Yeah I got it up and special thanks to xxginnyfanxx, halfblood princess, and RyanL for reveiwing. And to RyanL I don't think I can get into trouble for using Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince for a title as long as I give credit to JK Rowiling but thanks for the warning. Anyway there are about 24 other fics with this title! Anyway hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3
Snape's Talk
"Snape wants to talk to you Harry, and he said that he wanted to talk to only you!" said Neville stressing the part about Snape wanting only Harry.
"Better go and get the Extendable Ears then..." said Ron.
"Ron! We could get into a lot of trouble! Snape wants to talk to Harry alone!" screamed Hermione.
"No, no, no let Ron get the ears, Hermione, I want all of you to hear this," sighed Harry. "Well better get this over with..." he finally said after a moment's silence.
"Alright Neville, Hermione, let's go get the ears. Don't worry Harry school hasn't started yet. He can't give you detention." Ron gave a weak smile and exited the room and went up stairs to his room to fetch the Extendable Ears.
Harry walked cautiously down the hallway to where Snape was standing, not knowing what he wanted. Harry walked slower and slower but he eventually reached his Potions professor.
"Hello, Potter," said Snape, looking at Harry as if it were the reason for all of his miseries.
"Hello, professor," said Harry just as harsh. 'He's the reason Sirius is dead! No it's not, you didn't practice. I would have if he hadn't been so mean to me...' he thought angrily to himself. It was so easy to blame Snape, but he knew it was not all his fault.
"Potter!" snapped Snape, bringing Harry back to reality.
"What do you want?" said Harry rudely.
"That's no way to speak to your elders!" said Snape. "Well at least I won't have you in class this year." He said cheerfully.
"You wish!" Harry almost laughed. A sudden look of surprise came over Snape's face.
"You got an O on your O.W.L.'s?" he said blankly.
"Yeah, without you there, it was easy. Neville did pretty well too, but did not get an O." said Harry matter-of-factly.
"Well, well, Potter, did that know-it-all Granger girl help you study? Or did you do it all by yourself." He said coldly.
You could hear a thud upstairs. 'They must have stopped Hermione from jumping on him,' thought Harry. And a smile crept onto his face.
"You didn't answer me, Potter!"" he said starting to raise his voice.
"As a matter of fact, Hermione did help me study. I would have probably never passed without her help. Oh and don't worry she'll be in your class too," Harry said, keeping his cool. "Anyway, back to the subject, Neville said that you had something to tell me."
Regaining his composure, he started "Yes, it's about what happened in the Department of Mysteries..."
Harry went quiet; he could feel the color go out of his face. "Wha- What about it?" he stammered.
"You need to understand something." he said.
"Need to understand what?" he screamed. "That I was wrong to not listen to you! That I was wrong to go down to the Department of Mysteries, not knowing that it was a trap and nearly got all my friends killed! That I should have never looked in your pensive and seen your rotten childhood! What do I need to understand!" he was very hot and out of breath when he finished this.
Snape looking a little taken back said, "Well, I know Professor Dumbledore has already talked to you about this. But you need to know that I have been asked to start lessons back with you. Professor Dumbledore finds in it his best interest that you should start to find out more about your parents. So I have been told not to empty my thoughts during lessons so that you can have a look. That is if you can break through my legitimacy spell."
Harry looked a little shocked, "You know about my parents? Not just bad stuff but some good stuff too?"
"Potter, that is for me to know and you to find out." And with that he walked out the door without a second glance.
'My parents, the marauders, Sirius.' all sorts of thoughts started coming to his head.
"Harry, are you alright?" said a soothing voice. He had not noticed that the others had come back downstairs. Ginny was the one talking to him.
"Yeah, yeah…" he said quietly.
Then Ron wanting to break the silence said, "Who wants to play Quiditch?"