Yay! I have reviewers! Dances! Thank you wizli and emeraud.silver! My first two reviewers! You can tell I'm new can't you? Oh well, I'm too happy right now. Anywho I don't own Harry Potter at all. Nada! Sigh, I wish I did though; it would make my life easier.
Chapter 2 Snape's Suspicions
It was the twenty first of October 1995. Severus Snape remembered that date for a very good reason. It was the day he had stumbled across Harry Potter's secret. October twenty first was also the day that started a series of events that turned his world upside down, then spun around, until it was puking into the toilet named reality.
It all started that morning at breakfast, something odd happened. No, the weather was fine, a little overcast, nothing unexpected there. His breakfast was fine, although his coffee had been a bit sweet, but that was expected also, every twenty first of every month Albus coerced a house elf into putting cream and sugar into his coffee, which irritated Snape to no end. Snape liked his coffee black: black and bitter. What was odd was that Harry Potter was late to breakfast. Potter was usually one of the first down. Not, Snape noticed, because Potter was hungry, but because he was an early riser and had nothing better to do. Then, once Potter finally showed, he had an argument with Weasley and Granger, seemingly over Potter's decision to only have a cup of strong of tea for breakfast.
Later, in Potions, Potter had been especially inattentive, distracted even. Now, it wasn't as if Potter did pay attention normally, because everyone knew, that at best Potter paid half attention, but today, it was blatantly obvious. Also, Potter looked somewhat effeminate, more so than usual. Something was off. As soon as the bell rang Potter sprinted out of the classroom, leaving, as far as Snape could see, his cloak, his bottled potion, and an incredibly confused Weasley.
Potter wasn't eating lunch. Snape knew, he had checked. Wasn't with Dumbledore, on the Quidditch Field, in Gryffindor Tower, or an empty classroom. It was like the boy had vanished off the face of the Earth.
As Snape stalked to his rooms, he passed Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and wondered why the hell Dumbledore bothered to keep the ghost. That's when he heard it: a voice. No, not of that stupid ghost or a girl, at least Snape didn't think so. No, it was extremely familiar, too familiar; in fact now that he thought about it, it sounded a lot like . . . "Potter!" Snape bellowed, bursting into the bathroom, his robes settling about him. On the floor, in front of two smoking cauldrons, sat Harry Potter.
Snape looked at the potions . . . then at Potter . . . then at the potions . . . then at Potter. Or at least, he tried to look at Potter; Potter's damned hair was in the way. He gripped Potter's chin in his hand, his fingernails digging into Potter's skin, lifted and let go in surprise.
"If I may go, sir? Lunch is nearly over and I'm sure neither of us would like to miss anymore of it." Now, it was obvious, Harry Potter was no more male than Snape was female, which he was not. Of this at least, Snape was sure.
"Oh no, Ms. Potter, you will come with me and you will follow my questions." And they marched out of damp bathroom, Potter in front of Snape, so as to not lose her. No, not now that he had finally found her. Severus Snape was going to get to the bottom of this.
Alright, end! So, I'm thinking each chapter will be from a different person's point of view and I hope to make whose view it is clear. Yes, there is a plot to this, and yes, questions will be answered in the next chapter. But you'll just have to wait and see. I have school . . . sigh . . . and the day after that I have honors chemistry . . . I really am horrible in that class . . . its yucky . . . and my teacher isn't allowed to do fun type explosion type demonstrations anymore. Safety regulations take the fun out of everything.