Chapter 2: Who Am I?
"Professor, are you feeling alright?" Harry asked quietly. What was wrong with Dumbledore? No mistake- the Headmaster was always a bit well, off his rocker… but Harry now, had no doubt that Albus Dumbledore was nuts!
"I'm feeling fine Harry," Dumbledore said gently, "Why do you ask?" Harry looked at the professor's face and realized that he was serious. No! Harry shook his head frantically and turned to Lupin. He looked at Harry and nodded silently. Harry's insides churned unpleasantly as he snapped his head in Snape's direction. He just stared back at the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry jumped out of his armchair and started backing up towards the oak door leading out of the office.
"No! What in the name of Merlin is wrong with you?" Harry said, panic rising in his chest. "Of course James Potter is my father! You LIARS!" He screamed.
"Harry," The Dumbledore said softly, "You know I would never lie to you about something as important as this. I am telling you the truth, James Potter is NOT your--" He was caught off with a slam of the oak door.
Harry ran down the halls, not really knowing were he was going. All he knew is that he needed a place where he could be alone, a place where he could think. He was not however, aware that he was running right into the Slytherin dungeons.
Harry came to an abandoned hallway, and slid down against the stone wall. He was unusually pale, and he was shaking uncontrollably. They're crazy, Harry told himself silently, all of them. Completely insane. Of course James Potter is my father! Everyone tells me how much I resemble him. James Potter is my father, James Potter is my father, James Potter is my father, James Potter is my—Harry was brought out of his thoughts, when he heard a pair of footsteps heading his way. They stopped in front of him. Slowly and carefully, Harry looked up into the dark and hard eyes of Severus Snape.