Silver's POV

As I heard the door close behind us, I knew there was going to be hell to pay. I didn't even want to attempt starting the conversation about Harry because I knew it wouldn't go well and Severus wouldn't even listen to me. I sat down on the couch in my sitting room before looking up at him. He didn't look even slightly phased by the information that I was teaching Potter, but I knew better.

"Are you going to start Severus, or am I?" I shouldn't have asked the question, I knew before I started speaking that the answer wouldn't be good. He slowly sat down across from me in a chair. If it was any consolation, he did look a little less pissed off than before.

"Let's just get this out of the way, you will not teach him by yourself, regardless of the reason. However, if he is in need of extra tutelage, I'm sure that Kitty could take care of any extra help he may need."

"But it's my class Severus-" He cut me off before I even got a chance to try anything.

"Defense is her class, not yours. You took my place Silvia, potions, nothing else."

"Not according to Harry, he told me you gave him extra lessons, why is it so different with me?" This had always been a subject of discussion, why am I different than you, and his reply would always be the same.

"Silvia, you know that just until recently you had problems with your own abilities, you are in no condition to be teaching another person how to strengthen theirs." He did have a point, and I knew it, but what struck me as even more odd was that he wasn't getting angry.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, he was way too calm to be normal.

"Every single time I see you, you're doing something that you shouldn't be, so, just this once, listen to me without question." He was completely serious as he stood and walked to stand in front of the fireplace.

"Look Severus, I know that you're worried about me, but I'm a lot better now and nothing bad is going to happen, I've gone over a year without having an accident."

"The Order can not afford to have you around Potter at all times, there may be one little slip up where neither of you could do anything. You can not teach him."

I stood and walked to the other side of the fireplace. I didn't know what to say, he really didn't want me to teach Harry, and regardless of how much I begged, I knew he wouldn't let me. I looked at him, he was getting old, not too old that he was anywhere near loosing any magical abilities, but just worn at the edges. He really wanted this, but he only looked at me twice if he wanted something.

"Severus, I'm sorry, but I always do as you ask. I think this once I'm going to do as I want; and I want to teach him, it's fun and he catches on very quickly. Plus, he's going to need all the extra help he can get when facing the Dark Lord so I won't sto-"

"Then I will be required to take my position back."

"But Severus, you can't, the Order needs you to help them, that was the original reason that you wanted us here."

"I asked if Kitty could work here, you just happened to come along to take my place." He was getting very cold again; it was always like this.

"So, I should just go back to Mother? That's a brilliant idea."

"What do you have against your mother and I? We have always taken care of you." I started laughing, it was one of the only times I had laughed in front of my father. "What do you find so humorous?"

"You wouldn't understand, and even if I tell you, you wouldn't listen." I stated. He grabbed my wrist and sat me back on the couch before sitting next to me.

"Try me." He wanted to listen? He never wanted to listen.

"I'm sorry Severus, I'm very tired, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of my room."

"Silvia-"

"Now."

"Silvia Iris Lasieniga Vortex Electra Rosalita Snape. You wonder why we can never talk, it's because you always push me away when I'm ready to talk."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I'm not going to bother. Good night Severus." I stood up and walked to my bedroom.

Closing the door behind me I took a deep breath and felt tears starting to slide down my face. I changed and climbed into bed, I knew he would never believe me even if I told him the truth. Mother was his angel, she couldn't do anything wrong, and he would just say to suck it up about Kitty.

Maybe he wasn't happy with me, and maybe we couldn't talk like other families, but he was still my father and there was nothing I could do to change that. Not that I would even if I had the chance. He may be a horrid father, but this was the first time in my entire memory that I could remember him even trying to understand me. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up…but what if he would listen?