Coming Clean
By
Snivellus
Thanks reviewers! Oh so I hope I am portraying Sylvia as six, because it has been a while since I have been around that age group. I am afraid I am making her act a bit young, tell me what you think.
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Chapter 5
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"Well, it looks like you are doing a fine job Severus." The Headmaster stated.
"You have got to be kidding, how long will he stay?" Severus said.
"As long as he likes, Severus," Eowyn interrupted.
"Thank you Eowyn. Severus, I think it is time. I have kept it from him for too long. He has grown up so quickly, that I forget sometimes that I still treat him as a child."
"Headmaster, if I may be so bold, but his little outburst proved to me that he is not ready. Who knows what he would do with the information?" Severus questioned.
"He would not abuse it if that is what concerns you, like I said last night. Severus give the boy a chance. You are such a good father to Sylvia. Harry has no father, he has no one besides his friends to care for."
"Christmas is tomorrow, what shall I do with him while I am at Eomer's?"
"Take him with you. He has enough strength now to get out of bed. I suggest you prepare yourself for the ultimate test, of letting him into your heart."
"You ask too much of me." Severus said defiantly.
"No more than you ask of yourself, Severus." Albus replied.
"I must go now, Severus, Eowyn, take care." And with that Albus was up the chimney.
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"Mr. Potter?" Severus said as he stood in the boy's doorway.
"Yes, sir." Harry answered.
"Well?" Severus questioned.
"Well, what, sir?"
"Never mind, if you wish to come out of your room, the sitting room is down the hall." Severus said defeated. Hoping Harry would apologize to him was asking too much, obviously.
"Thank you sir." There was a pause, and Severus turned to leave.
"I am sorry, for earlier. I was out of line." Harry said quietly.
"Apology accepted. Come with me Potter, I suppose I should introduce you." Severus said as he helped Harry out of bed. Harry was taken aback, but admitted that it felt nice to have an adult actually care for him.
"Introduce me to who?"
"My family." Harry's eyes widened. So that woman he was speaking to last night was related to him.
"Don't looked so shocked, your face will freeze that way." Severus joked. Harry was now thinking that he had woken up in some new parallel universe, where the greasy, pointy nosed, Snape was funny.
Severus guided him to the sitting room where Harry laid eyes on a beautiful brown haired witch, and by her feet was a young girl with black hair and blue eyes. The little girl's eyes were mesmerizing.
"Mr. Potter, this is my wife Eowyn Snape. You may address her as Madame Snape." Severus said.
"Posh, Harry, you may call me Eowyn." She said giving him a hug, which caught Harry off guard.
"Nice to meet you ma'am." Harry said.
"This is our daughter, Sylvia." Severus said after Eowyn had let go of the boy.
"Sylvia, stand up and introduce yourself to our guest." Severus instructed. Harry smiled, Severus wasn't as cold hearted as everyone thought, but he sure did enjoy discipline.
"Hello sir, my name is Sylvia Lillian Snape, and I am six years old, and my father says that you can help us." She said in a succinct voice. Harry was a little confused by what the little girl said, and looked to Severus.
"Thank you Sylvia." Severus said looking at Eowyn, who both exchanged looks of 'it isn't my fault'.
"Nice to meet you Miss Sylvia." Harry said politely.
"Harry, sit down." Eowyn said gently.
"Thank you." Harry took a seat in one of the large leather couch. Harry looked around the tidy little sitting room. There were portraits of Eowyn and Severus scattered along the mantle. There was a large picture of what Harry surmised to be Sylvia as a baby. Despite the mixed feelings he had for his Professor, he had to admit that he would have liked to be apart of this family, and that scared him even more than waking up to find Snape hovering over him.
"So Harry, Severus tells me that you are quite a talented Seeker." Harry thought that Snape never noticed any of his good traits, but there was that one time during his 1st year that he had wished him good luck.
"Um, yes I am on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but I don't know how good I am." Harry said modestly.
"Severus and I were both on the Quidditch team at Hogwarts, although I am a bit younger than him." Eowyn said politely.
"What position did you play?" Harry asked.
"I was a Chaser, Severus was a Beater, but I never played Severus, in fact I didn't know Severus until after schooling." Severus gave her a look, but Eowyn did not mind her husband, and enjoyed playing these little games with him.
"So how is the old Gryffindor team, you know Harry when I was in school..." Severus made a large "Ahem." Noise, and Eowyn stopped.
"Oh it is fine, now that Wood is gone, Angelina's taken over, and that was a bit difficult with the Quidditch ban last year by that Umbridge woman." Harry said annoyed, happy to be having a real conversation for once.
"Severus said that she was a pain. Quite odd, she must still not be over the death of her daughter." Eowyn said, not realizing what had just came out of her mouth.
"Please stop talking to me like I am not here." Severus said annoyed.
"Then interject, youÕre the one that is being anti-social." Eowyn scolded.
"Excuse me, but what do you mean, that she is still not over the death of her daughter?" Harry asked.
"What my wife meant, was that Dolores Umbridge had a daughter named Morgana, who was killed by the Dark Lord. She thought that you were being possessed by him, and thus did everything in her power to make your life miserable last year, more so that what I do." Severus said getting up out of his chair and going over to Sylvia who was playing with some blocks on the floor.
"You mean she wasn't in allegiance with Voldermort?" Harry asked.
"No, she is just a tired old woman, who has nothing to live for but to get revenge over the death of her daughter, which she manifested into some huge conspiracy, with help from the moron Fudge. Fudge had convinced her that you were the source of all her problems, and if you were dead, then the Dark Lord would be as well. Which of course is absolutely ridiculous." Snape said scoffing at the end.
"Did you just come up with all of that, or how did you know that?" Harry asked again.
"How? Potter, do you seriously think that being a spy for the Headmaster taught me nothing? I have many connections, and my magical abilities are more that sufficient to get the kind of information that I am in search of. I wouldn't have gotten this far and still be alive, if I did not know what I was doing."
"No, of course you know what you are doing." Harry said simply.
"Harry, would you like anything to drink?" Eowyn asked.
"No thank you." Harry replied.
"Harry, come play with me." Sylvia asked as she tugged on his shirt.
"All right what are you playing?" Harry asked the little girl.
"Well I am building a castle, a big one like my daddy works at." Sylvia told Harry.
"Ah, well it is your lucky day, because I know what that castle looks like. Did you know your daddy teaches me Potions?" Harry asked as he helped her add the finishing touches to her castle.
"Of course I know that, daddy says that you are medi..medi..." Sylvia couldn't finish the big word that her father used.
"Mediocre, darling." Severus finished for her. Harry laughed for the first time in weeks. This was the teacher he was use to, and Sylvia trying to pronounce that large word made him smile.
"Well I guess that is better than being horrid." Harry said.
"Trust me Harry, if you are mediocre in Potions, that is a compliment from my husband." Eowyn laughed.
"You should feel quite honored Potter, last year you were abysmal, but you have moved up in ranking." Severus laughed. Harry felt oddly at ease with the Snapes. He wondered why Snape had to be such a horrid Professor. Everyone in the school, save Slytherin was afraid of him. But being here with his family, Harry saw that he was just a man, not a dictator, nor a commander. He had feelings and emotions. For Harry this was all a little unexpected.
Harry got up and excused himself back to the bedroom that he was occupying, he couldn't be around the happiness. It hurt him to think that he never had that, nor would he ever have that kind of happiness with his parents. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he walked out of the cozy sitting room.
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"Daddy?" Sylvia asked her father who was sitting next to her mother.
"Yes darling?" He answered.
"Why was the Harry boy sad?" She asked.
"His parents died when he was very young, he never knew them. Remember when I told you about how there was the mean dark wizard, who everyone feared? And how somehow Mr. Potter was able to reduce him to nothing but a ghost?"
"Oh, yes, but Daddy, that scary wizard won't come back, will he?" She asked frightened.
"Sylvia, do you remember when I told you that there was a reason that you and mummy were so special?" Severus asked his daughter.
"Yes, it is because of the scary wizard, but you said that the Harry boy can help us, free us, right?" She asked her father looking into his eyes.
"That is right, but in order for Mr. Potter to help you, he has to kill the Dark wizard, not just make him go away." Severus tried to explain.
"Oh, but you won't get hurt will you daddy? Or mummy, she can't get hurt either?" She asked again. Severus was unsure how to answer, he wanted to tell her that he wouldn't, but he couldn't make any promises. He didn't know what was going to happen.
"Sylvia, I will always be with you, no matter where I am. I am right here." He said as he pointed to her heart.
"Ok daddy. Can we play now?" She asked sweetly.
"Of course, what shall we play?"
"Goblins and werewolves!" She exclaimed.
"Well you better run, because this werewolf is going to get you!" He said in a playful voice, running after his daughter. Eowyn looked on with pleasure. It had been a long time since Severus had spent quality time with Sylvia or her, and she was happy to have him home, if even for a short time.
By
Snivellus
Thanks reviewers! Oh so I hope I am portraying Sylvia as six, because it has been a while since I have been around that age group. I am afraid I am making her act a bit young, tell me what you think.
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Chapter 5
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"Well, it looks like you are doing a fine job Severus." The Headmaster stated.
"You have got to be kidding, how long will he stay?" Severus said.
"As long as he likes, Severus," Eowyn interrupted.
"Thank you Eowyn. Severus, I think it is time. I have kept it from him for too long. He has grown up so quickly, that I forget sometimes that I still treat him as a child."
"Headmaster, if I may be so bold, but his little outburst proved to me that he is not ready. Who knows what he would do with the information?" Severus questioned.
"He would not abuse it if that is what concerns you, like I said last night. Severus give the boy a chance. You are such a good father to Sylvia. Harry has no father, he has no one besides his friends to care for."
"Christmas is tomorrow, what shall I do with him while I am at Eomer's?"
"Take him with you. He has enough strength now to get out of bed. I suggest you prepare yourself for the ultimate test, of letting him into your heart."
"You ask too much of me." Severus said defiantly.
"No more than you ask of yourself, Severus." Albus replied.
"I must go now, Severus, Eowyn, take care." And with that Albus was up the chimney.
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"Mr. Potter?" Severus said as he stood in the boy's doorway.
"Yes, sir." Harry answered.
"Well?" Severus questioned.
"Well, what, sir?"
"Never mind, if you wish to come out of your room, the sitting room is down the hall." Severus said defeated. Hoping Harry would apologize to him was asking too much, obviously.
"Thank you sir." There was a pause, and Severus turned to leave.
"I am sorry, for earlier. I was out of line." Harry said quietly.
"Apology accepted. Come with me Potter, I suppose I should introduce you." Severus said as he helped Harry out of bed. Harry was taken aback, but admitted that it felt nice to have an adult actually care for him.
"Introduce me to who?"
"My family." Harry's eyes widened. So that woman he was speaking to last night was related to him.
"Don't looked so shocked, your face will freeze that way." Severus joked. Harry was now thinking that he had woken up in some new parallel universe, where the greasy, pointy nosed, Snape was funny.
Severus guided him to the sitting room where Harry laid eyes on a beautiful brown haired witch, and by her feet was a young girl with black hair and blue eyes. The little girl's eyes were mesmerizing.
"Mr. Potter, this is my wife Eowyn Snape. You may address her as Madame Snape." Severus said.
"Posh, Harry, you may call me Eowyn." She said giving him a hug, which caught Harry off guard.
"Nice to meet you ma'am." Harry said.
"This is our daughter, Sylvia." Severus said after Eowyn had let go of the boy.
"Sylvia, stand up and introduce yourself to our guest." Severus instructed. Harry smiled, Severus wasn't as cold hearted as everyone thought, but he sure did enjoy discipline.
"Hello sir, my name is Sylvia Lillian Snape, and I am six years old, and my father says that you can help us." She said in a succinct voice. Harry was a little confused by what the little girl said, and looked to Severus.
"Thank you Sylvia." Severus said looking at Eowyn, who both exchanged looks of 'it isn't my fault'.
"Nice to meet you Miss Sylvia." Harry said politely.
"Harry, sit down." Eowyn said gently.
"Thank you." Harry took a seat in one of the large leather couch. Harry looked around the tidy little sitting room. There were portraits of Eowyn and Severus scattered along the mantle. There was a large picture of what Harry surmised to be Sylvia as a baby. Despite the mixed feelings he had for his Professor, he had to admit that he would have liked to be apart of this family, and that scared him even more than waking up to find Snape hovering over him.
"So Harry, Severus tells me that you are quite a talented Seeker." Harry thought that Snape never noticed any of his good traits, but there was that one time during his 1st year that he had wished him good luck.
"Um, yes I am on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but I don't know how good I am." Harry said modestly.
"Severus and I were both on the Quidditch team at Hogwarts, although I am a bit younger than him." Eowyn said politely.
"What position did you play?" Harry asked.
"I was a Chaser, Severus was a Beater, but I never played Severus, in fact I didn't know Severus until after schooling." Severus gave her a look, but Eowyn did not mind her husband, and enjoyed playing these little games with him.
"So how is the old Gryffindor team, you know Harry when I was in school..." Severus made a large "Ahem." Noise, and Eowyn stopped.
"Oh it is fine, now that Wood is gone, Angelina's taken over, and that was a bit difficult with the Quidditch ban last year by that Umbridge woman." Harry said annoyed, happy to be having a real conversation for once.
"Severus said that she was a pain. Quite odd, she must still not be over the death of her daughter." Eowyn said, not realizing what had just came out of her mouth.
"Please stop talking to me like I am not here." Severus said annoyed.
"Then interject, youÕre the one that is being anti-social." Eowyn scolded.
"Excuse me, but what do you mean, that she is still not over the death of her daughter?" Harry asked.
"What my wife meant, was that Dolores Umbridge had a daughter named Morgana, who was killed by the Dark Lord. She thought that you were being possessed by him, and thus did everything in her power to make your life miserable last year, more so that what I do." Severus said getting up out of his chair and going over to Sylvia who was playing with some blocks on the floor.
"You mean she wasn't in allegiance with Voldermort?" Harry asked.
"No, she is just a tired old woman, who has nothing to live for but to get revenge over the death of her daughter, which she manifested into some huge conspiracy, with help from the moron Fudge. Fudge had convinced her that you were the source of all her problems, and if you were dead, then the Dark Lord would be as well. Which of course is absolutely ridiculous." Snape said scoffing at the end.
"Did you just come up with all of that, or how did you know that?" Harry asked again.
"How? Potter, do you seriously think that being a spy for the Headmaster taught me nothing? I have many connections, and my magical abilities are more that sufficient to get the kind of information that I am in search of. I wouldn't have gotten this far and still be alive, if I did not know what I was doing."
"No, of course you know what you are doing." Harry said simply.
"Harry, would you like anything to drink?" Eowyn asked.
"No thank you." Harry replied.
"Harry, come play with me." Sylvia asked as she tugged on his shirt.
"All right what are you playing?" Harry asked the little girl.
"Well I am building a castle, a big one like my daddy works at." Sylvia told Harry.
"Ah, well it is your lucky day, because I know what that castle looks like. Did you know your daddy teaches me Potions?" Harry asked as he helped her add the finishing touches to her castle.
"Of course I know that, daddy says that you are medi..medi..." Sylvia couldn't finish the big word that her father used.
"Mediocre, darling." Severus finished for her. Harry laughed for the first time in weeks. This was the teacher he was use to, and Sylvia trying to pronounce that large word made him smile.
"Well I guess that is better than being horrid." Harry said.
"Trust me Harry, if you are mediocre in Potions, that is a compliment from my husband." Eowyn laughed.
"You should feel quite honored Potter, last year you were abysmal, but you have moved up in ranking." Severus laughed. Harry felt oddly at ease with the Snapes. He wondered why Snape had to be such a horrid Professor. Everyone in the school, save Slytherin was afraid of him. But being here with his family, Harry saw that he was just a man, not a dictator, nor a commander. He had feelings and emotions. For Harry this was all a little unexpected.
Harry got up and excused himself back to the bedroom that he was occupying, he couldn't be around the happiness. It hurt him to think that he never had that, nor would he ever have that kind of happiness with his parents. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he walked out of the cozy sitting room.
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"Daddy?" Sylvia asked her father who was sitting next to her mother.
"Yes darling?" He answered.
"Why was the Harry boy sad?" She asked.
"His parents died when he was very young, he never knew them. Remember when I told you about how there was the mean dark wizard, who everyone feared? And how somehow Mr. Potter was able to reduce him to nothing but a ghost?"
"Oh, yes, but Daddy, that scary wizard won't come back, will he?" She asked frightened.
"Sylvia, do you remember when I told you that there was a reason that you and mummy were so special?" Severus asked his daughter.
"Yes, it is because of the scary wizard, but you said that the Harry boy can help us, free us, right?" She asked her father looking into his eyes.
"That is right, but in order for Mr. Potter to help you, he has to kill the Dark wizard, not just make him go away." Severus tried to explain.
"Oh, but you won't get hurt will you daddy? Or mummy, she can't get hurt either?" She asked again. Severus was unsure how to answer, he wanted to tell her that he wouldn't, but he couldn't make any promises. He didn't know what was going to happen.
"Sylvia, I will always be with you, no matter where I am. I am right here." He said as he pointed to her heart.
"Ok daddy. Can we play now?" She asked sweetly.
"Of course, what shall we play?"
"Goblins and werewolves!" She exclaimed.
"Well you better run, because this werewolf is going to get you!" He said in a playful voice, running after his daughter. Eowyn looked on with pleasure. It had been a long time since Severus had spent quality time with Sylvia or her, and she was happy to have him home, if even for a short time.