Raised by the Enemy
By: ninariddletales
Author's Note: Hello! I've been in Donna, Texas for a family reunion. I'm touched by your reviews! I see most of you don't want slash, but when I came up with this fic I had slash in mind. BUT WHO AM I TO AGURE WITH THE PUBLIC! So I did a no slash. But please enjoy this chapter
In the future they will be one slash, maybe. Nothing really, just suggestion. But I will always have a no slash!!!!! Just a thought the small hinted slash, is Oliver/Harry not Snape/Harry that would be sick. As much as I love that pairing but not in this fic.
THANK YOU AGAIN!!
"Father!"
Harry entered and saw his father right where he'd left him earlier that day.
"Yes, father you sent for me."
"H-Harry."
Present
"Father, is something wrong?" Harry noticed the uncharacteristic grim look on his father's worried face. His father had been acting strangely but Harry just couldn't place what was so different so unsure about his Dad.
"Harry, please sit."
Anything that was a pled scared Harry, what could be so important. Harry reluctantly sat next to his father on the large family sized couch.
"Yes, father."
Snape looked at his son, seeing the unclouded innocence in his eyes. He knew this would probably break his heart, but he loved him. And because he really loved Harry like his own he could no longer lie and mislead him.
"Do you love me?"
"Y-Yes, father. Of course, you're everything to me." Harry's voice sounded cracked and frightened.
"And you'd love me, now matter what."
"No matter what? Father, what's going on? Why are you talking this way?" Harry was about to stand but his father pushed him back down. Unable to fight his father's weight he sat and listened.
"Just answer."
His father's voice was cold and spiteful, "Yes, f-father...what's this about?" Harry tried to yell or sound defiant but he only managed to croak out a soft petrified voice.
"Harry, I'm not you think I am. I'm-"
"...a deatheater."
Shock took over Snape's face, not sure if it was surprise or hate Harry continued, "F-father, remember I was scared to sleep by myself till I was seven...I saw it one night and looked through books and everything, but I couldn't find anything so...Are you mad at me?"
"...No, Now tell me, how did you find out?"
Harry quietly explains to his father about him being seven and asking Dumbledore. Snape smiled inside, Harry always liked to explain things when he was little. He remembered when Harry was only four and he spoke & read perfectly. He even helped his father translate some Latin. They had been through a lot together, Snape thought about the first time he really started to understand that he loved Harry. It took almost losing him to knock some sense into him.
Past
"Father!"
Snape's blood turned cold as the ice outside as he heard Regulus's (Harry's) scream. He stood in his office still waiting for another scream to figure out where his child was.
"HELP!"
Snape ran towards the outer dungeons where he hoped the screams had come from. He looked down the dark hallways and saw and heard nothing. Suddenly at the very end in the gardens beyond the dungeons he saw his son pop up and be dragged under. He ran towards and saw he was under icy water, surrounded by snow. How? He didn't know and didn't care all that matter was Regulus. He looked at the broken ice and water; they were still with no movement.
"Where are you?" he yelled desperately. Snape didn't think he was this desperate before even when he realized what a stupid mistake he made when joining the Deatheaters.
Suddenly, Harry popped up in the middle. Gasping for breath his panic starting to drag him down again.
"Regulus, don't panic." Snape ordered grasping his son by the robes and pulling him on the ground.
"How many times...m-must...I tell y-you, old m-man." Harry smiled gasping for air, "I-It's H-Ha-arry."
"You stupid boy." Snape cried hugging his little boy tightly. "What happened? Oh, forget that. Your freezing," He picked up the tiny boy and carried him to there rooms. By the time his father dressed him, warmed him up and put him in bed, the smallest Snape was fast asleep.
"Goodnight, Harry..." Snape smiled again, that was the first time he called his child by that stupid nickname the stupid Gryffindor girls and Weasly's who taught Harry they're twisted tricks everyday called him. Then Severus thought of something he hadn't thought about it but Harry was really his. He's only lived four years and he'd done a lot and Severus had seen a lot. What would life be without Harry? He couldn't think about that now. In only a few short years he would have to, but not now. Now he would just watch him sleep, his little angel.
End Chapter Four
Note: Next chapter I'll explain what happened to Harry. If you need a little visual help think, "Little Women!" I don't own anything.
By: ninariddletales
Author's Note: Hello! I've been in Donna, Texas for a family reunion. I'm touched by your reviews! I see most of you don't want slash, but when I came up with this fic I had slash in mind. BUT WHO AM I TO AGURE WITH THE PUBLIC! So I did a no slash. But please enjoy this chapter
In the future they will be one slash, maybe. Nothing really, just suggestion. But I will always have a no slash!!!!! Just a thought the small hinted slash, is Oliver/Harry not Snape/Harry that would be sick. As much as I love that pairing but not in this fic.
THANK YOU AGAIN!!
"Father!"
Harry entered and saw his father right where he'd left him earlier that day.
"Yes, father you sent for me."
"H-Harry."
Present
"Father, is something wrong?" Harry noticed the uncharacteristic grim look on his father's worried face. His father had been acting strangely but Harry just couldn't place what was so different so unsure about his Dad.
"Harry, please sit."
Anything that was a pled scared Harry, what could be so important. Harry reluctantly sat next to his father on the large family sized couch.
"Yes, father."
Snape looked at his son, seeing the unclouded innocence in his eyes. He knew this would probably break his heart, but he loved him. And because he really loved Harry like his own he could no longer lie and mislead him.
"Do you love me?"
"Y-Yes, father. Of course, you're everything to me." Harry's voice sounded cracked and frightened.
"And you'd love me, now matter what."
"No matter what? Father, what's going on? Why are you talking this way?" Harry was about to stand but his father pushed him back down. Unable to fight his father's weight he sat and listened.
"Just answer."
His father's voice was cold and spiteful, "Yes, f-father...what's this about?" Harry tried to yell or sound defiant but he only managed to croak out a soft petrified voice.
"Harry, I'm not you think I am. I'm-"
"...a deatheater."
Shock took over Snape's face, not sure if it was surprise or hate Harry continued, "F-father, remember I was scared to sleep by myself till I was seven...I saw it one night and looked through books and everything, but I couldn't find anything so...Are you mad at me?"
"...No, Now tell me, how did you find out?"
Harry quietly explains to his father about him being seven and asking Dumbledore. Snape smiled inside, Harry always liked to explain things when he was little. He remembered when Harry was only four and he spoke & read perfectly. He even helped his father translate some Latin. They had been through a lot together, Snape thought about the first time he really started to understand that he loved Harry. It took almost losing him to knock some sense into him.
Past
"Father!"
Snape's blood turned cold as the ice outside as he heard Regulus's (Harry's) scream. He stood in his office still waiting for another scream to figure out where his child was.
"HELP!"
Snape ran towards the outer dungeons where he hoped the screams had come from. He looked down the dark hallways and saw and heard nothing. Suddenly at the very end in the gardens beyond the dungeons he saw his son pop up and be dragged under. He ran towards and saw he was under icy water, surrounded by snow. How? He didn't know and didn't care all that matter was Regulus. He looked at the broken ice and water; they were still with no movement.
"Where are you?" he yelled desperately. Snape didn't think he was this desperate before even when he realized what a stupid mistake he made when joining the Deatheaters.
Suddenly, Harry popped up in the middle. Gasping for breath his panic starting to drag him down again.
"Regulus, don't panic." Snape ordered grasping his son by the robes and pulling him on the ground.
"How many times...m-must...I tell y-you, old m-man." Harry smiled gasping for air, "I-It's H-Ha-arry."
"You stupid boy." Snape cried hugging his little boy tightly. "What happened? Oh, forget that. Your freezing," He picked up the tiny boy and carried him to there rooms. By the time his father dressed him, warmed him up and put him in bed, the smallest Snape was fast asleep.
"Goodnight, Harry..." Snape smiled again, that was the first time he called his child by that stupid nickname the stupid Gryffindor girls and Weasly's who taught Harry they're twisted tricks everyday called him. Then Severus thought of something he hadn't thought about it but Harry was really his. He's only lived four years and he'd done a lot and Severus had seen a lot. What would life be without Harry? He couldn't think about that now. In only a few short years he would have to, but not now. Now he would just watch him sleep, his little angel.
End Chapter Four
Note: Next chapter I'll explain what happened to Harry. If you need a little visual help think, "Little Women!" I don't own anything.