Invenio Veritas
By Penpunk
Disclaimer: This story has been written for the pure enjoyment of the author and those that wish to view her twisted views on the world of Harry Potter. In no way, shape, or form is she getting paid for this. Poo . . .
Chapter 11: Getting to Know You
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Harry slept peacefully through the night. Even though he didn't have his stronger sleep potion, Voldemort had decided to take the night off so Harry didn't have any trouble. Despite being so tired, Harry had managed to wake up well before anyone in the tower. He walked down from the dormitories and saw he was the only person in the common room. He didn't mind, though this could very well be the last day he spent in the Gryffindor common room. He went over to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down, staring into the warm fire.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up and saw Hermione coming down from the dormitory.
"Wow Harry, I don't think you've ever gotten up this early on a weekend," said Hermione as she sat next to him on the couch. "Are you nervous about today?"
Harry nodded. "I don't know what I'll do if I get sorted into another house. I honestly don't know how you two will handle Sirius without me. I have a feeling that we'll be getting more than our share of detentions now that he'll be here. You know Sirius. Prankster for life and now he has the chance to do it everyday."
Hermione laughed. "I can't wait for our next Potions class. I just hope you're there to see it Harry."
"I know. I hope so too."
The common room began to fill with students as the morning wore on. Ron was one of the last Gryffindors to wake as always.
"Hey Harry," said Ron as he came down the stairs. "When did you get up?"
"Way before you did," said Harry as he stood up and stretched. "I was the first one in the common room this morning."
"Bit anxious?" asked Ron.
Harry nodded. "Come on, let's go get breakfast."
"Wait Harry," said Hermione. "I just remembered something. Ron and I were talking last night and we want to go with you when you switch, if that's okay?"
"Yeah, sure, that'd be great. I don't think Dumbledore will mind."
Ron and Hermione both smiled.
"Now let's go," said Harry. "I'm starved."
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Breakfast went by without too many things happening out of the ordinary. The one exception being during the owl post. A large brown barn owl came flying in carrying what looked like a broomstick, but it didn't drop the package at any of the house tables. It flew over the head table and dropped its package into the waiting hands of Lupin. He smiled slightly at Dumbledore before placing his package under the table.
"What does Lupin need a broom for?" asked Ron, turning to Harry.
"I don't know. Lupin doesn't look like the type who would enjoy flying much," said Harry as he broke a piece of bacon in half.
"So when are you going to do you-know-what?" asked Hermione.
Harry shrugged. "I think Snape or Dumbledore will get me when its time."
Harry was right. After breakfast, the headmaster approached him.
"If you are ready, Harry, it's time to go."
"I'm ready but I was wondering if Ron and Hermione could come with me?"
"I don't see why not. I'm sure your father will be fine with it."
"Are we going to do it in your office?" asked Harry.
"No," said Dumbledore. "We are going to do it in Severus' chambers. You'll have to stay there the remainder of the day, until after the sorting. Come, let's get going."
The three young wizards followed Dumbledore down to the dungeon and to Severus' private rooms. They walked in and Ron and Hermione were instantly in awe of the normalcy of Snape's living quarters. Severus was sitting at the table in the corner and Sirius and Lupin were on the couch talking.
"Severus, you don't mind if Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley join us, do you?"
"No Albus, it's fine," said Severus. His tone of voice was a little unusual. It wasn't cold or dry. It was almost pleasant.
"Then I guess we can get started."
With that, Dumbledore took out his wand and began muttering Latin words Harry didn't know. He finished and Harry wondered if it had worked. He certainly didn't feel different.
"Did it work?" asked Harry.
Dumbledore smiled as he nodded his head. "You can look in the mirror if you want."
Harry started to walk over to a mirror on the wall that wasn't there before and suddenly noticed that his frame was different. He was still as tall as he was before the charm was removed but his knees were no longer knobby and his limbs were all longer. Harry looked down at his hands and realized they were different. His fingers were not stubby and short, but long and tapered. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. His hair was also longer. It fell just above his shoulders and felt quite different. Harry then walked over to the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he stood in front of it. His jaw dropped. He was looking at a complete stranger.
His hair looked quite different. It was still jet-black but it was long and had a slight wave to it. His eyes were still as green as ever but thick, dark lashes now framed them. His now dark, thin eyebrows arched slightly, just like Snape's. His trademark scar was still as visible as ever. Harry was relieved to see that he had inherited his mother's nose, and her mouth as well. His lips were full, not thin like Snape's, but he could see traces of his father in him. In his cheekbones, the slight slant of his eyes, and the smoothness of his jaw line.
Severus looked at his son's true appearance. To see him, as he should have been, made him feel emotions he never experienced before. Pride, for one. To see how handsome his son was made his heart swell. He looked so much like Lily but was undoubtedly a Snape. He also felt sorry for him. Harry had spent the last fifteen years looking in the mirror and seeing the same person. To have that ripped from you, to be a stranger to yourself, has to be incredibly hard.
"Wow Harry," said Hermione. "You look . . . great."
"Yeah Harry," said Ron. "You look more like you. I mean, that look fits you better somehow."
Harry didn't know what to think. He just lost a part of himself he had known for the last fifteen years. He was also a little relieved.
"At least I can go to Diagon Alley without having someone recognize me. Well, except for my scar. What are we going to do about that?"
"I'm not sure," said Dumbledore. "I don't think a simple glamour spell will cover it."
"We could always change the shape of it," said Sirius. "Make it less distinguishable."
"I'll do something about it before the sorting," said Severus.
"That will be fine," said Dumbledore. "Now, Harry has a new look but he still needs a name. I have papers all ready to send to the ministry and the records room. I just need a name to put on them. Harry, do you have any preferences for a name?"
Harry thought for a moment. Name himself? Did anyone ever get that chance?
"Honestly Professor, I don't think it's really my place to name myself. Professor Snape and Sirius can choose if they want."
"Alright," said Dumbledore. "Severus, you are his father. Do you have any ideas?"
Severus thought for a moment. This is something he never thought he's be doing. Naming his son. Merlin, what to name him. He's always been Harry.
"What about Alexander?"
Alexander Snape. 'Well, at least it sounds better than Harry Snape,' thought Harry.
"Is that acceptable Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry nodded.
"Sirius," continued Dumbledore. "Any ideas for a middle name?"
Sirius thought for a moment and Harry became slightly frightened at the smile that spread across his face.
"Padfoot."
"Black, stop being an idiot. Harry's middle name is not going to be Padfoot," said Severus.
"No offense Sirius," said Lupin, speaking for the first time since Harry had arrived, "but Alexander Padfoot Snape doesn't really have a ring to it."
"I know. I was just joking," said Sirius. "How about Helluin?"
Helluin? Harry had never heard that name before but he like the sound. Alexander Helluin Snape. Harry approved. That name sounded cool.
"I like that name Sirius," said Harry.
"Severus, is that an acceptable name?" asked Dumbledore.
Severus nodded.
"Then it's settled. Alexander Snape will be sorted tonight at dinner. Now Sirius, it's your turn."
Sirius stood up from the couch and walked over to Dumbledore. As usual, he had a gigantic grin on his face. Dumbledore took out his wand and began muttering a long string of Latin. A faint blue glow began to radiate around Sirius and then there was a blinding flash of light. After Harry opened his eyes, he was met by a smiling face that looked very much like his own.
"So, how do I look?" asked Sirius.
"Its like looking in a mirror . . . kind of," said Harry. "Wait, Professor Dumbledore. Sirius' eyes are still gray."
Dumbledore looked closely at the new Harry and saw that the old Harry was right.
"Well, I think a glamour spell will fix that," said Dumbledore. He muttered another spell and flicked his wand at Sirius' eyes. Sure enough, they from gray to green. "I don't believe there's a need for glasses. Harry, you haven't been wearing them lately, have you?"
"No," said Harry. "I think everyone thinks I got contacts or something."
Dumbledore clapped both the new Harry and the old Harry on the shoulder. "Well, I'd love to stay but I have to get all your stuff together, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I'll see you at the sorting tonight."
Everyone said their goodbyes as the headmaster left the room.
"This is going to be so much fun," said Sirius, making use of Harry's straight white teeth by grinning widely. "Harry, I hope you get back into Gryffindor. You still have James' cloak, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Black, don't think you have any special privileges here. You still have to act like a student," said Severus. "You have to be careful unless, of course, you want to be tortured by deatheaters."
"Oh, I'm being tortured by a rather greasy and annoying deatheater right now," said Sirius. Harry was a little amused by the fact that these words were being said by his voice instead of Sirius'.
"Just wait for my class, Black. At least I won't have to pretend to hate you."
Lupin suddenly cleared his throat and Severus and Sirius stopped arguing. They both turned and looked at him.
"Severus, if it would be alright, could we leave Harry, Sirius, Ron and Hermione alone for a while? Sirius needs some briefing on how to be Harry Potter and you being here isn't helping."
"Leave Sirius Black in here? Ha!"
"Professor," said Harry. "He won't do anything. He'll sit on the couch and he won't touch a thing. Anyway, Hermione is very skilled in full body binds, you know, in case he gets out of hand."
"You're talking about me like I'm some kind of unruly dog . . . oh wait . . . um . . .I'll be good," said Sirius as he sat on the sofa.
"Alright, I trust you to keep things in order Harry," said Severus as he stood up to leave. "Everyone has to leave at lunch time. I'll come back then."
Lupin smiled as he walked by the four and Severus shot Sirius a death glare before leaving with Lupin.
Sirius turned to Hermione. "You really wouldn't put me in a body bind, would you?"
Ron snorted. "Nah, she fancies you too much to do that."
"Ron!"
"Well you do."
"What?" said Sirius, turning to Hermione. "You fancy me?"
Hermione gave Ron a swift kick in the shin before plopping down in one of the armchairs. Harry laughed as he sat next to Sirius on the sofa. Ron limped over to the second armchair.
"I said you were more handsome than Ron," said Hermione. "But now that I think about it, just about anything is more handsome than Ron."
"Ooh Hermione, that really hurts by feelings!" said Ron, making sure no one missed the sarcasm.
Sirius and Harry sat on the sofa, watching the two teens exchange words like a tennis match.
"Are they always like this?" asked Sirius.
"Yeah, pretty much. I usually just stay out of it. Whatever you do, don't take sides. Trust me."
Sirius laughed. "So, what else do I need to know to survive being Harry Potter?"
"Well," said Harry as he thought for a moment. "Um . . . my dorm mates are Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus. You know Ron. Neville is a bit pudgy and has freckles. He's really nice but pretty clumsy. If you can help it, don't partner with him in Potions. Dean is a tall black boy. He's muggleborn and loves football. Don't say anything against West Ham United or he'll curse you into the next century."
"West Ham what?" said Sirius.
"It's a muggle thing," said Harry. "Seamus is Irish. He has sandy colored hair. All the guys in the dorm are really nice."
"What about the girls?" asked Sirius, grinning.
"Dirty old man," muttered Harry under his breath.
Sirius obviously heard him. "I am not old. I'm thirty-four, that's not old!"
"Well, remember, you may be thirty-four but these girls are all under seventeen. Anyway, there's Hermione, you know her. The other two fifth year girls are Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Parvati has olive skin and long black hair. Lavender has blonde hair and she's kind of short. I swear there both joined at the hip. Be careful though. Parvati has a twin sister, Padma, who's in Ravenclaw. Don't get them mixed up. They don't really like that."
"Hmm. . . twins," said Sirius.
"Sirius, I can still get Hermione to do that body bind," said Harry, smiling slyly at his Godfather.
"Just joking," said Sirius. "Anyone else I should know about?"
"Um . . . Collin Creevy. He follows me around everywhere. Trust me, you'll know who his is. Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers. You'll get on great with them. They're like a younger version of you times two. They have a friend, Lee Jordan. He's got dreadlocks and he's the commentator for the Quidditch matches. Um . . . Ginny, Ron younger sister. She's nice but a bit shy. There's Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, they're on the quidditch team. . ."
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Sirius as he saw his godson trail off.
"I just sort of realized that I won't get to play quidditch."
Sirius smiled. "Don't worry Harry. You'll get to play."
Harry gave Sirius a puzzled look but decided not to think about it.
Hermione and Ron were still arguing but Harry had a feeling they didn't remember what they were arguing about in the first place.
"So Harry, or should I say Alex," said Sirius as he leaned into Harry and bumped him sideways with his shoulder. "What's it like being Severus Snape's son?"
"It's weird being anyone's son," said Harry as he tucked his long locks behind his ears. "It weird, I guess. We really don't know how to act around each other. I don't know. I have seen a whole other side to him. Snape's not so bad if he doesn't hate you."
"So you guys are getting along okay?"
"Well, we did get into a tiny argument on Thursday but other than that, it's been fine. What about you? How are you doing? Last night you seemed really shocked."
"Yeah, well I didn't sleep much. I did a lot of thinking, though. It was a shock, but it made me so sad that you were afraid to tell me. Since I found you, I have told you to tell me everything. I'm sorry if I did anything that would make you think I would shun you if you weren't Harry Potter. It made me realize that Snape and I have been complete idiots. We have carried this stupid grudge for eighteen years. I hate him but I respect him for what he has done to keep you safe."
Harry just nodded at his Godfather's words.
"So, anything else exciting happen at school so far?" asked Sirius as he leaned back on the couch, hands behind his head.
"No, not really. Something kind of interesting happened this morning, though."
"Really? What?"
"Professor Lupin got a broom delivered to him this morning."
Sirius smiled. "That's because I ordered one in his name."
"Oh, the brooms yours?"
"Yeah, I decided that since I'm going to be here all year, I'd better make the best of it. I haven't been on a broom for about fourteen years. Actually, longer than that. After I left Hogwarts, I had a flying motorcycle. Merlin, I miss that bike."
"What kind of broom did you get?"
"Firebolt. This years model isn't any different then the one you have but they're still as expensive as hell."
"I never did get a chance to thank you for the broom you gave me," said Harry. "But really, thank you. That broom helped us win the cup third year."
"No, your seeker skills won that cup. You fly better than anyone I know."
"Yeah, well I just hope I get to play."
Harry and Sirius stopped talking long enough to notice that Ron and Hermione had stopped arguing.
"Are you two done acting like children?" asked Sirius.
"Look who's talking," said Harry, looking at Sirius.
"That's it. Your gonna get it Snape," said Sirius as he jumped up and started wrestling with Harry. Ron jumped up and started cheering for Harry while Hermione sat in the armchair with her wand out, just in case things got out of hand.
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Severus walked back down to his private rooms. He just hoped it still was in one piece. He opened the door and saw that the four children were still sitting on the sofa, talking. Snape cleared his throat and they all looked up at him. Harry's new appearance was still a shock for him as he saw his son's face relax when he saw that it was just Severus.
"Lunch is about to start and you three need to leave. Black, try and act as much like Harry as possible. His personality is quite different from yours. In short, don't be an idiot. Weasley and Granger, keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't attract to much attention to himself."
"Bye Harry," said Hermione as she gave her friend a hug.
"It's okay Hermione. It's not like I'm going anywhere."
"We hope you don't," said Ron. "See you later tonight."
"Bye Alex," said Sirius as he followed Ron and Hermione to the door.
"Bye Harry," said Harry as Sirius walked out the door. Severus shut the door behind Sirius and walked over to the table in the corner.
"Are you hungry?" asked Severus as he got out his wand.
"Yeah, actually I am," said Harry as he stood up. Severus conjured a plate of sandwiches and a flask of pumpkin juice. Harry and Severus both sat down at the table and began to eat in silence. Severus occasionally stole glances at Harry. Weasley was right. Harry's true look did suit him more. To see pieces of Lily in him was a bit of a relief, but it also stirred memories forgotten long ago.
Harry and Severus both ate their fill and the food and plates disappeared. Severus decided to try and start a conversation with his son.
"So are you nervous?"
"I was but I'm not really worrying about it as much. Thanks for letting Sirius, Ron, and Hermione stay."
"Your welcome."
They fell into silence again. Harry bit the side of his lip as his eyes wandered around the room. How was he supposed to have a conversation with a man he hardly knew?
"Um, Professor, what's you middle name?"
Severus was caught off guard by this question. He could see that Harry was serious and so he answered.
"My middle name is Dae. Why do you ask?"
"I didn't know it, so I decided to ask. There's a lot I don't know about you."
"And there's a lot I don't know about you. Um, what's your favorite color?"
"Blue. Yours?"
"Take a guess."
"Oh," said Harry. "I thought the black was just for dramatic effect. What's your favorite food?"
"Pasta. Yours?"
"Pizza."
"Pizza?"
"Muggle thing. When's your birthday?"
"February 26th. Yours is July something, right?"
"July 31st. How'd you know?"
"Dumbledore told me, I think. Favorite book?"
"Catcher in the Rye."
"That's one of my favorites as well, even for a muggle book."
"My cousin has a whole bookshelf full of books but I don't think he can read. I moved out of the cupboard and into the bedroom with that bookshelf. I'm pretty close to reading them all."
"You must like to read."
"Yeah, I guess. Not much to do at the Dursleys. I stay in my room as much as possible. What's your house like?"
"It's big. Too big. I usually stay here during the summer."
"Why?"
"To be honest, I feel alone there. Usually that's how I like it, but there, I feel too alone. I stay here to keep my mind occupied. Being at my house clouds my concentration," Severus paused as he thought about his words. He had never shared feeling like that with anyone for a very long time. "What's your favorite class?"
"DADA. I've liked that class since third year, but I almost hated it as much as your class second year."
"Let me guess," said Severus as he crossed his arms. "Gilderoy Lockhart?"
Harry nodded and rolled his eyes. "That guy was a nightmare. When I found out I had detention with him, I even asked McGonagall if I could have it with you instead."
"That bad?"
"I answered his fan mail for four hours."
"Ouch."
"Torture. What about you? Was Potions your favorite class?"
"I liked Potions but my favorite class was Herbology."
"I never would have guessed that as your favorite class."
"Most people wouldn't. What about you, Harry. Do you have anything people don't know about you?"
Harry decided to tell him something he had never told anyone but Dumbledore.
"Yeah, when I was getting sorted, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin."
This was quite a surprise to Severus.
"Why didn't it?"
"I asked it not to."
"You asked it not to and it put you in Gryffindor?"
Harry nodded. "I just hope me being in Gryffindor has drove out all of my Slytherin attributes."
"Harry, I can't say I've ever seen any Slytherin qualities in you. You hate to show off, you're uncomfortable in leadership positions and you're too damn brave and considerate."
"Yes, but I'm also a Parseltongue."
Severus had forgotten about that. "Well, that's one thing. Anyway, you're the first Parseltongue since Voldemort went to school here. No one else in Slytherin can talk to snakes."
"I hope you're right," said Harry. "I really don't want to leave Gryffindor."
"Whatever happens, happens. Don't worry too much Harry."
Harry tried a faint smile but he couldn't help but be worried.
"Before I forget, we need to do something about that scar," said Severus as he leaned into get a closer look at Harry's forehead. "Changing the shape would be painful. I can try a combination of concealing and glamour charms. Come over here." Harry stood up and followed his father to the sofa. Harry sat down and Severus stood in front of him. He muttered a few spells and Harry could feel his scar getting warm.
"Hmm. . . let's try something else," said Severus. He said a few more spells.
"Did it work?" asked Harry, opening one eye.
"No," Severus sat down in an armchair. "I don't know what else would work."
"How much would changing the shape hurt?" asked Harry as he reached up and rubbed his scar.
"A lot. I would have to make new cuts on your head. The scars wouldn't be permanent."
Harry thought for a moment. "Then lets do that. I do have a pretty high pain tolerance."
"Are you sure?" asked Severus.
Harry nodded. Severus stood up and again stood in front of his son. He tipped Harry's chin up slightly. Harry closed his eyes as Severus took out his wand. Placing a hand on the side of Harry's face, he brushed aside a few errant locks of hair and started to reshape the scar. Harry stayed still until Severus took his hand away. He reached up and felt the new marks. Now it was just a series of jagged lines.
"I think that should be good enough," said Severus as he reviewed his work.
"Thanks," said Harry as he tucked his hair back behind his ears.
"Your welcome. I guess this means you're officially Alexander Helluin Snape," said Severus as he sat back down in his chair.
"Yeah, I guess so."
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The rest of the afternoon had been spent talking to each other. Harry could definitely say, as he followed his father down to the Great Hall, that he knew much more about Severus than he ever thought he would. He found out that his father was actually a much more interesting man than he made himself out to be.
Dumbledore met them at the back entrance to the Great Hall.
"Hello Alex. How was your day?" asked Dumbledore with a bright smile.
"Fine," answered Harry.
"Are you ready?"
Harry looked up at his father and back to Dumbledore.
"Yes."
"Then follow me," said Dumbledore as he turned and walked into the hall. The hallway they entered led to a door directly behind the Head Table. Dumbledore walked in front of the table with Harry standing off to the side. Severus took his seat.
"If I could have your attention please," said Dumbledore, addressing the entire hall. "I have an important announcement. Today, a new student will join us. He is transferring from Thalion Academy to Hogwarts for the remainder of the year at the request of his father. Please help me in welcoming Hogwart's newest student: Alexander Snape."
There was scattered applause from the students, most being the Slytherins. Most of the students looked up at the tall boy standing next to Dumbledore. Harry could make out some of the whispers.
"Snape has a son?"
"Who would have a kid with Snape?"
"He looks like him."
"Yeah, but he's actually kinda cute."
"Alex," continued Dumbledore. "Would you be so kind as to place the Sorting Hat on your head?" Dumbledore summoned the hat and a stool and placed it in front of him.
Harry nodded as he walked apprehensively to the stool. He sat down on the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
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AHH! Please don't hurt me! I thought it would be more dramatic if I made you wait until the next chapter to see where Harry is sorted. By the way, Harry's middle name is pronounced hel-loo-in. A million kudo points to anyone who can tell me the meaning of Harry and Severus' middle names. Helluin and Dae.
Kateydidnt: Thanks for the "essay." I hope it's okay if I used some of your arguments. They were very helpful.
Keep the great reviews coming!
Penpunk
By Penpunk
Disclaimer: This story has been written for the pure enjoyment of the author and those that wish to view her twisted views on the world of Harry Potter. In no way, shape, or form is she getting paid for this. Poo . . .
Chapter 11: Getting to Know You
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Harry slept peacefully through the night. Even though he didn't have his stronger sleep potion, Voldemort had decided to take the night off so Harry didn't have any trouble. Despite being so tired, Harry had managed to wake up well before anyone in the tower. He walked down from the dormitories and saw he was the only person in the common room. He didn't mind, though this could very well be the last day he spent in the Gryffindor common room. He went over to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down, staring into the warm fire.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up and saw Hermione coming down from the dormitory.
"Wow Harry, I don't think you've ever gotten up this early on a weekend," said Hermione as she sat next to him on the couch. "Are you nervous about today?"
Harry nodded. "I don't know what I'll do if I get sorted into another house. I honestly don't know how you two will handle Sirius without me. I have a feeling that we'll be getting more than our share of detentions now that he'll be here. You know Sirius. Prankster for life and now he has the chance to do it everyday."
Hermione laughed. "I can't wait for our next Potions class. I just hope you're there to see it Harry."
"I know. I hope so too."
The common room began to fill with students as the morning wore on. Ron was one of the last Gryffindors to wake as always.
"Hey Harry," said Ron as he came down the stairs. "When did you get up?"
"Way before you did," said Harry as he stood up and stretched. "I was the first one in the common room this morning."
"Bit anxious?" asked Ron.
Harry nodded. "Come on, let's go get breakfast."
"Wait Harry," said Hermione. "I just remembered something. Ron and I were talking last night and we want to go with you when you switch, if that's okay?"
"Yeah, sure, that'd be great. I don't think Dumbledore will mind."
Ron and Hermione both smiled.
"Now let's go," said Harry. "I'm starved."
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Breakfast went by without too many things happening out of the ordinary. The one exception being during the owl post. A large brown barn owl came flying in carrying what looked like a broomstick, but it didn't drop the package at any of the house tables. It flew over the head table and dropped its package into the waiting hands of Lupin. He smiled slightly at Dumbledore before placing his package under the table.
"What does Lupin need a broom for?" asked Ron, turning to Harry.
"I don't know. Lupin doesn't look like the type who would enjoy flying much," said Harry as he broke a piece of bacon in half.
"So when are you going to do you-know-what?" asked Hermione.
Harry shrugged. "I think Snape or Dumbledore will get me when its time."
Harry was right. After breakfast, the headmaster approached him.
"If you are ready, Harry, it's time to go."
"I'm ready but I was wondering if Ron and Hermione could come with me?"
"I don't see why not. I'm sure your father will be fine with it."
"Are we going to do it in your office?" asked Harry.
"No," said Dumbledore. "We are going to do it in Severus' chambers. You'll have to stay there the remainder of the day, until after the sorting. Come, let's get going."
The three young wizards followed Dumbledore down to the dungeon and to Severus' private rooms. They walked in and Ron and Hermione were instantly in awe of the normalcy of Snape's living quarters. Severus was sitting at the table in the corner and Sirius and Lupin were on the couch talking.
"Severus, you don't mind if Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley join us, do you?"
"No Albus, it's fine," said Severus. His tone of voice was a little unusual. It wasn't cold or dry. It was almost pleasant.
"Then I guess we can get started."
With that, Dumbledore took out his wand and began muttering Latin words Harry didn't know. He finished and Harry wondered if it had worked. He certainly didn't feel different.
"Did it work?" asked Harry.
Dumbledore smiled as he nodded his head. "You can look in the mirror if you want."
Harry started to walk over to a mirror on the wall that wasn't there before and suddenly noticed that his frame was different. He was still as tall as he was before the charm was removed but his knees were no longer knobby and his limbs were all longer. Harry looked down at his hands and realized they were different. His fingers were not stubby and short, but long and tapered. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. His hair was also longer. It fell just above his shoulders and felt quite different. Harry then walked over to the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he stood in front of it. His jaw dropped. He was looking at a complete stranger.
His hair looked quite different. It was still jet-black but it was long and had a slight wave to it. His eyes were still as green as ever but thick, dark lashes now framed them. His now dark, thin eyebrows arched slightly, just like Snape's. His trademark scar was still as visible as ever. Harry was relieved to see that he had inherited his mother's nose, and her mouth as well. His lips were full, not thin like Snape's, but he could see traces of his father in him. In his cheekbones, the slight slant of his eyes, and the smoothness of his jaw line.
Severus looked at his son's true appearance. To see him, as he should have been, made him feel emotions he never experienced before. Pride, for one. To see how handsome his son was made his heart swell. He looked so much like Lily but was undoubtedly a Snape. He also felt sorry for him. Harry had spent the last fifteen years looking in the mirror and seeing the same person. To have that ripped from you, to be a stranger to yourself, has to be incredibly hard.
"Wow Harry," said Hermione. "You look . . . great."
"Yeah Harry," said Ron. "You look more like you. I mean, that look fits you better somehow."
Harry didn't know what to think. He just lost a part of himself he had known for the last fifteen years. He was also a little relieved.
"At least I can go to Diagon Alley without having someone recognize me. Well, except for my scar. What are we going to do about that?"
"I'm not sure," said Dumbledore. "I don't think a simple glamour spell will cover it."
"We could always change the shape of it," said Sirius. "Make it less distinguishable."
"I'll do something about it before the sorting," said Severus.
"That will be fine," said Dumbledore. "Now, Harry has a new look but he still needs a name. I have papers all ready to send to the ministry and the records room. I just need a name to put on them. Harry, do you have any preferences for a name?"
Harry thought for a moment. Name himself? Did anyone ever get that chance?
"Honestly Professor, I don't think it's really my place to name myself. Professor Snape and Sirius can choose if they want."
"Alright," said Dumbledore. "Severus, you are his father. Do you have any ideas?"
Severus thought for a moment. This is something he never thought he's be doing. Naming his son. Merlin, what to name him. He's always been Harry.
"What about Alexander?"
Alexander Snape. 'Well, at least it sounds better than Harry Snape,' thought Harry.
"Is that acceptable Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry nodded.
"Sirius," continued Dumbledore. "Any ideas for a middle name?"
Sirius thought for a moment and Harry became slightly frightened at the smile that spread across his face.
"Padfoot."
"Black, stop being an idiot. Harry's middle name is not going to be Padfoot," said Severus.
"No offense Sirius," said Lupin, speaking for the first time since Harry had arrived, "but Alexander Padfoot Snape doesn't really have a ring to it."
"I know. I was just joking," said Sirius. "How about Helluin?"
Helluin? Harry had never heard that name before but he like the sound. Alexander Helluin Snape. Harry approved. That name sounded cool.
"I like that name Sirius," said Harry.
"Severus, is that an acceptable name?" asked Dumbledore.
Severus nodded.
"Then it's settled. Alexander Snape will be sorted tonight at dinner. Now Sirius, it's your turn."
Sirius stood up from the couch and walked over to Dumbledore. As usual, he had a gigantic grin on his face. Dumbledore took out his wand and began muttering a long string of Latin. A faint blue glow began to radiate around Sirius and then there was a blinding flash of light. After Harry opened his eyes, he was met by a smiling face that looked very much like his own.
"So, how do I look?" asked Sirius.
"Its like looking in a mirror . . . kind of," said Harry. "Wait, Professor Dumbledore. Sirius' eyes are still gray."
Dumbledore looked closely at the new Harry and saw that the old Harry was right.
"Well, I think a glamour spell will fix that," said Dumbledore. He muttered another spell and flicked his wand at Sirius' eyes. Sure enough, they from gray to green. "I don't believe there's a need for glasses. Harry, you haven't been wearing them lately, have you?"
"No," said Harry. "I think everyone thinks I got contacts or something."
Dumbledore clapped both the new Harry and the old Harry on the shoulder. "Well, I'd love to stay but I have to get all your stuff together, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I'll see you at the sorting tonight."
Everyone said their goodbyes as the headmaster left the room.
"This is going to be so much fun," said Sirius, making use of Harry's straight white teeth by grinning widely. "Harry, I hope you get back into Gryffindor. You still have James' cloak, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Black, don't think you have any special privileges here. You still have to act like a student," said Severus. "You have to be careful unless, of course, you want to be tortured by deatheaters."
"Oh, I'm being tortured by a rather greasy and annoying deatheater right now," said Sirius. Harry was a little amused by the fact that these words were being said by his voice instead of Sirius'.
"Just wait for my class, Black. At least I won't have to pretend to hate you."
Lupin suddenly cleared his throat and Severus and Sirius stopped arguing. They both turned and looked at him.
"Severus, if it would be alright, could we leave Harry, Sirius, Ron and Hermione alone for a while? Sirius needs some briefing on how to be Harry Potter and you being here isn't helping."
"Leave Sirius Black in here? Ha!"
"Professor," said Harry. "He won't do anything. He'll sit on the couch and he won't touch a thing. Anyway, Hermione is very skilled in full body binds, you know, in case he gets out of hand."
"You're talking about me like I'm some kind of unruly dog . . . oh wait . . . um . . .I'll be good," said Sirius as he sat on the sofa.
"Alright, I trust you to keep things in order Harry," said Severus as he stood up to leave. "Everyone has to leave at lunch time. I'll come back then."
Lupin smiled as he walked by the four and Severus shot Sirius a death glare before leaving with Lupin.
Sirius turned to Hermione. "You really wouldn't put me in a body bind, would you?"
Ron snorted. "Nah, she fancies you too much to do that."
"Ron!"
"Well you do."
"What?" said Sirius, turning to Hermione. "You fancy me?"
Hermione gave Ron a swift kick in the shin before plopping down in one of the armchairs. Harry laughed as he sat next to Sirius on the sofa. Ron limped over to the second armchair.
"I said you were more handsome than Ron," said Hermione. "But now that I think about it, just about anything is more handsome than Ron."
"Ooh Hermione, that really hurts by feelings!" said Ron, making sure no one missed the sarcasm.
Sirius and Harry sat on the sofa, watching the two teens exchange words like a tennis match.
"Are they always like this?" asked Sirius.
"Yeah, pretty much. I usually just stay out of it. Whatever you do, don't take sides. Trust me."
Sirius laughed. "So, what else do I need to know to survive being Harry Potter?"
"Well," said Harry as he thought for a moment. "Um . . . my dorm mates are Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus. You know Ron. Neville is a bit pudgy and has freckles. He's really nice but pretty clumsy. If you can help it, don't partner with him in Potions. Dean is a tall black boy. He's muggleborn and loves football. Don't say anything against West Ham United or he'll curse you into the next century."
"West Ham what?" said Sirius.
"It's a muggle thing," said Harry. "Seamus is Irish. He has sandy colored hair. All the guys in the dorm are really nice."
"What about the girls?" asked Sirius, grinning.
"Dirty old man," muttered Harry under his breath.
Sirius obviously heard him. "I am not old. I'm thirty-four, that's not old!"
"Well, remember, you may be thirty-four but these girls are all under seventeen. Anyway, there's Hermione, you know her. The other two fifth year girls are Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Parvati has olive skin and long black hair. Lavender has blonde hair and she's kind of short. I swear there both joined at the hip. Be careful though. Parvati has a twin sister, Padma, who's in Ravenclaw. Don't get them mixed up. They don't really like that."
"Hmm. . . twins," said Sirius.
"Sirius, I can still get Hermione to do that body bind," said Harry, smiling slyly at his Godfather.
"Just joking," said Sirius. "Anyone else I should know about?"
"Um . . . Collin Creevy. He follows me around everywhere. Trust me, you'll know who his is. Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers. You'll get on great with them. They're like a younger version of you times two. They have a friend, Lee Jordan. He's got dreadlocks and he's the commentator for the Quidditch matches. Um . . . Ginny, Ron younger sister. She's nice but a bit shy. There's Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, they're on the quidditch team. . ."
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Sirius as he saw his godson trail off.
"I just sort of realized that I won't get to play quidditch."
Sirius smiled. "Don't worry Harry. You'll get to play."
Harry gave Sirius a puzzled look but decided not to think about it.
Hermione and Ron were still arguing but Harry had a feeling they didn't remember what they were arguing about in the first place.
"So Harry, or should I say Alex," said Sirius as he leaned into Harry and bumped him sideways with his shoulder. "What's it like being Severus Snape's son?"
"It's weird being anyone's son," said Harry as he tucked his long locks behind his ears. "It weird, I guess. We really don't know how to act around each other. I don't know. I have seen a whole other side to him. Snape's not so bad if he doesn't hate you."
"So you guys are getting along okay?"
"Well, we did get into a tiny argument on Thursday but other than that, it's been fine. What about you? How are you doing? Last night you seemed really shocked."
"Yeah, well I didn't sleep much. I did a lot of thinking, though. It was a shock, but it made me so sad that you were afraid to tell me. Since I found you, I have told you to tell me everything. I'm sorry if I did anything that would make you think I would shun you if you weren't Harry Potter. It made me realize that Snape and I have been complete idiots. We have carried this stupid grudge for eighteen years. I hate him but I respect him for what he has done to keep you safe."
Harry just nodded at his Godfather's words.
"So, anything else exciting happen at school so far?" asked Sirius as he leaned back on the couch, hands behind his head.
"No, not really. Something kind of interesting happened this morning, though."
"Really? What?"
"Professor Lupin got a broom delivered to him this morning."
Sirius smiled. "That's because I ordered one in his name."
"Oh, the brooms yours?"
"Yeah, I decided that since I'm going to be here all year, I'd better make the best of it. I haven't been on a broom for about fourteen years. Actually, longer than that. After I left Hogwarts, I had a flying motorcycle. Merlin, I miss that bike."
"What kind of broom did you get?"
"Firebolt. This years model isn't any different then the one you have but they're still as expensive as hell."
"I never did get a chance to thank you for the broom you gave me," said Harry. "But really, thank you. That broom helped us win the cup third year."
"No, your seeker skills won that cup. You fly better than anyone I know."
"Yeah, well I just hope I get to play."
Harry and Sirius stopped talking long enough to notice that Ron and Hermione had stopped arguing.
"Are you two done acting like children?" asked Sirius.
"Look who's talking," said Harry, looking at Sirius.
"That's it. Your gonna get it Snape," said Sirius as he jumped up and started wrestling with Harry. Ron jumped up and started cheering for Harry while Hermione sat in the armchair with her wand out, just in case things got out of hand.
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Severus walked back down to his private rooms. He just hoped it still was in one piece. He opened the door and saw that the four children were still sitting on the sofa, talking. Snape cleared his throat and they all looked up at him. Harry's new appearance was still a shock for him as he saw his son's face relax when he saw that it was just Severus.
"Lunch is about to start and you three need to leave. Black, try and act as much like Harry as possible. His personality is quite different from yours. In short, don't be an idiot. Weasley and Granger, keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't attract to much attention to himself."
"Bye Harry," said Hermione as she gave her friend a hug.
"It's okay Hermione. It's not like I'm going anywhere."
"We hope you don't," said Ron. "See you later tonight."
"Bye Alex," said Sirius as he followed Ron and Hermione to the door.
"Bye Harry," said Harry as Sirius walked out the door. Severus shut the door behind Sirius and walked over to the table in the corner.
"Are you hungry?" asked Severus as he got out his wand.
"Yeah, actually I am," said Harry as he stood up. Severus conjured a plate of sandwiches and a flask of pumpkin juice. Harry and Severus both sat down at the table and began to eat in silence. Severus occasionally stole glances at Harry. Weasley was right. Harry's true look did suit him more. To see pieces of Lily in him was a bit of a relief, but it also stirred memories forgotten long ago.
Harry and Severus both ate their fill and the food and plates disappeared. Severus decided to try and start a conversation with his son.
"So are you nervous?"
"I was but I'm not really worrying about it as much. Thanks for letting Sirius, Ron, and Hermione stay."
"Your welcome."
They fell into silence again. Harry bit the side of his lip as his eyes wandered around the room. How was he supposed to have a conversation with a man he hardly knew?
"Um, Professor, what's you middle name?"
Severus was caught off guard by this question. He could see that Harry was serious and so he answered.
"My middle name is Dae. Why do you ask?"
"I didn't know it, so I decided to ask. There's a lot I don't know about you."
"And there's a lot I don't know about you. Um, what's your favorite color?"
"Blue. Yours?"
"Take a guess."
"Oh," said Harry. "I thought the black was just for dramatic effect. What's your favorite food?"
"Pasta. Yours?"
"Pizza."
"Pizza?"
"Muggle thing. When's your birthday?"
"February 26th. Yours is July something, right?"
"July 31st. How'd you know?"
"Dumbledore told me, I think. Favorite book?"
"Catcher in the Rye."
"That's one of my favorites as well, even for a muggle book."
"My cousin has a whole bookshelf full of books but I don't think he can read. I moved out of the cupboard and into the bedroom with that bookshelf. I'm pretty close to reading them all."
"You must like to read."
"Yeah, I guess. Not much to do at the Dursleys. I stay in my room as much as possible. What's your house like?"
"It's big. Too big. I usually stay here during the summer."
"Why?"
"To be honest, I feel alone there. Usually that's how I like it, but there, I feel too alone. I stay here to keep my mind occupied. Being at my house clouds my concentration," Severus paused as he thought about his words. He had never shared feeling like that with anyone for a very long time. "What's your favorite class?"
"DADA. I've liked that class since third year, but I almost hated it as much as your class second year."
"Let me guess," said Severus as he crossed his arms. "Gilderoy Lockhart?"
Harry nodded and rolled his eyes. "That guy was a nightmare. When I found out I had detention with him, I even asked McGonagall if I could have it with you instead."
"That bad?"
"I answered his fan mail for four hours."
"Ouch."
"Torture. What about you? Was Potions your favorite class?"
"I liked Potions but my favorite class was Herbology."
"I never would have guessed that as your favorite class."
"Most people wouldn't. What about you, Harry. Do you have anything people don't know about you?"
Harry decided to tell him something he had never told anyone but Dumbledore.
"Yeah, when I was getting sorted, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin."
This was quite a surprise to Severus.
"Why didn't it?"
"I asked it not to."
"You asked it not to and it put you in Gryffindor?"
Harry nodded. "I just hope me being in Gryffindor has drove out all of my Slytherin attributes."
"Harry, I can't say I've ever seen any Slytherin qualities in you. You hate to show off, you're uncomfortable in leadership positions and you're too damn brave and considerate."
"Yes, but I'm also a Parseltongue."
Severus had forgotten about that. "Well, that's one thing. Anyway, you're the first Parseltongue since Voldemort went to school here. No one else in Slytherin can talk to snakes."
"I hope you're right," said Harry. "I really don't want to leave Gryffindor."
"Whatever happens, happens. Don't worry too much Harry."
Harry tried a faint smile but he couldn't help but be worried.
"Before I forget, we need to do something about that scar," said Severus as he leaned into get a closer look at Harry's forehead. "Changing the shape would be painful. I can try a combination of concealing and glamour charms. Come over here." Harry stood up and followed his father to the sofa. Harry sat down and Severus stood in front of him. He muttered a few spells and Harry could feel his scar getting warm.
"Hmm. . . let's try something else," said Severus. He said a few more spells.
"Did it work?" asked Harry, opening one eye.
"No," Severus sat down in an armchair. "I don't know what else would work."
"How much would changing the shape hurt?" asked Harry as he reached up and rubbed his scar.
"A lot. I would have to make new cuts on your head. The scars wouldn't be permanent."
Harry thought for a moment. "Then lets do that. I do have a pretty high pain tolerance."
"Are you sure?" asked Severus.
Harry nodded. Severus stood up and again stood in front of his son. He tipped Harry's chin up slightly. Harry closed his eyes as Severus took out his wand. Placing a hand on the side of Harry's face, he brushed aside a few errant locks of hair and started to reshape the scar. Harry stayed still until Severus took his hand away. He reached up and felt the new marks. Now it was just a series of jagged lines.
"I think that should be good enough," said Severus as he reviewed his work.
"Thanks," said Harry as he tucked his hair back behind his ears.
"Your welcome. I guess this means you're officially Alexander Helluin Snape," said Severus as he sat back down in his chair.
"Yeah, I guess so."
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The rest of the afternoon had been spent talking to each other. Harry could definitely say, as he followed his father down to the Great Hall, that he knew much more about Severus than he ever thought he would. He found out that his father was actually a much more interesting man than he made himself out to be.
Dumbledore met them at the back entrance to the Great Hall.
"Hello Alex. How was your day?" asked Dumbledore with a bright smile.
"Fine," answered Harry.
"Are you ready?"
Harry looked up at his father and back to Dumbledore.
"Yes."
"Then follow me," said Dumbledore as he turned and walked into the hall. The hallway they entered led to a door directly behind the Head Table. Dumbledore walked in front of the table with Harry standing off to the side. Severus took his seat.
"If I could have your attention please," said Dumbledore, addressing the entire hall. "I have an important announcement. Today, a new student will join us. He is transferring from Thalion Academy to Hogwarts for the remainder of the year at the request of his father. Please help me in welcoming Hogwart's newest student: Alexander Snape."
There was scattered applause from the students, most being the Slytherins. Most of the students looked up at the tall boy standing next to Dumbledore. Harry could make out some of the whispers.
"Snape has a son?"
"Who would have a kid with Snape?"
"He looks like him."
"Yeah, but he's actually kinda cute."
"Alex," continued Dumbledore. "Would you be so kind as to place the Sorting Hat on your head?" Dumbledore summoned the hat and a stool and placed it in front of him.
Harry nodded as he walked apprehensively to the stool. He sat down on the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
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AHH! Please don't hurt me! I thought it would be more dramatic if I made you wait until the next chapter to see where Harry is sorted. By the way, Harry's middle name is pronounced hel-loo-in. A million kudo points to anyone who can tell me the meaning of Harry and Severus' middle names. Helluin and Dae.
Kateydidnt: Thanks for the "essay." I hope it's okay if I used some of your arguments. They were very helpful.
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