No. No. No. It wasn't true, it couldn't be true. Snape was not his father.
Harry was practically sprinting, towards Gryffindor tower. He needed to get as far away from Snape and his warped memory as he possibly could.
Once in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, he stopped to catch his breath. It felt like he had held it the whole way from the dungeons.
When he could finally breathe again, he heard an impatient Ehem.
He looked up to find the Fat Lady looking down at him sourly. "Well, are you going to give me the password, or are you going to loiter in front of me all evening?"
Harry wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He knew he was shite at hiding his emotions. It would take Hermione one look at him and she would know that something was wrong. And unfortunately, the boy's dormitories didn't have a 'no girl' charm on the staircase, so hiding in his room wasn't an option.
"Sugarquill," he said reluctantly when he had come to the conclusion that he had no other options. Curfew was fast approaching, and the last thing he wanted to add to this night was a loss of house points.
The Fat Lady's portrait swung open, and Harry made his way into the common room.
There were still quite a few students up. It was, after all, Friday night, and students tended to stay up until all hours of the night on the weekends.
Harry thought for a brief moment, when he didn't see either of his best friends idling around, that he could get away with heading straight to his without having to talk to anyone. Unfortunately, Ron and Hermione were both in there, waiting for him.
"Harry, you're back early," Hermione spoke first. "How was the occlumency training?" She must have seen the stress on his face because she immediately followed up her question before he could answer the first. "Harr, is everything alright? You look upset."
Ron followed Hermione's lead. "Did something happen with Snape tonight, mate?"
Harry really wanted to confide in his friends, but he knew that if he told them what he saw they would think he was nuts. Well, Ron would think he was nuts, Hermione would lecture him on invading people's privacy, and then proceed to tell him that he probably misunderstood what he saw.
No, it was best if he kept it all to himself. He would share with them once he gathered more facts. "It was just a rough lesson," he lied, "I'm pretty beat and I think I just want to get some sleep."
The two nodded and quickly and quietly exited the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
He climbed into his bed without changing clothes and looked at the picture on his side table. It was one of the pictures Hagrid had given him of his mother and father. Or was it?
Could there be a possibility that Snape was his father?
No. Everyone always said he looked like James. Everyone told him James was his father. There was no way Snape could be his father. No way at all.
Right?