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^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^

Chapter 11 ~ Emotional Conflict, Part 1

Harry sat there, and waited.

What was he waiting for? He did not know, but he suspected he was trying, and failing, to calm the familiar sensation of anger and emotion welling inside his person. Something that this office had found out was not a good thing.

He could see Dumbledore and Lupin turning and looking to him for the reason of his silence. They were waiting for him to say something, but they were not encouraging him.

Harry just sat there.

He thought over what he had been told, and tried to find the words he could say to make his feelings clear.

"When, how, why –?"

"We have only pondered, but it is most likely that we are correct."

Harry sat and waited.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this before now?"

"I'm afraid that we did not want to cause any alarm or misfortune from telling you inaccurate beliefs."

"Why me?"

"That is something that no one on this Earth can ever answer."

Harry sat there and waited. Again.

He wanted to say something else, but –

"Potter! For Merlin's sake! Say something!" Hissed an angry voice from behind.

Harry and Lupin whipped round to confront Severus Snape, leaning against the wall, next to office door.

"How long have you been there?!" Demanded Harry, his anger popping.

"I have been here the whole time." He replied coolly. "Won't make a very good Auror, will you Po – "

"Severus, please sit." Interrupted Dumbledore, extending his hand quite forcefully.

Out of the four chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk, Snape took the one furthest from Harry and Lupin.

"Why is he here!?" Ranted Harry. "Why did you let him hear all that?"

"He knew it all, Harry. He has known for quite sometime." Said Dumbledore calmly.

"Why did he know? He doesn't need to know. He'd probably just tell Voldemort everything, anyway." He muttered.

"Harry, Professor Snape is part of the Order and on our side. I would hope you would support our members and the work that they do." Said Dumbledore quietly.

"What? Torturing wizards and witches, muggles and animals. That's really going to happen." His anger was building up, along with his sarcasm and uncaring qualities.

"Harry, Professor Snape has not been a Death Eater for many years. He has saved your life many a time, and you would do well to remember that." He was not angry, just patient.

Harry made no reply for a while until a shuffle from Lupin made him speak.

"Why is he here then?"

"He is here – "He stopped and looked at his hands.

"He – he is here to finalise your guardianship status."

"Why would he be needed for that?! When is somebody going to tell me what is going on and who my guardian is?!" Harry said maliciously.

"If you kept your uncivil tongue inside your head, maybe you could let us get a word in edgeways. You have been told everything, and yet you are too thick to understand that we do not know any more information. You think we know all the answers. You always were so arrogant, Potter!" Snapped Snape.

"You always were so evil and pigheaded." Snapped Harry.

"Stickled boy!"

"Troll!"

"Meddler!" "Grim!"

"Lyre!"

"Snake!"

The insults continued, both of them rising slowly, forgetting their wands and hands clenching menacingly.

"Just like your father!" Finished Snape, ready to stop and about to sit back down roughly.

"Just like your old master!" Spat Harry.

'Ha! That got him!' Thought Harry triumphantly.

It certainly did get him, Snape eyes flashed, and his wand was out within another millisecond.

The spell shot through the metre between them in a split second, but a blink before it hit Harry's chest, it was gone in a few sparks.

Harry blinked, not having time to have reacted at all.

He looked up at Snape, shocked at his actions.

"Attacking a student now, are we?! I'll show you!" He shouted, and ignoring the fact that Snape's spell hadn't worked, he raised his wand and was about to scream a spell, before he was shoved roughly back into his chair by a thin white haze. Seeing that the same had happened to Snape, his eyes shot to Dumbledore's calm face.

"Now, we shall begin this meeting again." He looked at the two of them, and smiled slightly. He let the tension and air settle down and gathered his poise.

"Harry, meet your guardian. Snape, meet your charge."

Harry just sat there.

And sat there.

And sat there.

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