CHAPTER 12

I awoke in the morning to find myself in Harry's arms, except our positions had changed since I had fallen asleep. Now I was laying down almost on top of Harry.

I looked up to find that he was already awake.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, not moving from where I was.

"I was watching you sleep."

I looked at my watch. "Oh snap, it's 9:15, we got to go!" I hopped up and realized my boyfriend was not moving.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting back down.

"What if your mother or your friends don't like me?"

I looked at him, not believing what I was hearing. "Babe, don't worry about it. I love you, that's all that will matter to them," I smiled down and took his hand, "And I know for a fact that Isabella is dying to meet you. Don't worry babe, they'll all love you, I promise."

He looked convinced and got up, "Well, we don't want to be late. Let's go," he smiled.

"Besides, anyone who doesn't like you, that's their problem, 'cuz they'll have to deal with me," I laughed.

We walked, hand in hand to the Gryffindor common room. When we got there we found that Ron and Hermione had already left. We decided to tell them when we got back from the break, prefering to do it in person. Once we had gotten our bags we ran to the Apparation Point and got to my house just at 9:30.

I heard my mom scream when we Apparated into the living room. Then I felt the air squeezed out of me as Isabella jumped at me, followed by my mother and then Jake.

Then everybody seemed to get quiet as they realized Harry had Apparated with me. Well, everybody except Isabella, who blurted, "You're Harry Potter!"

"Really Issa, I never would have known that if you hadn't told me," I said sarcastically. "I told you you should have Apparated with me into my bedroom and I could come down and tell everybody about you first," I whispered to Harry then turned back to everyone else and laced my fingers through Harry's, "Harry and I are dating, now."

Isabella screamed and jumped, not on me this time, but on Harry. I pried Isabella off Harry, who was a light shade of blue and said, under my breath, to Harry, "I think she likes you."

"Well, if you don't mind, Harry and I are going into the kitchen now," I said pulling my boyfriend away after he shook Jake's hand.

"That wasn't as bad as you said it would be," Harry said once we got into the kitchen.

"No, it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I had to get you away before it got worse," I got plates for Harry and I and served him a lot first, then dished up huge amounts of my mothers good cooking for myself.

"This is very good," Harry said trying everything.

All I could do was nod as I took a bite of food. I ate in silence, savoring every bite. So did Harry. When we finished eating we got up and I led him to the living room by pulling his hand.

We found our trunks in the living room and I decided to show him my room.

"Wow, your room is clean," Harry said, setting his trunk down.

"That's because I cleaned it before I went to school this year. If I'm never here I can never mess it up," I said, setting my own trunk down and sitting on my bed.

I watched him look around and motioned for him to come sit next to me. He sat down, still examining my room. I decided to get his attention and kissed him.

It worked, but as we were kissing Isabella walked in. "Oh sorry, I just wanted to tell you, Amy, Ronnie is here. Did you want me to make him leave?"

"I'll go do it," Harry said, standing up.

"No," I stood, "I can do it, I'll be back babe. Isabella, you keep him occupied," I said, leaving the room.

I ran down the stairs, anxiously wanting to get back to Harry, and nearly ran into Ronnie.

"Oh hey Ronnie, what do you need?" I asked.

"Oh I was just wondering if I could talk to you. Privately?" he made it sound like a question, so I nodded and he followed me outside. I had barely shut the front door when he started talking.

"Amy, will you go out with me?"

I tried to look shocked and not laugh, "I'm sorry Ronnie," I turned as I heard the door open and Harry came out.

'Were you listening at the door with Extendable Ears?' I asked him sternly, with my back still to Ronnie.

He ignored the question and when I turned around he put his arms around me from behind.

I nearly laughed when I saw the look of jealousy and confused anger on Ronnie's face, but I kept my face apologetic.

"I'm sorry Ronnie, but this is my boyfriend, Harry," I said and watched him turn away dejectedly.

Once Ronnie was gone I turned and hit Harry's arm, "Did you have to do that? I could have taken care of it," I walked into the house thoroughly annoyed.

I hurried up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door behind me. I really hated being mad at Harry, but I wanted to deal with Ronnie on my own. I didn't need Harry to be jealous at that moment. The pain with being mad at Harry wrenched my insides. It was horrible and I hated it, but I couldn't help it.

He came in a few minutes later and I turned my back to him. He came up right behind me, but I stared determinedly out the window. He put a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off and turned to leave the room. He grabbed my arm, holding me back.

I uttered one word, "Don't," and tried to get my arm out of his grip. It didn't hurt, but he ghad a deathgrip on my arm; he wasn't letting go.

"Amy, I'm sorry," he said and he looked it, but that didn't make it any better, "I was being a jealous prat and you were right. I was listening with the Extendable Ears." When I just stood there, still angry, he continued, "I couldn't help it. I love you and that's just going to make me jealous sometimes. I'm sorry, I really am. Pease forgive me," he said, looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. I just couldn't help it, I had to forgive him.

I sighed, "Alright, I guess you're right. I probably would have done the same thing, were I in your shoes. But remember I love you too, nobody's gonna change that," I said and I kissed him. "Just try not to be too big of a prat when I talk to other guys. It is gonna happen," I said smiling.

He just rolled his eyes, "Not if I can help it," he muttered under his breath as we walked down the stairs. When we found my mom, Isabella and Jake in the living room I realized I had yet to see my step-father.

"Hey Mum, where's Richard?" I asked her.

She seemed fazed, but her voice didn't show it, "Oh, we're getting a divorce," she said it as if it was no big deal, but I felt my jaw drop.

"And you wait for now to tell me this why?" I asked.

"Hey Harry, why don't we go check out the pool in the backyard," said Isabella sensing that this was goind to be a mother daughter thing.

Harry nodded and followed her and Jake out of the living room.

"Well, dear, we just decided that we wern't made to be together. That, and he decided to cheat on me."

"Mummy, I'm so sorry," I walked over and hugged her.

"Don't you worry about me dear. I'll be quite alright," she said, patting my back.

"Well then Mum, I have to ask, who's my real father? Don't give me all this 'Your father is dead, 'cuz I know he's not. I can feel it," I sat down.

She sighed, "Yes you are quite right, your father is alive. I knew I'd have to tell you sooner or later, but I was hoping it could wait until you left Hogwarts."

"Why?"

"Because, your father is Severus Snape."

My jaw dropped again, "Are you serious? Please tell me you are joking." when she didn't respond I knew she was serious, "How did you meet him?"

She sighed and hesitated before responding, "We went to Hogwarts at the same time. We fell in love. True love, Dumbledore called it, It also had another name, but I forget what it was."

"Amour Vrai," I muttered, but she didn't hear me so she went on.

"Well, my father didn't like it at all so he immediately sever all ties I had with the wizarding world after I left school. But there was one link from me to magic that he couldn't get rid of, you. That is why I had to leave your stepfather when he wanted me to take you out of Hogwarts, just because you were dating someone. He's ashamed of your magic, like my father was, and I just wouldn't let him stamp it out of you," she paused as something seemed to come to her attention, "How do you know who he is?"

"He is my Potions master. Mum, do you still think about him?" I inquired.

"Everyday dear, I think about him and what might have been." she stared of dreamily.

"Mum, do you still love him?"

"Yes dear and I believe I always will. That's why I was never truly in love with your stepfather."

I was silent for a few moments before I realized that I had let Isabella and Jake take off with Harry.

"Well, I'm going to go save my boyfriend now Mum."

She laughed as I walked down the hall. I found them talking and just stood there watching for a moment, glad that they all got along.

It was only a matter of minutes before Harry noticed that I was there and motioned for me to come sit with him.

"It's hot out here," I said once I said down, "Anyone feel like swimming?"

We all agreed and went to get our suits. I got my bikini out of my dresser and almost started changing, but I remembered Harry was in my room and I made him leave. He didn't have swim trunks, so Jake let him borrow a pair.

Once we all met by the pool Isabella, Jake and I all got right in, but Harry was slowly getting used to the water. So I decided to help him get used to it by doing a cannonball and splashing him. As a result he splashed me back. This went on until I splashed Isabella, then we all got into it.

We splashed and swam around for hours. At dusk Isabella and Jake had to leave.

"So, what do you think of my friends?" I asked, taking a break in the laps Harry and I were swimming.

"I like them."

"Good.Oh my gosh," I said remembering what my mother told me.

"What?" he asked curiously as he swam closer to me.

"I found out wh the other couple who had Amour Vrai was," I replied and when he asked who I answered, "My mother and our Potions master."

His jaw dropped just like mine had. He was speechless for an instant, but quickly found his voice, "I thought your mother was a muggle."

"I know me too," then I repeated the whole story that my mother had told me. His mouth was wide open when I finished. I had to reach over and close it.

Once we had finished talking about that subject we raced for a while, then just swam laps. It was midnight by the time my mother had actually forced us out of the pool.

I was standing there, freezing, with my towel wrapped around me. He put his arm around me as we walked into the house.

'Hey, did I tell you that you look damn sexy in that bikini?' he thought with a mischevious look on his face.

'You know, if I didn't know better Harry James Potter, I'd swear you were trying to butter me up.'

'I just might be, you never know,' he replied.

I closed the door to my bedroom and locked it and one thing led to another.