Hi again!
Well I am very happy that no one seemed to think anyone was OOC or anything like that though there were a few people confused about the letter.
For one thing at the beginning of the story some people were under the impression that Lily wasn't going to tell anyone. Well, at first I was going to make it like that but I changed my mind and in the prologue, Lily wasn't really thinking straight so....she decided to tell James.
Also about how Lily got the info on Sev being under the Imperious, well you will find that out later.
Thanks once again to all the reviewers!!!
Disclaimer- I'm just not going to say it anymore...
Chapter five- The truth comes out....
Severus strode through the halls of the Snape Manor haughtily as he made his way downstairs for breakfast. He was in a really bad mood. He had been looking through as many books as he could on the mystery behind Potter's new appearance and hadn't found anything.
He had gotten a letter back from Albus saying that the headmaster would try to figure out what had altered the boy's appearance when he could.
That, of course wouldn't help that much considering the wizened headmaster was constantly working for the Order and the upcoming year, so Severus was stuck wasting his holiday trying to figure out what the stupid brat had done to himself.
He also had to re-teach the boy Occlumency starting tonight, which he was looking forward to about as much as he looked forward to Death Eater meetings....
Severus entered the Dining Room and noticed that Potter wasn't there.
Strange. Potter never missed a meal.....at least not when he had been with Severus that is.
Severus sneered. The boy had probably stayed up to late. Oh well, what did Severus care if Potter missed a meal? It wasn't like he was going to starve, besides it was the boy's responsibility to discipline himself to get up at the appropriate time to eat.
Severus filled his plate and started to eat, as he was finishing up, Harry finally made his appearance.
Severus looked at the boy up and down taking in the boy's appearance. Potter looked terrible, he had bags under his eyes, which were extremely bloodshot and looked paler then normal.
The raven haired boy avoided Snape's calculating gaze as he sat down at the table and started to put food on his plate.
"And just what do you think your doing Potter?" Severus said coldly. Harry flinched, still keeping his eyes on his plate and murmured, "Eating, sir..."
Severus arched an eyebrow, "Do you think you are above the rules here Potter?" he said calmly. Harry gulped, "No...I'm just.." "What did I say about being late for meals?" he snapped harshly.
Harry gulped again, still avoiding his father's eyes, burning with hatred.
"...th-that I wasn't supposed to eat if I were late, sir?" he whispered. "That's right, Potter, you will follow my rules whether you like it or not if you even want a crumb to eat, do I make myself clear?"
Harry nodded, "Yes, sir..." He reluctantly pushed the plate away.
Severus sneered, "Its time you learned some discipline Potter. You're just like your father Potter, thinking you're above everyone and that the world will follow your every whim, he never had any discipline either and look where it got him........"
A scrapping noise filled the room as Harry slid out of his chair and was out of the room before Severus could even remind the boy that Occlumency was tonight.
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Harry ran as fast as he could to his room, his lungs felt like fire when he finally collapsed into a heap on his bed, tears once again blurring his vision.
He once again found himself wondering why this had to happen to him. If only Snape knew......
Would the man still ridicule and hate him? Would he ignore it?
Harry knew that he should tell Snape that he was, well......his father. His mother wanted him to, she had said so in her letter.
Yes, he would tell Snape, but only because his mother had wanted him to, after all, he didn't expect Snape to welcome him with open arms or anything.....he wasn't even sure if he wanted him to, after all, he hated Snape and Snape hated him....end of story....
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Severus looked up as he saw Potter walk into the living room, having just finished his dinner. The boy had barely came out of his room since the little incident that had happened during breakfast.
Severus didn't know what the boy's problem was, he really didn't care, but it really annoyed him when the boy moped around just because he couldn't take an insult.
And this boy was supposed to be the savior of them all? Heh.
"I pray that you have at least attempted to try this time Potter? Or have you not learned your lesson yet?" he said coolly.
Harry shuddered slightly as he closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
"Legilimens!"
Harry braced himself as the spell hit him, but it still didn't help him as memories were soon flashing before his eyes.
He was five, on his first day of school, wearing Dudley's old hand me down clothes, he had been so excited, yet his hopes were dashed as all the children started pointing and laughing at his raggedy clothes and taped glasses....
He was twelve, watching as Dobby the House Elf jumped on his bed...
He was thirteen, fighting of the dementers to save Hermione and Sirius, his mother's scream echoing strongly in his ears...
He was at the Department of Mysteries once again on that fateful night as Sirius slowly fell into the raggedy veil, shock and fear mixed on his face.....
"NOOO!" Harry screamed and he suddenly found himself back in the living room. Harry curled up into a ball as a fresh wave of tears blurred his vision.
Snape stood there, merely watching the boy who lived sob on the floor, a mixture of disgust and displeasure written on the potion masters face.
Severus growled angrily, "Are you done Potter?" Harry sniffed and glared up at him, looking him in the face for the first time all day. "And here I was beginning to think there was some human in you professor....." the boy growled.
Severus growled angrily. 'The nerve of the brat!' he thought, his eyes flashing dangerously, "Like I said before Potter, fools display their emotions......its what makes you weak!" "No it isn't!!" Harry snapped. "Professor Dumbledore says that our emotions are our biggest weapon" he said spitefully. "Half the people that died would be alive today if it wasn't for his damn emotions boy!!" Severus hissed back with equal spite.
Harry blinked at him. Had Snape just insulted the headmaster?
"Now again, Legilimens!"
Harry didn't even have time to brace himself as the spell hit him at full force....probably due to the man's anger....
He was in his second year, Ron and Hermione were telling him that Salazar Slytherin could be his great great great grandfather....
He was in his fourth year, having just heard that Cho was going to the Yule Ball with Cedric, his heart bursting with jealousy.
He was reading the letter his mother had sent to him, his heart nearly stopping when he read the line, 'James is not your biological father'.......
"NO NO NO!" Harry screamed as he found himself in the living room once again. Harry was on all fours, panting. He couldn't believe that he had just let Snape see that.....
Severus stared at the boy's crouching form, the most recent memory playing in his mind. 'Potter isn't a Potter?!' he thought incredulously. No. That was impossible, Potter looked just like his father.......well, he used to anyway.
Severus looked at the still crouching boy up and down, he looked nothing like his 'father,' he still looked like..........Severus himself.
He had a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. No...no that couldn't be possible, it just couldn't be...............could it?
The letter that was obviously from Lily had said that James Potter wasn't the boy's father...... And Potter now looked like him, with a few minor differences that is.
Still, Severus stood stock still, frozen in thought as it all became clear. It all added up but......he had never...him and Lily had never....he never would have...she had always just been his friend.....so it was impossible........
Harry swallowed and looked up at the brooding potion master who stood completely still, a pensive expression on his face.
"Is it true Potter?" Severus whispered finally. He had to know.... Harry merely looked up at him, a frightened look on his face.
"Well is it boy?!!!" Severus yelled furiously, his self control snapping. The boy cowered.
'Please don't let it be true' Severus prayed mentally.
'Oh please God, Jesus....please don't let it be true...'
But he knew from the terrified look on the boy's face (that looked so much like his when he had been sixteen) that his suspicions had been confirmed.
He felt like he had just been doused with a bucket of cold water.
He didn't think about how it had happened, that it was impossible......just that the brat was his son.....
HIS son.........
This spoiled, arrogant, self-centered brat was his son!
His and Lily's.....
The boy-his son was looking at him now....looking at him with fear in his eyes....in HER eyes...in Lily's eyes...Lily......his friend....
Severus' mind was going a mile a minute, why hadn't he known about this? Why didn't Lily tell him? Why? This boy....Potter, was his own flesh and blood-and he hadn't even known it! He hadn't even recognized his short temper mixed with her fiery temper the boy had obviously inherited from the two of them.
He had always hated the boy...
He had always hated anyone that had a temper like his.....just like he had hated Lily at first, because her temper could match his...
"P-professor?"
Severus turned his dark eyes toward the emerald eyes of his son. Why was the boy calling him 'professor'? He was his father for goodness sakes!
But then again, at the thought of Potter calling him 'father' or 'dad' sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't thinking straight........
"P-professor a-are you alright?" Potter whispered fearfully.
"Do I bloody look alright?!!" Severus yelled at the cowering boy.
"Get Out!!" Severus ordered quietly, rubbing the place between his eyes.
"B-but Occlu-"
"I said GET OUT!!! NOW!!"
Harry frantically jumped up off the ground and ran as fast as he could, barreling through the door like a rampaging hippogriff and running to the rooms.
Harry passed by his room hurriedly and ran down the corroder to the last door, which was on the right. He pushed on the door but it didn't budge so he ran into it as the lock gave way and hurried into the room, sitting in the corner farthest away from the door, drawing his knees up to his chest. His heart was beating wildly and Harry sat there, holding his breath as he stared at the now closed door, waiting....
He breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't hear any footsteps coming for him but he stayed in his place.
Snape had the same temper as Vernon, Snape hated him like Vernon did........but would the man really hit him?! Would Snape really hit his son?!
'He still hates you..' said a voice in the back of his head. 'He doesn't care and remember how angry he looked when he figured it out?'
Harry agreed mentally with the voice, also remembering the incident with Snape's pensive....he had looked crazed almost and had bruised his arm......
Vernon had started out with a simple smack....and before that he had always pushed Harry into things....small stuff like that....
Would Snape eventually start hitting him like Vernon did? Even if he, Harry was his son...his own flesh and blood?
Harry shivered slightly as he felt tears sting his vision.
Little did he know was that a certain potion master was thinking about him as well.....but it a completely different manner of course.....
(@) Good? Bad? OOC? Am I doing okay for my first fic?
Also if you wanted to know, this is not going to be a Dumbledore bashing story.
Review Please!!
Well I am very happy that no one seemed to think anyone was OOC or anything like that though there were a few people confused about the letter.
For one thing at the beginning of the story some people were under the impression that Lily wasn't going to tell anyone. Well, at first I was going to make it like that but I changed my mind and in the prologue, Lily wasn't really thinking straight so....she decided to tell James.
Also about how Lily got the info on Sev being under the Imperious, well you will find that out later.
Thanks once again to all the reviewers!!!
Disclaimer- I'm just not going to say it anymore...
Chapter five- The truth comes out....
Severus strode through the halls of the Snape Manor haughtily as he made his way downstairs for breakfast. He was in a really bad mood. He had been looking through as many books as he could on the mystery behind Potter's new appearance and hadn't found anything.
He had gotten a letter back from Albus saying that the headmaster would try to figure out what had altered the boy's appearance when he could.
That, of course wouldn't help that much considering the wizened headmaster was constantly working for the Order and the upcoming year, so Severus was stuck wasting his holiday trying to figure out what the stupid brat had done to himself.
He also had to re-teach the boy Occlumency starting tonight, which he was looking forward to about as much as he looked forward to Death Eater meetings....
Severus entered the Dining Room and noticed that Potter wasn't there.
Strange. Potter never missed a meal.....at least not when he had been with Severus that is.
Severus sneered. The boy had probably stayed up to late. Oh well, what did Severus care if Potter missed a meal? It wasn't like he was going to starve, besides it was the boy's responsibility to discipline himself to get up at the appropriate time to eat.
Severus filled his plate and started to eat, as he was finishing up, Harry finally made his appearance.
Severus looked at the boy up and down taking in the boy's appearance. Potter looked terrible, he had bags under his eyes, which were extremely bloodshot and looked paler then normal.
The raven haired boy avoided Snape's calculating gaze as he sat down at the table and started to put food on his plate.
"And just what do you think your doing Potter?" Severus said coldly. Harry flinched, still keeping his eyes on his plate and murmured, "Eating, sir..."
Severus arched an eyebrow, "Do you think you are above the rules here Potter?" he said calmly. Harry gulped, "No...I'm just.." "What did I say about being late for meals?" he snapped harshly.
Harry gulped again, still avoiding his father's eyes, burning with hatred.
"...th-that I wasn't supposed to eat if I were late, sir?" he whispered. "That's right, Potter, you will follow my rules whether you like it or not if you even want a crumb to eat, do I make myself clear?"
Harry nodded, "Yes, sir..." He reluctantly pushed the plate away.
Severus sneered, "Its time you learned some discipline Potter. You're just like your father Potter, thinking you're above everyone and that the world will follow your every whim, he never had any discipline either and look where it got him........"
A scrapping noise filled the room as Harry slid out of his chair and was out of the room before Severus could even remind the boy that Occlumency was tonight.
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Harry ran as fast as he could to his room, his lungs felt like fire when he finally collapsed into a heap on his bed, tears once again blurring his vision.
He once again found himself wondering why this had to happen to him. If only Snape knew......
Would the man still ridicule and hate him? Would he ignore it?
Harry knew that he should tell Snape that he was, well......his father. His mother wanted him to, she had said so in her letter.
Yes, he would tell Snape, but only because his mother had wanted him to, after all, he didn't expect Snape to welcome him with open arms or anything.....he wasn't even sure if he wanted him to, after all, he hated Snape and Snape hated him....end of story....
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Severus looked up as he saw Potter walk into the living room, having just finished his dinner. The boy had barely came out of his room since the little incident that had happened during breakfast.
Severus didn't know what the boy's problem was, he really didn't care, but it really annoyed him when the boy moped around just because he couldn't take an insult.
And this boy was supposed to be the savior of them all? Heh.
"I pray that you have at least attempted to try this time Potter? Or have you not learned your lesson yet?" he said coolly.
Harry shuddered slightly as he closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
"Legilimens!"
Harry braced himself as the spell hit him, but it still didn't help him as memories were soon flashing before his eyes.
He was five, on his first day of school, wearing Dudley's old hand me down clothes, he had been so excited, yet his hopes were dashed as all the children started pointing and laughing at his raggedy clothes and taped glasses....
He was twelve, watching as Dobby the House Elf jumped on his bed...
He was thirteen, fighting of the dementers to save Hermione and Sirius, his mother's scream echoing strongly in his ears...
He was at the Department of Mysteries once again on that fateful night as Sirius slowly fell into the raggedy veil, shock and fear mixed on his face.....
"NOOO!" Harry screamed and he suddenly found himself back in the living room. Harry curled up into a ball as a fresh wave of tears blurred his vision.
Snape stood there, merely watching the boy who lived sob on the floor, a mixture of disgust and displeasure written on the potion masters face.
Severus growled angrily, "Are you done Potter?" Harry sniffed and glared up at him, looking him in the face for the first time all day. "And here I was beginning to think there was some human in you professor....." the boy growled.
Severus growled angrily. 'The nerve of the brat!' he thought, his eyes flashing dangerously, "Like I said before Potter, fools display their emotions......its what makes you weak!" "No it isn't!!" Harry snapped. "Professor Dumbledore says that our emotions are our biggest weapon" he said spitefully. "Half the people that died would be alive today if it wasn't for his damn emotions boy!!" Severus hissed back with equal spite.
Harry blinked at him. Had Snape just insulted the headmaster?
"Now again, Legilimens!"
Harry didn't even have time to brace himself as the spell hit him at full force....probably due to the man's anger....
He was in his second year, Ron and Hermione were telling him that Salazar Slytherin could be his great great great grandfather....
He was in his fourth year, having just heard that Cho was going to the Yule Ball with Cedric, his heart bursting with jealousy.
He was reading the letter his mother had sent to him, his heart nearly stopping when he read the line, 'James is not your biological father'.......
"NO NO NO!" Harry screamed as he found himself in the living room once again. Harry was on all fours, panting. He couldn't believe that he had just let Snape see that.....
Severus stared at the boy's crouching form, the most recent memory playing in his mind. 'Potter isn't a Potter?!' he thought incredulously. No. That was impossible, Potter looked just like his father.......well, he used to anyway.
Severus looked at the still crouching boy up and down, he looked nothing like his 'father,' he still looked like..........Severus himself.
He had a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. No...no that couldn't be possible, it just couldn't be...............could it?
The letter that was obviously from Lily had said that James Potter wasn't the boy's father...... And Potter now looked like him, with a few minor differences that is.
Still, Severus stood stock still, frozen in thought as it all became clear. It all added up but......he had never...him and Lily had never....he never would have...she had always just been his friend.....so it was impossible........
Harry swallowed and looked up at the brooding potion master who stood completely still, a pensive expression on his face.
"Is it true Potter?" Severus whispered finally. He had to know.... Harry merely looked up at him, a frightened look on his face.
"Well is it boy?!!!" Severus yelled furiously, his self control snapping. The boy cowered.
'Please don't let it be true' Severus prayed mentally.
'Oh please God, Jesus....please don't let it be true...'
But he knew from the terrified look on the boy's face (that looked so much like his when he had been sixteen) that his suspicions had been confirmed.
He felt like he had just been doused with a bucket of cold water.
He didn't think about how it had happened, that it was impossible......just that the brat was his son.....
HIS son.........
This spoiled, arrogant, self-centered brat was his son!
His and Lily's.....
The boy-his son was looking at him now....looking at him with fear in his eyes....in HER eyes...in Lily's eyes...Lily......his friend....
Severus' mind was going a mile a minute, why hadn't he known about this? Why didn't Lily tell him? Why? This boy....Potter, was his own flesh and blood-and he hadn't even known it! He hadn't even recognized his short temper mixed with her fiery temper the boy had obviously inherited from the two of them.
He had always hated the boy...
He had always hated anyone that had a temper like his.....just like he had hated Lily at first, because her temper could match his...
"P-professor?"
Severus turned his dark eyes toward the emerald eyes of his son. Why was the boy calling him 'professor'? He was his father for goodness sakes!
But then again, at the thought of Potter calling him 'father' or 'dad' sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't thinking straight........
"P-professor a-are you alright?" Potter whispered fearfully.
"Do I bloody look alright?!!" Severus yelled at the cowering boy.
"Get Out!!" Severus ordered quietly, rubbing the place between his eyes.
"B-but Occlu-"
"I said GET OUT!!! NOW!!"
Harry frantically jumped up off the ground and ran as fast as he could, barreling through the door like a rampaging hippogriff and running to the rooms.
Harry passed by his room hurriedly and ran down the corroder to the last door, which was on the right. He pushed on the door but it didn't budge so he ran into it as the lock gave way and hurried into the room, sitting in the corner farthest away from the door, drawing his knees up to his chest. His heart was beating wildly and Harry sat there, holding his breath as he stared at the now closed door, waiting....
He breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't hear any footsteps coming for him but he stayed in his place.
Snape had the same temper as Vernon, Snape hated him like Vernon did........but would the man really hit him?! Would Snape really hit his son?!
'He still hates you..' said a voice in the back of his head. 'He doesn't care and remember how angry he looked when he figured it out?'
Harry agreed mentally with the voice, also remembering the incident with Snape's pensive....he had looked crazed almost and had bruised his arm......
Vernon had started out with a simple smack....and before that he had always pushed Harry into things....small stuff like that....
Would Snape eventually start hitting him like Vernon did? Even if he, Harry was his son...his own flesh and blood?
Harry shivered slightly as he felt tears sting his vision.
Little did he know was that a certain potion master was thinking about him as well.....but it a completely different manner of course.....
(@) Good? Bad? OOC? Am I doing okay for my first fic?
Also if you wanted to know, this is not going to be a Dumbledore bashing story.
Review Please!!