(A.I.: Yes, the war is over. And thanks to Rosemary the Rubix Cube, I'm
going to only add a few explanations here and there throughout the story.
This is just a Fanfic that I came up with after reading the part with Snape's past in the Fifth book. After reading it I felt so bad for the guy,
so I started listening to some music and this idea just came to me. I
couldn't do it during the sixth year because that's when I'm having the 'war' between the Death Eaters and the Auror's happen, so I skipped to the seventh year. So I hope you guys enjoy it and I'll try to stick to Harry Potter as much as I can, but sadly, Harry isn't really a main character,
He'll just pop in and out. The story is actually about Snape and a new Professor I'm adding. And on a final note, Harry Potter and everyone in it belongs to J.K. Rowling, so don't sue, because I have no money worth suing
me for. :D)
A Forgotten Love, A Hidden Past
Chapter One
Harry Potter was entering his seventh year at Hogwarts, and was dreading every single moment. He didn't want this to be it. He didn't want this to be his last year. There were so many reasons why, such as the N.E.W.T.'s tests, having to return to the Dursley's, but most of all, Hogwarts felt like his home, his only home, and he didn't want to have to leave. But there were some good parts to going back to Hogwarts this year too. The war was over, Voldermort was gone, the Death Eaters were in Azkaban, and he wouldn't have to see Professor Snape anymore after this year was over. So Harry couldn't help but have a Love-Hate relationship towards returning to Hogwarts.
He was currently staying at the Burrow, the Weasley's kindly taking him in for the last month of summer vacation, as they always did. He was currently outside with Fred, George, Ron and Bill, playing Quidditch, Harry's favorite past time. Fred and George's business was booming, literally. It seemed the two were moving to a larger establishment in Diagon Alley. Bill, who had moved back to the Burrow as well, was working closer to home at Gringott's, only taking jobs that were in England. But he still chose to ignore his Mother's requests to cut his hair, and let it grow till his waist, adorning it with different beads he had gotten on previous missions to many places around the world. And then there was Ron, who had remained the same as always, with shaggy red hair, his knitted maroon sweaters, and his continual growth spurts. But Ron was not the only one who was growing, Harry took great pleasure in comparing his height to Bill, the top of his head reaching the top of Bill's shoulder's.
He was brought back to the game at hand when a stray Bludger nailed him in the head. It didn't hurt really, since the bludgers they were using were actually bewitched, round pillows.
"Come on Harry, pay attention! We're losing in case you haven't noticed." yelled Ron, flying up next to Harry on his Clean Sweep 6.
"Sorry Ron, I just got side-tracked." smiled Harry.
"Side-Tracked? Harry?" said Fred, shocked.
"Harry never gets side-tracked, especially during a Quidditch game." said George, flying over as well, on his Firebolt. After their business started doing so well, Fred and George decided to treat themselves to the best broom sticks on the market.
"What's on your mind Harry?" asked Bill, flying over to see what the problem was.
Harry shrugged. "I just can't believe this is our last year at Hogwarts. I don't want it to end. I don't want to have to go back to the Dursley's."
Ron laughed. "Come now Harry. You really don't think you're going back to the Dumb-ly's after school do you?" Dumb-ly's was the new name that Fred and George had come up with for the Dursley's and it just happened to catch on. "After Hogwarts, you'll become an Auror and I'm sure Mum will let you stay here until you get your own place to live."
Harry nodded. "I guess you're right. I just can't help thinking about it. Hogwarts is my home, leaving Hogwarts is like leaving my life behind. I just don't know what I'll do."
"Now's not the time to worry about those things Harry. What you need to worry about is the N.E.W.T.'s tests." Said Bill, slapping Harry on the back.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I suddenly started thinking of all of this now."
"Hey look!" said ron, pointing past Harry. "It's Erol. Maybe she's got our Hogwart's letter's."
Harry and the others turned towards the approaching bird. As she got closer and closer, they all noticed that it didn't look like she was going to stop. Fred only had enough time to duck, but George was not so lucky. George caught a face full of Erol and was nearly knocked off his broom. He would have surely fallen if it weren't for Bill holding onto the back of his shirt.
Ron sighed. "I think we should put the bloody bird out of her misery and get a new one."
Erol, as if understanding what Ron had just said, hooted angrily and dropped the letter she was carrying onto George's lap. She flew at Ron and tried to peck at him before setting off for the Burrow. Harry and the others landed soon after Erol's departure and opened the letter from Hogwart's. Harry read his letter and noticed that there were books mentioned for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Hang on." said Harry. "Does this mean I'm not teaching DADA anymore?" he asked.
Ron shrugged. "Maybe. I guess Dumbledore wants you concentrating more on the N.E.W.T.'s instead of teaching the Defense class."
During the sixth year at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore asked Harry if he wouldn't mind teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. He enjoyed it immensely, but it did take a lot out of him. A part of him was relieved, but another part of him was worried. They had gone through so many different Professors', he was afraid at what Hogwarts would turn up with next.
"Well let's go see if Dad is home, maybe he'll know something about this new Professor." said Ron as he pocketed his list of supplies. The small group made their way back to the Burrow, and as soon as they entered they were assaulted by Ginny, who was asking for her letter as well. After Ron handed her the letter, a cracking noise echo in the Burrow.
"Dad's home!" called Fred from the living room. Harry and Ron quickly made their way into the living room and instantly battered Mr. Weasely with questions.
"We have a new Defense Professor, do you know who it is?" asked Ron.
"When are we going to find out who he is?" asked Harry.
"How was work Dad?" asked Bill.
"Hey Dad? You wanna try out our new style of Fizz bombs! More Fizz with every bite!' asked Fred.
Before they could get any farther in their questions, Arthur held up a hand. "I really don't know who your new Professor is. No one does. Dumbledore has been keeping it real hush hush. Work was inspiring as always, and no Fred, maybe I'll try them later. Right now, all I want is some dinner and my comfy chair with the Daily Prophet."
"That means it could be anyone!" said Ron. "I hope he's good."
"What if it's someone inside Hogwarts? Someone we already know?" asked Harry. Bill walked with Arthur to the kitchen while Fred and George walked up to their room.
Ron's eyes widened. "What if it's Snape!?"
Harry didn't even want to humor the thought and looked back down at his list of books. "I hope not."
**********
Severus sat in his office, staring into his pensieve. He never liked dwelling on the past, but something that Dumbledore had told him earlier that day left him completely stumped. Once he discovered there was yet another new Defense teacher, he went to Dumbledore's office and demanded to know who it was. Dumbledore wouldn't say much, but the twinkle in his eye spoke volumes. All that Dumbledore told him was that friends from the past would come out of hiding to see him once more. So here he sat in front of his Pensieve, trying to discover what it was that Dumbledore was blabbering about.
He soon discovered that he never had many friends, except for Lucius Malfoy, but he highly doubted that Dumbledore would allow him to teach at Hogwarts. Then there were parts of his past that he wouldn't even dare dwell upon any longer than need be. After searching around for hours on end, he still couldn't figure out who this new Professor was. He began idly tapping the top of the Pensieve and allowed memories to bubble up before him before tapping the top of the small memory pool once more. Finally, the memory he hated the most appeared before him. The time when Potter and Black practically tortured him in front of Hogwarts castle, and in front of everyone on the grounds. He slammed his wand into the liquid, spraying most of it across his desk before it slowly slithered its way back to the pensieve and into the pool once more.
Severus quickly picked up the pensieve and put it away, not wanting to dwell on his memories anymore. But they weren't finished with him. He remembered the time he came back to his office after helping Professor Umbridge with a meaningless matter and found his office empty. When he walked close to his Pensieve, he saw Harry Potter in the middle of his worst memory and quickly dived in after him before he would see to much. But by the time he reached Harry, he had already seen to much, including when James and Sirius turned him upside down, showing off his underwear and skinny legs to the world. When he grab onto Harry's arm, the boy looked terrified, but he didn't see any signs of laughter or mirth that he expected to find on his face. But he didn't care. The boy saw too much. Once they were back in his office and he threw Harry (literally) out of his office, he sank into his chair and heaved a sigh of relief. Of course he was still angry that Harry saw bits of his past, but at least he hadn't seen what happened afterward. At least he hadn't seen when he met her. Severus shook his head angrily and stood. Dinner would be starting soon.
This is just a Fanfic that I came up with after reading the part with Snape's past in the Fifth book. After reading it I felt so bad for the guy,
so I started listening to some music and this idea just came to me. I
couldn't do it during the sixth year because that's when I'm having the 'war' between the Death Eaters and the Auror's happen, so I skipped to the seventh year. So I hope you guys enjoy it and I'll try to stick to Harry Potter as much as I can, but sadly, Harry isn't really a main character,
He'll just pop in and out. The story is actually about Snape and a new Professor I'm adding. And on a final note, Harry Potter and everyone in it belongs to J.K. Rowling, so don't sue, because I have no money worth suing
me for. :D)
A Forgotten Love, A Hidden Past
Chapter One
Harry Potter was entering his seventh year at Hogwarts, and was dreading every single moment. He didn't want this to be it. He didn't want this to be his last year. There were so many reasons why, such as the N.E.W.T.'s tests, having to return to the Dursley's, but most of all, Hogwarts felt like his home, his only home, and he didn't want to have to leave. But there were some good parts to going back to Hogwarts this year too. The war was over, Voldermort was gone, the Death Eaters were in Azkaban, and he wouldn't have to see Professor Snape anymore after this year was over. So Harry couldn't help but have a Love-Hate relationship towards returning to Hogwarts.
He was currently staying at the Burrow, the Weasley's kindly taking him in for the last month of summer vacation, as they always did. He was currently outside with Fred, George, Ron and Bill, playing Quidditch, Harry's favorite past time. Fred and George's business was booming, literally. It seemed the two were moving to a larger establishment in Diagon Alley. Bill, who had moved back to the Burrow as well, was working closer to home at Gringott's, only taking jobs that were in England. But he still chose to ignore his Mother's requests to cut his hair, and let it grow till his waist, adorning it with different beads he had gotten on previous missions to many places around the world. And then there was Ron, who had remained the same as always, with shaggy red hair, his knitted maroon sweaters, and his continual growth spurts. But Ron was not the only one who was growing, Harry took great pleasure in comparing his height to Bill, the top of his head reaching the top of Bill's shoulder's.
He was brought back to the game at hand when a stray Bludger nailed him in the head. It didn't hurt really, since the bludgers they were using were actually bewitched, round pillows.
"Come on Harry, pay attention! We're losing in case you haven't noticed." yelled Ron, flying up next to Harry on his Clean Sweep 6.
"Sorry Ron, I just got side-tracked." smiled Harry.
"Side-Tracked? Harry?" said Fred, shocked.
"Harry never gets side-tracked, especially during a Quidditch game." said George, flying over as well, on his Firebolt. After their business started doing so well, Fred and George decided to treat themselves to the best broom sticks on the market.
"What's on your mind Harry?" asked Bill, flying over to see what the problem was.
Harry shrugged. "I just can't believe this is our last year at Hogwarts. I don't want it to end. I don't want to have to go back to the Dursley's."
Ron laughed. "Come now Harry. You really don't think you're going back to the Dumb-ly's after school do you?" Dumb-ly's was the new name that Fred and George had come up with for the Dursley's and it just happened to catch on. "After Hogwarts, you'll become an Auror and I'm sure Mum will let you stay here until you get your own place to live."
Harry nodded. "I guess you're right. I just can't help thinking about it. Hogwarts is my home, leaving Hogwarts is like leaving my life behind. I just don't know what I'll do."
"Now's not the time to worry about those things Harry. What you need to worry about is the N.E.W.T.'s tests." Said Bill, slapping Harry on the back.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I suddenly started thinking of all of this now."
"Hey look!" said ron, pointing past Harry. "It's Erol. Maybe she's got our Hogwart's letter's."
Harry and the others turned towards the approaching bird. As she got closer and closer, they all noticed that it didn't look like she was going to stop. Fred only had enough time to duck, but George was not so lucky. George caught a face full of Erol and was nearly knocked off his broom. He would have surely fallen if it weren't for Bill holding onto the back of his shirt.
Ron sighed. "I think we should put the bloody bird out of her misery and get a new one."
Erol, as if understanding what Ron had just said, hooted angrily and dropped the letter she was carrying onto George's lap. She flew at Ron and tried to peck at him before setting off for the Burrow. Harry and the others landed soon after Erol's departure and opened the letter from Hogwart's. Harry read his letter and noticed that there were books mentioned for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Hang on." said Harry. "Does this mean I'm not teaching DADA anymore?" he asked.
Ron shrugged. "Maybe. I guess Dumbledore wants you concentrating more on the N.E.W.T.'s instead of teaching the Defense class."
During the sixth year at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore asked Harry if he wouldn't mind teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. He enjoyed it immensely, but it did take a lot out of him. A part of him was relieved, but another part of him was worried. They had gone through so many different Professors', he was afraid at what Hogwarts would turn up with next.
"Well let's go see if Dad is home, maybe he'll know something about this new Professor." said Ron as he pocketed his list of supplies. The small group made their way back to the Burrow, and as soon as they entered they were assaulted by Ginny, who was asking for her letter as well. After Ron handed her the letter, a cracking noise echo in the Burrow.
"Dad's home!" called Fred from the living room. Harry and Ron quickly made their way into the living room and instantly battered Mr. Weasely with questions.
"We have a new Defense Professor, do you know who it is?" asked Ron.
"When are we going to find out who he is?" asked Harry.
"How was work Dad?" asked Bill.
"Hey Dad? You wanna try out our new style of Fizz bombs! More Fizz with every bite!' asked Fred.
Before they could get any farther in their questions, Arthur held up a hand. "I really don't know who your new Professor is. No one does. Dumbledore has been keeping it real hush hush. Work was inspiring as always, and no Fred, maybe I'll try them later. Right now, all I want is some dinner and my comfy chair with the Daily Prophet."
"That means it could be anyone!" said Ron. "I hope he's good."
"What if it's someone inside Hogwarts? Someone we already know?" asked Harry. Bill walked with Arthur to the kitchen while Fred and George walked up to their room.
Ron's eyes widened. "What if it's Snape!?"
Harry didn't even want to humor the thought and looked back down at his list of books. "I hope not."
**********
Severus sat in his office, staring into his pensieve. He never liked dwelling on the past, but something that Dumbledore had told him earlier that day left him completely stumped. Once he discovered there was yet another new Defense teacher, he went to Dumbledore's office and demanded to know who it was. Dumbledore wouldn't say much, but the twinkle in his eye spoke volumes. All that Dumbledore told him was that friends from the past would come out of hiding to see him once more. So here he sat in front of his Pensieve, trying to discover what it was that Dumbledore was blabbering about.
He soon discovered that he never had many friends, except for Lucius Malfoy, but he highly doubted that Dumbledore would allow him to teach at Hogwarts. Then there were parts of his past that he wouldn't even dare dwell upon any longer than need be. After searching around for hours on end, he still couldn't figure out who this new Professor was. He began idly tapping the top of the Pensieve and allowed memories to bubble up before him before tapping the top of the small memory pool once more. Finally, the memory he hated the most appeared before him. The time when Potter and Black practically tortured him in front of Hogwarts castle, and in front of everyone on the grounds. He slammed his wand into the liquid, spraying most of it across his desk before it slowly slithered its way back to the pensieve and into the pool once more.
Severus quickly picked up the pensieve and put it away, not wanting to dwell on his memories anymore. But they weren't finished with him. He remembered the time he came back to his office after helping Professor Umbridge with a meaningless matter and found his office empty. When he walked close to his Pensieve, he saw Harry Potter in the middle of his worst memory and quickly dived in after him before he would see to much. But by the time he reached Harry, he had already seen to much, including when James and Sirius turned him upside down, showing off his underwear and skinny legs to the world. When he grab onto Harry's arm, the boy looked terrified, but he didn't see any signs of laughter or mirth that he expected to find on his face. But he didn't care. The boy saw too much. Once they were back in his office and he threw Harry (literally) out of his office, he sank into his chair and heaved a sigh of relief. Of course he was still angry that Harry saw bits of his past, but at least he hadn't seen what happened afterward. At least he hadn't seen when he met her. Severus shook his head angrily and stood. Dinner would be starting soon.