I suggest everyone goes and reads the chapter 9 to refresh memories. Enjoy :)

Chapter 10

Promptly at nine o'clock, Harry left the comfort of the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley going straight through to the other end where Gringotts was. Walking down Diagon Alley he was feeling more and more nervous about his going into the vault that would answer so many of his questions. As he was about to enter the bank, Bill Weasley greeted him on his way to work in the bank. After a few minutes chit-chat, Harry made his escape through the doors and right up to the Goblin sitting behind a high desk at the other end of the room.

"Hem Hem, Excuse me sir, I'd like to access my vaults please."

"Name?"

'As if he doesn't know already!' Harry thought. "Alexis Snape"

"And does Mr Harry Potter have his key?"

Quickly rummaging through his pockets, after pulling out of one of Dumbledore's chocolate frog cards he produced the key to the vault his mother left him, "Here it is. I'd also like to withdraw from another vault of mine. I have the key here too and I'd like to talk to someone about accessing my money in America, and some other small matters. Would that be possible?"

"I'm sure the manager will be able to speak to you after you have been to your vaults Mr Potter. Griphook, take Mr Potter here to his vaults. Here are the keys." Griphook walks slowly towards the underground entrance, however Harry is standing there in shock. After all he didn't think he was right! "Sorry, but how did you know who I am?"

"We goblins know these things sir. After all, if we didn't security around here would be ghastly atrocious, and Gringotts wouldn't be the safest bank in the world." The Goblin nodded at Harry, effectively ending the conversation and Harry nodded back and then hurried over to Griphook.

After a long thrilling ride on the Gringotts roller coaster, Harry arrived at his personal vault. Griphook opened the door as only goblins can. As usual Harry was amazed at the piles of money there, it seemed as though he'd never taken any money out, there was no dent! "Excuse me, how much is there in here?"

"At current count Mr Potter there is 400,000,000,000 galleons here." 'WTF?' thought Harry. "Woah." Said Harry. 'That's a lot!' After scooping out a bag full of Galleons Harry said to Griphook, "Could we please go to my next vault please?"

"Certainly Mr Potter. Follow me."After a shorter ride in the cart, they got out in front of another vault. "This is the other vault sir."

After entering, Harry noticed that it was a very tiny vault with a door at the other end. Not knowing what the door was for he asked Griphook. "Sorry, but my vault's empty. What is the door opposite for?"

"This isn't your vault sir, just the entrance. By that door is a retina scanner you must go up to it and let it scan one of your eyeballs, then the door will open and that is where the contents to your vault is."

Harry slowly walked up to the scanner, put his eye up to what looked like a door spy hole, a red laser shot out of it and went across his eye. The door swung open leaving Harry to gaze in wonder at the sight before him.

Just at that moment, Snape was in his living room, seated on the couch when he remembered the letter in his pocket. After getting a large fire whiskey he settled down to read the contents.

Professor Snape,

By now you have most likely realised that what you saw was the truth.

I realise that you have lived with my disappearance and death for a long time now. However, on seeing your reaction to only part of what I found out about myself when I went back in time I can only think that you have suffered enough pain in your life without my adding more, which as trouble seems to follow me is quite likely. So I am transferring to another school in another country. All I can ask is that you do not try to follow or contact me. Once every year I shall owl you to see if you still feel the same way.

I received a letter from Marcia Black, my mother two days ago. Only because of her wishes am I writing this and promising to owl you once a year.

In the rest of this letter, I shall share some of my memories with you to displace your theory that I am a spoilt brat who can do no wrong and get away with murder. My parents in this shall refer to Lily and James Potter as until recently that is what I had been led to believe. Hagrid can verify part of this, as he was present for part of it.

My bedroom for ten years was a dark cupboard underneath the stairs in my relatives' house. Ever since I was old enough, which is about four, I have done the household chores for my aunt and uncle. I guess you could liken me to a house elf. If I did or said something wrong, I was punished. In the early years punishments meant being locked in my cupboard with no food for a week. However as I grew older and my magic got wilder the punishments became more aggressive. A beating here and there, at first with just my uncle's feet and fists and then moving up to belts, ropes along with his feet and fists and the food deprivation for longer periods. This has continued until the present day, however I do not want either your pity or your sympathy. My other main use in the Dursely house was to be the resident punch bag for my whale of a cousin Dudley. All my clothes are his cast-offs even though they are all at least three sizes too big for me. I never had any friends before I came to Hogwarts because everyone was too scared of my cousin to befriend me.

Then on my eleventh birthday, my life changed for both the better and the worse. All my life I had that magic was non-existent and that my parents had dies in a car crash, which is were I got my scar from. That is until a half-giant by the name of Hagrid came along with my Hogwarts letter. He told me that I am a wizard. My uncle said that I was not going to learn magic and then my aunt let slip that my parents actually got themselves blown up because of their freakiness. Imagine, Harry Potter, not knowing his own story.

Hagrid took me to get all my stuff for Hogwarts and he gave me my first ever present. An owl I named Hedwig. He made me realise that I wasn't a poor orphan that no one cared about but a famous child. Famous for something no one wants, the death of his or her parents. I never asked for my fame and I would give it away in a second.

You may have noticed that I spend all the holidays I can at school. This is because I would have to go back to the Durselys and I hate them, just as much as they hate me. I do not wish to bore you with my simple life but I would rather spend all my time at school and two months with my aunt and uncle than spend time with someone who does not care for me.

I have grown up being led to believe that magic is wrong and that I am a freak because I can do magic. After years of both mental and physical abuse there is no choice but to believe it. Even in our world I am a freak. I do not know if you know of the prophecy between Voldemort and myself. If you don't I suggest you ask the headmaster. That's enough of the self-pity filled abused life I have led. You can choose to believe or not.

Thankfully now that the Durselys are no longer my blood relatives I shall NEVER go back there and if the headmaster wishes it he can go f himself. With the money left to me by the Potters and my mother I am going to continue my continue my education and buy myself some property. Unplottable of course so that no one can visit me unexpectedly, not that you would after all your feelings towards me have always been crystal clear.

I shall be spending all my holidays with some distant relatives. I suggest that you leave me alone so that I can rid the world of Voldemort. Once that is done, it is likely that I shall not be here, so I shall leave my last will and testament with Remus Lupin as he has always been like a father to me.

I hope that you can believe the truth when you read it and I suggest you wash your hair as it is always very greasy.

The boy-who-lived-to-torment-you,

Harry Potter,

a.k.a. Alexis Snape.

After reading this Severus was very emotional, he was both sad at what his son had gone through and angry with what the Durselys inflicted upon him. He knew that Alexis was telling the truth. Curious at what the full prophecy said he decided that an impromptu visit to Dumbledore's office would be in order.

knock knock

"Enter Severus" Severus entered the headmaster's office. "Would you care for a cup of tea and a lemon drop?"

"Thank you Albus a cup of tea would be lovely but I must talk to you about some things."

The headmaster conjured two cups of tea and helped himself to a lemon drop. After giving his potions professor his cup of tea, he said, "Now my dear boy what do you wish to talk about?"

"I'd like to know what the full prophecy about Harry and the Dark Lord contains."

"Hmm, and may I ask why you are making this request?"

"Well Albus that will not be the only request I make today, but I just read a letter from Harry and he told me to ask you what the prophecy contained if I didn't know."

"Well, as Harry has asked I shall tell you, it is,

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

"My god, are you saying that my son has to either kill or be killed?"

"Yes, I am Severus. Harry is the only one who can kill Voldemort, and while they both live Harry shall suffer with his scar and his dreams."

"You know he doesn't expect to live after the last battle don't you?"

"No, I did not, but where Harry is concerned that sounds logical for him. Was there anything else you wanted Severus after all as you know Harry left today and I want to make sure he is okay, before I attend lunch."

"Actually yes, there is Albus, I would like you to tell me where Harry's going and how he's getting there."

"Well, you know that I can not tell you the name of the school Harry is going to. But I believe he is going to New York's JFK airport and then getting other transport to his new school. He is travelling by muggle plane, as he wanted to sort his head out before he got there. Apart from that there is nothing more I can tell you."

"Thank you for telling me Albus."

"May I ask why you wanted to know that Severus?"

"Yes Albus, I need to know so that I can get by son back and drag his annoying butt back here, before he makes one of the biggest mistakes of his life."

During this time, Harry had got the pensieve and diary out of his mother's vault, spoken to Gringotts manager and gotten to Heathrow where he was currently buying a plane ticket for the next flight out. "That'll be 800 pounds please sir for the next flight to New York travelling first-class."

"Here you are. Thank you very much."

"The flight is leaving is five minutes from gate 15. Have a nice trip."

Harry walked through security to gate 15 just in time to make the last boarding call, walked on and found his seat. He now had more than enough time to think all though his mother's memories were going to have to wait awhile

END OF CHP

Again i'm really sorry for the delay i've been more of a reader than a writer and i've been swamped with work. I never realised how hard AS was gonna be! Holidays start this week so hopefully i'll be able to write more of this and my other fics. Chantale