My Father My Foe

by LyknScribe

What would you do if you are famous,happy and in love then on your graduation day you find out your dad..isn't who you thought he was THE SPARKS WILL FLY HPandDM

3. Paintings and their Points

On A note by the author

This story was started in 03, I stumbled across it today, I re edited my first two chapters and three years later the story continues….

Thank you

Fic Name: My Father My Foe

Fic Rating: M

Ch.3

Ch. Title: Lies, they have to be

Ch. Rating: T-M

Pairing: Seen- HP/DM , Mentioned- SS/LEP

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Severus gave Dumbledore a less than thrilled glare as he gingerly touched the back of his hand to the point on his lip that still bled. He thought to some morbid amusement that the ring that had cut his lip was probably that damned potter crest. Go figure.

"Headmaster, The boy had to be told."

"I'm not arguing that Severus, but do you think this was the best time for it? I understand the boy's awareness to his parentage is important to you Severus-"

"I didn't do this for the boy. I could care less about him."

That statement earned him an amused look over half moon spectacles, which Severus calmly ignored. The look remained a constant until Severus felt like the school boy with the dunce cap on with a teacher waiting on an answer -- and tapping a ruler.

"Honestly. I did it for Lily. It was the last thing she asked of me, to lay the least, I owed her that much."

Severus' tone was a defeated one and Dumbledore padded his arm in that cheery. Severus couldn't help but give him a 'that does not fix things' look. To which Dumbledore smiled and reached into his robes, pulling out a small black coin purse. He opened the purse and extended it toward Severus.

"Lemon Drop?"

Severus couldn't help but give into the insanity of the moment and smile taking a lemon drop. He tilted the candy toward him as if he were toasting the catastrophe.

"Thank you."

Was all Severus said before walking back into the classroom and tossing the candy into his mouth. Dumbledore smiled once more as he turned to leave.

"I say! Did that student just strike the Professor?" Asked a snooty looking gentleman in a painting of 17 Century England.

Dumbledore looked up and responded cheerfully, "Oh yes, He did indeed."

The painting for a moment seemed concerned then took off his hat and placed it on his heart and tearfully responded, "Oi, if only me ol' mum should have lived to see this day."

Dumbledore only chuckled as he made his way once more down the hall toward his office poping another three lemon drops into his mouth.

Upon reaching the door with a smile he spoke,

"Lemon Drop."

Well?