James looked at his son as he spoke with his friends, assuring them that he would

be along shortly. Harry then turned to look at him, his bag hanging off of one shoulder.

"Harry, I know you don't want to believe it, but I am our father and I would like to

have a chance to get to know you."

Harry looked at him disbelievingly. "That you are the mirror image of my father, I

cannot deny. And the fact that Dumbledore himself supports you helps your cause." His

son told him calmly, all the while looking into the professor's eyes. "I have had all night to

think on what your coming means and have come to the conclusion, that you indeed sired

me 16 years ago. I will not consider you, however, my father."

James looked at him with sorrow. He did not dare to hope that he stood a chance of

having his son back. "Let us meet tomorrow after dinner." James suggested. Harry raised

his eyebrow to a height James had not though possible. "We can talk, maybe get use to

each other. It wasn't easy for me, you know when I heard that you were alive."

Harry's mocking expression vanished as surprise replaced it. "Where have you been

these last 15 years, the north pole? Everyone in Britain knows that I was the one to

vanquish Voldemort and had survived."

"I was in America. I never heard the rumors." James told him quietly.

Incredulity replaced his surprise as Harry said: "But, you were there that night! I know

you were! Don't try to excuse yourself, I've heard my mother's screams and your words far

too often to believe any lies you might say." With that Harry turned and left a bewildered

man behind.

The potions classroom was as dark and damp as it always was, and just as silent.

Looking onto the chalkboard, Harry read step three and put his minced frog liver into the

boiling cauldron he and Hermione shared.

"What did he want?" Hermione asked.

"He wants to get to know me." Harry said, keeping his voice down so that the curious

students in NEWT potions wouldn't be able to understand him.

"Would that be so bad?" She pointed out. "You have wanted to know your parents

ever since I have known you, now you have the chance, take it Harry."

"What is going on here, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger?" Both teenagers jerked their heads

up to see Professor Snape towering over them, a glower on his face.

"Nothing Professor." Harry said quietly. "Just discussing whether our potion had the

right color or not."

"Well, Mr. Potter, I can assure you that it does not." Snape snarled.

"Well, Professor Snape," Harry didn't know what made him say this, but it was too

late to turn back now. "If you would look more closely, you would see that I have just

added minced frog liver, but not yet the dandelion stems. As this is a highly explosive

potion when not made correctly, the potion changes color as each ingredient is added. At

this stage of the potion, the color is suppose to be red. If you would watch carefully, I will

add the dandelion stems and my potion will turn blue, indicating that it is nearly finished at

which point it will turn green from the stirring which is then necessary." Everyone in the

room leaded over their own cauldrons, watching, as though bewitched, the interplay

between the Professor and the boy-who-lived.

With a slight glance into the Professor's confounded face, Harry tipped the stems into

his cauldron and immediately started to stir quickly. As predicted, the potion turned blue

and after a few minutes green. Harry quickly filled two vials with the green sleeping

draught and took the cauldron off of the fire so that it would not burn. Then he waited for

the potions teacher to speak.

Snape stared at the boy in confused amazement. It seemed that Potter junior had

lost his animosity and gained sarcasm. The latter was quite a slight for those who were

inattentive, but to the professor, and apparently Hermione he saw by the intense look in

her eyes, just having Harry explain what went on with the potion screamed of pent up

frustration and sarcasm.

"Well done Potter." He said. "Five points for Gryffindor." Gasps of surprise sounded

throughout the room from both houses. Snape smiled slightly. "However, ten points will be

deducted for your belief of being better." Gasps of indignation now sounded from the few

Gryffindors in the room. Harry just stared into the professor's eyes and raised an eyebrow

as though to say: "Was that the best excuse you can come up with?"

It was time to have a talk with the boy's father.

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