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~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: Unwanted Questions ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

**Harry's POV**

The room was quiet, and I couldn't stand it. Lily, Severus, and Albus were all just looking at me like I was a bloody freak. Though I suppose I was, but they didn't know that.

Snape didn't say anything. Even if he was trying to cover it with an expressionless face, I could still tell he was surprised. It was all in his facial expression. His eyebrows were raised slightly higher then usual, and his mouth didn't have as much of a sneer that it usually has. It suddenly struck me that in this world Snape might not be so different from mine.

"Harry's dead!" Yes, my mother isn't the brightest apple in tree, was she? Haven't I explained that I was from a different reality, and dead here? I feared of what my dad in this world would be like. Would anyone ever pay attention to me?

"Ah, explains the looks, Mr. Potter." Oh, okay so Dumbledore does. I felt like giving him a hug or something of appreciation. But, the other two people in the room stopped me from doing so.

"I'm sorry- I never meant for this to happen." I muttered the words, so they were barely audible. It was the voice as when you where talking to yourself, and you didn't want anyone else to here. I'd rather just run from the room and never look back, but I had no where to run or hide. Damn Voldemort.

"Dear boy! It was Voldemort who cast the spell on you. No one deserves this! Your parents must be worried sick!" Dumbledore's eyes still twinkled. I cursed him to hell.

Why did he always set up things like that? He doesn't ask, he just believes there's an unwanted answer to it. And, being Albus Dumbledore, he's correct. Now the only question was to answer him or not. Setting things straight seemed my idea. "It'd be pretty hard for them to be worried when they are dead. No offence but I'd rather not talk about it. Could I just go?"

I saw the shock on all their faces, Snape's facial expressions still hadn't changed from the shock earlier, but all I wanted to do was get out of the room. It was late and I didn't want to explain these things.

"I assure you, you can go. But, don't you want to be sorted first?" Dumbledore's ever-kind voice spoke, changing the subject. "Since you do want to join the classes..."

I shook my head. I didn't want the sorting hat inside my head tonight. I felt too defenseless. Something I had always been taught not to be. It scared me, and all I wanted to do was run. I didn't care where- just anywhere. But I kept my posture. "I can be sorted tomorrow morning, in the Great Hall. I'd rather just sleep right now." .

Dumbledore smiled, "Of course, I fear this is harder on you then us. You can sleep in Severus chambers tonight. I'm-"

"Hold on! What the bloody bugger is going on, Albus? Harry Potter is dead!" Snape shouted cutting off the Headmaster. His eye was twitching a little, and he was flexing his fingers. That wasn't a good sign.

I looked at him and explained the best way I could, "I'm from an Alternative Universe. One where, Voldemort rose to power then was defeated and everything's a mess. He sent me here to bugger me over." My usual facial expression had disappeared as I talked through the sentence, replaced with a frown.

"And you believe this Albus?" Snape yelled, "He could very bloody well be lying!" Oh yes, even in this world Snape hadn't stop being the untrusting man he was.

"Ah, Severus. Leave the boy alone. I trust him, and until he damages that trust, I will believe him." And it was the trust that got him killed in my world. How strange. "Just let him stay for the night, and before you know it he'll be leaving."

"Oh, so you want me to sleep in the same room with the Potter's son?" Snape glared, "I'd rather eat a dung beetle."

I wasn't surprised by his outburst, some things never changed. I planned on telling him that, "Still holding that grudge from 6th year? I thought it was explained that it was Sirius' fault?" Okay, so Sirius and Severus had only come to peace in the 6th year, and only because they were forced to.

He glared at me, "I don't know what that liar of a father told you, Potter, but he was in it as much as Black. It seems you're as blunt as your father, can't even tell a lie when it's told to you."

I glared back, "My father didn't tell me that, Snape, Dumbledore did. And unless you're calling the headmaster a liar-" Which he is, but only when it's necessary - "Then shut your trap."

I heard Albus' and Lily's gasp. But I didn't care. I hadn't been yelled at by Snape in years, and now all I can seem to do is argue. He, in this world at least, still assumed I was just like my father- which ever one it didn't matter.

"What did you say, boy?" Snape voice was in a deadly whisper, but I didn't care. I think I might have forgotten that Snape kept trying to get me expelled first through fifth year. Then he had attempted to kill me.

"I said unless you're calling the headmaster a liar, shut your mouth. Don't talk about things you don't understand. If you just thought of how stupid your grudge is then you probably would laugh- but you're too immature to see that. For a spy of Albus', you sure aren't smart." Did I just say that? Snape really brings out the worst in me. I don't understand it at all. I was perfectly okay with Dumbledore and Lily.

His eyes flashed, "How do you know about that?"

"I'm not my father, Snape. You may be a greasy bastard-" Whoa. That was something I hadn't said in years- "But you're not like the other death eaters. You've saved my life too much for that."

Snape didn't answer, but he did give me a final glare. "Albus I'll see you in the morning. I promise not to kill the boy. Tonight, at least."

"Thank you, Severus." Lily, my mum from a different world, said smiling. "I'll take him off your hands tomorrow. I'll talk to James tonight."

"Good Night, Albus, Lily." Snape said, completely ignoring the fact that I was in the same room as him.

Severus walked out the door, and I followed. His pace was in long strides, but I never trailed far behind. I had to work with him in 5th year, and I had learned well.

"Don't touch anything in my room, Potter. Or else I will kill you, despite what I told Mrs. Potter." Snape said, turning another corner, his black robes billowing behind him.

As if I was trained to do it, I immediately said, "Harry."

"What?" Snape asked stopping and turning to face me. His facial expression annoyed and tired. I didn't blame him for that.

"My name is Harry. I hate it when people call me Potter." I answered, walking in front of Snape, I knew my way there. It only took a few seconds for Snape to start following me. I never got to hear Severus reply.

I think it was annoying Snape when I was always ahead of him. And he started walking faster, trying to get in front of me. I, of course, allowed him too. I knew too well not to mess with Snape. It was his territory and I was only occupying it for the night.

He whispered his password to the portrait of the serpent. I knew he would change the password in the morning, just in case. It wasn't like I would invade his private chambers, though. I had done that before, and all I got out of it was a mouth full of an angry Severus Snape.

As I entered the room I saw Snape looking at me, and I knew he was going to question me. I hated this because he was the few people I had to give straight answers too. I never knew why it was like that, but somewhere along the 5th year I had gained respect from him, and when ever he asked me a question, I could never seem to stride from the truth.

And, judging by that look on his face, the questions weren't going to be something you could joke about.

**Snape's POV**

I glared at the young man before me, "First things first, Potter. You're sleeping on the couch. Don't touch anything, and leave immediately after you wake."

I watched as Potter nodded and replied, "Of course."

The boy was very submissive. I wondered why, as I was expecting the Potter stubbornness. Something along the lines 'Couches aren't good enough for Potters.' Apparently the stubbornness skipped a generation. Or else maybe he was up to something. "Why did Voldemort place that curse on you?"

The boy seemed to be fighting himself inwardly, it was all in his eyes that stared at me, but in the end he answered, "He hates me."

I glared; did he think I was some idiot, like that bloody Longbottom? "Voldemort hates everybody, boy. Give me another reason. Voldemort wouldn't waste all his energy on some petty hate."

Potter bit his lip, the corner of his mouth turning upward into a smile. He seemed on the verge of saying something smart. But his smile died down and he answered, "He hates me for many reasons. Name anything about me and he'll hate it. The main reason is my parentage or the fact that, even though he's tried 8 times before, he can't kill me."

My eyebrows rose in shock, "Eight- Eight times?" No one had ever managed to survive Voldemort once- save his deatheaters, but that was only if he wasn't planning to kill them.

"You're stuttering." Oh, as if I hadn't known. Damn the boy to hell, anyway.

I glared at the boy, "I advise you not to get me mad. I am not a deatheater for nothing, boy." That should put him in his place.

The keyword in that sentence: should. But, it didn't. The boy felt a need to have a smart mouth. Damn him.

"You're an ex-deatheater. How I know this? I worked with you in 5th year. Plenty of opportunities to kill me. Well, you nearly came close once." The boy smiled when he said that, "But you didn't, well actually you have me at deaths door." The boy laughed when he said that. I saw nothing funny about me trying to kill him. "Anyway, from what I hear deatheaters have to actually enjoy their jobs." He brushed his messy hair back.

I glared, and then I noticed two things I hadn't before, an engagement ring and a scar on his forehead. "How did you get that scar, boy?"

Potter looked at me confused, and then realization hit his eyes. His hand flew to his scar, and then it dropped. The boy looked at the ground, and shifted his wait onto his other foot. "I had it ever since my parents died."

This was one subject he seems not to want to touch. Perfect. "I said how, boy. Not when. Answer me, now." I said glaring; it didn't help much because he was looking down at the ground. Dammit. Why wouldn't the insufferable boy look up?

As if answering me, he looked up and starred me straight in the eye, "Lord Voldemort gave it to me after he killed Lily and James Potter, you better know them as my mother and my... my father..."

Something about that sentence didn't seem right to me, why would he stumble over the words father like that, unless something happened to him in his own world. I didn't even bother telling him he still didn't answer how. And why the bloody bugger did everything he said some how lead back to Voldemort? I glared, "Why would Voldemort waste so much time on one person?"

He bit his lip, but he still was keeping his eye contact with me, "You know that Lily's the Heir of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw right?"

Knew? Of course I knew. Didn't everybody? Everyone thought she was a muggle when she came to Hogwarts, and to our surprise she was an Heir of two houses. Not the two very good houses, mind you, but two houses.

Somewhere along the third year, she stumbled along the wall and found her name connected to the Heir of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Later on she asked Dumbledore about it. Apparently, he had been keeping a very large secret to himself. Not that it's anything new, the old geezer was secretive.

Lily was adopted into the Evan family to keep her safe after her real mother and father died by the hands of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort. By the end of the day, everyone in Hogwarts knew. Pity secrets can't be kept around here; I would have liked it much better.

I nodded "And Potter, your father, is the Heir of Gryfindor."

He smiled. "So naturally he wanted to kill me because I was the last Heir of those three houses. So he killed my parents, tried to kill me, but it backfired. He was thrown from his body, and I got a scar. Ever since then he wanted to bring me down. Lovely story, huh?"

He was lying through his teeth. Sure Voldemort would want to kill the heirs. That made since. But, no one survives Voldemort. He would even have Mercy for a baby!

Then to make it worse- the Potter boy sat down on my chair- my chair. Not the guest chair, mine. I felt the need to kill him right then and there. Damn me and my promise to Lily. I stared angrily at the boy before me, I knew I must look as scary as hell.

My eyes penetrated him, if he was telling a lie he must have a back up story, "How old were you when all of this happened?"

He bit his lip again, if he didn't quit he'll start drawling blood. "One and something months. It was on all Hallows Eve though." His gaze never left mine; no one had ever held my gaze this long when I was glaring, not even Albus. I made my eyes harder, more unbearable to look at.

He had a back up story then; it seemed no matter what he'd have a lie to fill it with. I decided on a new means. "Potter, am I dead?"

His eyes left mine and his eyes shut. Finally. He hugged his knees to his chest. The boy was getting his dirty feet on my favorite chair. I held hack to urge to yell at him- there were still answers to go. "Yes." he whispered. "Yes, you are."

I was positive I hadn't died. By the way he looked at me before; I was still alive and yelling at Gryfindor's. Had Voldemort found out I was a spy? Why did the boy seem so affected by it, maybe in his world we were close? But no, I wouldn't be so foolish as to let a mere child to influence my heart and mind. Would I?

While thoughts raced through my mind, I ordered some tea from the house elves, and seconds later it arrived. I held the cup and sipped it. The scalding water ran down my throat. Then, I recalled something he said earlier- "Why were you working with me in fifth year?"

He blinked up at me. Then blushed a bright pink. "I had swallowed some Merman Poison. You need a potions master and the person poisoned both working on the antidote. So Albus suggested you. It took 72 hours to make it though."

"How the bloody hell do you just swallow Merman Poison? That's the deadliest, hardest potion to find in all of Europe!" Was the boy stupid? The poison was neon green, and extremely thick. And it smelt horrible. And he just goes and swallows it? How the hell did the boy even manage to last that long with it in his blood stream? Scratch that- how did he survive so long with his stupidity?

"Er-" He blushed brighter. "That's how you tried to kill me. We were in an argument- and you were about to curse me, and then I had said... something... rather inappropriate. Didn't float your boat too well, I was kind of being a hypocrite though. You, kind of, uh, flipped, and chugged the potion down my throat."

"What the hell did you say to make me do something so striking? I don't go killing off students!" He was being a hypocrite? So whatever Potter had said to me, then he was one as well? I sensed something good coming on.

He laughed, but his blush turned red. "I said that you... ah... this really isn't appropriate." He blushed harder. Any redder and he was sure to pass out.

"Tell me, boy." I took a sip of my tea, this was about to get very interesting.

"I called you a, uh,..." He muttered something under his breath, and looked down at his feet and wriggled his toes.

"Pardon me? I couldn't hear you Potter. Speak up." I started to drink the last of my tea, knowing this was going to be something great. I didn't really care what he said to me- it's not like I hadn't heard what the students called me before. All I wanted to do was find out his nasty secret.

"I called you a cocksucker, sir." My tea went out of my mouth, onto the awaiting boy.

"A what?" I shouted. How dare the boy- the nerve of him! How the bloody hell did he know that about me? No student had ever called me that, and to say it to my face! I should- wait did that mean, that meant Potter was... gay?

"It wasn't my fault! You called me Zambini's play thing! I don't even like Zambini! He came on to me, not the other way around!" The Potter boy said hurriedly.

So, he was gay. It's a wonder what people would think if they knew that. Sure the mangled mutt is gay, but he's Potters best friend. What would Potter think if his eldest son was gay too? I smirked, "So Potter, this is what you were hiding from everyone? You're gay, huh?"

The boy turned a deep shade of red.

~TBC

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