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Chapter 3 - A Secret Come Out

"So, what do you want to do now that you got on the team, Shadow," Severus sneered the name, and Harry had to smirk.

"Hmm. You know, if I'm going to be Shadow, you have to have some sort of code name."

"No."

"How about 'negative'? Come on, think of something!"

"Why?"

"Er . . . I don't know. Just for fun."

"You should be 'annoying', not 'Shadow'."

"I'm not annoying, just persistent. Let me think. Snape. That kind of sounds like snake. How about that?"

"Stupid."

"You think everything is stupid."

"Most things are stupid. You're being stupid right now."

"I never said I wasn't. What's your word? Dunderhead?"

"You haven't quite reached dunderhead yet," Severus answered flatly.

"Whew! That's a relief. Now come on, think of something that has to do with a snake. How about Dragon?"

"No. Why do you even bother?"

"Come on, if you don't decide, I'm just going to choose one for you, whether you like it or not. Serpent? Serpentine?" Harry persisted. "I like Serpentine."

"It makes me sound . . . I don't know. No."

"Yes, I think I'll stick with Serpentine. It makes you sound like the Slytherin you are."

"I am tempted to hex you."

"Go ahead, try. Although, the first quidditch game is coming up. You wouldn't want to explain to your house why their seeker is stuck in the infirmary, do you?"

"Now, I'm even more tempted."

"Okay, come on. If you're in the mood to curse me, we should be working on it, instead of just sitting here finding a name for you," Harry said, getting up.

"You sat their finding a name for me, one in which I don't even want."

"You'll get used to it. Blame your sister. She started."

"You continued it. I blame you."

"Oh, fine. Aguamenti," Harry said, aiming the water stream at Severus. "There, something I did start," Harry laughed. A wet Severus just glared at Harry, then applied a drying charm to himself.

"Let's go to the library, Shadow. I need to look up information."

"You always need to look something up. You remind me of Hermione!"

"Who's Hermione?"

"One of my friends at my old school. She turned to books for everything! Of course, it ended up saving our skin more than once, but . . . whatever," Harry said when he realized he was rambling. "Let's go."


Serpentine. He always wondered why he wanted to answer whenever he heard the word "Serpentine". Harry must have continued call him that.

And with that memory came another bit of proof that Harry was Potter. Hermione wasn't a very common name. Odd how we got along so well, Severus thought to himself. Before, if anyone told him that he, as a student, would get along with Potter, he would have cursed them into oblivion. But Potter, as Woshda, was quite timid in public, unless provoked. Very unlike Potter.

Which was why he found himself outside the gargoyle to the headmaster's office once again. Inside, he greeted the man and sat down, not knowing exactly how to start.

"Potter wasn't very self centered, was he?" Severus asked quietly. Dumbledore's eyes gave a twinkle. Severus wanted to be mad, but he couldn't, which did, in turn, make him mad.

"No, actually, quite the opposite. He is always worried about other people. Even you and your job of spying." Severus barked out a harsh laugh at that. "No, he is. Sadly, he sees a few meetings as visions – so far they have matched up quite accurately with your own descriptions."

"Stupid boy," Severus grumbled. "Can't clear his mind, even when everyone's lives depends on it!"

"He has become quite adept at keeping me from his mind."

"Yet he still has visions."

"Unfortunately. And the visions have caused more nightmares than he would have normally."

"Why are you talking about him like he is still here?" Severus asked flatly while thinking about what the headmaster said about nightmares. It would be understandable . . . he himself has had many nightmares about the meetings. They were rarely pleasant . . . and he highly doubted that Potter would have seen any of the pleasant ones.

"Because he is still alive, Severus. Just isn't in this time, currently."

"Does anyone else know what has happened to the brat?"

"You shouldn't call him a brat, Severus. He is your friend."

"He wouldn't have been if I had known who he was."

"And yes, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger know of his whereabouts. Everyone else believes he has gone into hiding for a short time."

"And how did you pull that off without announcing it?"

"Pull what off, Severus?" he asked, twinkling again.

"Getting everyone to believe that? I haven't heard anything . . ."

"It's suppose to be a secret. So, of course, all the students know," Dumbledore answered with a smile. Severus just glared at him.

"Why would he care what happened to me?"

"To be honest, I do not know. He doesn't, in this time, trust you fully. He is surprised that Voldemort trust you as much as he does . . . Harry said once that he favors you." Severus narrowed his eyes.

"And how would he come to that assumption?"

"Harry can sense Voldemort's emotions at anytime when he is feeling anything strongly. And during all his visions. That could end up for the worse, though," Dumbledore said sadly.

"Yes. If what the brat says is true . . ."

"Severus," Dumbledore sighed.

". . . then if the Dark Lord finds out what I am doing, my punishment will be worse."

"Perhaps Harry knows this. That might explain it."

"Although I doubt the boy's ability to translate the Dark Lord's emotions. He's too . . ."

"He might be a child, Severus, but he has been connected to Voldemort for all but one year of his life. That connection has influenced him in many ways."

"Potter? Somehow I don't . . ."

"When faced with a resorting, where was he placed? Slytherin. Despite the fact that his parents were in Gryffindor."

"Yes," Severus said slowly. "I've been wondering about that. Potter is not a Slytherin. He is far too reckless."

"Perhaps he is only reckless from being in Gryffindor. The sorting hat wanted him in Slytherin in the first place, and it must have had it's reasons."

"Another reason why Gryffindors need to be . . ."

"Severus," Dumbledore warned, which earn him a glare. He was about to add something more when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Dumbledore said. Ron and Hermione came bursting through the door.

"Professor, have you heard anything about . . . oh. Hello, Professor Snape," Hermione said when she saw that he was in the room.

"Miss Granger," Severus sneered. The two students eyed their professor.

"He knows, Miss Granger," said the headmaster, sounding oddly happy.

"What! Did he . . ."

"Mr. Weasley, I don't believe you want to finish that," hissed Snape, and Ron turned red.

"He had nothing to do with it, Mr. Weasley. He was merely helping," Dumbledore said, still cheery. Ron didn't say anything but glared at Snape's turned back. "And, no, I am afraid we haven't heard from him."

"Oh," the two said sadly. "Talk to you later, Professor," mumbled Hermione, and she dragged Ron out of the office. Snape glared after them, then stalked out of the office himself.


"Find anything?"

"What?" Harry answered. "No. Of course not. Why would they have anything on invisibility stuff in the normal part of the library. We need the restricted section."

"Quiet!" hissed the librarian.

"What are you looking at?" whispered Severus. "That has nothing to do with the potion."

"Nothing. Just something I've been interested in for awhile."

"What?"

"Oh, time travel."

"Time travel? Why?" Severus asked. Harry just shrugged.

"I don't know. Why are you so interested in potions?" Harry rebutted. Severus glared at him like he didn't believe his friend.

"What are you to up to?" Malfoy asked, startling the two.

"Nothing much," Harry answered. "Just reading."

"I see. Excited for first practice, Harry?"

"Of course! I haven't played in a while. It feels good to be back on a team."

"Good," nodded Malfoy. "Severus."

"Lucius."

"Potions going well?"

"Of course."

"I'll see you two around," Malfoy said, then left. Harry glared after him.

"I don't know why you dislike him so much."

"I don't trust him."

"You know, you don't even know him."

"I've met people like him before. Trusting him will only get you in trouble."

"You sound so sure of yourself!"

"I know I can't trust him. He's . . ."

"Well, then, maybe you can't trust me!" Severus yelled, getting shushed by the librarian again. "At least being friends with him you would have more power!"

"I don't care about power, Severus. It ruins people."

"Maybe I do want it."

"You'll end up regretting it, Severus," Harry said quietly, then left, leaving the books on the table.

Severus watched Harry leave the library. What is up with him? he wondered. He picked up the book Harry was looking at, Known Incidents of Time Travel, and glanced through it. Harry had never mentioned anything before about being interested in time travel. Many other things, yes, but not time travel.

A thought popped into his head then. Harry seemed to know the castle pretty well for only being here a few weeks. He never asked where to find a book in the library, and he never got lost, even with the moving stairwells. Forgetting the fight with his friend, he went to go find Harry to ask him. Or accuse him, whichever got the truth.


While taking his place in the Dark Lord's inner circle, Severus wished that he listened to Harry's warnings about Malfoy. If he did, he probably wouldn't be in the position he was now.

Danger.

Well, he'd probably still be in danger, but not the same type. He wouldn't be risking his life spying. He would be a successful Potions Master that had nothing to do with potions that tortured people. Perhaps he'd even have the stupid DADA job. No one else was competent enough.

"Sseveruss, you have newss?"

"Yes, my Lord," Severus said, stepping forward. "There have been rumors going around the Hogwarts students that Potter has been sent away for special training. Dumbledore confirmed this, but he is only learning defense. He doesn't think the brat is ready for offensive training," sneered Severus.

"Thiss iss interessting newss, Sseveruss. I have heard the rumorss, but it iss good to get them confirmed," Voldemort answered. Severus retook his place. He was not punished this time . . . luckily. The rest of the meeting proved worthless when it came to information. Nothing the Order did not already know.

Severus apparated outside of Hogwarts and made his way to tell the headmaster what happened.


"I don't know what you're talking about, Severus," Harry replied flatly.

"I won't tell anyone, you know. I wouldn't do that."

"Sure, then for some power you sell me out."

"Some things I would trade for power. Not your friendship, though."

"I thought you said I couldn't trust you," sneered Harry.

"I was just trying to make a point."

"So was I."

"Listen, Harry. I won't tell anyone. You could even enforce the promise with magic," Severus said, sounding like he meant it. Harry stared at him for awhile, deciding what to do. Still thinking he was making a mistake, he decided to tell his friend.

"Yes, I am from the future."

"What year?" Harry sighed.

"1996."

"Wow. And you went to Hogwarts?"

"Of course."

"Do you know me then?" Harry sighed.

"Look, I can't tell you anything that happens in the future. It might change something."

"Wouldn't you being here change everything?"

"It might. Dumbledore said that it probably already happened, though, so I won't be changing anything. I don't want to take the chance, though. Anything could happen . . ." Severus gave Harry a look.

"Fine. But could you tell me the little stuff? Like how Hogwarts is different?" Severus asked. Harry smiled, and went on to explain some little things that had happened in his life at Hogwarts.