A/N: I am glad I still have some people who want to read this story. I am sorry if Snape is a little OOC, but I like him like this, I never imagined him to be a horrible person, just someone who wants the rules to be followed. Oh and for the record, I apologize if there is already a canon reason for why Harry is named Harry. I like my version better anyway. Besides what else are fics for but to make up things. :)
Chapter 11
"Wow, I have never seen a wand like this." Harry said, as he looked down at all the ancient markings that covered the shaft of the wand.
"It is not an ordinary wand. It is Godric Gryffindor's wand. As I told you my father and brother were both Gryffindors. You may be thinking that since I am in possession of this wand, that this somehow means we are related, however we are not. Godric Gryffindor is not related to my family, but the wand did find my brother, just as his sword found you. The Headmaster told me that you were able to pull Godric's wand out of the Sorting Hat in your Second year. Is that correct?" Severus asked.
"Yes, sir. The Hat came to me, and I just saw it lying there in the Hat. I didn't have my wand because Tom took it, so I used it to slay the Basilisk." Harry said still staring at the extraordinary wand.
"There is much to be said about a wizard's wand. As you know, your wand is the same as the Dark Lord's, that is how you were able to escape in your Fourth year."
"Yes, sir."
"It seems to me that all you have been doing up till now is escaping, that is until this past year. I am aware that you attempted an unforgivable. Am I correct?" Severus said looking at the boy.
"Yes, sir, I did." Harry said looking down again.
"What happened when you tried to perform the spell?" Severus asked.
"Nothing, that horrid woman just laughed at me." Harry thought bitterly. She had killed his godfather. She was evil, and Harry wanted so much for her to suffer.
""Nothing happened was suppose to happen because you are not meant to perform unforgivibles, you have something stronger inside of you. Do you know what that is?" Severus asked again.
"Love." Harry nearly whispered.
"That is correct. I am sure you have heard it before from the Headmaster. Your mother and father loved you so much! Why would you have wanted to throw that all away?"
"Is it because you don't feel loved anymore?" Severus asked sincerely.
"I guess so, I mean I know my friends care about me, and Remus and the Headmaster all care for me, but the other night, I did not love myself." Harry admitted.
"Harry, I know that I am strict, and harsh, and perhaps mean, as your professor, but there is something I think you should know." Severus paused for a moment. He knew that once he started talking the dam would burst, and he would never be seen as a horrible Potions Professor again.
"I think, that you posses all the good qualities of both your parents. You asked me earlier if I was a friend of your mother, well the truth is that is how I met Eowyn. Eowyn knew your mother better than anyone else. If you ever want to know about your mother, then you should ask her." Severus said, as he looked up and saw his wife at the door of the study.
"How is it going down here, I am not going to stay, but I was going to tell you that your daughter wishes to be tucked in." Eowyn said looking at Harry.
"Mr. Potter, stay here, we are not finished. I will be right back. Eowyn, why don't you stay and talk to Mr. Potter?" Severus suggested as he got up and walked to the doorway.
"Sir? Tell Sylvia good night for me." Harry said.
"I will." He replied and went up the stairs, while Eowyn walked over and sat in the other empty leather chair next to Harry.
"So Harry, is there anything you would like to know." Eowyn offered.
"I don't know." Harry thought for a few moments, and then decided that he did in fact have a question.
"Why did my mother name me Harry?" He asked.
"Ah, well you see, it all goes back to when we were little. I grew up next door to your mother, that is how we first met. I could tell that she was a witch the moment I saw her. She just had this magical glow around her, similar to my parents.
Anyway, we both played with this boy named Harry at the park in our neighborhood. When we were eight years old, Harry got sick. Lily said that he had a disease called Leukemia. She told me that he had to go to the hospital, and he would be in there for a long time.
About two months later Harry came back to the park and we noticed that he had lost all his hair. He didn't look like the young healthy little boy we once knew, but he told us he was in Remission, apparently that is when the disease stops attacking your body, that is how Lily explained it to me.
He stayed well for about six months and we all went to school together but then he had to go back to the hospital around Christmas time. Lily and I would visit him once a week, and he would have all these needles, and medicines all around. Being a pureblood, I was unsure what to think of all this, and Lily found herself going to visit him alone. I did not like seeing this little boy, no older than myself with so much heart and kindness, being taken away.
Lily however continued to stay with him. She would go and color, and play games with him. She would come back and tell me how he was doing, and we would make cards and toys for him, so that your mother would take them to him."
"He sounded like a good person." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Harry wasn't getting any better and we decided that we should try and do something extra special to make him feel better, so Lily asked him what he would really like to do before he died."
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"He wanted to go to a beach. He had never been, and he said that if he could that is where he would go."
"Did he make it?"
"Well we went back that next week, and we had brought pictures of the beach to show him, because being eight years old we were not quite sure how to go about getting Harry to a beach with all his needles and medicine. Harry's mother had told us when we had come to visit him, that he was now too sick for visitors. Lily insisted that she see him, and she went into the room and shut the door." Eowyn stopped for a moment.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"The room filled with this pink light, I had never seen anything like it before, but I knew it must have been magic. She had wanted nothing so much as to see him get better. I believe that some things are stronger than anything a doctor or mediwitch could ever do."
"What happened to Harry? Did he get better?" Harry asked, never imagining that he was actually named after a real person, let alone a boy who had suffered so much at such a young age.
"He got a bit better, and they let him take his trip to the beach. He died there, but neither of us was sad, because that is what he wanted. Lily had given part of herself to make our friend Harry happy, even if for one day. " Eowyn said, silent tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"So I was named after someone?"
"Yes, a very sweet boy, whom I will never forget, and I think you embody everything my friend Harry did."
"Thank you, I hope that I can live up to the name." Harry said sheepishly.
"Harry, look at me. You are extraordinary. You have lived through more than anyone could ever imagine. Your mother would be so proud."
Upstairs, Severus was attempting to get his daughter to go to sleep.
"Sylvia, stop jumping on your bed, you know what daddy thinks about that." He scolded.
"Daddy, I am too happy to sleep!" Sylvia exclaimed.
"Well, you know, that Santa is still watching to make sure little girls and boys obey their parents so that he won't have to come and take back all the wonderful gifts that he left you." Severus said, grabbing his daughter in mid-bounce and pulling her onto his lap.
"Daddy, look, my toof is woose!" Sylvia said as she wiggled her tooth with her finger.
"Don't talk with your fingers in your mouth." Severus said, losing an unwinable battle with his six year old.
"Daddy, I want you to stay home all the time, and have Harry stay with us."
"You know daddy has to go back to work, we all ready talked about this, and Mr. Potter has to go back to school."
"I want to go back to school with you!" Sylvia whined.
"Your not old enough yet, but I promise when you are, you can come to my school, and see what it is like. Right now it is time for bed." Severus said as he held his daughter in one arm over the shoulder, and pulled down her sheets with the other arm, then gently tossed her into her bed.
"Daddy, I thought you said no more jumping!" Sylvia giggled, as she bounced as she hit the mattress.
"Oh no, I guess we're just going to have to pay the toll." Severus played.
"What is the toll daddy?"
"It is the price you have to pay when you break the rules."
"What is that?"
"A kiss." He said as he closed his eyes and waited for his kiss.
"Okay." Sylvia sat up and gave her father a kiss on the cheek.
"It is time for bed now." Severus said more seriously.
"No, five more minutes?" She begged.
"No, I think now."
"Four more minutes?"
"How about I lay here with you until you fall asleep, is that a deal?" Severus asked.
"Okay daddy."
"Okay Sylvia. Scoot over, so your very tall father can fit in your tiny little bed." Severus said as he attempted to lie on top of her sheets.
"Daddy, you're too big!"
"I am most certainly am not!" Severus said as he wrapped his arms around his daughter.
"Goodnight, Sylvia." Severus said as he magically turned off the light.
"Goodnight daddy." The two lay there for a few minutes while Severus got a large cramp in his left arm.
"Daddy?" He heard Sylvia say.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too darling." With that, Severus closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Harry and Eowyn had been down in the study for a good thirty minutes, when they decided to go see what happened to Severus. Harry carefully placed the wand on Severus's desk, and followed Eowyn upstairs.
They found Severus asleep on Sylvia's twin size bed, with her wrapped in his arms. Harry almost wanted to laugh at this very awkward pair, but in a way, it was touching. He decided that he hoped that he could be the kind of father that Severus was to his daughter.
Harry went to bed that night feeling a lot better about himself, and the Snapes.
Chapter 11
"Wow, I have never seen a wand like this." Harry said, as he looked down at all the ancient markings that covered the shaft of the wand.
"It is not an ordinary wand. It is Godric Gryffindor's wand. As I told you my father and brother were both Gryffindors. You may be thinking that since I am in possession of this wand, that this somehow means we are related, however we are not. Godric Gryffindor is not related to my family, but the wand did find my brother, just as his sword found you. The Headmaster told me that you were able to pull Godric's wand out of the Sorting Hat in your Second year. Is that correct?" Severus asked.
"Yes, sir. The Hat came to me, and I just saw it lying there in the Hat. I didn't have my wand because Tom took it, so I used it to slay the Basilisk." Harry said still staring at the extraordinary wand.
"There is much to be said about a wizard's wand. As you know, your wand is the same as the Dark Lord's, that is how you were able to escape in your Fourth year."
"Yes, sir."
"It seems to me that all you have been doing up till now is escaping, that is until this past year. I am aware that you attempted an unforgivable. Am I correct?" Severus said looking at the boy.
"Yes, sir, I did." Harry said looking down again.
"What happened when you tried to perform the spell?" Severus asked.
"Nothing, that horrid woman just laughed at me." Harry thought bitterly. She had killed his godfather. She was evil, and Harry wanted so much for her to suffer.
""Nothing happened was suppose to happen because you are not meant to perform unforgivibles, you have something stronger inside of you. Do you know what that is?" Severus asked again.
"Love." Harry nearly whispered.
"That is correct. I am sure you have heard it before from the Headmaster. Your mother and father loved you so much! Why would you have wanted to throw that all away?"
"Is it because you don't feel loved anymore?" Severus asked sincerely.
"I guess so, I mean I know my friends care about me, and Remus and the Headmaster all care for me, but the other night, I did not love myself." Harry admitted.
"Harry, I know that I am strict, and harsh, and perhaps mean, as your professor, but there is something I think you should know." Severus paused for a moment. He knew that once he started talking the dam would burst, and he would never be seen as a horrible Potions Professor again.
"I think, that you posses all the good qualities of both your parents. You asked me earlier if I was a friend of your mother, well the truth is that is how I met Eowyn. Eowyn knew your mother better than anyone else. If you ever want to know about your mother, then you should ask her." Severus said, as he looked up and saw his wife at the door of the study.
"How is it going down here, I am not going to stay, but I was going to tell you that your daughter wishes to be tucked in." Eowyn said looking at Harry.
"Mr. Potter, stay here, we are not finished. I will be right back. Eowyn, why don't you stay and talk to Mr. Potter?" Severus suggested as he got up and walked to the doorway.
"Sir? Tell Sylvia good night for me." Harry said.
"I will." He replied and went up the stairs, while Eowyn walked over and sat in the other empty leather chair next to Harry.
"So Harry, is there anything you would like to know." Eowyn offered.
"I don't know." Harry thought for a few moments, and then decided that he did in fact have a question.
"Why did my mother name me Harry?" He asked.
"Ah, well you see, it all goes back to when we were little. I grew up next door to your mother, that is how we first met. I could tell that she was a witch the moment I saw her. She just had this magical glow around her, similar to my parents.
Anyway, we both played with this boy named Harry at the park in our neighborhood. When we were eight years old, Harry got sick. Lily said that he had a disease called Leukemia. She told me that he had to go to the hospital, and he would be in there for a long time.
About two months later Harry came back to the park and we noticed that he had lost all his hair. He didn't look like the young healthy little boy we once knew, but he told us he was in Remission, apparently that is when the disease stops attacking your body, that is how Lily explained it to me.
He stayed well for about six months and we all went to school together but then he had to go back to the hospital around Christmas time. Lily and I would visit him once a week, and he would have all these needles, and medicines all around. Being a pureblood, I was unsure what to think of all this, and Lily found herself going to visit him alone. I did not like seeing this little boy, no older than myself with so much heart and kindness, being taken away.
Lily however continued to stay with him. She would go and color, and play games with him. She would come back and tell me how he was doing, and we would make cards and toys for him, so that your mother would take them to him."
"He sounded like a good person." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Harry wasn't getting any better and we decided that we should try and do something extra special to make him feel better, so Lily asked him what he would really like to do before he died."
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"He wanted to go to a beach. He had never been, and he said that if he could that is where he would go."
"Did he make it?"
"Well we went back that next week, and we had brought pictures of the beach to show him, because being eight years old we were not quite sure how to go about getting Harry to a beach with all his needles and medicine. Harry's mother had told us when we had come to visit him, that he was now too sick for visitors. Lily insisted that she see him, and she went into the room and shut the door." Eowyn stopped for a moment.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"The room filled with this pink light, I had never seen anything like it before, but I knew it must have been magic. She had wanted nothing so much as to see him get better. I believe that some things are stronger than anything a doctor or mediwitch could ever do."
"What happened to Harry? Did he get better?" Harry asked, never imagining that he was actually named after a real person, let alone a boy who had suffered so much at such a young age.
"He got a bit better, and they let him take his trip to the beach. He died there, but neither of us was sad, because that is what he wanted. Lily had given part of herself to make our friend Harry happy, even if for one day. " Eowyn said, silent tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"So I was named after someone?"
"Yes, a very sweet boy, whom I will never forget, and I think you embody everything my friend Harry did."
"Thank you, I hope that I can live up to the name." Harry said sheepishly.
"Harry, look at me. You are extraordinary. You have lived through more than anyone could ever imagine. Your mother would be so proud."
Upstairs, Severus was attempting to get his daughter to go to sleep.
"Sylvia, stop jumping on your bed, you know what daddy thinks about that." He scolded.
"Daddy, I am too happy to sleep!" Sylvia exclaimed.
"Well, you know, that Santa is still watching to make sure little girls and boys obey their parents so that he won't have to come and take back all the wonderful gifts that he left you." Severus said, grabbing his daughter in mid-bounce and pulling her onto his lap.
"Daddy, look, my toof is woose!" Sylvia said as she wiggled her tooth with her finger.
"Don't talk with your fingers in your mouth." Severus said, losing an unwinable battle with his six year old.
"Daddy, I want you to stay home all the time, and have Harry stay with us."
"You know daddy has to go back to work, we all ready talked about this, and Mr. Potter has to go back to school."
"I want to go back to school with you!" Sylvia whined.
"Your not old enough yet, but I promise when you are, you can come to my school, and see what it is like. Right now it is time for bed." Severus said as he held his daughter in one arm over the shoulder, and pulled down her sheets with the other arm, then gently tossed her into her bed.
"Daddy, I thought you said no more jumping!" Sylvia giggled, as she bounced as she hit the mattress.
"Oh no, I guess we're just going to have to pay the toll." Severus played.
"What is the toll daddy?"
"It is the price you have to pay when you break the rules."
"What is that?"
"A kiss." He said as he closed his eyes and waited for his kiss.
"Okay." Sylvia sat up and gave her father a kiss on the cheek.
"It is time for bed now." Severus said more seriously.
"No, five more minutes?" She begged.
"No, I think now."
"Four more minutes?"
"How about I lay here with you until you fall asleep, is that a deal?" Severus asked.
"Okay daddy."
"Okay Sylvia. Scoot over, so your very tall father can fit in your tiny little bed." Severus said as he attempted to lie on top of her sheets.
"Daddy, you're too big!"
"I am most certainly am not!" Severus said as he wrapped his arms around his daughter.
"Goodnight, Sylvia." Severus said as he magically turned off the light.
"Goodnight daddy." The two lay there for a few minutes while Severus got a large cramp in his left arm.
"Daddy?" He heard Sylvia say.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too darling." With that, Severus closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Harry and Eowyn had been down in the study for a good thirty minutes, when they decided to go see what happened to Severus. Harry carefully placed the wand on Severus's desk, and followed Eowyn upstairs.
They found Severus asleep on Sylvia's twin size bed, with her wrapped in his arms. Harry almost wanted to laugh at this very awkward pair, but in a way, it was touching. He decided that he hoped that he could be the kind of father that Severus was to his daughter.
Harry went to bed that night feeling a lot better about himself, and the Snapes.