Disclaimer: I'm getting so sick of writing that harry potter's not mine and I'm getting no galleons from writing this angsty little piece
AN: like I said, this is an alternate universe sorta. If I were a betterer writer I'd be able to figure this out better. Let me know of any inconsistencies and I'll attempt to fix them. Btw, for those of you who have read ootp, you realize why I've written harry so annoying. It's b/c he IS, damn it. If you haven't read ootp, you need to, b/c you'll understand this all so much better. Just fyi, was having a IM convo with fellow fanfic writer Faber Wolffe while writing this (THANKS FOR THE HELP) and coined this nice phrase: "snape is just one huge fluffy ball of sarcastically sexy angst." Must make a bumper sticker…
Those first few weeks were torture. Though I hated to admit it, I saw so much of myself in the lad. Ironic that Lily's son was so like me… yet so like his father! Though he acted as if he thought I were the spawn of Satan, his thoughts betrayed him. I saw that Legilmency classes were torture for him, as they had been for me. The boy began to warm up to me ever so slightly. Then he saw… the incident concerning the Marauders and the briefs. Of course, the ONE day I had to wear briefs, and it was in front of Lily. The fact that she even WANTED to build the treehouse with me after that says a lot about her… I made sure the boxer briefs were on from that day forth! But I digress. I should not have reacted the way I had. The lad obviously wanted to know more about me; I was his 'godfather' chuckles for God's sake. Nevertheless, any father-son feelings he may have had for me vanished. The house was quieter than it had been before Harry had come. It was only then that I dared show him more of the past.
"Harold, please come here."
Stomping into the room, "You only call me that because you think it makes me angry."
"Ah yes, but what you fail to remember is that I KNOW that I makes you angry. Your thoughts betray you, Harold."
Jibes at the boy were so much fun then. As weird as it sounds, making people squirm has always been a bit of a larf for me. "Potter, I know things have been strained between us lately, but you must know that it was very difficult for me to know that you had seen those events."
"Well, instead of storming out like a spoiled brat and slacking off on your JOB, you could have let me apologize!"
deeeeep breath "I know it was probably disturbing for you to see your father in such a light. I would like to make things right again. If I may."
Snape removed the Pensieve from a drawer in his Potion's closet. Placing the wand near his temple, he pulled out a shimmery, silver, nearly-as-shiny-as-his-raven-hair memory and placed in the Pensieve. "Harry, please. It's important that you see this."
Yule Ball, 1976
Harry watched as his mother walked into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to freshen herself up. Her then waist length hair was curled into separated ringlets held back from her face by a silver tiara. Her emerald robes of watered-down silk matched her tear-filled eyes.
"Damned Slytherins. Why did everyone just stand there while THEY called me those horrible things? MUDBLOOD!!?! Are they so dumb as to not realize that all wizards and witches nowadays are half-blood at best?" The door burst open. Lily pulled out her wand from the folds of her sleeve.
"Lily?? You better be in here, because this is the ONLY girl's bathroom I haven't braved."
"I'm here, Severus…" "Severus," Harry wondered. Why not JAMES? Then Harry saw something he could have gone through his whole life without seeing: his mother bursting into tears. Her whole body contorted with silent sobs. Snape quickly strode towards her, Harry supposed with the intent to comfort her, when suddenly Lestrange, Rosier, and Wilkes stormed in, lead by Bellatrix. Snape's body twisted with rage as he threw himself at them. Lucky for the both of them, it was just enough movement to catch the four Death Eaters off guard. Lily pointed her wand, Severus dove out of the way, and she bellowed "CONTURBO!!" Harry smiled: his mother was known for her hexes. All of the Death Eater's movements became stilted. It was as if they would step right when they meant to step left, and vice versa. The hex usually lasted ten minutes. It was long enough for Severus to grab Lily and heave her out bathroom door. Harry faintly heard a Splash and a giggle, and knew Myrtle must be having some fun with them… He almost said "Go Myrtle!" aloud, but figured Snape might hit him at this point. He continued watching. He saw his father race down the hall.
"SNAPE, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO HER???"
"First, absolutely nothing. Second, I don't see why it bothers you so much, Potter. You've never showed any concern for Lily's well being before."
"Shut up, Snivellus. Lily, has he hurt you??"
"Like he says, why do you even care James?"
"Because… It wasn't right what they did to you back in the Great Hall."
"Oh really? Nice of you to wait until after the fact to state that."
James is noticeably uncomfortable, "As long as your alright, Lily."
"I'm fine, James. Though belated, I suppose I should thank you for your concern. Good night."
Harry watched his father slowly walk away from the two. As he rounded the corner, Lily burst into another spat of tears. Severus put his arm around her, and he slowly walked her in the direction of Gryffindor tower. The image became obscured as Snape mixed the contents of the bowl with his wand, pulled out his memory, and replaced it delicately to its home.
Obviously trying to hide his welling tears, Harry whispered, "Exactly why did you show me this, Snape."
"So you could see, Potter, I'm not the completely evil person you perceive me as being. It was this incident that caused your mother to make me your godfather. She said that any Slytherin that was willing to help a 'Mudblood' Harry flinched during the rise of the Death Eaters was a perfect choice for your Godfather. James had fancied your mother for years, as you could see by his actions. They started dating soon after this…
heavy sarcasm"Oh, so was THAT when you joined the Death Eaters?"
This child senses more than his own good… How many of the Dark Lord's memories had been subconsciously instilled in the boy??
"It's time for bed, Potter."
AN: yay yay that's done. So much closer to the chapter that's eating away at my brain. Hope y'all enjoy. As usual, please R/R!