Part one:
I opened my eyes and blinked slowly, trying to take in my surroundings. Quickly I snapped my eyes shut and let out a groan of frustration. And willed myself back to sleep, even the nightmares were worse than the reality.
I was back at the Dusley's. My own personal living hell. Even after all I had been through, all the pain and suffering Dumbledore had sent me back. Gone were the familiar curtains surrounding my bed. They were replaced with spider infested cracked plaster. I pulled my sheet closer around me and curled up, willing that it would all go away. Blissfully sleep finally took me once more.
** Black eyes stared lovingly down at me. The man smiled proudly and ran a finger gently down my cheek.
"Lily. He really is a wonder." The man whispered.
"He most certainly is." A woman's voice replied. "Our little Salazar Snape. He will grow up to do wonderful things." The black haired man nodded and moved out of view, to be replaced by a woman with emerald green eyes and auburn hair. She smiled broadly at me. Picked me up gently and rocked me back and forth. Her sparkling eyes suddenly turned forlorn.
"My love." The black haired man said. "I know what you are thinking. And it has to be done. Our lord believes that this is his best hope for continued existence. To transfer some of his essence into our son it will prevent him from ever being truly killed. And who would ever believe that the son of James Potter would hold the essence of Voldemort." The woman nodded sadly.
"I know Severus. But I hate having to do this. I have to live with the man, pretend to love him and to detest you." She raised a hand to his face. "No matter what happens. I swear to you that I will find a way of making sure that our son will know where his true loyalties lie." **
I sat up suddenly.
"Whoa." I whispered. "That was weird." I closed my eyes and ran over the dream. Snape, my father. An incredibly bizarre notion. I shook my head slightly. Why was I not feeling more repulsed? I hate the man don't I? But a little voice in my head kept trying to list the reasons why I don't hate him. 'All he has ever done is try to protect you.' It whispered. 'Unlike Dumbledore who constantly puts you in the path of danger. Snape has done everything in his power to keep you out of harm's way.'
My thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the stairs above me.
"Oh great." I murmured sarcastically. "The beast has awoken."
"Mum, Dad. The freak is still in bed." Dudley bellowed. I snorted, Bed. What a laugh. By no stretch of the imagination could what I lay on be classed as a bed. I rolled over and slowly got to my feet. Only to be met by a pounding on my door.
"Boy. Get up this instance. I will not permit this laziness of yours."
"Yes, uncle." I murmured. And emerged from cupboard.
"Boy what have you done to yourself?" He snarled. "You know I will not permit your unnaturalness in this house." I blinked slowly. I had no idea what he was talking about. So I kept my mouth shut and walked slowly towards the bathroom.
The sight that met me in the bathroom mirror took my breath away. The tell tale scar was the only thing I recognised. Other than that, the person staring out from the mirror was not me. Obsidian black eyes stared coldly from the mirror, while my usually messy black hair sat in sleek, gentle black waves around my face. Even the feature were different, I no longer looked like the mirror image of James Potter. My jaw line was more delicate, my face was thinner. And not just due to malnourishment as had been the case in the past.
I gripped onto the sink for support as I tried to work out what was going on. I lowered my head, causing the black hair to fall over my face. Slowly I raised my face once more staring into my own eyes.
. ""No matter what happens. I swear to you that I will find a way of making sure that our son will know where his true loyalties lie.""
That one sentence from my dream kept playing over and over in my head. From everything I had heard about my mum she had been a master at charms. This could all have been her work. Her way of making sure that I followed the same side that she did. I shook myself. But that was not the case. My mum was a champion of the light; she would never have followed Voldemort. 'But how do you know for sure?' The little voice said. 'How much do you really know about her? Do you even know what house she was in? They made a big deal that James was in Gryffindor but your mother was never mentioned.'
"Shut up." I told myself. But the voice had a point as it always did. He could almost hear the voice smirking. "Now I know I am insane. I am talking to myself."
I studied the image in the mirror. The dream tied into the new 'development' not to mention the link with Voldemort. It would explain the parseltongue ability. 'And who knows what Dumbledore has been hiding from you?' As I watched I saw my eyes flash with anger, and I gripped the sink tighter. I spun quickly away from the mirror. There was only one thing I could do. I had to talk to Snape.
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My parchment and ink sat in front of me. I picked up the quill and started to write.
Professor Snape.
Some interesting facts have come to light. I woke up this morning no longer looking like myself. In fact, the resemblance to you is quite striking. Not to mention the interesting 'dream' I had last night. I know that you hated James Potter but just what were your feelings towards Lily Evans?
I need to talk to you. In person. Meet me at the leaky cauldron at 11 o'clock tonight. I trust you will be able to get there in time.
Harry Potter. (Or should I say Salazar Snape.)
I looked over what I had written. I quickly rolled it up.
"Hedwig." I called. When the owl came over I tied the note to her leg. "I need you to take this to Professor Snape." She tilted her head as if I had gone insane. I smiled at her. "I know girl, just do it. Please."
I watched silently as the owl flew out of the room.
I turned to the door, a broad smile on my face. Now it was time for a spot of shopping. Looking like I do now, I had no need to fear being recognised. A dab of makeup stolen from Petunia and the scar wasn't even a problem.
I opened my eyes and blinked slowly, trying to take in my surroundings. Quickly I snapped my eyes shut and let out a groan of frustration. And willed myself back to sleep, even the nightmares were worse than the reality.
I was back at the Dusley's. My own personal living hell. Even after all I had been through, all the pain and suffering Dumbledore had sent me back. Gone were the familiar curtains surrounding my bed. They were replaced with spider infested cracked plaster. I pulled my sheet closer around me and curled up, willing that it would all go away. Blissfully sleep finally took me once more.
** Black eyes stared lovingly down at me. The man smiled proudly and ran a finger gently down my cheek.
"Lily. He really is a wonder." The man whispered.
"He most certainly is." A woman's voice replied. "Our little Salazar Snape. He will grow up to do wonderful things." The black haired man nodded and moved out of view, to be replaced by a woman with emerald green eyes and auburn hair. She smiled broadly at me. Picked me up gently and rocked me back and forth. Her sparkling eyes suddenly turned forlorn.
"My love." The black haired man said. "I know what you are thinking. And it has to be done. Our lord believes that this is his best hope for continued existence. To transfer some of his essence into our son it will prevent him from ever being truly killed. And who would ever believe that the son of James Potter would hold the essence of Voldemort." The woman nodded sadly.
"I know Severus. But I hate having to do this. I have to live with the man, pretend to love him and to detest you." She raised a hand to his face. "No matter what happens. I swear to you that I will find a way of making sure that our son will know where his true loyalties lie." **
I sat up suddenly.
"Whoa." I whispered. "That was weird." I closed my eyes and ran over the dream. Snape, my father. An incredibly bizarre notion. I shook my head slightly. Why was I not feeling more repulsed? I hate the man don't I? But a little voice in my head kept trying to list the reasons why I don't hate him. 'All he has ever done is try to protect you.' It whispered. 'Unlike Dumbledore who constantly puts you in the path of danger. Snape has done everything in his power to keep you out of harm's way.'
My thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the stairs above me.
"Oh great." I murmured sarcastically. "The beast has awoken."
"Mum, Dad. The freak is still in bed." Dudley bellowed. I snorted, Bed. What a laugh. By no stretch of the imagination could what I lay on be classed as a bed. I rolled over and slowly got to my feet. Only to be met by a pounding on my door.
"Boy. Get up this instance. I will not permit this laziness of yours."
"Yes, uncle." I murmured. And emerged from cupboard.
"Boy what have you done to yourself?" He snarled. "You know I will not permit your unnaturalness in this house." I blinked slowly. I had no idea what he was talking about. So I kept my mouth shut and walked slowly towards the bathroom.
The sight that met me in the bathroom mirror took my breath away. The tell tale scar was the only thing I recognised. Other than that, the person staring out from the mirror was not me. Obsidian black eyes stared coldly from the mirror, while my usually messy black hair sat in sleek, gentle black waves around my face. Even the feature were different, I no longer looked like the mirror image of James Potter. My jaw line was more delicate, my face was thinner. And not just due to malnourishment as had been the case in the past.
I gripped onto the sink for support as I tried to work out what was going on. I lowered my head, causing the black hair to fall over my face. Slowly I raised my face once more staring into my own eyes.
. ""No matter what happens. I swear to you that I will find a way of making sure that our son will know where his true loyalties lie.""
That one sentence from my dream kept playing over and over in my head. From everything I had heard about my mum she had been a master at charms. This could all have been her work. Her way of making sure that I followed the same side that she did. I shook myself. But that was not the case. My mum was a champion of the light; she would never have followed Voldemort. 'But how do you know for sure?' The little voice said. 'How much do you really know about her? Do you even know what house she was in? They made a big deal that James was in Gryffindor but your mother was never mentioned.'
"Shut up." I told myself. But the voice had a point as it always did. He could almost hear the voice smirking. "Now I know I am insane. I am talking to myself."
I studied the image in the mirror. The dream tied into the new 'development' not to mention the link with Voldemort. It would explain the parseltongue ability. 'And who knows what Dumbledore has been hiding from you?' As I watched I saw my eyes flash with anger, and I gripped the sink tighter. I spun quickly away from the mirror. There was only one thing I could do. I had to talk to Snape.
*******************
My parchment and ink sat in front of me. I picked up the quill and started to write.
Professor Snape.
Some interesting facts have come to light. I woke up this morning no longer looking like myself. In fact, the resemblance to you is quite striking. Not to mention the interesting 'dream' I had last night. I know that you hated James Potter but just what were your feelings towards Lily Evans?
I need to talk to you. In person. Meet me at the leaky cauldron at 11 o'clock tonight. I trust you will be able to get there in time.
Harry Potter. (Or should I say Salazar Snape.)
I looked over what I had written. I quickly rolled it up.
"Hedwig." I called. When the owl came over I tied the note to her leg. "I need you to take this to Professor Snape." She tilted her head as if I had gone insane. I smiled at her. "I know girl, just do it. Please."
I watched silently as the owl flew out of the room.
I turned to the door, a broad smile on my face. Now it was time for a spot of shopping. Looking like I do now, I had no need to fear being recognised. A dab of makeup stolen from Petunia and the scar wasn't even a problem.