The Only One That Truly Knew Him

By: fillinwhittynameHERE

So apparently I haven't been putting the disclaimer so here goes:

I do not own Harry Potter or any other recognizable characters; I don't own anything recognizable from the Harry Potter books and/or movies. They are all owned by J.K. Rowling.

I DO own any unrecognizable characters like Miss Lindsey, Carson Preston, and the plot.

I re-uploaded chapter 3 in case you didn't read the last one because i hate when authors leave author notes as chapters so i re-posted chapter 3 in the author notes place

Snape knew he had to go into the next memories soon if he wanted to finish before the end of the school year. He decided to go on a Hogsmede weekend when he wasn't needed. He opened the letter on Friday night after telling the headmaster he would be busy all weekend and he was not to be disturbed. The next note read:

"Number 4,

I think we need to get away from private drive for awhile so why don't we go meet one of my saviors. You see I wasn't alone always, if I had been I would've probably turned into the next dark lord, but oh well. Let's head to a place you'll feel comfortable, my primary school. Have fun professor and remember things are never as they seem.

Carson Preston

The boy-who-survived."

Snape quickly realized he had no idea how to get to his next location. 'Dang it Harry, you can never do anything the easy way can you?' he quickly reread the letter seeing nothing wrong with it except that one line 'things are never as they seem, what could it mean? Wait the name its wrong.'

"Carson Preston." And with that Snape was transported to a small muggle primary school. He saw that the school was closed for the night so he quickly unlocked one of the side doors and walked around wondering what would start the memory. He saw a flash of color through a door (like the small window in a door) he opened the door and went over to the bulletin board the picture; he had identified this as the flash of color, was attached to. The picture was simple it showed a young boy standing next to a piano. The boy had green eyes and shoulder length raven black hair with emerald green highlights; he wore a black tux with an emerald green vest. He had a small emerald in his right ear. Under the boy were the words 'Carson, the youngest pianist in the world, at the grand hall (totally made it up) for the queen.'

'I've heard of him, Snape thought, but why does he seem so familiar?' Snape walked around the room until he got to an old piano, the type that felt well used and loved, and Snape couldn't help him self and went to play the keys, when there was another flash of light and suddenly it was day time. Before him stood the same piano but he was suddenly a few feet away from it. The room was empty although it was clearly day time and by the sounds he could here classes were in session as well as some sort of tour, if the sound of someone explaining the classrooms and overall layout of the school was any thing to go by. Suddenly the door opened and Snape had to remind himself that he wasn't visible because this was a memory. He watched as the young boy, who seemed strangely familiar, opened the piano and touched the keys just as he had been about to do not moments before. The boy then looked around and saw no one in the room; he sat down at the bench and started to play. Snape had never heard anything like it, the young boy, who couldn't be older than 5 or 6, was an amazing player. And if the sound of clapping was anything to go by the teacher who had walked into the room silently while the young boy was playing.

'You're very good.'

'I'm sorry ma'am I shouldn't been touching it, I'm sorry.'

It's alright trust me. How come when I asked if anyone could play an instrument you didn't raise your hand?'

'I'm not supposed to be better at anything then my cousin so no one knows.'

'But surely your relatives know because they had to have paid for the teacher.'

'Teacher ma'am?'

'You've never learned how to play?'

'No ma'am I've only played on a piano a couple of times.'

'Well then why don't we call a friend of mine and see what he says. Because maybe, if he thinks he can, he'll help you get even better. Maybe you can even perform in a couple of years.'

NO, if I do that my relatives will find out and they'll get mad.'

'Well then why don't we make up a fake name for you so you can perform without them knowing and we'll change your look slightly so they won't recognize.'

'What will my name be?' he answer was drowned out by the familiar popping sound that meant his guide was here. As the young Harry walked up to him he couldn't help but notice the similarities between the two potters, they couldn't be more than a year or two apart. As Snape and his guide stood there the woman coaxed the young Harry into playing more for her. Soon the sweet melody of the piano sounded through the room. The noise lowered as the Harry standing next to him started to speak.

'It's sad isn't it how people can miss the most obvious of things, even when said things are staring them in the face.'

'What do you mean?'

'Her name was Miss Lindsey and she was like a mother to me but she never saw the abuse that was staring at her every time we were together.'

'I don't think that's true, like the older you said things are never as they seem. I think she saw the abuse but knew there was nothing she could do, outright at least. So she gave you a new name and a place to stay safe, she gave you a home.'

'You're getting better at this professor, you're right she helped me in more ways then one.'

'I just have one question. What name did she give you?'

'Come on professor you're smart.' And with that Harry turned Snape around and ended the memory. The last thing Severus saw was a bulletin board that was missing a certain poster. He then heard the music die completely and he and the woman that helped to save Harry Potter spoke together:

"Carson."

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