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Tangled Relations

Chapter 8 - Quidditch and Finding Answers

For the next couple of months Harry continued to search through his mothers diaries for answers. He had been slightly hopeful that Snape might want to form some kind of relationship, but the potions master treated Harry as coolly as ever. Between homework, quidditch practice, and attempting to beat Ron at chess, he hadn't had much time to read the diaries. Every so often when he'd get a chance, Harry would read a couple more pages. But, if Snape didn't want him as a nephew why did it matter how they were related. His one hope was that his mom hadn't been raped by some half brother of Snape's. He decided that even though Snape didn't want him, he would keep reading just so he would know for his own piece of mind. He read the parts about his dad proposing to his mom and their subsequent marriage. He was now at the part where they started their auror training. Hermione hadn't been able to help because of the charm on the diaries. If she tried to read them it appeared to be a book of nursery rhymes.

It also seemed like Professor Snape wasn't getting anywhere either. His father was killed during the first fall of Voldemort. With his father having been a death eater and knowing how they often treated their victims, he very well could have a half sibling running around. As all of Harry's grandparents were also dead, it didn't leave many places to look.

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Finally it was time for the first quidditch mach of the year. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Harry had been reinstated on the team now that Umbridge was gone and was made the new captain. The team had lost many players from last year including their star beaters. Luckily Harry had found some respectable replacements. Ravenclaw had a decent team this year so Ron was incredibly nervous. After forcing Ron to eat at least two slices of toast, Harry and the team made there way to the quidditch pitch.

It was a crisp November day. Luckily it was just a little over cast, enough to keep the glare from the sun at bay.

"Come on Ron, this won't be so bad. We've got a better team then they do. Just do your best keeping. Neither team has great beaters this year so the score will probably be pretty high."

A white faced Ron just nodded his head as they headed out onto the pitch. Madam Hooch released the various balls and they were off.

As Harry expected, the teams were closely matched. As he circled around looking for the snitch, the score was soon 110 to 120 in favor of Ravenclaw. The snitch would definitely be deciding this match. He continued to circle around looking for the snitch and keeping an eye on the Ravenclaw seeker. After several more minutes, and a score now of 200 to 250, he finally got a glimpse of it. It was hovering right by edge of the stands almost on the ground. Harry forced his broom into a steep dive that was matched soon by Cho Chang. She had a head start as she had been circling lower. Harry pulled along side her and they both leveled out as he reached out for the snitch. She slammed into him just as his hand closed around the little gold ball. Unfortunately he didn't have time to recover as he slammed into the stands. Luckily he was close to the ground already, but at his speed he still got scraped up badly.

He could here the announcer yelling that Gryffindor had won but was distracted by the feeling of warmth spreading under him as he lay on his side. He was bleeding freely from a deep cut that he received on his left thigh from a bolt sticking out of the stands. He could see several people running over towards him. Professor Snape was the first to get to him and quickly located the source of the bleeding and performed a healing spell that stopped the blood flow.

"Potter, you have lost a lot of blood. I'm going to float you to the hospital wing." He then pointed his wand at Harry. "Mobilacorpis"

When he arrived in the hospital wing Madame Pomphrey started hovering over him, cleaning and healing the rest of his scrapes. She ordered Snape to grab her several bottles of blood restorative potion. "Mister Potter you sure do end up here quite often." Harry just grinned weekly back at her.

"Well, the potions will speed the replacement of the blood you lost but you will be very week until that happens. Don't try to get up you will likely faint. You should be able to leave tomorrow morning."

Madam Pomphrey left Professor Snape to give Harry the potions. Harry managed to force down three bottles of the fowl liquid and Snape stood quickly to leave. As Professor Snape left, Harry swore he heard him whisper something that remarkably sounded like "great game."

After Harry had a short nap and ate a sandwich, Madam Pomphrey let Hermione and Ron in.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" Asked a tutting Hermione.

"I'm fine. I don't know why she's making me stay."

"Harry, you lost a lot of blood. You need to rest. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"Maybe you could bring me some of those books I've been reading." He replied with a grin.

Ron looked appalled, "You're gonna read a book? What is Hermione doing to you mate?"

Hermione sent Ron a glare, "Really Ron, maybe you should pick up a book every once in a while."

Hermione returned ten minutes later with some of the diaries. She left Harry to read as she left for the night.

Harry picked up where he left off with his reading. His parents had married right out of school and in this diary she was 19. He continued skimming through the entries. He would go back someday and reread the passages more carefully, but right now he needed answers. After reading several entries about how rough auror training is, he spotted the entry he had been looking for for two months.

"Madame Pomphrey, Madame Pomphrey", he shouted.

She ran in, "What's wrong, are you in pain?"

"No ma'am, I need to talk to Professor Snape. Can you send for him?"

"Mr. Potter, Professor Snape is a busy man. He will be upset if you interrupt him."

"Please, this is important."

"Very well" she threw some powder into the floo in her office and called out to the potions professor. Several minutes passed and he came walking in through the door. His robes billowing out behind him.

"This had better be important Potter."

"It is sir, I think I found something that might help explain the situation."

The professor nodded, closed the curtains around the bed and performed a silencing charm, taking the seat next to the bed he had sat in earlier to administer the potions.

"I've been searching my mom's diaries for any kind of clue to what might have happened. I would just let you read it but my mom charmed it so only certain people could."

"Go ahead Potter. I don't have all night."

Harry began reading the passage aloud. He wasn't sure how his professor was going to react.

February 3, 1980

It has been quite the day. I have been feeling

a bit off lately so I went to see a mediwitch

today. I have the most amazing news. I'm going

to be a mom. Yup, I'm pregnant. She said it's a

boy. I can't wait to tell James...

Snape interrupted coldly, "I don't want to hear all this nonsense. Get to the point."

Harry then skipped ahead a few lines ahead to please the professor.

I'm really worried about what to do with the baby's

appearance though. I'm good at charms, but I've never

changed a persons features before. And it will have

to be a very powerful charm at that. It will be

easiest if I just make him look more like James. I

don't know exactly how the charms were put on me when

I was a baby, so duplicating my looks will be rather

difficult. At least I know my eyes were originally mine.

Hopefully he'll have my eyes.

L.P.

When Harry was done reading the entry they both just sat there for several minutes deep in thought. Finally Harry broke the silence.

"So, if my mom had charms put on her as a baby, maybe she was a Snape..."

There was another couple of minutes of silence again. Snape appeared afraid to speak. His face was expressionless, but Harry knew what he might be thinking.

"Sir, did you make that same charm-revealing potion in your sixth year?"

The Professor seemed to snap out of it. His face paled with realization.

"Yes, Potter, we did. It must have been...." He trailed off.

"Sir, did you make it with a partner like my class did or did you look in the mirror afterward to see if it worked?"

"A mirror, how..."

"Professor, I think that's how she found out. She mentioned something about looking in a mirror back in her sixth year diary. I didn't understand what she was referring to. It was the next day that she..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence as the potions master let out a growl and tossed an empty beaker across the room.

"I need to speak with someone." With that he stormed out.

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