Telling the Professor and a Serious Incident
Sebastian walked into his favourite professor's room again, and the
startled professor looked up in surprise.
"Sebastian! Sorry about that, hope I didn't get you into too much trouble
with your father, did I?" He asked innocently. Sebastian looked into the
professor's dark hazel eyes and was suddenly struck by a thought.
"Professor," He asked sheepishly, hoping he wasn't being too personal "Why did you want to know who my mother was?" Professor Lupin watched him for a few moments, before deciding on what to tell him. He finally decided the truth would be best. He didn't know why, but he just felt like he could trust this young man. And werewolf senses were rarely wrong. "I just thought you looked like someone I used to know, that's all." "Well, professor, I have something to tell you. My mother was who you thought she was, she died in 1981 when I was just one." Lupin's eyes widened. "But...that means...Severus, Lily...Your Harry's half brother! And Lily betrayed Ja-"
"No, she didn't, and I'm not Harry's half brother. James knew all along that my father and Lily were together, James and Lily were never really a couple. They loved each other, but more like a brother loves a sister. It was all a cover up so that Voldemort wouldn't know my father was a traitor." Here, Sebastian took a deep breath. Here it came... "I'm not Harry's half brother. I am Harry." He watched the werewolf's expression turn from confusion, to understanding, to sadness. He realised that he would have brought up a lot of painful memories about James up, but knew it had to be done.
"Harry...Sebastian. You're really Harry?" Sebastian nodded his head. "I know this is a shock to you professor, because I always looked like James, but really, I never did. They were just illusion charms. This is the real me." Lupin blinked, then enveloped Sebastian into a big hug.
"Wait...your'e not mad? That I'm not the son of your best friend, but you're worst enemy?" "Oh, H- Sebastian, of course not! And I don't hate Severus that much! And my worst enemy is Voldemort, not him. So, it's good to know you're still here. How are Ron and Hermione about all of this?" Sebastian fidgeted nervously. "They don't know, I'm not allowed to tell them. You, me, my dad, and Dumbledore are the only people who know, and I think were going to have to keep it that way."
"Oh, well..." He was mildly surprised at Sebastian's mention of his father as 'dad', it looked like it came out so naturally for him."It shouldn't be too hard becoming their friend again, should it?"
"Well, actually, professor, you see, Ron called me a death eater. Then he insulted my dad, and I just snapped. He hit me, and he still thinks i'm a little 'junior death eater'. Then I thought at least Hermione would be open minded about it, but she didn't know that my father was a spy, of course. So when I denied my father being a death eater, she thought I was lying, of course, because I was also a supporter of Voldemort. She said she knew someone who had known Snape was a death eater and seen his mark, so she knew I was a liar. She thinks i'm covering up for Voldemort, and that me and my father are both his followers. And so does everyone else in the common room."
Lupin looked shocked. He had expected Ron and Hermione to accept a new student, never mind who his father was. And now, Ron had physically assaulted Sebastian.
"Does your father know?" "Well, actually, he came into the common room the moment Ron hit me, and took loads of house points off, which just made Ron madder. Honestly! I can't believe he would be so narrow minded!" "Sebastian, maybe you should get on now, or you'll miss lunch entirely. If you ever need anyone to talk to though, I'm always here." "Thanks, professor." "Maybe I could talk to them and say I've spoken to you, ask them to give you a chance?" "Maybe, but I'm not sure whether that'd help or just make things worse, to be honest." "Well, we'll see how it goes, eh Sebastian? Now, go to lunch, before you miss it."
Sebastian said goodbye, and left the classroom, overall pretty pleased at how that had gone.
Sebastian was making his way down to the dungeons to visit his father and tell him about the meeting with Remus. He stopped dead when a familiar red- head blocked his path, an unerringly natural sneer playing across his features.
"Going to see daddy, are you, death eater? Or perhaps your best buddy, Malfoy? Or maybe you, your father, and another lot of Slytherins are going to go for a nightime stroll-to visit your master!"
Sebastian felt his blood boil. He hadn't done anything to this kid, but Ron still had to try and make his life a living hell. Bloody Idiot.
"Get out of the way, Weasley!" He held up his wand.
"What're you going to do, use an unforgivable? Something your lord taught you? Go ahead, then you'll be expelled, and your father will be imprisoned for being a filthy death eater scum!"
That was it. Sebastian raised his wand to curse Weasley into 1999, when Ron whipped his own wand out and cast a spell.
"Alcutros" He hissed. Sebastian didn't have to know an awful lot to know that this was the dark arts. What was Ron doing casting this kind of spell? How did he even know the curse? He cast a shield around himself quickly, and the curse rebounded towards Ron. Sebastian watched as Ron fell on the floor in agony, and even though the boy was his friend, the way he had acted lately left Sebastian to watch in a kind of sadistic pleasure.
He reminded himself all too late that this was a dark curse, and just as he was about to cast 'finite incantatem', he heard a gasp from behind him. He spun around to see Professor Mcgonagall staring at him in horror, disgust, and shock. She quickly composed herself, muttered the counter-curse, and turned to face Sebastian.
"Mr. Snape, follow me. The use of dark arts in this school is banned, and this matter will be taken to the headmaster. She helped Ron up, and muttered something to him gently. He looked back at her in shock, then put on a fearful, innocent expression.
"P...professor, I'm so glad you came! It was him!" He pointed at Sebastian, here "He cast it on me, as I was just walking past, and it hurt so bad! What did he do, professor?" She gave him a motherly look, which disgusted Sebastian to no end. Before she could answer, Sebastian interrupted.
"I didn't! Professor, I didn't do that! It was-" before he could finish, Mcgonagall had sent Ron off to the hospital wing, and grabbed him in a rather painful deathgrip. She dragged him by his arm up to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore looke thoroughly surprised when she entered, she kept sending the young Snape very furious glances.
"Call the boy's father!" She told him, and Albus complied, curious as to know what was going on. Severus stepped out of the fire a few minutes later, looking just as confused as Albus felt.
"Albus, young Mr. Snape here has just used dark arts on another student in the school, and it was a very...vicious attack. A pain inflicting curse, that I have never seen the likes of used within these walls before. It is a spell that as I'm sure you already know, causes an amount of pain similar to that of the crucatius curse." She stopped and glared at the student, who looked to his father. The potions professor looked shocked, to say the least. Then the young Snape put in his veiw.
"Dad! I didn't do it! It was Ron, he cast the curse on me, and I used a shielding spell. The curse bounced off and hit Ron. I was just about to take it off when the professor came in!"
Severus looked convinced at this explanation, but Minerva had far from finished.
"Mr. Snape! Do you expect us to believe such lies? Why on earth would Mr. Weasley curse you? I'm sure he would never use such a curse, especially on a fellow student!" She looked extremely flustered. Now, Snape made his objections.
"And, for some reason, you assume my son would?"
Professor Mcgonagall at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed at this, but then she turned to Severus.
"Severus, with your past history, and obvious interest in the dark arts, it is most likely to assume that you may have taught your-"
Albus Dumbledore stopped her from finishing, and also probably saved her life, from the look the irate potions master was giving her. He, of course, knew that Sebastian was telling the truth, but was very sombre at noting the fact young Mister Weasley had somehow developed an interest in the dark arts.
"Minerva, calm down. As there is no proof to young Mr. Snape here attacking the Weasley boy, we cannot take any action. I advise you to go and see how your student is doing in the hospital wing."
McGonagall stared at him incredously. How could he believe the boy to be inncoent? No Weasley would ever use the dark arts, but a Snape? Yes, that was more than possible.
"But Albus! You didn't see the fear in the boy's eyes when he saw Mr. Snape! He was clearly expecting another blow to come his way, and next time it may be an unforgivable! You can't let him get away with this!"
The headmaster gave her a very sharp look, then repeated his instructions for her to visit young Mr. Weasley. She didn't argue again, but scowled angrily as she left the room.
Once she'd gone, Albus asked Sebastian to tell them exactly what happened, and he did so, not missing a single detail out.
"I see." The headmaster siged, a grave look on his face. "Were all going to have to keep an eye on Mr. Weasley. If he raises his wand to you again, Sebastian, stun him and tell your father or I immediately. Understood?"
Sebastian nodded, and after saying his goodbyes, left the office. He went back to his common room for a restful sleep, only to dream of Voldemort and his death eaters once more.
"Professor," He asked sheepishly, hoping he wasn't being too personal "Why did you want to know who my mother was?" Professor Lupin watched him for a few moments, before deciding on what to tell him. He finally decided the truth would be best. He didn't know why, but he just felt like he could trust this young man. And werewolf senses were rarely wrong. "I just thought you looked like someone I used to know, that's all." "Well, professor, I have something to tell you. My mother was who you thought she was, she died in 1981 when I was just one." Lupin's eyes widened. "But...that means...Severus, Lily...Your Harry's half brother! And Lily betrayed Ja-"
"No, she didn't, and I'm not Harry's half brother. James knew all along that my father and Lily were together, James and Lily were never really a couple. They loved each other, but more like a brother loves a sister. It was all a cover up so that Voldemort wouldn't know my father was a traitor." Here, Sebastian took a deep breath. Here it came... "I'm not Harry's half brother. I am Harry." He watched the werewolf's expression turn from confusion, to understanding, to sadness. He realised that he would have brought up a lot of painful memories about James up, but knew it had to be done.
"Harry...Sebastian. You're really Harry?" Sebastian nodded his head. "I know this is a shock to you professor, because I always looked like James, but really, I never did. They were just illusion charms. This is the real me." Lupin blinked, then enveloped Sebastian into a big hug.
"Wait...your'e not mad? That I'm not the son of your best friend, but you're worst enemy?" "Oh, H- Sebastian, of course not! And I don't hate Severus that much! And my worst enemy is Voldemort, not him. So, it's good to know you're still here. How are Ron and Hermione about all of this?" Sebastian fidgeted nervously. "They don't know, I'm not allowed to tell them. You, me, my dad, and Dumbledore are the only people who know, and I think were going to have to keep it that way."
"Oh, well..." He was mildly surprised at Sebastian's mention of his father as 'dad', it looked like it came out so naturally for him."It shouldn't be too hard becoming their friend again, should it?"
"Well, actually, professor, you see, Ron called me a death eater. Then he insulted my dad, and I just snapped. He hit me, and he still thinks i'm a little 'junior death eater'. Then I thought at least Hermione would be open minded about it, but she didn't know that my father was a spy, of course. So when I denied my father being a death eater, she thought I was lying, of course, because I was also a supporter of Voldemort. She said she knew someone who had known Snape was a death eater and seen his mark, so she knew I was a liar. She thinks i'm covering up for Voldemort, and that me and my father are both his followers. And so does everyone else in the common room."
Lupin looked shocked. He had expected Ron and Hermione to accept a new student, never mind who his father was. And now, Ron had physically assaulted Sebastian.
"Does your father know?" "Well, actually, he came into the common room the moment Ron hit me, and took loads of house points off, which just made Ron madder. Honestly! I can't believe he would be so narrow minded!" "Sebastian, maybe you should get on now, or you'll miss lunch entirely. If you ever need anyone to talk to though, I'm always here." "Thanks, professor." "Maybe I could talk to them and say I've spoken to you, ask them to give you a chance?" "Maybe, but I'm not sure whether that'd help or just make things worse, to be honest." "Well, we'll see how it goes, eh Sebastian? Now, go to lunch, before you miss it."
Sebastian said goodbye, and left the classroom, overall pretty pleased at how that had gone.
Sebastian was making his way down to the dungeons to visit his father and tell him about the meeting with Remus. He stopped dead when a familiar red- head blocked his path, an unerringly natural sneer playing across his features.
"Going to see daddy, are you, death eater? Or perhaps your best buddy, Malfoy? Or maybe you, your father, and another lot of Slytherins are going to go for a nightime stroll-to visit your master!"
Sebastian felt his blood boil. He hadn't done anything to this kid, but Ron still had to try and make his life a living hell. Bloody Idiot.
"Get out of the way, Weasley!" He held up his wand.
"What're you going to do, use an unforgivable? Something your lord taught you? Go ahead, then you'll be expelled, and your father will be imprisoned for being a filthy death eater scum!"
That was it. Sebastian raised his wand to curse Weasley into 1999, when Ron whipped his own wand out and cast a spell.
"Alcutros" He hissed. Sebastian didn't have to know an awful lot to know that this was the dark arts. What was Ron doing casting this kind of spell? How did he even know the curse? He cast a shield around himself quickly, and the curse rebounded towards Ron. Sebastian watched as Ron fell on the floor in agony, and even though the boy was his friend, the way he had acted lately left Sebastian to watch in a kind of sadistic pleasure.
He reminded himself all too late that this was a dark curse, and just as he was about to cast 'finite incantatem', he heard a gasp from behind him. He spun around to see Professor Mcgonagall staring at him in horror, disgust, and shock. She quickly composed herself, muttered the counter-curse, and turned to face Sebastian.
"Mr. Snape, follow me. The use of dark arts in this school is banned, and this matter will be taken to the headmaster. She helped Ron up, and muttered something to him gently. He looked back at her in shock, then put on a fearful, innocent expression.
"P...professor, I'm so glad you came! It was him!" He pointed at Sebastian, here "He cast it on me, as I was just walking past, and it hurt so bad! What did he do, professor?" She gave him a motherly look, which disgusted Sebastian to no end. Before she could answer, Sebastian interrupted.
"I didn't! Professor, I didn't do that! It was-" before he could finish, Mcgonagall had sent Ron off to the hospital wing, and grabbed him in a rather painful deathgrip. She dragged him by his arm up to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore looke thoroughly surprised when she entered, she kept sending the young Snape very furious glances.
"Call the boy's father!" She told him, and Albus complied, curious as to know what was going on. Severus stepped out of the fire a few minutes later, looking just as confused as Albus felt.
"Albus, young Mr. Snape here has just used dark arts on another student in the school, and it was a very...vicious attack. A pain inflicting curse, that I have never seen the likes of used within these walls before. It is a spell that as I'm sure you already know, causes an amount of pain similar to that of the crucatius curse." She stopped and glared at the student, who looked to his father. The potions professor looked shocked, to say the least. Then the young Snape put in his veiw.
"Dad! I didn't do it! It was Ron, he cast the curse on me, and I used a shielding spell. The curse bounced off and hit Ron. I was just about to take it off when the professor came in!"
Severus looked convinced at this explanation, but Minerva had far from finished.
"Mr. Snape! Do you expect us to believe such lies? Why on earth would Mr. Weasley curse you? I'm sure he would never use such a curse, especially on a fellow student!" She looked extremely flustered. Now, Snape made his objections.
"And, for some reason, you assume my son would?"
Professor Mcgonagall at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed at this, but then she turned to Severus.
"Severus, with your past history, and obvious interest in the dark arts, it is most likely to assume that you may have taught your-"
Albus Dumbledore stopped her from finishing, and also probably saved her life, from the look the irate potions master was giving her. He, of course, knew that Sebastian was telling the truth, but was very sombre at noting the fact young Mister Weasley had somehow developed an interest in the dark arts.
"Minerva, calm down. As there is no proof to young Mr. Snape here attacking the Weasley boy, we cannot take any action. I advise you to go and see how your student is doing in the hospital wing."
McGonagall stared at him incredously. How could he believe the boy to be inncoent? No Weasley would ever use the dark arts, but a Snape? Yes, that was more than possible.
"But Albus! You didn't see the fear in the boy's eyes when he saw Mr. Snape! He was clearly expecting another blow to come his way, and next time it may be an unforgivable! You can't let him get away with this!"
The headmaster gave her a very sharp look, then repeated his instructions for her to visit young Mr. Weasley. She didn't argue again, but scowled angrily as she left the room.
Once she'd gone, Albus asked Sebastian to tell them exactly what happened, and he did so, not missing a single detail out.
"I see." The headmaster siged, a grave look on his face. "Were all going to have to keep an eye on Mr. Weasley. If he raises his wand to you again, Sebastian, stun him and tell your father or I immediately. Understood?"
Sebastian nodded, and after saying his goodbyes, left the office. He went back to his common room for a restful sleep, only to dream of Voldemort and his death eaters once more.