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Windows To The Soul
Chapter Two - Similarities
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I was down waiting down in my potions classroom for news of Har-Potter's condition. I had left the Hospital Wing unable to stand the tension there.
For some reason I felt an unexplainable sense of guilt. It was foolish, I know, why should I feel guilty? I was the one who got Ha-Potter out of there, but I still felt it.
I suppose one of the reasons I feel this guilt is because of how I treated him in class. I had always though that Harr-Potter had been treated like a hero, a king, by his relatives, when in reality, his childhood was much worse than even mine.
Yes, my childhood was bad. My father was abusive. He was the one responsible for my Mother's death. I was there when it happened.
-------Flashback-------
I was sitting in the corner, tear streaming down my face. I was 15 years old, and I knew I should have been able to defend myself from him, but I couldn't.
My Father had just finished beating me, and I saw him turn to my Mother.
"Woman! Get me a drink!" he ordered her.
My Mother, for the first time in years, refused.
"No! I won't! I've always given you enough chances Charles, but that was the last straw!" she said shrilly.
I knew she was talking about what my Father had just done. He had beaten me so badly he had broken my arm and several ribs for getting a B in one subject.
I looked to my Mother. Surely she had no idea about what she was doing. She was openly defying him, and he was going to hurt her for it, and I could do nothing.
"What woman?!" he demanded. "Dare you defy me?"
"I refuse to stand by and watch you do this to our son!" my Mother screamed at him.
At this point I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch what was happening. I wished I could close my ears to the sound of my Father hitting my Mother, and her final scream.
I opened my tear-filled eyes after that and saw my Mother lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood, and my Father standing over her with a bloody kitchen knife.
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I was snapped out of my reminiscing by Albus. I saw the look on his face, and instantly knew who it was about - Harry.
"What is it?" I asked nervously, not entirely sure I would like the answer.
"Harry is going to be okay. He should be waking in a few minutes," Albus said calmly as I rushed past him and up to the Hospital wing.
As I arrive and Albus only a few second behind me, I approach Harry bed. His eyes flicker, and he opens them, peering up at Albus and me.
"I know I spend a lot of time in the Hospital Wing, but isn't this a little premature, even for me?" he asked jokingly, whilst his breathing heavily.
I smile, glad he's well enough to make a joke, feeble as it may be.
"Still the same Gryffindor, Potter?" I ask before stalking out of the Hospital Wing, glad that he's okay, my cloak billowing behind me.
Later that evening my thoughts kept drifting back to Potter. All this time I had though things about him, and now I had found out they weren't true.
Now that I thought about it, there were similarities between the two of us. Both of parents were dead was one. Both of us had abusive relatives. Both of our mothers died to protect us. Both of us - well, have a lot in common, but I shan't go into them yet.
Now that I thought about it, Harry isn't as much like James Potter as everyone thought, as I thought.
His eyes are definitely Lily's, being emerald green like hers, and his hair too is different from James'. It has a slightly auburn tint to it when it's in the light, whereas his father's was jet black, with no tint in it. It's also straighter than James', more like Lily's, but still incredibly messy.
His facial features are very similar to his father's too, but they are different. They're more defined, sharper. His skin is paler than James' too, even though that could be due to the amount of time he's spent in the sun recently.
Now that I think about it, it appears that he's changed quite a bit over the short time since the end of the school year, since the death of Black.
He no longer looks so much like James Potters' son, and more like Lily Potter'sson. It's shocking really how much he's changed.
A/N: So, what do you think? I got a bit more in about Snape's past. I hope to get more in about it, and some about what happened to Harry.
Gatogirl1: *blushes* Was that last chapter really that good? I actually wrote that a little while ago. 'Piss off' is two words, but yah, is good word. I'm not really too sure when about in the summer this is, but I thinks it's about the middle, so Dumbledore would have arrived back at school to start preparing for the next school year. I've not decided about where Harry'll be staying in the future, but it couldn't be with Sirius. Impossible.
Fen: Heehee! His childhood. I got more about it in. More shall follow. Or at least, I hope it shall. I shall make everyone feel sorry for poor li'l Sevvie-Snape because of how bad his childhood was!