A/N: OMG, I actually updated! I was hyped up after exercising last night and could not go to sleep, so I finished this chapter. It went a different direction than what I first had planned, but I like this better. I have not updated this story in months, and I mean months. Someone has been asking me so kindly to update it, so here it is. I will try to keep updating. Hope you like it, and I would love reviews.
Chapter 10
Harry followed his Professor down to their basement. Unsure of where Snape was leading him, he held his wand in his pocket.
"Sir? I wanted to thank you again, for all those lovely clothes. I know I am a burden to your family, and I did not expect you to get me anything. I feel horrid that I could not give you anything." Harry said sincerely.
"Please, Mr. Potter do not consider it a gift, think of it more as necessaries. I do not expect anything in return, except for your respect, which I seem to be losing a un-winnable battle with, in the classroom." Severus said. Harry did not know what to say, of course he did not have Snape's trust before this, look at the way he had to treat him in front of all his friends, and enemies.
"I will of course, try my best, sir." Harry said.
"Yes, I know you will." Severus said, in a stern fatherly voice.
"Where are you taking me sir?" Harry asked as they got down to a door with a large serpent on it. Severus looked at it, and then spoke:
"Risolva la vostra propria salvezza. Non dipenda da altri." With those words, the door opened, to reveal a moderately sized study, covered in dark cherry paneling and dark green carpet.
"What is this place?" Harry asked again.
"This is my study, my private place where I come to sort out my thoughts from time to time." Severus said as he indicated for Harry to enter.
"What does your password mean?" Harry asked.
"It is a quote, 'Work out your own salvation. Do not depend on others.'"
"Oh." Harry said as he sat down on one of the black leather chairs in the room.
The study was very neat and tidy. Just what Harry would expect from his strict potions professor.
"So Mr. Potter, were you surprised when you found out that I was married?" Severus asked as he looked through a few of his desk drawers.
"Um, well yes to be perfectly honest. I mean you don't really seem the type to marry." Harry confessed, hoping that his professor would not be angry.
"You know your mother said the same thing, when I told her I was getting married." Severus said sitting behind the lavish looking desk, while Harry stood idly.
"I thought you hated my mother?" Harry questioned.
"What you saw when you so horribly entered my thoughts was a glimpse of me when I was only 15 years old. Shall I remind you that over the past year, you perhaps have said some things you have regretted, perhaps in the Headmasters office?" Severus questioned pressing his fingertips together.
"So you were friends with my mother?" Harry asked.
"Before I answer that I need to explain something to you. Have you ever talked to your Aunt about your mother?" Severus asked.
"No, I had asked about her, but she would always get this mean look on her face, and told me that she died in a car crash. It wasn't until Hagrid came and told me about Hogwarts, that I knew who my parents were." Harry explained.
"Did you ever find it odd, that she would not want to talk about her?" Severus asked again.
"Yeah, I mean, she did say that her parents were so proud of my mum for being a witch..." Harry trailed off.
"That is not why she will not talk about it." Severus said simply.
"Do you know my aunt, sir?" Harry asked.
"If you would stop asking so many questions I will tell you." Severus chided.
"Harry, do you remember what I told you about my brother Septimus?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your aunt was in love with my brother." Severus said simply.
It took a moment for this to sink in for Harry. Aunt Petunia, in love with someone other than Vernon Dursley, and to top it off, in love with a wizard. This was all very overwhelming to Harry.
"I assure you that this is no joke. While my brother was in the services of the Dark Lord, he met your mother's sister. You see, at your godfather's wedding, practically the whole wizarding world was invited, and so my brother and I went. Lily had brought along Petunia, and that is when they met. They spent the whole night practically wrapped in each others arms. Frankly, it made me rather sick." Severus commented.
"Whoa, back up, Sirius got married?" Harry asked shocked.
"Yes, to a woman named Morgana Jenkins. She died two years later, I thought her death is what caused him to murder all those people that night, but apparently, as the Headmaster has tried to convince me of, that it was not him."
"She died?"
"Yes, shall I say it in latin, or do you comprehend what I am telling you?"
"Fine, I am sorry." Harry said, still somewhat smitten.
"Back to your aunt. She and my brother were in love, but my brother ,being associated with Death Eaters, he had to keep it undercover. My father would have personally killed him, if he had found out that he was courting a muggle." Severus finished.
"So what happened?"
"I told you that my father had asked to get out of the service of the Dark Lord, correct?"
"Yes."
"And do you recall when Albus mentioned in the Prophecy that your parents had thwarted the Dark Lord thrice before their death?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Septimus and I also had the privilege of attending your parents wedding, and my much to our misfortune, the Dark Lord also wished to crash the event."
"When did my parents get married?" Harry asked.
"You mean you do not even know that?" Severus questioned.
"No, sir."
"October 31st 1977."
"But that was the day..." He trailed off again.
"I know, may I continue?" Severus asked somewhat annoyed.
"Yes, sir."
"So your parents along with their friends, stood against the Dark Lord and defeated him, but not without losses on both sides. The Dark Lord fled, taking your aunt and my brother with him,"
"What happened, I mean you said that your brother died when your father wished to get out of Voldermort's service." Harry asked more interested.
"I have told you before, never say his name!" Severus hissed.
"Sorry, sir. So, what happened?"
"It was that night that my father wanted out, basically, your aunt watched my brother die, and then was taken to safety by your godfather." Severus explained, leaning back in his chair, somewhat tired.
"So she watched the man she loved die?"
"Not only that, but she saw how evil and powerful magic can be. She has forgotten the beauty and the greatness that magic posses. Therefore, she no longer wishes to acknowledge it exists. She met your uncle a year later, then they married and had your cousin, Dudley." Severus finished.
"That is so sad, I wish she had told me." Harry said, looking down at his feet.
"She unfortunately will never tell you. She chose to have it erased from her memory, but she still has dreams of it. And I still remember it." Severus said turning his chair so that he was no longer facing the boy.
"Why would anyone choose to have their memories erased?" Harry asked.
"Sometimes, people feel that their memories are holding them back, and Albus gave her the option of erasing my brother's death from her mind, and reprogramming it to think that he just left and found someone else. Albus did not erase the good times she had with him, only those so unbearable. " Severus tried his best to explain.
"Sir, I don't think I would ever want my memories erased, no matter how bad some of them are." Harry concluded.
"I am glad, perhaps that someday you will be able to become a skilled Legitimist. But for now, you remain utterly incompetent."
Severus got up out of his chair, and walked over to a glass cabinet. Harry noticed that he had items that were similar to the Headmaster's. Severus magically unlocked the cabinet, and removed the wand that was sitting on one of the shelves.
"This, Harry is my brother's wand." Severus said as he carefully handed it to Harry.
Chapter 10
Harry followed his Professor down to their basement. Unsure of where Snape was leading him, he held his wand in his pocket.
"Sir? I wanted to thank you again, for all those lovely clothes. I know I am a burden to your family, and I did not expect you to get me anything. I feel horrid that I could not give you anything." Harry said sincerely.
"Please, Mr. Potter do not consider it a gift, think of it more as necessaries. I do not expect anything in return, except for your respect, which I seem to be losing a un-winnable battle with, in the classroom." Severus said. Harry did not know what to say, of course he did not have Snape's trust before this, look at the way he had to treat him in front of all his friends, and enemies.
"I will of course, try my best, sir." Harry said.
"Yes, I know you will." Severus said, in a stern fatherly voice.
"Where are you taking me sir?" Harry asked as they got down to a door with a large serpent on it. Severus looked at it, and then spoke:
"Risolva la vostra propria salvezza. Non dipenda da altri." With those words, the door opened, to reveal a moderately sized study, covered in dark cherry paneling and dark green carpet.
"What is this place?" Harry asked again.
"This is my study, my private place where I come to sort out my thoughts from time to time." Severus said as he indicated for Harry to enter.
"What does your password mean?" Harry asked.
"It is a quote, 'Work out your own salvation. Do not depend on others.'"
"Oh." Harry said as he sat down on one of the black leather chairs in the room.
The study was very neat and tidy. Just what Harry would expect from his strict potions professor.
"So Mr. Potter, were you surprised when you found out that I was married?" Severus asked as he looked through a few of his desk drawers.
"Um, well yes to be perfectly honest. I mean you don't really seem the type to marry." Harry confessed, hoping that his professor would not be angry.
"You know your mother said the same thing, when I told her I was getting married." Severus said sitting behind the lavish looking desk, while Harry stood idly.
"I thought you hated my mother?" Harry questioned.
"What you saw when you so horribly entered my thoughts was a glimpse of me when I was only 15 years old. Shall I remind you that over the past year, you perhaps have said some things you have regretted, perhaps in the Headmasters office?" Severus questioned pressing his fingertips together.
"So you were friends with my mother?" Harry asked.
"Before I answer that I need to explain something to you. Have you ever talked to your Aunt about your mother?" Severus asked.
"No, I had asked about her, but she would always get this mean look on her face, and told me that she died in a car crash. It wasn't until Hagrid came and told me about Hogwarts, that I knew who my parents were." Harry explained.
"Did you ever find it odd, that she would not want to talk about her?" Severus asked again.
"Yeah, I mean, she did say that her parents were so proud of my mum for being a witch..." Harry trailed off.
"That is not why she will not talk about it." Severus said simply.
"Do you know my aunt, sir?" Harry asked.
"If you would stop asking so many questions I will tell you." Severus chided.
"Harry, do you remember what I told you about my brother Septimus?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your aunt was in love with my brother." Severus said simply.
It took a moment for this to sink in for Harry. Aunt Petunia, in love with someone other than Vernon Dursley, and to top it off, in love with a wizard. This was all very overwhelming to Harry.
"I assure you that this is no joke. While my brother was in the services of the Dark Lord, he met your mother's sister. You see, at your godfather's wedding, practically the whole wizarding world was invited, and so my brother and I went. Lily had brought along Petunia, and that is when they met. They spent the whole night practically wrapped in each others arms. Frankly, it made me rather sick." Severus commented.
"Whoa, back up, Sirius got married?" Harry asked shocked.
"Yes, to a woman named Morgana Jenkins. She died two years later, I thought her death is what caused him to murder all those people that night, but apparently, as the Headmaster has tried to convince me of, that it was not him."
"She died?"
"Yes, shall I say it in latin, or do you comprehend what I am telling you?"
"Fine, I am sorry." Harry said, still somewhat smitten.
"Back to your aunt. She and my brother were in love, but my brother ,being associated with Death Eaters, he had to keep it undercover. My father would have personally killed him, if he had found out that he was courting a muggle." Severus finished.
"So what happened?"
"I told you that my father had asked to get out of the service of the Dark Lord, correct?"
"Yes."
"And do you recall when Albus mentioned in the Prophecy that your parents had thwarted the Dark Lord thrice before their death?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Septimus and I also had the privilege of attending your parents wedding, and my much to our misfortune, the Dark Lord also wished to crash the event."
"When did my parents get married?" Harry asked.
"You mean you do not even know that?" Severus questioned.
"No, sir."
"October 31st 1977."
"But that was the day..." He trailed off again.
"I know, may I continue?" Severus asked somewhat annoyed.
"Yes, sir."
"So your parents along with their friends, stood against the Dark Lord and defeated him, but not without losses on both sides. The Dark Lord fled, taking your aunt and my brother with him,"
"What happened, I mean you said that your brother died when your father wished to get out of Voldermort's service." Harry asked more interested.
"I have told you before, never say his name!" Severus hissed.
"Sorry, sir. So, what happened?"
"It was that night that my father wanted out, basically, your aunt watched my brother die, and then was taken to safety by your godfather." Severus explained, leaning back in his chair, somewhat tired.
"So she watched the man she loved die?"
"Not only that, but she saw how evil and powerful magic can be. She has forgotten the beauty and the greatness that magic posses. Therefore, she no longer wishes to acknowledge it exists. She met your uncle a year later, then they married and had your cousin, Dudley." Severus finished.
"That is so sad, I wish she had told me." Harry said, looking down at his feet.
"She unfortunately will never tell you. She chose to have it erased from her memory, but she still has dreams of it. And I still remember it." Severus said turning his chair so that he was no longer facing the boy.
"Why would anyone choose to have their memories erased?" Harry asked.
"Sometimes, people feel that their memories are holding them back, and Albus gave her the option of erasing my brother's death from her mind, and reprogramming it to think that he just left and found someone else. Albus did not erase the good times she had with him, only those so unbearable. " Severus tried his best to explain.
"Sir, I don't think I would ever want my memories erased, no matter how bad some of them are." Harry concluded.
"I am glad, perhaps that someday you will be able to become a skilled Legitimist. But for now, you remain utterly incompetent."
Severus got up out of his chair, and walked over to a glass cabinet. Harry noticed that he had items that were similar to the Headmaster's. Severus magically unlocked the cabinet, and removed the wand that was sitting on one of the shelves.
"This, Harry is my brother's wand." Severus said as he carefully handed it to Harry.