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A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to update... but school is hell... Answers to reviews can be found at the bottom.

Chapter 4 – When the boy will be a man… part II

They brought him to the hospital ward where a furious Madam Pomfrey took care of the still unconscious boy. When she finally was finished

"Enervate!"

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Harry stirred and but he did not try to open his eyes. He knew that the bright light would cause him an unbelievable headache. He heard muffled voices.

"It's a wonder that he has no server injuries. I'm already glad that he is still alive."

"Almost thirty foot!" threw someone in.

"I'm wondering about the changes."

"Yeah, he caught the snitch without his glasses!"

"He grew three inches in about no time. I'm surprised he survived that!" exclaimed Madam Pomfrey.

"So - I'm not dead?" croaked Harry. He was surprised by the sound of his voice – it was different. He tried to open his eyes and saw Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron bended over the bed.

"Harry!" shouted Hermione.

"Yeah – I believe that was my name, wasn't it? Oh, my head…"

"Oh boy, what did you think? Falling of a broom and believing that you head wouldn't ache after the impact?"

"Almost thirty foot!" threw Ron in. Harry smiled and noticed the strange expressions on every face.

"What happened?" asked Harry but none answered.

"I mean, what happened after that Bludger his my nose and what happened after I caught the Snitch?"

Ron began to explain: "That stupid Bludger hit you on the nose and crushed your glasses. When your nose started to bleed like hell you simply pressed your right forearm against your face to stop the bleeding. You looked up and headed somewhere. When you threw your hand up with triumph we knew that you had caught the Snitch. In the same moment you gasped and fell off your broom. You hit the ground with full force."

"But that…" began Harry.

"About thirty foot, my dear!" answered Dumbledore.

"I should be dead by now, shouldn't I?"

"Harry, there are more important issues than your excellent survival instinct and your enormous luck!" replied Hermione.

Harry sat up and starred at the crowd surrounding him. "What happened?"

"Harry, you changed rather dramatically!" answered Ron.

Hermione finally reacted when Harry glared at her and handed him a mirror. He starred at his reflection and laughed gruffly. "Nice joke, 'Mione."

"Harry?" asked Hermione anxiously.

"Tell me, how did you hex the mirror? That's a great trick!"

"Harry, this mirror was not hexed. It shows you nothing but yourself."

"That's bullshit! I cannot look like this!"

Everyone starred at Harry, except from Snape. Snape was starring at the floor.

"What are you talking about, boy?" asked McGonagall.

"I'm… I look like… I…!" Harry caught sight of Snape and began to shout at him. "YOU did that! YOU switched the potions. Because you hate me. Because you hated my father!"

"No," replied the potions master calm.

"No what? No you didn't switch the potions, no you don't hate me, no you didn't hate my father? What?"

"I did not switch the potion. And everything else is none of your business!"

"LIAR!" screamed Harry.

In the very moment the door opened and Remus Lupin entered the hospital ward.

"I heard what happened to you, Harry!" he said and approached to the bed. "I just had arrived when Professor Flitwick told me!"

Harry looked up at his godfather's best friend, the last surviving marauder.

"That's nothing," explained Harry, pretending to be utterly calm inside and outside.

"I hope you have put aside some of the potion I brewed for you some weeks ago?" asked Snape. Lupin turned and looked bewildered.

"I already drank it, but what's the matter with the wolfsbane potion?"

"Well, I just ran out of my supplies of dried stonelouse. As you know it's one of the basic ingredients."

"Severus, if you are trying to tell me something, then do it!"

"I was about to tell you, Lupin. About eight weeks ago I ordered new dried stonelouse and I believed that my supplies held enough stonelouse for the ten to eleven weeks it would need until my order would arrive. Unfortunately I made a mistake and handed the last vial of stonelouse to Potter, who arrogantly refused to tell me and just tried to brew a Veritasvidi."

Everyone around gasped and Snape's lips curled with the sweet victory.

"You see what it did to him! Oh, of course I did test it before I made him test it, clearly not poisonous. But obviously it failed to work as it ought to be."

Lupin looked at Harry with surprise.

"Severus, have you still something of Harry's potion?"

"Sure. I had no time to get rid of the last vials."

"Bring one up here. I want to test it!"

Snape snorted and walked of for his office. Perhaps he should try and not return?

He did return and handed a small vial to Lupin.

"Here you are!" snorted Snape. "But I told you he did it wrong."

"I believe it worked right. It destroyed the charms that concealed his true appearance."

Snape almost laughed. "Poor, Lupin, poor! Veritasvidi does not negate any concealing charms or potions. It allows you to look through this charms and potions. If it's brewed by a good potions master it even allows you to see a wizard's true aura when he took Polyjuice potion.

"But the negation of the concealing charms cannot be simply the result of a wrong potion. I think the snitch worked as a catalyst. Well, not really as a catalyst as it lost some of his magic."

Everyone around looked at the snitch on the bedside table flapping his wings wearily and clearly not able to fly anymore. Snape rolled his eyes when he realised that no one was aware of the definition of a catalyst.

Remus eyed Harry's new appearance.

"So, you told him?" asked Remus and turned to Snape.

"I? I told him nothing!" answered Snape. "What should I have told him?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about!" Remus voice was dangerously calm.

"I do not know, werewolf!" answered Snape. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"I believe it would be the best for you to leave now," urged Dumbledore softly and guided the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Hermione to the exit.

"But headmaster!" begged Hermione. "Perhaps he needs…"

"I'm sure that Mr. Potter will inform you about everything if he thinks that it is necessary. You may visit him in the evening again. Until then, be certain of his well-being."

Dumbledore closed the door and turned to the teachers and the boy.

"You never told him the truth about his mother then? About Lily and you? I thought it should be about time now, Severus?" asked McGonagall.

"Lily and me?" gasped Snape and his expression softened for the blink of an eye. "There never was anything about Lily and me. She left school and ran to Potter. There never was anything about Lily and me!"

"I believe that you should tell them, dear boy!" pointed the headmaster out.

"You still believe that we do not know what the two of you did? Sweet Jesus, that was so obvious! At the marriage…" joined Madam Hooch into the conversation.

"He was there?" roared Harry.

"No!" gasped Snape, rather an order to stop the blabbering teachers than a answer to Harry.

"Later on when Harry was born and before Lily and James went into hiding…" began McGonagall.

"Stop it!" bellowed the potions master.

Harry never before had heard such an intense order. The two words carried all of Snape's feelings, if there were some of them.

"Severus, you have to admit the truth!" pointed Remus out.

"I told you to stop, Moony! Stop this silly… this silly 'conversation'!" spat Snape out. "You don't know anything, do you? HE is Potter's! Haven't you realised HE is Potter's? She lied to me, betrayed me!" Snape pointed at Harry and Remus smiled at Snape.

"You might not have recognized it yet, but Harry doesn't look like James anymore, does he?"

"She betrayed me, Moony! She betrayed me!" said Snape in a faint voice.

rosiegirl - I'm sorry for the break, but I promise that I couldn't just stop the story here.

kaelindarkstar - I'm so sorry, but my life really is hell. I try to update very soon!

athenakitty -
1. Headache?
2. Yes and not really.
3. No and yes. It wasn't only the potion, but the Snitch worked as a catalyst. And yes, the prophecy means him. At least, now it stilldoes!

Shadowed Hand - As you have read, not really. It makesone see through glamouries but it doesn't lift the charms casted on oneself (but... you know, Harry isn't very good in potions). And apparently it was the Snitch.

Adenara Yatman - I'll take that as a compliment!

moonypadfoot - Because it wasn't the Bludger, it was the Snitch and the wrong potion. I'll update as soon as possible.

Connie Eressea - No... Snape being ill isn't important. It's just... something I came up with. Just for fun.

Lydia Blue - Well, sorry. I wanted to put the answers to your questions in this chapter but it didn't really fit in here. And I haven't figured out all about the prophecy yet.

Tabitha78 - Of course I will go on. And I have a great idea for the future of both Snapes. It will be evil... and mean... muahahahaha!