Harry Blinked slowly allowing his eyes to adjust to the beams of sunlight streaming through the window. Wait...Window? Why wasn't Harry in his cupboard? He looked around only to find he wasn't in privet drive anymore. He now lay in an unbelievably spacious room with a double bed, a four poster no less. The room was exceptionally decorated in red and gold but, understated so as not to overwhelm the room. The wall paper was a deep crimson with even darker indistinguishable red designs, making the room seem warm, inviting and cosy. A complete opposite to his cupboard. Above his head was an expertly carved 3D plauque of the gryffindor emblem, in all it's glory. Most of the oak furniture was embellished with delicate gold cursive that glittered. Harry found himself loving this room his mood darkening when he realised that this dream would end soon. Sighing heavily he fell back into the soft pillows and stared at the ceiling. A sharp knock at the door caused him to jerk from his stupor and turn towards the door that opened slowly.
To reveal a small feminine house elf with large brown eyes and dressed, oddly enough, in a smart powder blue dress with a white apron tied round her waist. Harry could Just make out the name embroidered onto her gown. Marzipan, though the name was covered in flour. The little elf waked in slowly.
'Marzipan be wishing young sir a good morning. Anything you's be needing ? Miss Greyya be asking you's to join her for breakfast in the dining room and Marzi be here to helps you's. So whats yous be needing Marzi for?' The little elf squeaked out, her demeanor much calmer than Dobby's had ever been.
Harry just stared at the elf in shock. His lack of answer angered the elf.
'Now Sirs! Marzi be very busy and you's be needing Marzi's help. So, do yous be needing clothes or shower or...'
Marzipan trailed off waiting expectantly for harry to reply. Harry nodded gently not wanting to upset the elf lest she punish herself like Dobby had.
'Ummm, I don't have any clothes to wear and I need a toothbrush and toothpaste?' He phrased it so it sounded more like a question. At this point his legs were dangling off the side of the bed and Marzipan had his full attention.
'Marzi's be already getting these things . That doors' Marzipan pointed to the second door on the opposite side of the room.' be leading to the en suite ands toiletries be theres already. For clothes, the wardrobes be stocked. Marzi's be hopings yous likes them. Please call whens yous is done so I can shows yous to the dining room.' Marzipan explained and with that she popped away.
Harry stared shocked at the space the elf-marzipan, had occupied not a moment earlier. He jumped down from the large bed and went over the oak door as directed. Inside was a decent bathroom with a shower. He proceeded to wash and brush his teethe before re-entering the bedroom and making his way over to the large wardrobe. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the wardrobe spoke to him.
'Ah, Little Miss Greyya told me I was to be functioning again. Good Morning, Please introduce yourself and state what event your going to. I'm Maurice a pleasure to meet you.' The wardrobe said, reminding harry of a kindly grandfatherly figure.
'Hi, I'm harry Potter and ummm I'm going to breakfast?' Again his answer sounding more like a question. Maurice the wardrobe regarded hi for a moment before his doors opened to reveal 5 outfits. 'Here's a selection for breakfast with the lady of the house. Now I'd recommend the green , brings out your eyes something splendid!' The wardrobe suggested cheerily. Harry warily bought out the green outfit, he had to admit is was nice, far nicer than anything he'd ever worn. The top consisted of a green polo shirt and black trousers and smart black shoes. Once changed the wardrobe regarded him for a moment before commenting. 'Not Bad, not bad. You should call for Marzi now.' With that the wardrobe became silent once more. Feeling slightly dazed he called out.
'Marzipan?' and quick as a flash said elf appeared.
'Ah, you's be ready now sirs. I be's taking yous to the dining room. Please follow Marzi.' She commanded and turned on foot to walk briskly from the room leaving a shell shocked Harry to race after her. Through the door was a dark wooden paneled corridor with landscapes and vases bringing colour. Harry followed the elf down the long corridor until they came to an ornate door. Marzipan stopped at the door and turned to Harry.
'Marzi be announcing yours arrival to Miss Greyya. Yous be staying here till called.' The elf informed him before disappearing with a loud 'pop'.
A few minutes ticked by before he heard a voice behind the door telling him to enter. He opened the door to reveal a large room with the walls covered in crests and tapestries while the main expanse of the room held a large wooden dining table that shone. It was set with three places and sitting at the head of the table was a girl. She couldn't be older than him, with long raven hair tied into a ponytail and dressed in simply yellow tee and skinny jeans. Upon his arrival the girl looked up and beamed at him, revealing her unusual but, none the less enchanting amber eyes.
'Good Morning Harry. I'm Greyya Penndragon. You may remember me as though. Please take a seat, we have much to discuss.' She told him in a pretty melodic voice. She gestured to the place beside her and Harry slowly took his place.
'Now Harry, I'm sure you have a lot of questions so, I will introduce myself to you. then you will introduce yourself to me and ask whatever questions you want alright? We still have some time before my other guest arrives.'She explained gently. Waiting for Harry's nod of approval before continuing.
'Very well. I'm Lady Greyya Penndragon, sole surviving heir of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Penndragon. I'm thirteen and have been home-schooled since the age of 5. My Parents Kendra and Lance Penndragen were killed when I was one, murdered by death eaters. I live in Avalon Mansion on the hidden island of Avalon. I'm a pureblooded amur nundu. Please call me Grey and it's a pleasure to meet you Harry.' Grey told him sincerely. Gesturing for him to speak.
'Um, hi? I'm Harry James Potter I'm twelve but, my birthday is on the 31st of july! I go to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy. My parents were killed by lord Voldemort.' He introduced lamely. 'My questions are; 1. Why am I here? 2. Who is your other guest? and 3. What happens now?'He inquired not wanting to anger this girl, whoever she was.
She hesitated for a moment formulating her answer. She was much more mature than she appeared.
'Well, it was discovered at your parents will readings that you have a new guardian who is a close friend of mine and as such I felt you should be reunited with said person. I don't trust Dumbledore so, i took you from your aunts and you and your new guardian will live here until. My guest is your guardian. It's best if I start at the beginning. Now, a good few years before you were born there was a lovely girl by the name of Lily Evans who fell deeply in love with her best friend. They were married and very happy however, the man made very bad decisions as a boy and paid a terrible price. He as an unloved and naive boy had joined the death eaters simply wishing to be appreciated and wanted but, as soon as he realised his mistake he sought the help of the headmaster who instead of helping him escape convinced him to be a spy. When he got in too deep to save himself the headmaster informed Lily he had died. Torn with grief Lily nearly gave up if not for the fact she were pregnant with you. Wanting to give her last piece of her beloved a father she married James Potter, who agreed. When it was safe for the man to finally return to his wife he came back to one that had moved on and with a child. Heartbroken he turned bitter and focused solely on his duties as spy. He begged the dark lord to spare his precious lily but, in vain and when that son. The very reminder of his falure as a spy and a husband appeared before him at Hogwarts h treated the child with disdain. You see harry, you are that child. You are Serpens Sima Snape. Your father is Severus snape.'She explained gently.
Harry was unresponsive, just trying to make sense of what Grey had just said. HE, was Professor Snape's son? The man who hated him since day one for no reason whatsoever. The greasy dungeon bat. Head of slytherin. How could this be? There must be some mistake but, he only sensed honesty in Grey's explanation. He really was Snape's son. He wasn't Harry Potter. His whole life was a lie. Who was he?
'Who am I?'Grey nearly missed the quiet trembling voice on the edge of tears.
'My son.'
AN-Hey everyone. Percypen here. Hope you like the story so far. How will snape react to harry or should I say serpens? And vise versa? Please review, they help me improve my stories. Enjoy!-percypen