A/N: This chapter was work! I had the idea ages ago, but now I actually had to write it down. Although I had a lot of inspiration after that reply I received to the fanletter I wrote ages ago...

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Chapter 08 – Only a visitor

Everyone assured Harry that they knew how bad he felt, but the young wizard only snorted.

They forced him to attend lessons again. They certainly didn't know how bad he felt.

"Harry, if you stop attending your lessons without any proper reason, we will have to expel you!" had the headmaster said. As if being your archenemy's son wasn't a proper reason.

Harry soon had worked out how he could hide his face by constantly looking downwards.

"Mr Potter, could you pay attention to my lesson? Or is your attention span to short to follow my instructions?" sneered Snape during the Potions class.

"Of course, Professor!" answered Harry, not looking up. "Of course, Professor!"

Snape didn't bother to go with the natural teasing. He couldn't stand to see the boy there, reminding him so much of himself at that age.

Harry looked up a bit. Snape wasn't as lunch. And so Harry stood up and wandered through the corridors.

Who cared about what the others thought. The only one who had some kind of control over Harry (even if it only was based in Snape's ability to annoy the shit out of Harry) was Snape.

Harry quickly hid behind some pillar when he saw familiar black billowing robes at the end of the hallway.

"Odd," Harry thought. "Normally Snape never goes outside, or so it seems!"

And thus the boy decided to follow the hatred teacher.

Snape headed to Hogsmead, or at least in the vague direction of the wizarding village.

Harry followed the teacher on the heels, yet with enough of a distance between them to ensure that Snape wouldn't hear him or accidentally catch a glimpse of him when he tried to duck behind a stone, a bush or something else.

And then they seemed to reach Snape's destination.

A graveyard.

Curiously Harry followed the wizard to a rather isolated part of the graveyard. There was a row of trees and Snape slipped through one of the larger gaps between them.

Harry knelt down and pulled softly at some branch to have a better look.

Snape knelt down in front of two Gravestones and placed a beautiful bunch of flowers in front of the one of them.

"Hey you. Sorry, I was busy. Yeah, perhaps I should have dropped in at some weekend, I know, but things got a bit out of hand. I… wish I would have had the time or the peace to visit you. Hope you can understand me.

"And… and I needed time to think about everything and anything. No, don't worry (a soft chuckle escaped him) I'm alright. Nothing I couldn't handle. But it is Harry I am worried about. I'm sorry that I didn't… that I believed that you betrayed me. I am more than happy that you didn't. But Harry isn't taking it well.

"I love you, Lils! Ow, you can't possibly imagine how much. And I guess… I owe you an apology, both of you. I'm very, very sorry for all the hate I held all those years. Lily, love, and James, my friend!"

And then Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He jumped through the gap between the trees in front of him.

"You knew that they were here!"

Snape turned but didn't look surprised.

"Yes, I demanded for them to be buried here!" he said in a calm voice.

"And you never told me!" shrieked Harry, angry at Snape and himself. Why had he never asked where his parents… where his mother and James had been buried?

The Potions master growled and glared at the teen. "Yes, because I didn't want you to worship the great James Potter!"

"Who told you that I would have?"

"The light in your eyes when one spoke of him, the passionate hate in your eyes when I spoke of him. Your eyes betray you. Everyone can tell from them that you are Lily's child. And everyone can tell what you are feeling when they look into these amazing depths."

"Then I don't have to tell you, what I'm currently feeling!" hissed Harry.

Severus reached out and softly stroked the boy's cheek. Harry jerked but didn't want to accidentally break the piercing look he believed he held the man with.

"Who am I?" demanded Harry. "I'm currently no one. Tell me who I am!"

Raindrops began to fall from the slate grey sky and still neither of them moved.

Finally Snape pulled the boy into his arms.

Harry blushed and was to surprised to react at first. When his senses finally returned to him, he screamed and pushed away from Snape.

The raindrops were falling faster and harder and more of them were falling now.

Harry stood there, his head, for once, held upright and his face fully visible.

Raindrops were running down his face, his nose, his cheekbones, gathering at his chin, then running down his neck into his collar.

"Please Harry!"

"NO!" screamed the boy. "NO! YOU BETRAYED ME! ALL OF YOU BETRYED ME!"

Snape had no choice but to agree. If he only had listened to Remus and had read the letters Lily had wrote to him! He had failed the boy.

Harry jumped back trough the row of trees, not caring of the trees stood closer than others and that the fir needles and twigs scraped him.

He didn't care for anything. He just needed to get away from this warped scenery.

Everything was wrong!

Snape!

SNAPE!

Snape…?

Suddenly Harry felt two arms grasping him. Holding him a firm hug.

"NO!" screamed Harry. "I HATE YOU! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Snape pulled his son closer, one arm across the boy's chest and keeping the boy's arms in place, and the teachers other arm firm around the boy's waist.

"Still!" hissed Snape and rocked Harry. "Please trust me!"

The teen began to whisper no's just to shut the loving words out, to forget where he was, and why and with whom.

He hoped that the rain could and would wash away all the pain and knowledge, but it didn't matter how desperate he turned his face towards the sky and it didn't matter how hard the rain was falling on his face, the pain and the knowledge remained.

He began to cry, ragged sobs escaping his throat. "No! Nooooo!"

"Shhh!" whispered Snape and placed his chin on Harry's shoulder.

The teen obviously had no more control over his legs. Snape held his son and sank to the ground with him. He gathered the limp body in his arms and pulled him closer.

Harry continued crying. Eventually he calmed down a bit and when he realized in which position he was, he fought the hold. Snape was surprised and so Harry could escape his grasp.

Snape couldn't do anything, he just knelt there and stared after Harry who ran back to Hogwarts. He didn't even realize he was wet all over and that the rain already was ceasing.

An elderly woman sighed. "It's hard to accept a loss. Give him time!"

"It's not a loss he is mourning about. It's his newly found father," stated Snape.

The woman eyed the teacher cautiously and then decided to not further elaborate on the topic.

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