formed into words and then sentences. He recognized the voices…one was Snape's and the other one belonged to Lupin. Professor Lupin is back… Placing a still trembling hand on the cold floor he tried pushing himself to his feet but his legs just wouldn't move. Closing his eyes he just listened, not caring one way or the other.
"Remus, before you accuse me of yet another terrible deed I need you to answer me one thing." Snape asked the man walking beside him.
"Alright." Lupin reluctantly agreed.
"When was the last time you saw Lily?"
"What?"
"I mean before Harry was born, before Vi's disappearance!"
"Like you I guess…Violet's birthday party. Why do you ask?"
"Who was pregnant? Lily or Violet?"
"Were are you going with this Severus? We don't have time for 20 questions."
"I know that Lupin, but I need you to come to your own conclusion for I am sure you will not believe me. Violet spoke to me a while ago and she asked me the same question."
"And?"
"Vi was the one pregnant Remus, not Lily! Am I not correct when I say Harry was born on July 31st? That was the day Violet disappeared, 3 months after you and I saw her last. And if I remember correctly, Lily had not been pregnant at the time." Severus stopped and studied the man before him. Remus just stood there, eyes wide staring at Snape but not seeing him, no his eyes say images of times long past.
"My God… How could I have been so blind?" He whispered.
"You see. I never touched Lily."
"Severus, do you know what this means!"
"Of course I do, I'm not stupid."
"That's why James came for the Alternatum Personum, but why?"
"I don't know Remus, there is only one person who can answer that."
"Vi."
"Yes."
"Severus are you alright?" Lupin asked placing a hand on the other man's shoulder.
"I don't know Remus, I don't know. I have a son, Harry's my son. Not James'…he's mine." Suddenly the truth of his words sank in and Severus felt his knees buckle. Remus was there to catch him and led the other away; neither man noticed the still figure hidden in the shadows.
Harry felt as if his heart was being crushed, his lungs were on fire for he was to shocked to breath…he just sat there and listened as the two man walked away unaware he had heard every word. He wanted to jump up, yell that they were lying, lies all lies but he couldn't for it all started to make sense now and although his mind was full of questions one thing he knew was right… He was not a Potter, he was a Snape…
Pushing his back even harder against the wall he wished for a hole in the ground that would swallow him whole. A single tear ran down his cheek as his mind shut down and he gave into the dark abyss.
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To be continued
Author's note 2: Peaks her head above the couch… Balancing herself on top of the cliff side looking at the horizon where chapter 8 is slowly coming into view!
I'm sorry…I can't help myself! I enjoy myself too much thinking up cliffhangers for you!
As you probably noticed I used 'Glamourie' in my story. I got the idea from Severitus, for which I thank her, also for explaining it to me. It will not be of major importants to the story, still I think it worked.
Now I'm ready to close both my computer and mind and spend a few hours dead to the world. Hopefully to wake up to a few reviews and read what you think! (hint!vbg)
See you next chapter!!!