A/N This is from Snape's POV. I think. Harry Snape, I mean. They'll alternate from here on out. Next chappie about Potter then Snape then Potter then Snape. You get the idea.
I woke up to find Hermione and Ron sitting by my side. And, members of the Gryff Quidditch team? That's weird.
"Alright there Harry?" Asked one of the Chasers. Always had a hard time telling those blokes apart. I grasped the idea that I would not get any answers as long as the Quidditch team was in the room so I mumbled something that got them out of the room.
"That was a nasty fall, Harry," Hermione stated as the door clicked shut. I stared at her, then and her and Ron's linked hands. What the hell was going on? She was my girlfriend and Ron was dating Blaise so what were they doing holding hands? I let that one go for a moment.
"Where's Dad?" I asked quickly. "And Blaise?" My Gryffie friends stared at me like I had gone crazy.
"Harry," Hermione began as if she was talking to a small child.
"It hasn't burned, has It?" I interrupted her. What was I saying? Of course It hadn't burned. He's dead. And besides, wouldn't mine burn, too?
"Harry," Hermione tried again.
"Are they okay? Blaise wasn't hurt, was she? Her dad got her didn't he? I don't know how. I mean we're at Hogwarts and she should have been safe here." I was rambling and I knew it. I was worried about Blaise. That girl has been worrying me for four years.
"Harry!" Ron yelled. I glared at him.
"What Ron?" I asked in my most pompous, Snape-like manner. Hermione answered.
"Your parents are dead, Harry," she whispered softly. Be still oh mine heart. I felt like someone had replaced my life-giving blood with liquid nitrogen. Yeah, that cold. And it hurt. Merlin, it hurt. Why didn't I go through the usual denial stage? Maybe because I knew that Hermione was telling the truth, and, in a way, she was. It was the truth as she believed it, and it was the truth in that place. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. I do that so much it's surprising I don't trip over myself. Back to describing how I felt when I learned that my father was dead. It was hell. Contradictory when I stated earlier that I was cold, but it's the truth. I don't like that word. It's really how I felt. Cold all over and at the same time hot all over. Hermione laid her hand on my arm.
"Harry?" She asked.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," I stated cheerfully. Yeah, I was that fucked up. I started laughing. Then the laughter became sobs. But no tears. I don't cry. Never have and never will. My friends had backed away from me during this. Apparently Harry doesn't act like this. Well, they summoned courage from somewhere and walked over to my bed. Ron put his arm on my shoulder.
"Mate?" He asked. I stopped all motion. That includes breathing. It freaked them out and they shouted for Pomfrey who started beating me on the back. I refused to give in and blacked out from lack of oxygen. Unfortunately, since my body could get oxygen, I was just not obtaining any for myself while awake, I started breathing again after I passed out. That means I woke up. I hadn't wanted to do that. Life for me was over and there was really no reason to live anymore. Or so I thought. I woke to find Dumbledore sitting by my bed. They must have really worried about me to send the Headmaster in to my bedside. I took one look at him and rolled over to face the wall.
"What's wrong, Harry?" I snorted at this.
"You know the answer so why bother ask the question." I didn't ask this. It wasn't meant to be a question. He didn't answer me. He was shocked by my response, I could tell that. Harry's not usually that blunt or even that bright.
"How did it happen?" I finally asked.
"Voldemort." I nodded. Who else could hurt him? Hurt me? Want to hurt both of us.
"When?"
"Halloween 1981. The same night your mother died and you survived the Killing Curse, leaving the Dark Lord bodiless." This caught my attention. My mother was murdered that night and the man thought to be my father died also, but my father lived. He wasn't even there. Then I remembered what my father had explained to me as soon as I was old enough to understand. Lily Snape posed as the wife of James Potter to be safe. To keep me safe. For my father was a Death-Eater spy and lived a dangerous life. Voldemort went after Potter because he was an Auror and dangerous. That meant he also wanted Potter's 'son'. My mother had died because she tried to protect me.
My father felt Voldemort's demise and intuitively knew what had happened. He Apparated to the house and got me out of there. My name was legally changed (again) and I have lived as his son ever since. What if he had never gotten there? What if Lily Evans really had been the wife of James Potter? It seems as though I had stumbled onto the 'what if'. Now I needed to find out if Severus Snape was my father in this alternate universe and how to get back to my own world. Because if I was here, where was Harry Potter? And, if everything, and everyone, is the same except for that one fact, Dad would have been a git to everyone, especially the son of James Potter. Harry Potter was in for a bit of a nasty shock.
As I mused, Dumbledore had left. I spotted my robes and grabbed them, slipping them on. I almost didn't notice it, but there it was, the Gryffindor House Prefect Badge. Bloody hell. Potter really was a 'good' guy. I quickly made my way to the Library. It was the only place I would find some answers, and the potion I needed. Yes, I take after my father in that area. Potions is my strongest area. Defense, I later learned, is Potter's. I found the potion I would need to discover my lineage, or, at least the lineage of Potter. It seems I was stuck in his body, as I had discovered earlier while passing a mirror. It upset me that I was an almost carbon copy of James Potter. Except for my eyes. My mother's eyes. Gone was the silky hair that was so black it was red in certain lighting. Gone were the tapered fingers and tall, lanky frame. Instead I had short black hair that was everywhere. I wasn't exactly short, but I wasn't very tall, either. Rather than being lanky, I was all skinny. A stick. Potter really needed to work out. Bulk up a bit and then he would look all in proportion. Since I look like Potter, I probably also had his blood and any strange quirks that he might have. Like recurring nightmares, but I'm used to them. I'm not so used to them without the help of my father's potions, but once again I am getting ahead of myself. Luckily I only needed to steal a few ingredients from my father's private stores to make the lineage potion. Hopefully, the Severus Snape in this world used the same wards as the Severus Snape in my world.
As I did not know the password to Gryffindor Tower and thought it would be weird if someone saw the House Prefect trying to guess the password, I decided to stay in the Library until someone found me. And until that happened, I could look for a way to get home. I miss my father, and Blaise, too. I hope she's okay. Hermione interrupted my thoughts and admonished me for disappearing without telling anyone where I was going. It seemed she had forgotten the way I had acted earlier. Seemed being the key word. I checked out a couple books that looked like they contained information useful to getting me the hell out of this nightmare and let Hermione lead me quietly back to the Common room.
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