Disclaimer: HP isn't mine, yadda yadda yadda, just read and respond.
Author's Note: This takes place in the middle of Yr. 5
Polyjuice Potion. Its evil subtleties fascinate me. Stupid Potter. He didn't even feel me pull those hairs off of his robe. What sweet irony. Potter steals ingredients from ME to make a Polyjuice Potion to gain even more unneeded fame, and then I use the same potion to get him. To get Her. To have Lily again. Padfoot should never have visited him at the train station. Won't he feel stupid when he realizes what an unfortunate mistake he has made. My month of labor has paid off. But is drinking the few hairs from Sirius' head worth it? YES. Lily is worth all.
He drank the potion; soon he is staring at the sallow complexion of famed killer Sirius Black. Ha, as if Sirius would have killed those innocent Muggles. But, the stupidity of the masses had been worth it: Sirius had rotted away in Azkaban, as could be seen from the form he now gazed upon. TOO BAD THEY DIDN'T SUCK YOUR SOUL OUT, PADFOOT…
He had sent an owl to Harry from "Snuffles," telling him of his upcoming visit. He had instructed Harry not to tell anyone else of this special visit, because knowing that irritating Granger, she'd be able to see through his ruse. Casting a spell on the fire, he prepared to speak to Harry. He had been smart enough to save some of Longbottom's sorry Sleeping Draught and had dropped some of it into Umbridge's goblet during dinner. With any luck, the mixture will kill the overgrown Pepto-Bismal-clad HAG. If nothing else, it will keep her out of the fires for just long enough.
"Harry? "
"Sirius! You know Umbridge is watching the fires! What was so important?"
"Harry, you must listen to me, and you MUST believe what is say. I am not your real Godfather."
"Funny Sirius. So what's so important?"
"BE QUIET AND LISTEN TO ME!" Harry's face fell. Apparently, Sirius has never yelled at the lad. I must be more careful. "I begged Dumbledore to allow me to reveal myself to you as your godfather. You know how much I loved your parents, especially James. If I have to go much farther with this sappiness, I'll vomit! You're the last part of your father left in the world, and I felt I owed it to him to raise you as he and Lily yes Lily would have."
"But Sirius, who else would my parents have picked for my godfather. I mean, the only person left would have been Remus, and you could have been around me with him as my godfather."
"Harry, Remus is not your godfather. I wish he were. I'm sick of spewing these lies. One it is painful to say such rot, and two I am sick of all the lies. All this would be much simpler if that were the case."
"Well if not Remus, then who?"
"Snivel…" I can't bring myself to say it out loud. "Snape."
"WHAT?!?!?" I suppose such a reaction is expected. Not welcome, but still expected.
"Yes. It was to have been me. But for some reason your mother insisted it be Snape. Some reason indeed. I'd have love to see the look on Harry's face if I had told him the truth: that it was because she love me like she never loved your father. James never trusted Snape, so he was quite reluctant. I know that he would have preferred I take care of you after his death than Snape, and Snape didn't seem to care anything about you If Harry only knew how much he cared for Lily… him…, so I thought it was best for you if we told you that I was your Godfather."
"Sirius.., why are you telling me all of this"
"Because if something happens to me because of the order which being the reckless dolt that Black is I'm sure will happen I want you to know that Snape will be there for you."
"Yeah, as much as he is there for me now. You know, he took five points from Gryffindor because I gave him a dirty look?? He made fun of NEVILLE's parents. What kind of horrible thing could do that??
Snape could not help but wince at Harry's words.
"Look, I told Snape that I was going to tell you this. Things might start to change from here on out."
"Oh, so instead of failing me in Potions, reading my mind in Occlumency, and watching my every move, he'll suddenly be dear ol' Dad?? I'd bloody LOVE to see that."
How will I ever get through to this child? "Harry, it's getting late, so I'm going to let you go to sleep. … … I love you, Harry."
And without letting Harry respond, he vanished from the fireplace.