AN: Wow, five reviews! I'm so proud. Thank-you to:
eriee: Thanks a lot for the review! I'll try to get this chapter up pretty quickly...
jess: Thanks.
Anonymous: Thank-you a lot for pointing that out. I'll take that into account for this chapter. I'm not going to let Harry tell the adults for a long while yet, but I'll try to patch up the mistake of telling his mates in this chapter. Thank-you loads again!
Right, I'm sorry to keep going on, but anyone who wants to be my better reader please say in a review and leave me an email address and I'll get in touch! And also, I still need help to work out how to do bloody italics and bolds and underlining and stuff. Cheers!
Chapter Four:
It was only now, as Harry was walking down the numerous stairs to the kitchen where his surprise birthday was waiting, that Harry pondered what Rosie had said.
'I'll see you later tonight, Harry!'
If she did anything stupid... Harry shook his head. He had known Rosie for an extremely short time, and he already knew she was ruthless. He just hoped she wasn't stupid as well.
Harry's hand hovered over the doorknob. Harry absolutely hated surprises. Even more so since Rosie's latest surprise.
Harry looked behind him. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny were all standing behind him. Ginny was tapping her foot impatiently.
"Hurry up and get in there," she said sharply. "It's you're fault you know you're getting a surprise party, so you have to pay the consequences."
Harry glared at her, and slowly opened the door.
"SURPRISE!!!"
Honestly, they could be bloody loud when they wanted to be.
The whole Order was there. Including, (as Remus had told him) Snape.
Harry smiled. He couldn't help it. Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and lead him to a chair at the table. Several others sat down around him.
"Happy birthday, Harry," said Remus grinning. "Now, I know this is a strange present, but I know of a certain gift of yours, and I also know it's good to have a companion with you."
He handed Harry a box with tiny air holes puncturing the lid.
Harry gave him a questioning glance, and lifted the lid off the box. Inside, fast asleep, was a tiny, pencil-thin snake. He was black, with red stripes.
The snake lifted his head staring around at them all.
~ Filthy humans ~ he hissed in disgust. ~ No respect at all for poor Azorath. I is being stuffed in a silly human-box for a long time. No respect at all... ~
Harry grinned, and looked up. "Cheers, Remus," He said happily. He noticed some of the others looking uncomfortable with the snake. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Oh, get a grip," he said, "He won't hurt you."
Snape bent over, and looked inside the box. "Isn't that a poisonous snake?" He asked silkily, raising his eyebrow in Lupin's direction.
"He's trained. He won't hurt anyone. Now, I know a lot of you are uncomfortable with my gift to Harry," said Lupin, "But it will be helpful to him if he's in trouble."
"He's great," said Harry in awe. "He says his name is Azorath, and he thinks that the humans should show him some respect."
A few people giggled nervously. Harry hissed quietly to Azorath.
~ Hello ~
Azorath's head shot up in a flash.
~ You can speak? ~ Azorath asked shrewdly.
Harry dimly noticed people shifting uncomfortably in the back round.
~ Yeah... look, how about this; I take care of you, and I'll never let anyone put you in a silly human-box again... if you stay with me, and if you won't hurt anyone. ~
Harry put his hand in the box, and Azorath hesitated for a brief moment before sliding easily up his arm, coming to a rest on Harry's right shoulder.
Harry blushed when he realised every-one was staring at him.
"What?" he asked defensively. When they didn't stop staring, he shrugged.
"He said he wouldn't hurt any-one."
The majority seemed to relax at this. And a few others handed him his presents.
Hermione had got him a large book of spells and curses,
Fred and George had got him a huge box of their new stock from WWW,
Mrs. Weasley had got him a huge box of sweets and chocolates,
And Tonks had got him a wand holster.
"Just making sure you don't loose you're buttocks any time soon, Harry." She said, winking at him.
Harry smiled at her. This had been his best birthday yet.
"We've got food over here, everyone!" Mrs. Weasley called over to them, gesturing to the piles of food on a table set to the side of the room.
And then everyone stood up, making their way over to the food. There was a lot more people than Harry had thought at first. Too many people, in such a small space.
Harry had never felt like this before this summer. He didn't know what it was, but he always started to feel so claustrophobic when around too many people recently.
Harry closed his eyes, and pushed himself up against the wall.
Harry didn't know what caused the change, but as soon as his fifth year at Hogwarts had ended, he seemed to become... a lot less trusting.
It wasn't just being in small places with a lot of people that disturbed him. He also suddenly hated people he didn't know very well, (or didn't trust) touching him much. He didn't mind Hermione, for example, nearly strangling him when she was greeting him earlier on, and he didn't mind Mrs. Weasley giving him his usual hug. But they were all people he knew. That he trusted.
Harry wasn't completely irrational about strangers touching him. He didn't mind people brushing past him, or touching his shoulder. But he hated people grabbing him, or making him feel trapped or threatened.
Damn him and his stupid claustrophobia.
Of course, this was only with humans. He didn't mind Azorath touching his skin at all.
~ Master? ~
Harry snapped out of his reverie.
~ Don't call me master. Just Harry. ~ He whispered.
~ I understand. But are you okay? ~
Harry turned his head to look at Azorath.
Azorath was studying him. Looking as concerned as possible for a snake.
~ I'm fine. ~
Azorath seemed to nod.
~ I've heard of one who speaks to snakes. But he is evil. You do not seem evil. But are you him? He is said to look like a snake as well. But you do not resemble a snake at all. ~
He shuddered at the fact that Azorath had been wondering whether he was Voldemort.
~ No, of course I'm not. The evil snake-guy is a fucking dick-head. ~
Huh, swearing actually sounded quite cool in parseltongue.
Azorath chuckled. Snakes chuckling sounded very strange indeed.
~ Of course, Mast- ... erm, Harry. Of course. Who is the man sitting next to you? ~
Harry looked to his right. Snape was sitting on a stool looking very grumpy indeed. Snape glanced up at Harry, and raised his eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you be enjoying you're party, Potter?"
"I hate crowds." Said Harry simply.
Snape raised his other eyebrow as well, looking quite surprised.
"You're claustrophobic?" he asked sceptically.
Harry shrugged. "Only since this summer."
Snape snorted. Azorath's tongue was flicking in and out, tasting this new man's scent.
~ I like him. But smells of something that's not his. He reeks of slimy purebloods. Ask him if he's visited any previously. ~
Harry laughed. At Snape's glance he said,
"Azorath says he likes you, but he's wondering if you've visited any slimy purebloods lately. He says you reek of them."
The corners of Snape's mouth were twitching ever so slightly.
"That would be the Malfoys." Said Snape, smirking.
As Harry snorted, the door opened, Kingsley was supporting a girl who looked about his age. He was supporting Rosie.
She caught his eye. Oh, she would have a lot of explaining to do.
McGonagall stepped up to Rosie.
"So you're the one moving to Hogwarts this year?"
Rosie nodded.
"She's just arrived from New Zealand." Said Shackbolt. Most people turned back to their food. Ron stepped up to Rosie.
"Hey. You're Rosie, right?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah,"
Harry knew he really shouldn't be doing this, but he had a right to find out if his best friend fancied his new friend, didn't he?
She's cute,
He heard Ron thinking,
But she'll be a great friend. Only a friend.
Harry grinned. Good. He could tell Ron had eyes for Hermione, even if Ron couldn't tell himself.
Rosie stepped up to him. "You're Harry Potter aren't you?" She said. She was barely concealing her grin.
"Yeah. You're Rosie Dion."
She nodded.
Shadow, you've been careless.
Said Rosie in his mind
You told you're friends about you're powers without taking any precautions. What if they were captured and forced to tell Death Eater about you're abilities?
Uh Oh... Whoops?
Yeah. So I took the liberty of putting a secrecy charm on them. They'll still remember, but anything you've told them or that you tell them about you're powers they can't repeat to anyone, even under the influence of Veritaserum.
Thanks.
No problem.
"Nice meeting you, Harry," She said. "And happy birthday."
Harry smiled, "Thanks." She nodded and walked off.
Dumbledore approached Snape, Harry tried to look preoccupied with petting Azorath.
"Severus," said Dumbledore gravely. Dumbledore handed him a piece of parchment. "Tell him. And soon."
Tell whom? What were they talking about?
Snape froze. Dumbledore gave Snape a stern look.
"You have to tell him. It would be best if you did it now."
Snape hesitated, and then nodded.
Dumbledore walked away.
Huh?
"Potter," snapped Snape.
Harry's head snapped up. Where they talking about him?
"I have to talk to you. It's very important. Follow me."
He stalked off, and Harry hurried after him.
He was lead into an empty room. Snape flicked on the light switch and sat down.
Harry sat down across from him.
Snape's hands were shaking, he looked paler than usual.
What the hell was going on?
Slowly he handed Harry the parchment.
"I beg you not to get too angry. I only found out just recently. Just be rational..."
Harry gave him a questioning glance, and unfurled the parchment.
He began to read.
Dear Severus, (And Harry when you read this)
I know this is a terrible thing to put so easily into a letter, but it must be told somehow, because if you are reading this... then I am dead. I was the only one who knew this secret, I told no one. Not James, not Dumbledore, no one. I ordered this to be delivered on Harry's sixteenth birthday, because that is when the charm is to start wearing off. Severus, do you remember when we dated for that short time in seventh year? (Sorry if that comes as a shock to you, Harry.) When Harry was born, I never noticed anything out of the ordinary with his appearances. But on his first birthday, I figured it out, and I placed this charm on him. It would last fifteen years. That is why I sent this letter to you on Harry's sixteenth birthday. I placed an appearance charm on Harry. Because, well, to put it bluntly, James is not Harry's father.
You're his father, Severus.
Harry dropped the letter. No, no, no...
This couldn't happen to him! He was sick of things happening to him!
He looked at Snape. His head was in his hands. He was shaking.
Harry glanced toward the letter on the floor, and backed himself up against the wall. This is what he hated. No one was touching him. It wasn't crowded. But he felt trapped.
He walked towards the door. He didn't know where he would go. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wait..." said a hoarse voice from behind him.
Harry turned around. Snape was looking at him.
"I understand if you're angry... I'm sorry," Snape shook his head.
"You took the news much better than me. When I found out I blew up half of Dumbledore's office."
Harry was still staring at Snape. He didn't know what to feel.
"I'm sorry," said Snape again. He stood up and walked towards the door.
"Erm... Professor?"
Snape turned and looked at him.
"I know... well... I know we've never really got along... but..."
He held out his hand. "I want to call a truce." Said Harry. "So we can just... be civil toward one another."
Snape took his hand.
"Truce."
Snape was just about to open the door, when he glanced at Harry's hair.
"Seriously, can't you make you're hair lie flat?" He asked, crossing his arms and glaring at the mass of jet-black hair.
"No. Can't you wash you're hair?"
Snape looked at Harry, and then laughed.
"You know, you're the first student to have the guts to say that since I've become a teacher," he said. "You try keeping you're clean after working with potions twelve hours a day."
"But can't you... I dunno... wash you're hair each night or something?"
"Fine. I'll make you a deal. I'll wash my hair, you make you're hair lie flat."
"Deal. But you have to cut you're hair, as well." Smirked Harry.
"I am not going to cut my hair!"
"Why not? Why don't you just try having short hair?"
Snape shook his head and closed his eyes.
"I don't know why the hell I'm doing this..." he muttered.
Snape sighed.
"Deal?" asked Harry.
"Deal."
Harry grinned and left the room. The light-hearted conversation they had had dimmed the shock of Harry's new parentage. But now, as Harry was making his way to his room, it came back full force.
But Harry didn't go into his room, he kept walking up the stairs until he came to the top floor. He entered an empty room. There was no windows, no furniture, nothing.
Harry was breathing deeply. He felt a tingling sensation. Then warmth. He was angry. He didn't know what was happening around him.
He opened his eyes. He was kneeling in the middle of the room. Flames were licking his body, burning the room around him...
Harry took a deep breath.
The flames were slowly dying down. Leaving blackened walls and ashes floating lazily through the air.
"Temper tantrum?" Harry looked up. Rosie was standing in the doorway.
~ You know, you're lucky that you were protecting me from those flames. I could have been burnt to a crisp! ~ Hissed Azorath angrily.
Whoops. He forgot about Azorath.
"Want to tell me what's wrong?" Rosie sat down next to him.
Harry shook his head, staring at the floor.
"Okay..."
She looked around the room.
"Gees, Harry," she said, "You did a good job of this room! I didn't know you could use you're fire element yet!"
"I didn't mean to." Said Harry in a flat monotone.
Inside of him was just a mass of swirling emotions. He was angry. Angry that something had been kept from him yet again. He was sad. Sad that he now knew he had family, something he had yearned for so long, but his family hated him... but the thing that interested Harry the most... was the tiny glimmers of hope he could feel in his heart. Obviously he didn't want to be a family with Snape. He hated the man! But... they had made a truce...
Harry shook his head.
"I'm exhausted," He said, and he stood up. "I'm going to bed, what about you?"
Rosie nodded. "Yeah..." she stood up beside him. "Feeling better now, Harry?"
Harry nodded, and walked down to his room. Rosie stopped at the door to her new room.
"Goodnight, Harry..." she said, and she smiled.
"Night..."
AN: Done! I'm not to pleased with Harry's reaction to the news. I had trouble writing that. Anyway, please review! Hope you like it so far!
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eriee: Thanks a lot for the review! I'll try to get this chapter up pretty quickly...
jess: Thanks.
Anonymous: Thank-you a lot for pointing that out. I'll take that into account for this chapter. I'm not going to let Harry tell the adults for a long while yet, but I'll try to patch up the mistake of telling his mates in this chapter. Thank-you loads again!
Right, I'm sorry to keep going on, but anyone who wants to be my better reader please say in a review and leave me an email address and I'll get in touch! And also, I still need help to work out how to do bloody italics and bolds and underlining and stuff. Cheers!
Chapter Four:
It was only now, as Harry was walking down the numerous stairs to the kitchen where his surprise birthday was waiting, that Harry pondered what Rosie had said.
'I'll see you later tonight, Harry!'
If she did anything stupid... Harry shook his head. He had known Rosie for an extremely short time, and he already knew she was ruthless. He just hoped she wasn't stupid as well.
Harry's hand hovered over the doorknob. Harry absolutely hated surprises. Even more so since Rosie's latest surprise.
Harry looked behind him. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny were all standing behind him. Ginny was tapping her foot impatiently.
"Hurry up and get in there," she said sharply. "It's you're fault you know you're getting a surprise party, so you have to pay the consequences."
Harry glared at her, and slowly opened the door.
"SURPRISE!!!"
Honestly, they could be bloody loud when they wanted to be.
The whole Order was there. Including, (as Remus had told him) Snape.
Harry smiled. He couldn't help it. Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and lead him to a chair at the table. Several others sat down around him.
"Happy birthday, Harry," said Remus grinning. "Now, I know this is a strange present, but I know of a certain gift of yours, and I also know it's good to have a companion with you."
He handed Harry a box with tiny air holes puncturing the lid.
Harry gave him a questioning glance, and lifted the lid off the box. Inside, fast asleep, was a tiny, pencil-thin snake. He was black, with red stripes.
The snake lifted his head staring around at them all.
~ Filthy humans ~ he hissed in disgust. ~ No respect at all for poor Azorath. I is being stuffed in a silly human-box for a long time. No respect at all... ~
Harry grinned, and looked up. "Cheers, Remus," He said happily. He noticed some of the others looking uncomfortable with the snake. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Oh, get a grip," he said, "He won't hurt you."
Snape bent over, and looked inside the box. "Isn't that a poisonous snake?" He asked silkily, raising his eyebrow in Lupin's direction.
"He's trained. He won't hurt anyone. Now, I know a lot of you are uncomfortable with my gift to Harry," said Lupin, "But it will be helpful to him if he's in trouble."
"He's great," said Harry in awe. "He says his name is Azorath, and he thinks that the humans should show him some respect."
A few people giggled nervously. Harry hissed quietly to Azorath.
~ Hello ~
Azorath's head shot up in a flash.
~ You can speak? ~ Azorath asked shrewdly.
Harry dimly noticed people shifting uncomfortably in the back round.
~ Yeah... look, how about this; I take care of you, and I'll never let anyone put you in a silly human-box again... if you stay with me, and if you won't hurt anyone. ~
Harry put his hand in the box, and Azorath hesitated for a brief moment before sliding easily up his arm, coming to a rest on Harry's right shoulder.
Harry blushed when he realised every-one was staring at him.
"What?" he asked defensively. When they didn't stop staring, he shrugged.
"He said he wouldn't hurt any-one."
The majority seemed to relax at this. And a few others handed him his presents.
Hermione had got him a large book of spells and curses,
Fred and George had got him a huge box of their new stock from WWW,
Mrs. Weasley had got him a huge box of sweets and chocolates,
And Tonks had got him a wand holster.
"Just making sure you don't loose you're buttocks any time soon, Harry." She said, winking at him.
Harry smiled at her. This had been his best birthday yet.
"We've got food over here, everyone!" Mrs. Weasley called over to them, gesturing to the piles of food on a table set to the side of the room.
And then everyone stood up, making their way over to the food. There was a lot more people than Harry had thought at first. Too many people, in such a small space.
Harry had never felt like this before this summer. He didn't know what it was, but he always started to feel so claustrophobic when around too many people recently.
Harry closed his eyes, and pushed himself up against the wall.
Harry didn't know what caused the change, but as soon as his fifth year at Hogwarts had ended, he seemed to become... a lot less trusting.
It wasn't just being in small places with a lot of people that disturbed him. He also suddenly hated people he didn't know very well, (or didn't trust) touching him much. He didn't mind Hermione, for example, nearly strangling him when she was greeting him earlier on, and he didn't mind Mrs. Weasley giving him his usual hug. But they were all people he knew. That he trusted.
Harry wasn't completely irrational about strangers touching him. He didn't mind people brushing past him, or touching his shoulder. But he hated people grabbing him, or making him feel trapped or threatened.
Damn him and his stupid claustrophobia.
Of course, this was only with humans. He didn't mind Azorath touching his skin at all.
~ Master? ~
Harry snapped out of his reverie.
~ Don't call me master. Just Harry. ~ He whispered.
~ I understand. But are you okay? ~
Harry turned his head to look at Azorath.
Azorath was studying him. Looking as concerned as possible for a snake.
~ I'm fine. ~
Azorath seemed to nod.
~ I've heard of one who speaks to snakes. But he is evil. You do not seem evil. But are you him? He is said to look like a snake as well. But you do not resemble a snake at all. ~
He shuddered at the fact that Azorath had been wondering whether he was Voldemort.
~ No, of course I'm not. The evil snake-guy is a fucking dick-head. ~
Huh, swearing actually sounded quite cool in parseltongue.
Azorath chuckled. Snakes chuckling sounded very strange indeed.
~ Of course, Mast- ... erm, Harry. Of course. Who is the man sitting next to you? ~
Harry looked to his right. Snape was sitting on a stool looking very grumpy indeed. Snape glanced up at Harry, and raised his eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you be enjoying you're party, Potter?"
"I hate crowds." Said Harry simply.
Snape raised his other eyebrow as well, looking quite surprised.
"You're claustrophobic?" he asked sceptically.
Harry shrugged. "Only since this summer."
Snape snorted. Azorath's tongue was flicking in and out, tasting this new man's scent.
~ I like him. But smells of something that's not his. He reeks of slimy purebloods. Ask him if he's visited any previously. ~
Harry laughed. At Snape's glance he said,
"Azorath says he likes you, but he's wondering if you've visited any slimy purebloods lately. He says you reek of them."
The corners of Snape's mouth were twitching ever so slightly.
"That would be the Malfoys." Said Snape, smirking.
As Harry snorted, the door opened, Kingsley was supporting a girl who looked about his age. He was supporting Rosie.
She caught his eye. Oh, she would have a lot of explaining to do.
McGonagall stepped up to Rosie.
"So you're the one moving to Hogwarts this year?"
Rosie nodded.
"She's just arrived from New Zealand." Said Shackbolt. Most people turned back to their food. Ron stepped up to Rosie.
"Hey. You're Rosie, right?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah,"
Harry knew he really shouldn't be doing this, but he had a right to find out if his best friend fancied his new friend, didn't he?
She's cute,
He heard Ron thinking,
But she'll be a great friend. Only a friend.
Harry grinned. Good. He could tell Ron had eyes for Hermione, even if Ron couldn't tell himself.
Rosie stepped up to him. "You're Harry Potter aren't you?" She said. She was barely concealing her grin.
"Yeah. You're Rosie Dion."
She nodded.
Shadow, you've been careless.
Said Rosie in his mind
You told you're friends about you're powers without taking any precautions. What if they were captured and forced to tell Death Eater about you're abilities?
Uh Oh... Whoops?
Yeah. So I took the liberty of putting a secrecy charm on them. They'll still remember, but anything you've told them or that you tell them about you're powers they can't repeat to anyone, even under the influence of Veritaserum.
Thanks.
No problem.
"Nice meeting you, Harry," She said. "And happy birthday."
Harry smiled, "Thanks." She nodded and walked off.
Dumbledore approached Snape, Harry tried to look preoccupied with petting Azorath.
"Severus," said Dumbledore gravely. Dumbledore handed him a piece of parchment. "Tell him. And soon."
Tell whom? What were they talking about?
Snape froze. Dumbledore gave Snape a stern look.
"You have to tell him. It would be best if you did it now."
Snape hesitated, and then nodded.
Dumbledore walked away.
Huh?
"Potter," snapped Snape.
Harry's head snapped up. Where they talking about him?
"I have to talk to you. It's very important. Follow me."
He stalked off, and Harry hurried after him.
He was lead into an empty room. Snape flicked on the light switch and sat down.
Harry sat down across from him.
Snape's hands were shaking, he looked paler than usual.
What the hell was going on?
Slowly he handed Harry the parchment.
"I beg you not to get too angry. I only found out just recently. Just be rational..."
Harry gave him a questioning glance, and unfurled the parchment.
He began to read.
Dear Severus, (And Harry when you read this)
I know this is a terrible thing to put so easily into a letter, but it must be told somehow, because if you are reading this... then I am dead. I was the only one who knew this secret, I told no one. Not James, not Dumbledore, no one. I ordered this to be delivered on Harry's sixteenth birthday, because that is when the charm is to start wearing off. Severus, do you remember when we dated for that short time in seventh year? (Sorry if that comes as a shock to you, Harry.) When Harry was born, I never noticed anything out of the ordinary with his appearances. But on his first birthday, I figured it out, and I placed this charm on him. It would last fifteen years. That is why I sent this letter to you on Harry's sixteenth birthday. I placed an appearance charm on Harry. Because, well, to put it bluntly, James is not Harry's father.
You're his father, Severus.
Harry dropped the letter. No, no, no...
This couldn't happen to him! He was sick of things happening to him!
He looked at Snape. His head was in his hands. He was shaking.
Harry glanced toward the letter on the floor, and backed himself up against the wall. This is what he hated. No one was touching him. It wasn't crowded. But he felt trapped.
He walked towards the door. He didn't know where he would go. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wait..." said a hoarse voice from behind him.
Harry turned around. Snape was looking at him.
"I understand if you're angry... I'm sorry," Snape shook his head.
"You took the news much better than me. When I found out I blew up half of Dumbledore's office."
Harry was still staring at Snape. He didn't know what to feel.
"I'm sorry," said Snape again. He stood up and walked towards the door.
"Erm... Professor?"
Snape turned and looked at him.
"I know... well... I know we've never really got along... but..."
He held out his hand. "I want to call a truce." Said Harry. "So we can just... be civil toward one another."
Snape took his hand.
"Truce."
Snape was just about to open the door, when he glanced at Harry's hair.
"Seriously, can't you make you're hair lie flat?" He asked, crossing his arms and glaring at the mass of jet-black hair.
"No. Can't you wash you're hair?"
Snape looked at Harry, and then laughed.
"You know, you're the first student to have the guts to say that since I've become a teacher," he said. "You try keeping you're clean after working with potions twelve hours a day."
"But can't you... I dunno... wash you're hair each night or something?"
"Fine. I'll make you a deal. I'll wash my hair, you make you're hair lie flat."
"Deal. But you have to cut you're hair, as well." Smirked Harry.
"I am not going to cut my hair!"
"Why not? Why don't you just try having short hair?"
Snape shook his head and closed his eyes.
"I don't know why the hell I'm doing this..." he muttered.
Snape sighed.
"Deal?" asked Harry.
"Deal."
Harry grinned and left the room. The light-hearted conversation they had had dimmed the shock of Harry's new parentage. But now, as Harry was making his way to his room, it came back full force.
But Harry didn't go into his room, he kept walking up the stairs until he came to the top floor. He entered an empty room. There was no windows, no furniture, nothing.
Harry was breathing deeply. He felt a tingling sensation. Then warmth. He was angry. He didn't know what was happening around him.
He opened his eyes. He was kneeling in the middle of the room. Flames were licking his body, burning the room around him...
Harry took a deep breath.
The flames were slowly dying down. Leaving blackened walls and ashes floating lazily through the air.
"Temper tantrum?" Harry looked up. Rosie was standing in the doorway.
~ You know, you're lucky that you were protecting me from those flames. I could have been burnt to a crisp! ~ Hissed Azorath angrily.
Whoops. He forgot about Azorath.
"Want to tell me what's wrong?" Rosie sat down next to him.
Harry shook his head, staring at the floor.
"Okay..."
She looked around the room.
"Gees, Harry," she said, "You did a good job of this room! I didn't know you could use you're fire element yet!"
"I didn't mean to." Said Harry in a flat monotone.
Inside of him was just a mass of swirling emotions. He was angry. Angry that something had been kept from him yet again. He was sad. Sad that he now knew he had family, something he had yearned for so long, but his family hated him... but the thing that interested Harry the most... was the tiny glimmers of hope he could feel in his heart. Obviously he didn't want to be a family with Snape. He hated the man! But... they had made a truce...
Harry shook his head.
"I'm exhausted," He said, and he stood up. "I'm going to bed, what about you?"
Rosie nodded. "Yeah..." she stood up beside him. "Feeling better now, Harry?"
Harry nodded, and walked down to his room. Rosie stopped at the door to her new room.
"Goodnight, Harry..." she said, and she smiled.
"Night..."
AN: Done! I'm not to pleased with Harry's reaction to the news. I had trouble writing that. Anyway, please review! Hope you like it so far!
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