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Chapter 18: The Proper Progeny

The next morning, Harry awoke with a blistering headache and watery eyes. He sat up in his bed slowly and wiped at his eyes. He grabbed his glasses, which he laid down on the table next to the bed earlier that morning.

The door opened just as he was putting on his glasses. Professor Snape stood there staring at him. He held several bottles of what looked to be like potions.

"You can take these, if you want," Harry was about to ask what they were, but Snape beat him to it, "These will help you with the pain in your leg when it occurs. I probably should have warned you before hand, but it's a little late now, now isn't it?"

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Snape sat down in a wooden chair the he brought over to the bed from across the room, "You know, Mr. Potter, this occurred to me last night," Damn the bloody headache to hell, "Why am I helping my enemies son?"

"Damn it! Don't any of you understand?" Harry fumed, "I don't have a father. Nor will I ever."

Snape merely stared at him before an eyebrow rose, "Well now, at least you're not on his side…but, yes, Mr. Potter, you do have a father. Let me rephrase that…you did have a father, and he loved you. But he's dead now thanks to You-Know-Who."

Harry gave him one of those looks, "Um…no. I'm going to have to say I don't know. Would you mind explaining, please?"

"Your parents are dead because of Dumbledore. I thought you knew."

"No, I don't know anything, because I didn't care to know."

"Would you care to listen then, this time?"

Harry shrugged, "Fine…"

"Dumbledore knew about you…he knew you would be a great wizard…even greater than him one day. He knew because of your parents, they were both great wizards. Two of the best," Snape sneered, "And as Aurors, they knew they were the best. And Dumbledore got scared."

"Professor Dumbledork got scared? Of me?"

Snape rolled his eyes, "Don't get too happy about it, that's why he's after you, remember. At least that's what Tom and I think.

"He set your parents into a trap. I don't know the whole story. No one really does, Tom and I found out what he did, though."

"But all those times I was with him…he could of killed me then…but he didn't."

"He's not stupid, Potter. He would try to get you out of the school before he does it. There are too many eyes in the school, including the paintings."

"I see…but what about the Transfiguration…thingy…"

"What the bloody hell are you babbling about now, Potter?"

"I have to leave school then to go get it."

"Get what? You're not making any sense, whatsoever."

Harry took a deep breath. Damn the headache, "Professor Dumbledore said that there were dark wizards after me to get this 'Transfiguration device'…" Snape stopped him before he could go on any further.

"What a load of bull. I can't believe you fell for that. He's trying to get you out of the school, don't you get it?"

"Now I do! Geez, but what about the dreams?"

"What dreams?"

"Never mind…"

"I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"You're very persistent, aren't you?" Harry sighed. Snape said nothing, "These…these dreams I've been having of my Grandmother, Elenorum…she's running from something and she goes down into the basement of Godric's Hollow and hides this 'Transfiguration divice' behind some kind of… cellar door. I don't understand it myself, but Dumbledork was kind enough to explain to me."

"What did he say?" Snape sat back in his chair with his hands relaxed on his lap.

"He said that the dream was her memories given to me…and that this scar was a memory…"

"Tell me you didn't believe that…Please, Potter, if there is any dignity, whatsoever, left in you, you'll say that you didn't believe that. I need to hear these words…"

Harry coughed a little and put on a small, nervous smile, "Well…I didn't at first…"

"Bloody hell, Potter," He jumped up from his seat, "That's just it…you have no dignity."

"He's very persuasive. He must have had this all planned out…must have."

"Of course he has. He's been waiting for you for years to enter Hogwart's and get at you. He may be well worn when it comes to story writing, but the old coot makes everything fit just right. So, of course he's persuasive."

"Yes, let's go ahead and make Harry feel worse than he already is. Let's rub it in his face. That's right, let's kick him when he's already down. That'll make him feel better."

"Watch your tongue with me, Mr Potter. This isn't about you and me, it's about your father and me. We were horrible rivals, to tell you the truth. And I hated him…I hated everything about him. And when I found out that he had a son, I knew that the boy would turn out to be the same…"

"Well, did I, because I'll let you in on a little secret… I wouldn't know."

Snape was taken aback by this, "You have your father's mouth, and you look quite the same, but other than that…no… No, in fact, you two are quite different."

"Then why are you mad at me? I did nothing to you. Why do you hate me so much?"

"If you think that I hate you now, then you have no idea. You've seen me in class. You know how I treat the Gryffindors…that's hate. Especially that Weasley."

"Then…you don't hate me?" Harry sat back in the bed against the headboard.

Snape sighed in defeat, "No, Mr. Potter. I do not hate you. In fact, in a way, I'm proud of you. But don't go getting your hopes up. As a Professor, it's my duty to be tough on you, even if you are the Heir of Slytherin."

"You know about that?" Harry's eyes widened.

"Do I? Dear boy, Tom won't shut up more than five minutes about it. But, even if he never said anything about it…I would have know. I was a Slytherin, myself, once. Hell, I'm the Head of Slytherin…I know everything about my students."

"Oh," Harry nodded, "But I don't understand…what's so great about being the Heir of Slytherin? And how come I didn't get that…mark…you know…the one on everyone's wrist."

"What's so great about it?? You are one of the most powerful of wizards. Well, you will be once you get your training finished. You're the heir of Salazar Slytherin. He and Godric Gryffindor were the two most powerful wizards of those times. One day you'll understand…you'll see.

"As for that mark. It's nothing, really…well, not anymore. It was a way for Salazar to keep an eye on those who claimed their loyalty to him. It was quite useful, however, only for that era. After that, it was used to pretty much honor him and his teachings. Why you didn't get it, though, is because you're the heir. I would have though you'd figure that out, but you really are dimwitted," he shrugged, "Frankly, I don't know how it works. It has to do with you being the heir though. You'd have to ask your uncle about that one."

Harry only nodded. Well, it answered his question. He was just disappointed that he couldn't get one, himself.

"Any other questions?" Harry shook his head, "Riddle should be back sometime this afternoon."

"Alright. Thanks." Snape stood and walked to the door.

"And Draco wants to visit…I said that is was up to you, and that I'd ask."

"I thought you said that no one was allowed in?"

"Draco's an exception since he is my godson," he stated in a matter-of-factly tone, "Besides, he's a good kid. Though, it strikes me to find that his best friend turns out to be Harry Potter."

Harry ignored that last sentence and nodded, "Yes, sir. I'd like it if Draco could visit."

"Right then, I won't be here if you need anything. I have classes to teach, so you might as well take those potions now and get some rest." Snape pointed out, "But you know that you all have the afternoons off on Fridays, so Draco can visit after lunch."

Harry nodded and without another word, Snape left and Harry did as he was told.

End of Chapter 18