Disclaimer:(In the words of Yoda) Own Harry Potter, I do not.
A/N: Again I apologize about the late date this is getting to you, but I do have some good news, I have a computer of my own! I no longer have to wait for my brother to abandon his! It is pretty old (it has a turbo button and tape drive) but it will work until I can get linux on it and connect it to my brother's, so that I can access his programs (this thing does not even have Word, and can't run photoshop or frontpage).Anyway, the good news for you is that now I can allocate an hour or two (depending on my homework load) before I go to bed to writing. And while this story is on the verge of being completed, I am forming ideas for another, and I will try my very best to update it on a regular basis.
A small reminder of the last chapter:
Voldemort drew his wand and pointed it a Severus, who stood tall and uttered but three words, "Long live Dumbledore" before falling to the ground under the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
OK, on to the story!
Slowly the fog in my head begins to reside, although the dizziness does not go away as easily. From what I can see, I am in the large room in Voldemort's dungeon. I try to move, but the combination of my dizziness and sore body prevent that. I hear footsteps behind me and look up to see Voldemort looking down at me. He walks away to his chair and seats himself, motioning with his arm. Someone from behind me lifts me up, and I have no doubt of who it is. Lucius is the only one brave enough, or stupid enough, to volunteer to kill one of Voldemort's former.
"Severus Snape, you are charged with spying for the light, how do you plead.?" Voldemort says in a mocking tone. I just look at him, there is no way I can come back from this alive. "We can do this the easy way..." Lucius drops me to the floor, "or the hard way." I pull myself off the ground the best I can, and stand as tall as my bones will allow. If I am going to die, I will give neither Voldemort nor Lucius the satisfaction of seeing me fall. The next thing I know, Lucius kicks me in the ribs, which sends me right back to the ground, trying to catch my breath. I faintly hear Voldemort's voice, and suddenly pain sears through my body. I am sure this is the end, but just before the pain knocks me unconscious again, Voldemort stops the curse. Lucius holds me up, and Voldemort walks over and looks me right in the face.
"I do hope you know I have your life in my hands." I smirk and manage to say,
"I do hope you know I couldn't care less." He laughs.
"I think you will start caring, I also determine the fate of your son." This makes my blood boil. Despite the pain, I lunge at him, and try my best to hit him, but my efforts are easily thwarted. "Yes, I know. I am surprised you kept it a secret this long, especially from him. But the time draws near that he shall know, as well as the rest of the world, and what a shock that will be. A loyal follower of the Dark Lord the father of..." Before he can finish, I again try to attack him. I hear Lucius running after me, but I send him flying the opposite way. Before I can get to him, Voldemort throws a powerful Cruciatus Curse at me, which immediately knocks me to the ground. When the curse is finally taken off, I hear Voldemort across the room, probably seated again.
"You know, I had high hopes for you, you were to be my second in command; but you threw it all away, and for that you will suffer." I sit up, but just barely, and have to hold on to keep from falling over.
"Then go ahead and kill me." At this Voldemort grins, a very malicious grin, one that I have seen only once, and wished never to see again.
"Oh, I will kill you, but only after you outlive your usefulness."
Seri walked slowly down the halls. Since Severus' disappearance, she had to take over his position, since she was the only person available who knew enough about the subtle science exact art that is potion making. She sighed, she did not know if she could take much more of this stalemate; no raids, or any sign of Severus. Something major was about to happen, she could feel it, and so could the students, she noticed as a group of fifth years hurried silently past her. As she rounded the corner to the classroom, she noticed the door was wide open, and faint sounds of breaking glass came from inside. Expecting to find a group of students (or even just twins) making a mess of the ingredients, she was throughly shocked to see the silhouette of an adult in the storeroom. Curiosity compelling her onward, she drew her wand and advanced into the classroom. She was able to get as far as the storeroom door, when she was thrown across the room. She picked herself up carefully, wary of a gash across her left cheek, and turned to face her attacker, only to find a wand in her face, and behind it a very familiar glare. She could have cried with joy! She rushed towards him, but he jumped back and looked at her as if she were poisonous. For a second their eyes locked, and it was then that she realized what was wrong. But she did not have time to voice her concern, as a second later she was lying stiffly on the floor.
Severus watched the girl fall with a satisfied smirk, but the voice chastised him.
Fool! I told you to kill her, not bind her! No matter, we must get Potter before Dumbledore gets to you. No doubt he already knows you are here, meddlesome old fool.
'Yes, master, he should be leaving Quiddach practice about now.' Severus stalked off towards the field.
Hermione trudged down towards the dungeons with her arms full of books. She really liked helping Neville, and was now debating on whether or not she should become a professor when she graduated. After nearly dropping her books (five different times) she arrived at Professor Snape's classroom. She noticed the door was slightly ajar, and was about to push it open when she heard voices inside, very angry voices. She should have left then, she knew she should have, but something compelled her to stay, so she did, though she had no idea why. Inside, the voices continued to argue.
"I should have listened to Sirius! I don't know how I could have trusted him."
"Remus, calm down. We do not know that he has truly gone back. Think about all the potions he made you, potions he could have poisoned."
"That would have been a little obvious, don't you think?"
"Albus, Remus, please! This is not a question of his loyalties, it is..." She was cut off by Remus.
"Not a question of his loyalties? Seri, he attacked you!"
"And could have just as easily killed me!"
"And don't you think he would have if he were under the Imperious Curse?"
Albus cleared his throat "That is true Remus, if he were indeed under the Imperious Curse he would have killed Seri without hesitation, but it is also true that he never would have attacked her were he in his own mind. So there is only one solution, Imperiore."
"That is a very complicated spell" Seri said, "but I certainly wouldn't put it past Voldemort"
"Severus would have easily been able to throw off the Imperious Curse, but Imperiore is much stronger, and takes a great deal of time, which would explain why he remained missing." commented Albus thoughtfully. "Yes, that is all good and well, but we do have Harry to think about." Remus sighed "If Voldemort did find out about Harry, then there is no doubt that he is the reason Severus was sent here."
"Severus would never hurt Harry consciously or unconsciously. He managed not to kill me, why would Voldemort take a chance on Severus purposely missing him. He is his son after all." Hermione gasped and dropped the books she was holding. Of course! No wonder Draco was being so cocky, he must have found out! She ran as fast as she could, deaf to the insistent hollers of the professors behind her. She arrived in the common room completely out of breath. Ron came up to her and she had to hold on to him for support as she tried to catch her breath.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Ha...Harry! Where's Harry?"
"He went to with Snape just after practice, said there was something he needed to talk to Snape about." Hearing a growl, the two turned to see the professors standing inside the doorway, Remus looking all the world like the werewolf he was.
"Imperiore or no, I am going to kill that evil git!"
Severus rolled over on the hard concrete and tried his best to look around, but the only light that penetrated came under the door from a torch a little ways down the hall. He could just make out the huddled form of Harry on the far wall, and tried his best to crawl over to him. He made it inches away, but could not go farther, his body being forced beyond what pain it could take. He passed out.
Harry looked over to see Snape desperately trying to get to him, but Harry, his leg having been broken in several places, could only watch Severus' struggle. As Severus neared Harry, he fell over and did not move. Harry was afraid for a second that Severus might be dead, but he could just hear his shallow breathing. Though his body protested, very painfully, Harry slid over to where Snape lie, sitting within easy reach. Harry wouldn't usually get this close to anyone, let alone Snape, but that place, it seemed to suck the happiness out of you, but not as apparent like the dememtors, more like the look and feel just knocked all hope out of a person's soul. Harry sat staring into the darkness, tired beyond belief but unwilling to close his eyes even for a second.
It seemed hours before Snape woke again, and he jumped before he realised it was Harry who was sitting beside him. He immediately scooted back from him and looked away, knowing what had to be said, but fearing the conversation none-the-less.
"Harry, I have some things I need to talk with you about." He averted his eyes from Harry's, not wanting to meet the boy's gaze. "First, you should know that this evening, I was not completely myself.."
"I know sir, Voldemort told me." Severus sighed, he did not even want to think about what all Voldemort did to Harry during their 'meeting'.
"Also...well...not everything you know about your family is correct."Severus paused, not sure how to word the revelation. Harry only nodded.
"So it is true." Severus looked curiously at him. "I...well I had a dream about a meeting between you and Voldemort." Severus sighed, at least it made the telling a little easier.
"Your mother and I dated while we were at school, and were even engaged to be married. A few months before the wedding, she had a premonition about me as a Death Eater. She left me the next day, refusing to put her unborn child in that kind of danger. So that she would not have to explain what happened to the entire wizarding community, James agreed to pick up the marriage where we left off, and go about the rest of it as though it were they that were engaged the entire time. On the day you were born, Lilly put some complicated charms on you, to make sure you looked like James. I was angry when she left, and decided I would be just what I was working against. It was months later when I finally came to my senses, but I was in too deep. There was a raid set for that night that would mean the removal of a major obstacle in Voldemort's quest for power, you. I went to tell Dumbledore, but when I finally got the information to him, it was too late. I swear Harry, If I could go back and change things, I would put myself in your parents place...but I can't.
Severus looked at Harry, expecting anger, doubt, anything but what he receive from those deep green eyes, understanding.
I did not ask to be here today,
I had no choice in the matter.
Why must everything happen to me?
The world cares no for the latter.
People take me the way they see me,
Why can't they understand?
I am more than the scar I wear,
After all, I'm only human.
You see all the courageous acts
That I accomplish year after year.
I've battled a baslisk, a troll, a dragon,
I fight he that is most feared.
Voldemort murdered my parents,
But failed to murder me.
He changed my life that fateful day,
The Boy Who Lived I came to be.
Since then I've stayed with my relatives
And came to be their slave.
And for more than fourteen years now
That's how I've had to behave.
There are people who think I enjoy this,
They don't know what I go through.
Most every night when I close my eyes
I dream about You-Know-Who.
And know you tell me that your my father,
That my life has been a lie.
Why couldn't you have told me before
When I thought my parents had died?
But how would my life have been
With you caring for me?
Would you have been a good father,
Or worse than the Dursleys?
I did not ask for any of this,
It's all out of my hands.
Why couldn't I have had a choice?
Nobody will understand.
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I did not ask to be here today,
I had no choice in the matter.
Why must everything happen to me?
The world cares not for the latter.
People take me the way they see me,
Why can't they understand?
I am more than the mark I wear,
After all, I am only human.
You see all the spineless acts
That I did in my younger years.
I've murdered, tortured, and done things
That now brings me to tears.
Voldemort taught me these things
But failed to fully convert me.
He changed my life one fateful day,
A Death Eater I came to be.
Since then I've done things I regret,
And came to be his slave;
But for more than fourteen years now
I've learned to control how I behave.
There are people who think I enjoy this,
They don't know what I go through.
Every time that I close my eyes
I see the works of You-Know-Who.
And now I tell you that I'm your father,
That your life has been a lie.
I didn't dare to tell you before,
For I thought you would die.
But how would your life have been
With me caring for you?
Would I be able to keep you alive,
Or would Voldemort get you too?
I did not ask for any of this,
It's all out of my hands.
Why couldn't I have had a choice?
Nobody will understand.
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