Make Me Love You

By, Ms. Potter-Snape

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I am neither rich nor all knowing, so I have no idea what book 7 contains even though I would like to. But all of this belongs to JK Rowling, and I am not her, unless I am and I am lying to you all.

A/N: This is a re-write of the original Make Me Love You, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3: Lies and Letters

Severus POV

I sat up expecting to see that Potter look alike at the foot of my bed like the night before. The first thought that crossed my mind that some annoying seventh year had decided to plague me with Polyjuice, until I realized it was summer hols and there were no annoying seventh years at the school, and that wouldn't explain why he looked so much older. But time travel is impossible, and time turners definitely did not go back several years into the past. It had to have been a dream. That's it, too much time in bed, not enough time outside my sub conscious had decided to play tricks on me.

I turned to my side, noticing a clear green bottle. "Dreamless Sleep Potion" I read aloud to myself. But that would mean no dreams, so it couldn't have been a dream. The Potter brat had somehow gotten into my rooms, if only that would explain why he looked 25 and kept calling me Sev. "Hallucinations" I mumbled standing to relieve my bladder the cold stone floors making me shudder as my feet touched them. "Bloody dungeons" I groaned.

"Yet you continue to live in them" a little voice in the back of my head said. Or was it, I turned quickly. The Potter brat was sitting in my bed, the spot I had just come from wearing nothing but Gryffindor burgundy boxers.

"How the bloody hell?" I groaned sliding back against the wall. Why wouldn't these hallucinations quit happening?

"You're not hallucinating" He said in a matter of fact tone like he knew what I was thinking. "Yes I'm the Potter brat as you are probably so eloquently thinking,"

He's come to kill me, I know it he knows what I did and he hates me for it. "So why do you insist on bothering me, go bother Dumbledore or something, just leave me alone!" I hissed, staring at the ground.

"Because the Headmaster doesn't need me, you need me at least for today" He stood sliding over to me. "Sev, no your Harry doesn't know what you did, not yet but he will soon and he's going to tell you something that will over joy you. Do not push him away, you have every right to take what he has to offer you Sev. If you don't your future is bleak I know I'm in it" He said cupping my face in his hands

"How?" He smiled, rubbing his thumbs across my cheeks.

"That I can't tell you" He smiled and as sure as I knew he was there his hands on my face he was gone, just a ghost feeling of his hands on my cheeks.

I shuddered slumping to the floor. There was no way Potter would bring me any such happiness, and no matter how bleak my future is I will not let him in, I argued with myself attempting to convince myself of something I wasn't quite sure I would do.

Harry POV

I popped my head out of bed my comforter pooled around my ankles. Today I'm going to find out who flippin buggered me and erased my memory. Than I would kill him, well no but he would be injured greatly. I hung my head trying to erase the headache that had bothered me all night. I stood going into the bathroom and pulling a headache potion out of the medicine cabinet.

"You look like hell" the mirror said cheerfully.

"So do you" I mumble downing the potion in one gulp. I strode out moving to my closet, all the clothes I had were still the Dursley hand me downs and way too big, holy, and fading. It wasn't like I couldn't afford new clothes, with five Potter Vaults and nine Black Vaults filled with galleons, sickles, and knuts and even more with heirlooms I would never have to work a day in my life unless I wanted to I just never went shopping.

I reached in pulling the least faded t-shirt and pants from the closet and quickly got dressed. When was this bloody letter going to get here? I thought stepping into the kitchen to put some tea on; a strong cup of tea was in order if I had to wait all day for it.

Just as I sat down on the loveseat with my cup of tea and a good book a knock came from the door. "Who is it?" I called from my seat.

"Letter for Mr. Potter" A voice called from the other side of the door. Odd why hadn't it been sent by owl. I stood fingering my wand as I slowly opened the door. A man in a courier's uniform stood there a thick piece of parchment in his hand. "Here ya go Mr. Potter" He smiled, handing me the envelope if you could sign here, he handed a clipboard to me and I signed it. "Have a nice day" He gave me a big cheesy grin.

"Same to you" I said in a half daze stepping back into my flat. It was finally here, the name of my baby's father was inside. I set the envelope on the table. I couldn't open it, not alone. I cringed at what my reaction would be when I found out. I had been so ready to know, so willing to hurt whoever it was and I couldn't open it now that it was here.

I went to the fireplace tossing a bit of floo powder in so I could make a call. "Hermione Wesley" I said, a sob catching in my throat.

"Hello" Hermione's head popped into the grate.

"Hey" I smiled solemnly at her.

"Is it there?" She smiled, and I nodded. "I'm coming through" I knew she would and I stepped back to allow her access. In a flurry she was through giving me a big hug. "It'll be okay" she reassured me for the 18th time.

"I know" I sat on my chair, picking the envelope up from the table, her hands came down on my shoulders in a comforting gesture. I opened it and read….

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We are happy to tell you that the paternity of your baby is Severus Tobias Snape. If you have any questions please feel free to contact us through floo or come into the office. Best Wishes.

Sincerely,

Rachel Flynn

"Hermione" I shook my head handing her the envelope. Snape I thought to myself. When? How?

"Snape" She says shocked, placing the envelope on the table. "Harry you loved him all through your seventh year, how in the world?" She wrapped her arms around me for the second time. "There has to be a good excuse for him"

"I know" I hung my head. "I'm going to kill him" I growled standing and making my way to the door.

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