Who Are You To Me?
Author's note – I apologise for taking so long to update, I had severe writers block. But I've written a few more chapters, so hopefully they will be posted soon.
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Chapter Four
# # Any writing between these two sets of symbols indicates that it is an extract from Lily Potter's Diary.
Harry was just beginning his mother's third diary; it had taken a long time to read the first two. He was now taken back to December 1980...
# December 12th 1980
Diary, I have done something terrible. I could not write about it before now, as I hoped to forget it ever happened, but I cannot forget now. I was unfaithful to James, Diary. It happened at the end of October. I feel so bad about it, and even worse now, as I have recently found out that I am expecting a baby.
This should be the happiest time of my life, but I have so much guilt that it is tearing me up. I cannot confess my secret to anyone, so you, Diary, will become my confidante.
I am so scared that someone will find out that James may not be the father of my child. I will have to just continue the pretence, and hope that no one else knows. The only other person that will know will be the man I slept with, and I hope that he does not tell anyone about our affair.
I must go now Diary, but I will write again soon.
Lily xx #
Harry was shocked. His father may not be his true father? Who could be the 'other man' that his mother talked of? Harry only flicked through the diary from that point, his eyes skimming pages, looking out for names of men his mother might have slept with. After reading through until May 1981, Harry was satisfied that it was not Sirius, or Remus. Those were the only two men really mentioned. Harry continued reading.
# June 25th 1981
It is now only 4 weeks until my baby is due, and so far, everyone still thinks it is James' baby. I have found a spell that will change my baby's features so that he or she grows up to look like James. This will last forever, it is irreversible. If the baby is born and he/she looks like the other man, I shall do the spell immediately. It is wandless magic, which I thank God that I am able to do.
I am also lucky that babies don't really look different until at least two days after they are born. I will do the spell however my baby looks, that way he or she will grow up to look like James, which, considering his looks, is not at all a bad thing.
Anyway, Diary, I must leave again now. I have to be at the doctor's in 30 minutes.
Lily xx #
Harry had to flick a few pages forward until he came to July 31st; he was still unable to believe what he was reading.
# July 31st 1981
My baby boy is here Diary, he is adorable! James has gone home to get some sleep, and I was able to perform my spell without any mishaps.
Harry is gorgeous; he has my green eyes, and black hair, like his father. I knew the moment I saw him that James is not a father, Sev..... ( I cannot write his name, I just can't, there are too many memories) is. I haven't seen him since January. He knows of course, but I have sworn him to secrecy. The reason I knew? Harry's nose of course. He now has a cute little button nose, only slightly smaller now than when he was born a few hours ago, but hopefully it will resemble James'.
Diary, I am yawning already, I must leave again.
Lily xx #
Harry was in shock. He knew who his father was, and he was unable to comprehend it. He thought it over once more. Why would his mother sleep with Snape, why had Snape never told him, why had no one ever told him?
Harry slammed the book shut, angrily, and grabbed a piece of paper to write a letter.
To Professor Snape,
Or, should that be 'Dad'? Why has no one ever told me that you are my father, did no one else know? As you can probably guess, I'm very angry with you and my mother, I can't believe you never told me, I would have thought that would have been something else to torture me with over the past 5 years.
I can't believe that I do still have a living relative, one who has never locked me away, starved me for days, terrified me as a child, and everything else that has happened in my life. Why did you never try to protect me, surely you and Dumbledore knew what went on in this house?
Shall I tell you? I'm sure you'd rather not know, but let's say that ever since I could walk, talk and do other things for myself, I have done everything for my 'family'. I ironed their clothes, (Remind me to show you the scar on my foot from when I was 4 years old and dropped the iron.) I cooked their meals, I washed, dusted, and did everything else that a house elf may do.
I think I shall have to send you this letter and await your reply; I'm still slightly in shock, and still very cross.
Harry