As foretold by my crystall ball, the next chapter…and it's LONGER than normal as well. Consider it a belated holiday present.
a/n OOPS! umm, would you believe that Ron is psychic? No? neither do I. Error on the author's part. clarification requested by Gorman99 (Thank you!). Line in question was when Ron referred to Snape changing Harry's detention to Filch for Thursday night. Harry found out about the change on Thursday. Ron was in a shock induced coma since Wednesday night, he couldn't have known about the change. I was thinking that Harry rec'd notice of the change of detention on Wednesday night & that's how Ron knew about it. I decided to change the dialogue of that conversation a bit, rather than change chapter 28 & 29....
Oh yeah, & Points to Strawberry22!!!
REFLECTION: Snape thinks back to his reaction from their previous conversation
FLASHBACK: while thinking back, Sev remembers events from 16 years ago.
Chapter 31 awakening reflection
"Sir?" Harry said as he entered the potion classroom that evening.
"What is it, Potter?"
Instinctively, Harry stepped back at this professor's tone. "I was wondering if we could finish our conversation from yesterday."
Snape stared silently at Harry. Severus couldn't believe that anyone could be this clueless. The fact that he moved the boy's detention the previous night with Filch should have alerted him to the fact that his professor didn't want to hear any discuss this topic any further.
Severus thought back to Wednesday night.
- - -REFLECTION - - -
Snape had followed Harry and Albus as they left his classrooms. When they turned to head up the stairs, Severus followed the corridor until he came to his private rooms.
Once inside, he seated himself in front of the fireplace to replay what Potter had said. It couldn't be, Severus decided. It just couldn't be. Regardless of what happened sixteen years ago, Harry Potter was not his son.
- - -FLASHBACK - - -
"Sir, I regret to inform you that the tests prove conclusively that the body we found was indeed your daughter."
Severus just looked at the ministry employee that gave him this information. NO! It can't be, his mind screamed. There has to be some mistake, not his daughter, not Seren. She couldn't be dead, she never even had a chance to live, he thought. Severus leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes in an effort to stop the tears.
"Sir," the employee said, "Can I get you anything?"
Severus just shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that he wanted to be alone.
Severus didn't know how much time he stayed in that position, consumed with his thoughts. If it wasn't for the hope that Synclair might still be alive and needing him, Severus didn't think he would survive this.
"Excuse me, sir." Walter Box, the auror assigned to his case, interrupted. "If you could follow me, there are some items we need to discuss."
Severus silently followed the man to a small office, once seated, the other man began speaking. "My condolences on your loss. It is a difficult thing to lose a child."
Severus inclined his head showing his acknowledgment of the man's words.
"All evidence shows that your son and daughter were taken at the same time, presumably by the same person. No magical or physical trace of them has been found since this investigation began. An autopsy revealed that your daughter was killed a week after the abduction. After she was killed, the body was then disposed of in the Channel. It is our belief, based on this information, that your son has shared the same fate as his sister."
Severus stared at the auror in horror. Surely he wasn't saying that they were giving up.
"With no leads, no detection of your son and in light of the recent developments with your daughter, it has been decided that both, er, let me see," the auror said as he looked at the file in front of him, "Seren and Synclair be declared dead. Seren's body will be released into your custody so that you can begin funeral arrangements."
"No." Severus said quietly. "You can't do this. My son could still be alive."
"You are welcome to continue the investigation on your own, however, all of our resources have been exhausted. We, the ministry, needs to focus our attention on other matters that are threatening the safety of the wizarding world. It is our belief that your son's body is also in the Channel where your daughter was recovered. We have every reason to believe that your son is also dead, it is just a matter of time before the body is discovered. We will let you know if anything of that nature occurs."
Severus watched as the auror stood up and opened the door. Before he took that final step, however, he turned back to Severus and said, "Once more, my condolences on your loss."
- - END FLASHBACK - - --
- - -RETURN TO REFLECTION OF WEDNESDAY NIGHT- - -
Surely the fates wouldn't be so cruel to have his son be alive and be Harry Potter, Severus had thought. Snape knew from reading the boy's journal that the famous Harry Potter wasn't a Potter at all, but he never expected the boy to claim to be a Snape. No. It just wasn't possible, Severus decided. He buried his children a long time ago. It took him years before he finally trained himself not to search the faces of children walking by him for traits that resembled his own. There was no way that Harry Potter was his Synclair. It was just a prank that the boy-who-lived cooked up with the help of the Weasley twins, Severus decided.
Well, they would not get Severus to fall for it. He was smarter than that. He could just imagine what that trio had planned. They probably expected him to welcome the boy with open arms, to bond with him like father and son and then, when he had opened himself completely, that would be the time they would reveal their joke. Just to humiliate him. To have everyone see his pain and to make his past known to all. No, Severus wouldn't allow that to happen.
He didn't care what explanations the boy came up with. It simply wasn't the truth. Severus knew that neither his heart nor his mind could handle the disappoint that stemmed from his efforts of following any more 'leads'. He remembered how a part of him had died each time a lead had come to a bitter conclusion. The hoping and waiting and waiting and hope was worse than giving in. As a result, he had decided years ago that he would no longer go chasing after rainbows.
He didn't know what Potter was playing at and truthfully he didn't care. He would just have to let the boy believe that it just wasn't possible. The first thing he would have to do is make it clear to Potter that he didn't want to hear anything else on this subject. Having him serve tomorrow's detention with Filch should get the point across.
- - - END REFLECTION- - -
No more rainbows, Snape reminded himself. He couldn't afford to live in the past. He had to be firm. He wouldn't be swayed by what Potter said.
His family, his SON was dead. Synclair was dead and nothing Potter said was going to change that.
Of course, first he would have to find out exactly what Potter knows. Remembering his grandmother's words of catching more flies with honey than with vinegar, Snape gave a small smile and said, "Certainly, I'm curious as to what you have to say."
Harry sat there in shock. He could now understand how Ron could have such a strong reaction to 'mere words'. Harry wouldn't be surprised if he had the same reaction due to Snape's smile and words.
Okay, thought Harry, that was easier than it should have been. "Thank you, sir. Um, as I mentioned yesterday, I was adopted by the Potters in Sweden after Cybelle died. Cybelle Swann, was a Swedish Auror who was assisting the London Ministry in the fight against Voldemort, brought me back home with her when she left London. Her parents sent me her journal which included the last few years of her life. There was no specific information regarding the identity of my parents, just that my mother died and that my father wouldn't be able to care for me and my sister.
"She never mentioned why my father wouldn't be able to care for me, though. Hermione thinks that this was more the thoughts and feelings of Cybelle and her co-workers than actual fact. I, um, brought her journal in case you wanted to read it."
Honey, Severus reminded himself, as he bit his tongue to keep from lashing out at the boy. "Thank you. I'm sure it will be interesting," or at least a cure for insomnia, if he had any inclination to read the journal in the first place, Severus thought.
"Um, the one thing I am unsure about is…" Harry's voice trailed off, since he was hesitant to address this topic.
"One thing?" Snape said sarcastically, no longer able to hold it in. "Well, go on, gather that Gryffindor courage and ask." Snape snorted, like any son of his would be sorted in Gryffindor in the first place.
"You mentioned many holes with my suspicions. Well, the only one that I have is that I saw the graves of both your son and daughter in your memories If your son died, how could I be him?"
Severus stared at the boy. Did he know that the body of his son was never recovered? Was that the basis for this whole joke? Only one way to find out.
"If he died, then you couldn't be." Snape snarled, finally losing complete control of his tongue. It was bad enough that Potter was trying to pull a stunt like this in the first place, but there was no way this insolent student was going to get him to talk about those years that he spent wishing, hoping, and searching for his son.
Harry stared at Snape, a look of disappointment on his face.
Good, Snape smirked, the boy is finally realizing that I wasn't going to fall into his trap. This could be the perfect way to end this farce.
"So your son is dead then?"
Apparently the boy didn't know. Snape just glared at Harry and elevated one eyebrow as if to say 'don't be a dunderhead. You saw my memories, what do you think?". The best thing of all, Snape decided, was that he didn't even have to lie to the boy about it. Not that he would have had any qualms about lying to a student regarding his personal life. As long as he remained silent and let Potter draw his own conclusions, this matter would be settled in five minutes.
"Then why did you let me go on? Why did you let me think that I might have found my family, if you knew that it wasn't possible? You've done cruel things in the past, but this takes the cake! My best friend is in a shock-induced coma because of this and you knew on Wednesday that it wasn't possible and yet you didn't stop me from asking about it again! Do you know how difficult it was to approach you about this the first time? Let alone twice! How could you do this?"
Severus stared at Harry in disbelief. Never before had he seen such raw magical energy. His attention was drawn from the words Harry was speaking to the objects in the room that started to hover.
"Potter!" He cried, trying to get the boy's attention. "You need to calm down before you hurt someone." For each moment that Harry spent ranting, his control of his magic slipped more and more.
"Potter!"
No matter how many times Snape cried his name, he couldn't even seize the boy's attention. Severus gave a small sigh as he walked over to Harry and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, urging him to sit down. "Just calm down," he repeated over and over to no avail.
Snape had never felt so helpless before, he couldn't even get Harry to calm down enough to take a potion. Every time he tried to summon one from his room, Harry would knock it out of his hands before he even had the stopper off.
All Severus could hear was the sound of glass breaking, mixed with Harry's mumblings about hope, family, and homes. Without fully aware of what he was doing Snape started talking to the child in front of him, while instinctively rubbing his shoulders and back to calm him down.
"Synclair was never found. My son's body was never found. Seren was found in the Channel a few months after she was killed and the ministry didn't have any leads on Synclair. Since no magical trace of him existed, they decided that he was most likely dead, killed by the same person at the same time Seren was and that it was only a matter of time before his body was discovered. The ministry declared them both dead.
"I spent years continuing to search for him, believing, hoping that he was still alive. I was determined not to give up on my son. After a few years, I realized that I couldn't carry on like I was. I was literally killing myself trying to find him. All my spare time was spent following leads that only led to disappointment. I wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, but instead was scouring the country side looking for him. I had decided that if I had no concrete information, no reason to cling to the hope that Synclair was alive, that I would stop living in the past. Another year had passed and I never found anything that proved the ministry wrong."
With the comforting touch and soothing tones of his professor Harry had calmed down enough to hear the words he spoke. "But you never found anything that proved them right, either."
Beyond inclining his head at Harry's words, Snape gave no reply.
"So it is possible, then?" Harry said, with a small smile.
Possible, but highly improbable, Snape thought.
"So, when can we brew the lineage potion?"
Snape just stared at Harry, horrified at what he had just told this student. He never meant to share that information with him. He didn't plan on sharing it with anyone.
He quickly released his hold on the boy and stood up. Standing behind his desk, he grabbed a stack of essays that needed to be evaluated. "I think that discussion will best be suited for another time. Right now, you have desks that need to be scrubbed, no magic," Snape smirked, as he headed towards the classroom door.
"What? You're leaving, just like that? How can you just ignore this?"
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, and unless you want me to deduct more, get to work."
"Even after everything that we just talked about you're giving me detention?"
"You already had detention. I am just making sure that you serve it."
"Why?"
"You already got out of one detention this week, I can't let you out of another one. Unless of course, you would like to explain to everyone why you're appearance has changed and what we discussed?"
At Harry's look of horror, Snape continued, "No, I didn't think so. Now get to work."
Remus returned to his seat next to the only occupied bed in the hospital ward. He had decided to take a walk to the kitchens and bring back some food for breakfast. So far, this would be the third day he would spend in the hospital ward, waiting for Harry's friend to wake up. Except for chest movements there hadn't been any signs of life from the red-headed boy. Remus was beginning to get worried. If Ron didn't wake up soon he would have to be moved to St. Mungo's for futher testing.
As Remus returned his attention to the plate of food in front of him, he heard footsteps approaching. Recognizing the scent of the patient's best friends, he said, "It's okay to come in. He can have visitors. Maybe if you talk to him he will wake up."
Harry and Hermione entered the room, each of them immediately going to sit down on one side of Ron's bed.
"So he hasn't woken up yet?" Harry asked.
"Has there been any change at all?" Hermione said at the same time.
"Nothing yet. But if there isn't any improvement soon it will be likely that he will be transferred to St. Mungo's."
"But I thought he was fine!" Harry said, feeling guilty that his friend was here because of words that he said. "Madam Pomphrey said that he was fine and would wake up in a day or two!" Harry looked ill as he thought about what else could be at stake if he was moved out of Hogwarts. "He might accidentally tell people-"
""Harry, calm down." Hermione said. "We will worry about that if it happens. Madam Pomphrey did say that he should wake up in a day or two. It's only been a little more than two days. I'm sure that she is correct about the diagnosis and that Ron will be awaking up soon. He is probably just enjoying the extra sleep while he can get it. Now why don't we talk to him as Remus suggested. Muggle studies have shown that a person in a coma can be in tune with the world around them. Those who have visitors and people conversing with them on a regular basis are more likely to respond and awaken."
Remus sat their finishing his breakfast as Harry told Ron about Malfoy's attempt to sabotage Hermione's potion and his catch of the penguino pebble. He also mentioned Dumbledore's announcement of a Hogsmeade weekend for later this month.
Hermione, of course, told Ron about what he was missing in class, as well as the homework assignments that he would have to make up.
"Hermione, you keep talking about class and homework and he won't want to wake up." Harry joked before he told Ron about his discussion with Katie Bell, the Gryffindor Quidditch caption regarding team tryouts. "So, you'd better be well by Monday and at the tryouts or Katie said that she would hex you if you weren't there."
After many more minutes of relaying information to a comatose Ron, Harry and Hermione lapsed into silence.
"Harry," Remus said, noticing a break in their chatter, "How did your detention go last night?"
"I don't know. I'm so confused."
"Confused? Why?" Remus asked puzzled, while an equally puzzled Hermione lookd at Harry.
"Well, first he was his normal greasy-git, mean self,"
"Harry!"
"Then he was polite and even smiled at me. Later on he was impatient and mean again, leading me to believe that there was no way that I could be his son."
"What? How did he do that?"
"Well, one of the holes in my theory was about his son being dead, right? I asked how it was possible that I could be his son if his son died, he led me to believe that it wasn't possible, since his son was in fact dead. At that point, I got angry."
"Harry, why did you get angry? You had already believed that his son was dead and that because of this he might not be your father."
"I wasn't mad that his son was dead, or that he wasn't my father. I was mad that he led me to believe that it was possible. Even on Wednesday he didn't come right out and remind me that his son was in fact dead, effectively ending the conversation and my speculation. Even tonight, he let me continue on about why I believed I was his son. I continued the explainations about the adoptions and the letters, Cybelle's journal. I mentioned everything. Then when I asked about how I could be Synclair if Synclair was dead, he said I couldn't be. That's when I lost control of my temper."
"I'm assuming that Synclair was his son's name?" At Harry's nod, Remus continued, "I agree that he didn't handle the situation in the best way. But you have to realize that this is probably a very emotional subject for him as well."
"Yeah, yeah," Harry said as he waved off Remus's explanation. "But listen to what happened next. When I lost control of my temper, I also lost control of my magic. Objects in the room started to levitate before crashing back down. Snape tried to calm me down. He started talking. I don't think he realized what he was saying. In fact, I am rather positive about that."
"Harry!" Hermione said. "Will you just tell us what he said?"
"He told me that Synclair's body was never found. How Seren's body was found in the Channel months after she was killed and how the ministry believed that Synclair suffered the same fate and that it was only a matter of time before the body was recovered. They declared both of them dead, since it was believed that they were kidnapped from the same place at the same time by the same person."
"But that's just circumstantial!" Hermione cried. "Surely they didn't stop looking for Synclair."
"They did. Apparently they exhausted all their resources and with Voldemort rising, needed all the man-power they could spare on him." Harry paused as he debated what he should share about his professors actions. "He tried to search on his own, but never found Synclair. He finally decided that the ministry was probably right and gave up."
"What!" Hermione exclaimed in disbelief. "I can't believe that anyone would give up searching if there was a possiblibility that his son could still be alive."
Harry shrugged as Remus replied, "I think I can understand why he gave up. I'm sure took so much energy from him to search and each time he hit a dead end it probably hurt more than the last. Hope dies easily when there is nothing to feed it."
Hermione reflected on Remus's words. "Okay, maybe I can understand that, but surely he sees now that it could be possible and that it could be Harry?"
Both Hermione and Remus turned to Harry waiting for an answer. Harry shrugged again and said, "I don't know. As I said before it was weird. After he explained about Synclair, I suggested that it could be possible and asked if we could brew the lineage potion and he just told me to get to work cleaning the desks."
"That's it? That's all he said?" Remus asked with a dangerous glint in his eye.
"Well, he did say something about how that discussion is best suited for another time." Harry said bitterly.
"Harry, he probably just needs some time to think about this. I mean, think about it from his perspective. He spent years looking for his son before he believes that he is most likely dead, then a student shows up and claims to be that son."
"I don't claim to be anything!" Harry screamed. "I just want to know the truth."
"Still, Harry, Hermione has a point. You've had a few more days to think about this than he did. Not to mention that you have been looking for information regarding your parents for the past few months. For him, however, this is like a bolt of lightning out of nowhere."
"Fine," Harry sulked. "So, what do I do next?"
"Just give him some time to think about things. Try to be more patient and respectful towards him. Show him that you are willing to take things slow, so that you both have time to get used to it. But do not approach him about it directly. Let him come to you."
"What if he doesn't?" Harry asked, thinking that this would be the most likely scenario.
"As I said, give it some time. I can't imagine that he could ignore this forever, especially if you do what I recommend."
Harry moved from Ron's hospital bed to a chair on the other side of Remus. Dejectedly, he placed his head in his hands and groaned.
Harry hadn't had a chance to figure out how he felt about this yet, let alone try to see things from his professor's point of view. His instincts however, told him that Snape didn't believe him or rather, didn't want to believe him. He wouldn't be surprised if his professor did try to ignore this forever.
Remus couldn't imagine anyone not wanting to discover their child. Why, if he was Severus, he would be overjoyed to discover he had a child. It had always been his dream to have a family of his own, something that was impossible due to the restrictions the ministry placed on werewolves. He might not know Severus that well, but he couldn't see his old schoolmate ignoring the possibility of a family, even if it might lead to pain.
Hermione was sure that she was correct in her assessment that Professor Snape only needed a bit of time to process this information. Their professor had to be scared. Everything he had dreamed of might be possible. All those years of searching and hoping, and finally discovering that which he longed for. Hermione believed in her heart that a father, Professor Snape included, could never truly give up hope that his child had survived. Yes, it could be disheartening if the potion revealed that it wasn't true, but wouldn't it be worth the risk?
The silence was broken by a low moan. The three mobile occupants looked at the prone figure of Ronald Weasley.
"Ron?" Harry said as he lifted his heads from his hands and moved back to sitting on the edge of Ron's hospital bed, placing a hand on his friends shoulder. "Can you hear me?"
"Ron?" Hermione echoed as she took one of his hands in hers. "Open your eyes and wake up."
"Mmmm" Ron's head moved from side to side as if he was trying to shake something off.
"Ron, it's Harry, Hermione and Moony. Can you open your eyes for us?"
Slowly Ron's eyes flitted open. His gaze went to Harry, Hermione, Remus and back to Harry before closing again.
Once more, Ron opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. "Harry? I just had the weirdest dream." Ron paused a moment, "Or maybe it was a nightmare. I think it was scary enough. Actually it was really scary. I dreamt that you…that Snape…that-"
"Shh, Ron, it's okay. Just stop for a minute." Harry interrupted. He looked around the infirmary a moment, before turning to Remus. "Moony, can you please set up some privacy and silencing charms."
After Moony set up the charms, Harry looked at Ron and said, "It wasn't a dream or a nightmare."
"What?" Ron looked confused. "You mean it's true? Snape is your-your f-f-fa-?" Ron shuddered, unable to complete that sentence.
Harry winced at Ron's tone. "It might be a possibility. I think it's true, though. But I don't know for sure," Harry added, trying to be honest with his friend while at the same time, minimize it so he won't get upset.
"Why don't you know if it's the truth yet?" A puzzled Ron asked.
"It's complicated." Harry said.
"What's so complicated about it? Surely there's a potion or spell or something that will tell you. I'm sure both Hermione and Snape would know of something." At Ron's words, Harry looked away.
"There is," Harry said quietly. "I asked him about it on Wednesday night. He accused me of lying and playing a joke on him and threatened to have me expelled. I was finally able to get him to listen to me as I explained everything, both adoptions and the Novo Visius Adoptio spell when Dumbledore interrupted my detention. I spent most of that evening arguing with Dumbledore was planning on asking Snape about the potion again on Thursday, but he changed my detention to be served with Filch as well."
Ron's eyes grew bigger and he faced turned red from anger, as he mumbled "Greasy-git. He probably changed your detention on purpose. He doesn't want to know."
Harry smiled sadly, "I don't know he's thinking about this whole thing. Hermione and Moony thinks that he's afraid to believe it's true, just in case it isn't."
"Bullocks. Harry, you need to go and talk with him again. You can't let him do this to you."
"Ron, I did talk with him again, and I'll tell you about it later," Harry said as Ron went to open his mouth. "Right now, you need to calm down. Now that you are awake, Dumbledore will probably be here soon to ask you why you went into shock. I don't want him to find out about this yet." Ron tried to take some deep breaths as Harry continued. "Now, I need to know if you are okay with this. You seem upset."
"Upset! Of course I'm upset." Ron said as he shrugged Harry's arm off of his shoulder and tried to set up. "How can I not be upset?"
"Moony," Harry whispered. "I think we might need to obliviate him. I don't think that he's going to calm down anytime soon and he's not going to be in any condition to keep from telling Dumbledore about what happened."
Ron continued, "My best friend finally found a family. Something that he has always wanted and that greasy-git is afraid! You bet I'm upset."
Remus walked over towards Ron's bed, prepared to say the spell that would erase these memories from his mind.
"Wait!" Hermione cried, as she grabbed Remus's arm to keep him from performing the spell. "Ron, are you upset that Harry's father might be Professor Snape or are you upset at how Professor Snape is acting?"
"What? Upset at how his possible father is acting, of course. What kind of git would I be if I was mad at Harry for something he had no control over? I would be no better than that over grown bat, if I acted like that. I mean, who his father is or rather could be, doesn't change who Harry is. He's still Harry, my best mate for the last five years."
Harry, Hermione and Remus let out a large sigh of relief.
"So, you're really okay with this then?" Harry asked, still a bit nervous.
"Yeah, mate, but for your sake, Harry, I hope that you are mistaken about him being your father. You deserve a much better father than that. Of course, he's still probably better than the Dursley's. If he is your, er, well, if you are right, however, it will probably be a long time before I'll feel comfortable having dinner with your family." Ron joked. "Probably some time after we've graduated when he can no longer give detention or deduct house points for improper cutting technique on my meat."
Remus smiled at Ron's joke. He had a feeling that everything was going to be just fine. Even if Severus turned out not to be Harry's father, or if he was and didn't want to be, Harry was very lucky in the family that he forged for himself.
"Hey!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, as he looked between Harry and Hermione. "Shouldn't you be in class right now?"
""Ron," Harry said, laughing, "It's Saturday."
"Saturday? But how?"
Hermione told Ron about the events of Wednesday night and the resulting coma that he had been in for two days.
"Two days. Merlin, Harry, only you could have information about your parentage that would put someone in a shock induced coma for two days."
Harry shook his head and laughed. "Sorry about that mate. You gave Hermione and myself quite a scare. Plus, we had no idea how to explain what happened to the other professors."
"Harry," Hermione interrupted, "I think we should have Moony take the charms down now, before someone realizes that they are up and become suspicious."
Harry nodded, seeing the wisdom of her words, before turning to Ron. " Ron, I'm not ready yet to have anyone find out about my adoption, and especially about Snape. Is there anything else you need to say right now before we take down the charms?"
"Merlin, Harry, I don't think I have even begun to process this."
"I understand. We can always talk about this later, as long as we do so somewhere private. Moony, can you take the charms down, before Dumbledore comes. Ron, we told Dumbledore and the other professors that we don't know what brought on your attack, that we were just discussing Hogsmeade and families when you started to have trouble breathing."
Hermione nodded. "Ron, I think it would be best if you tell Dumbledore that the reasons are personal and that you don't want to share them. As long as it isn't an immediate threat to your health, he can't force you to share it."
"Why can't he just pretend that he doesn't remember?"
"Because that would make Dumbledore and Madam Pomphrey worry more. A shock induced coma, followed by a bout of amnesia? No, I think it's best my way. Besides, I don't think that you'll be able to pretend that you don't know what brought on your attack, when Dumbledore questions you. Either way, be careful not to make direct eye contact."
Ron groaned. He didn't think he would be able to pull this off. "Why don't I just pretend that I am still in a coma?"
"Ron! Madam Pomphrey and Dumbledore would be able to tell if you are out of the coma or not. Don't worry, you can do this. For Harry and his family."
"For Harry, not for that greasy-git." Ron agreed.
Moony took the charms down and Harry and Hermione repeated their earlier conversation, this time with an a more aware Ron participating, as they waited for Dumbledore.
End chapter 31 awakening reflections
Upcoming: Chapter 32 playing along
Okay, not sure about Sev being OOC. Of course, you can't expect a guy to find out that his son, that was declared dead 16 years ago might still be alive and not be affected by that. And that isn't even going into the whole emotional/guilt thing about he's treated his possible child for the last 5 years. Anyways, I tried my best, of course, maybe I'll just have SS be bipolar, that could explain some things (no offense to anyone who is bipolar, since it 'runs' in my family-yours truly included).
I like Ron's reaction, that righteous indignation on Harry's behalf…Overall he's okay with it, but he can't quite say 'Snape is your father",
So, what do you think should happen on Halloween (time wise in story we are at the beginning of October)?
Nothing-just feast
Harry/Snape brew potion
Harry/Snape happy bonding moment
Harry/Snape fight
Voldemort/DE attempt to kidnap HP
V/DE attack (Hogwarts? Ministry? Hogsmeade? Muggle London? ??)
Other??????
1/02/2005