A/N Holy shit this has been updated O.o I scared myself just a little bit….I probably scared one or two of you people too….Any ways you can kill me if you want .
I AM SOOOOO SORRY FOR THE DELAY
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Rating—PG – 13 as always.
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Chapter 8
Beginning to walk EDITED
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Call of the night
I hate and crave the sound of the lark
That brings about the end of the dark
I can't understand that without fail
I await the cry of the nightingale
As the sun goes down, the shadows awake
To begin the dance that each night they make
We do not know what they hold in their lies
Not knowing if they're truthful in what we realize
I watch my silhouette move across the wall
But how can I know if it's me at all
A friend it is, under light of day
But with the power of night- even friends betray
I can't help but believe ignorance is bliss
But I'd rather be oblivious then to have to face this
This dark compelling world which we all can call home
Where our bodies are battered, but our spirits may roam
I'd rather see this world as a place to find peace
Some place I can go when I must find release
Because I don't want to see what is really here
That it's actually a place that is based upon fear
Where evil walks freely, not needing to hide
Where it takes rule since the good has died
It's a solitary kingdom which purpose is pain
Where we can never get out and must live with strain
But there is one consolation from which all hope is from
That the dark will not last- that the dawn will come
But why do I wait for the nightingale?
If evilness is all that will ever hail
It must be because that after dark is through
The day finally has the chance to begin anew.
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The morning dawned early, to which caused one Severus Snape to dawn early. Ever since he was a child he had taught himself to get up as soon as the sun rose. It was a good skill during school years because of the fact that in Slytherin you had to depend on yourself, if you didn't wake up on your own you were in trouble. Alas, that's how all Slytherins were, and still are. Counting on others often will destroy you. Right off the bat he was alert and ready to start, standing up he heard his bones crack, and his muscles whine. Severus quickly preformed his morning ritual of showering, dressing, and primping.
Last night he had told Harry that he was his father…he had gotten a strange sense of relief from it. He maybe should have spent some time with him afterwards but the whole swamp of feeling he got from his confession overwhelmed him. Sending his son off with the two idiots was probably the best he could do at the time.
Truthfully, he was extremely grateful to the two 'idiots', Remus wasn't so much of an idiot however, more of a menace. No matter what he thought of them though, they did seem to do Harry good. They were able to let themselves go and be free in a sense. They could go back to the age of children, which was something he doubted he could ever accomplish. But he was Harry's father, not his friend- he would leave that role up to Remus and Sirius. Better they be good for something.
Finishing up with all that he usually did, he slipped on his robe over his underclothes. He loved his cloaks, many people thought that he charmed them to span out around him when he walked around, but that was untrue. The way his robes billowed was an art, a seemingly useless art, but an art with a hidden agenda. Intimidation was a key in their society, especially when no one liked you. If you aren't to be respected because of fondness- then it might as well be because of fear. All Slytherins were taught this, they were the bane of the society and would not be liked, but they still needed to be respected. Intimidation was the key. The way Severus held himself commanded respect, he knew he was better and so he held him self as such.
Snape walked into his common room, hastily checking the area out of his immediate paranoia. Sensing nothing wrong he walked on towards Harry's room.
His son had some how ended up sprawled at the end of his bed some time in the night. The hair was a cropped mess spread all around, and the sheets were tangled in the mess of limbs. Lips quirked slightly at the sight, but Severus made no outside movement. Leaving the boy to sleep, the graduated Slytherin went down to his office to check around at his potions.
All was peaceful around the area; he had learned at a young age that even if the potion needs twenty four hours to sit and heat, you are to never leave a potion unattended. It never turned out well, for any one.
Deciding that he might has well begin the dreamless sleep potion for Madam Pomfrey- students were always so troublesome, getting into trouble constantly. Opening the cupboard looking around for Hellebore, he saw that there was none. This irked him some because that was the main ingredient in the potion. It was the sedative that would calm the drinker immediately to sleep, for the other effects of the potion to work. He gave off an annoyed look, glaring at his cupboard as if it was their fault he forgot to buy a restock of the ingredient last time he went to town.
Thinking dejectedly that he would have to buy the Hellebore as soon as he could, or Poppy would have his head for not having the potions done.
This would be a good opportunity to show Harry the wizardry world. Thinking up the full plan of all the little technicalities he decided that he should wake Harry up now so that they could get this over with.
Walking in to Harry's room he found the child still asleep, and in yet a new position. This time on the floor, with the blankets covering him. Briefly he wondered how the boy moved around this much when previously he was stuck in a cupboard. But he quickly stopped that train of thought as he was simply getting himself angry at the Dursleys all over again. Personally he couldn't wait for the trial.
Walking up to Harry he gently sat him strait up, and began to gently shake him as to prod him awake. The child in his arms moaned slightly before his eyes shot open. They had fear in them, and the little one began to shake. Severus had suspected something like this so he simply held the child closer, until the moment passed. Harry looked at his father and slowly registered who had woken him, he calmed down.
"Harry," Severus began slowly to the boy, "I need to go into town today for some supplies, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me. If anything so that you could just see what Diagon Alley is like."
Harry looked to have thought about it for a moment before he spoke up- albeit quietly.
"If…if it's okay?" He seemed to question more then answer him.
"Of course Harry, that is why I asked. It is up to you, you needn't ask me." Severus tried to explain this all very slowly to the child.
Harry relaxed at the soothing words.
"Come along then, we really should get you cleaned up before we even think about leaving." Gently he set Harry on his feet and led him towards the bathroom.
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A/N; I'm not sure what I should write for the whole 'getting ready' phases, but I'm sure you can manage ;;
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Severus held Harry's hand tightly as they walked along the cobblestone street of Diagon Alley- it had taken quite a bit of prodding on Snapes part to simply get Harry to touch the portkey, but finally they were here. They were walking towards the Apothecary, Harry's eyes were wide and he kept almost walking into walls, as he got distracted. Severus had almost lost him completely when he had to enter Diagon Alley, and Harry wanted to wander off to look around the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry had never seen anything like this- he was completely amazed by everything, but he had found himself amazed quite a bit lately. There were so many strange people and places, he had found himself staring a lot.
Finally after walking for a while, Harry and his…father stopped at an old run down store. It was built in brick and even those were beginning to fall apart. Also, the building itself sent off a rather foul sent, of mixed herbs and other rotten like items.
"This is it Harry, please keep close to me- it wouldn't be well for you to wander off while we are here. Many of the things here are dangerous." Severus knew that he might be scaring Harry a bit, but rather that then be ignorant to what was inside.
Both of them entered, Harry keeping a close profile to his father's leg.
Soon after they entered they were approached by an elderly looking man who looked as if he hadn't seen the sun in many years. He had hair that looked to have once been blonde, and glassy brown eyes, his clothes though not in bad condition looked quite dirty.
"Can I help you Mr. Snape?" His voice was dispatched and croaky, he frightened Harry some what.
"Yes, I will need enough Hellebore to last the whole year- know the fact that I will be making quite a bit of sleeping potions. Be quick if you will." Severus held a commanding tone that he usually would use with his students. The owner simply gave a small smirk and a nod, then walked slowly away.
"Next week Harry we should probably go shopping to buy you some clothes, or maybe a few books." Severus said trying to calm the boy, then he had another thought, "Do you have any questions about this place? I know that the mut- I mean Padfoot and Mooney told you that magic was real- but I am not sure how much they told you."
"They…they just said that I shouldn't listen to Uncle Vernon, because he was wrong and magic was real, and that Hogwarts was a school, and…." Harry began to trail off muttering little things that Sirius and Remus had told him. He was tugging lightly on his shirt and was staring intently at the floor. Severus was a little miffed that that was all the two morons had told him, they left all the hard stuff to him.
"Here you go Mr. Snape that will be 60 galleons, the potions are already shrunk for you." It seemed the Apothecary's owner had come back holding a small package in his hand.
Snape quickly paid the man, and then dragged Harry out of the dingy store. When they came outside he once again asked his son if he had any questions.
"No…" Harry said this extremely quietly, making Severus frown. Any child would have hundreds of questions, what was wrong with his son?
"Are you sure?"
"But…I shou….Uncle Vernon always said…" The little child was almost in a panic as he debated with his self whether he should ask anything or not. He was battling with what he had always been taught- and what he was now living in. He saw this man as some one he should trust, but his little childish mind could not forget past offenses.
Snape sighed trying to hold back his anger, knowing that Harry would think it directed at him, but he was seething towards the Dursleys. Again wanting nothing more then to go over there and practice the spells that he had learned as a death eater. Deciding quickly that he should get the child home so that he could show him some light magic, and try and motivate him to ask more questions.
"Come on, let's get you home." Gently he picked up the little boy who still looked in frenzy. He cuddled him to his chest and began to stroke his hair as he began to walk back towards the exit.
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A/N Again SORRY for the delay ;; this chapter didn't go how I wanted but I have had a long line of writers block and I wanted to get a chapter up- so any ways as always ideas for pranks and please review!
