Oh My God
Harry carried Izzy out of the hall.
"So now everyone think you're our biological son," said Harry.
"Is that bad?" Izzy asked.
"No," Harry smiled.
"Will I be able to take your bed" Amy asked.
"Yes."
"Where will you sleep?" Amy asked him confused.
"In my bed."
"But I... Oh," she said and grinned.
"Could be something, eh?" Harry said.
"Certainly."
Snape came stalking towards the three of them.
"A word Potter!" he said.
Harry followed the Professor confused after handing over Izzy to Amy.
Snape led him to his office and sat down behind the desk.
"Sit Potter."
Harry did. His eyes never left Snape. Not that he wanted to look around the slimy office anyway. It wasn't nice in there. It was dark, cold and slimy, and greasy.
"Potter..."
Snape said no more. Harry didn't like the silence so he spoke.
"You kept your promise," he said.
"What... Promise?" Snape asked.
"You took 50 points."
"No I didn't."
"Then why did we lay on –50?"
"Four third years pranked six first years."
"Okey... So..." Harry narrowed his eyes. Snape raised an eyebrow. His trademark.
"So what, Potter?"
"Why am I here?"
Snape smirked. It didn't look good. Harry could smell trouble.
"Who's Izzy?" he asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"We got the impression that he was your cousin?"
"That's what we said, yes."
"Of course! You lied! The famous Harry Potter has a child? That would be the end of the golden boy and you knew it! That's why you hide it, didn't you?" Snape snarled.
"You've been watching me all summer. Tell me, did you ever see Izzy?"
"That's not the point!"
"Afraid to admit that your spy skill's are getting rosty? Because you now know that Izzy were right under your nose and you never once noticed! But the point is, this summer you've realised that I am nothing like you thought I was and here you are denying it and you accuse me for hiding my son? Why don't you admit it?" he said quickly.
He better confuse Snape and make him lost before he was attacked with bothersome questions.
"Because it isn't true!"
"What's not true?"
"What you said!"
"What did I say?"
"I... you..." Snape stopped and glared.
Harry smirked.
"You admit that I'm nothing like you thought?"
Snape seemed to fight himself.
"I-you may be a little different. But not much!" he said in a hurry. His eyes flickered over to the door.
That's a new side of Snape, he thought.
"Why didn't you take 50 points from me?" he asked.
Snape seemed uncomftyable.
"That's non of your business!"
"Listen up you cruel fuck, it's very much my fucking business!" he said.
Snape was taken a back. Harry went from calm to raged in four seconds.
"Honestly Potter. Calm your self!"
Harry blinked. That was so un-snape-ish! And no points was taken away.
"Who are you and what have you done with my potion professor?" he joked.
"I'm hardly yours for a start."
"Don't slither away from the subject. Why didn't you take points?"
"I didn't because Minerva would have gone lunatic and asked me why and I didn't want the shame that you kissed me..."
"On your cheek professor, remember, cheek only!" he said.
"Of course."
"Good. I'll be going now." He stood up.
"Whoopi-di-do! Not so fast Potter. We're not finished yet. You can't do a Slytherin move with the head of house!"
"Pray tell... what's left?" he asked and used one of Snape's usual praising.
Harry crossed his arms.
"Occlymency!" said Snape simply.
"Oh shit!" How could one word change everything?
Snape smirked.
"That's a way to put it. Friday, my office."
"I'll be there," he said shortly.
Or maybe I won't, he thought.
"Amy I need to talk to you..."
"Okey. Izzy, why don't you go to Ron?"
"Alright mum!"
"Follow me honey," he said to Amy.
Harry led her to an empty classroom.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Remember the plan I told you about?"
"Yes but..."
"I'm switching tonight. You'll have to take Izzy and leave. I'll meet you in LA."
"Alright. I love you."
"I love you too."