Chapter 9 - The truth is unraveled
It would make everything he had worked for, for nothing. He had separated those families making sure the Prophecy didn't come to pass and it had not. That was why he was making sure Severus didn't or could not tell his Slytherins that the Dark Lord was nothing more than a half blood. It was not common knowledge because they would not join a half blood with delusions of grandeur.
The Slytherins looked like they had been kicked in the gut, as the world came tumbling down around them. Everything they had ever been told was a lie, everything their parents said was a total lie, and all the Slytherins could think was that their parents joined a half blood and bowed down to him. To them, it should be Voldemort bowing down. It was then everything they were told meant nothing to them and they suddenly did not want to join the man who called himself the Dark Lord.
Dumbledore was sitting, silently fuming at the hat and Harry Potter. He could see the changes already. He could see the Gryffindors, Huffelpuffs, and Ravenclaws realize how stupid they were. The truth that had been hidden from them had just come undone. The Slytherins were shocked and they looked over at Harry, realising it was something he said that made the hat tell them that. When they saw him smirk they did a double take. After all, it is not every day they see the golden boy of Gryffindor smirk at them. Shaking their heads, they wondered if they had seen what they thought they had seen.
They were all knocked out of their musings with Dumbledore saying, "Let the feast begin," hands spread over the tables, food appearing every where, less enthusiastically than usual, no twinkle in his eye that was normally there.
Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville all looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
Harry whispered to them, "His true side is showing. He better watch himself or he will get himself caught before we can do it for him."
The others nodded, agreeing with him on that. The headmaster's eyes began twinkling as he raised his cup to Harry. To his confusion it was not returned and the twinkle again left his eyes.
Hermione and Ron had to keep Harry from rising and help him keep his anger in control. It was his first time seeing the headmaster since he had found out. All of them knew Harry would end up letting his memories get the better of him, as well as his anger. They all knew tonight would not go that simple, unaware that Harry had a plan.
Well his plan wouldn't be put in motion because his anger was going to get the better of him once again, only this time it wouldn't be simply smashing the Headmaster's office. No, it would not. He would be raging at the Headmaster himself, in front of the entire great hall.
Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Harry all sat eating their dinner, talking about stupid things that they could see they didn't want to talk about. They had grown up too fast, a whole three years in a matter of minutes, as well as their personalitys changing, too. Ron was no longer a Quidditch hooligan. Neville was not the bumbling idiot they had all known, but still loved his plants and was much better at potions than he used to be. The others had not changed as much.
McGonagall tapped her glass with her fork, effectively getting everyone's attention for the Headmaster. The Headmaster himself got up, ready to deliver his speech for the school. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Harry all watched him, listening to what he was going to say. They had been waiting ages for the feast to finish so they could get down to Severus Snape's private quarters and let him find out what the headmaster was really like.
"Welcome to another year of Hogwarts. The Forbidden Forest is as it is named forbidden, a great amount of house points will be taken out if we find you have been there," said Dumbledore looking in Harry's area, expecting Harry to smile or laugh, but he didn't. That was beginning to really worry Dumbledore, "Now the D.A will come open officially, Harry will be a teacher and will teach you. There will also be an Auror present at the meetings and Harry will choose the place to meet. Also, Harry will be training to become an Aurors this year to help him," said Dumbledore. "If you wish to join him, there will be a list in your common room tomorrow morning. Sign up if you want to make a difference in the war, also become the youngest Aurors of your time!" said Dumbledore finishing his speech.
As he did the cutlery began shaking, then the plates, the goblets, and Harry began to glow a golden colour. Before Hermione, Ron, Ginny, or Neville could even think about trying to stop him, he stood up face contorted in anger, magic pulsing around him. The first, second, and third years that didn't know Harry screamed at the power they were feeling.
"If you think I'm going to go training to be an Auror think again old man," snarled Harry, totally angry. "I am not putting up with your manipulations any more! Never again. You knew what my life was like. You knew yet you did nothing!" shouted Harry, breathing heavily at the end.
"Do you want to let your parents down, Harry? They died to protect you!" said Dumbledore going excessively far.
Before his friends or Dumbledore knew it, 'BAM!' went Harry's fist right into Dumbledore's face, making the old man reel back, having leaned forward to see what it was that Harry would say. He didn't expect Harry to punch him in the face. The head table, being small tables pushed into one big one, Harry pulled the table out and it went crashing down, 'boom' 'boom' 'boom' the food clattering down. His friends, still frozen on the spot, didn't know what to do.
Punching the old man again, Dumbledore went sprawling out of his chair, taking McGonagall with him. They landed with a thump. The teachers took out their wands and began trying to stun him.
"Stupefy," said a squeaky voice.
"Stupefy," said a new voice which was obviously the defence teacher.
"Stupefy," shouted Sprout.
"Stupefy," the ancient runes teacher.
"Stupefy."
"Stupefy."
"Stupefy," said the other teachers.
Realising their spells were not working left them stunned. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville began running up the great hall trying to get there to stop their friend and brother. They kept running, watching in horror and wide eyes as Severus Snape's hand came in contact with Harry's face, a bruise immediately forming. Harry, having fallen, calmed down and looked up at Snape, stunned at what his teacher had done. Hurt was the strongest emotion in Harry's jaded green eyes. Hurt that his own dad had hit him. For the first time he wondered if he should even try to get to know his dad.
Harry snarled, "I can't believe you of all people would stick up for the bastard."
Before Severus could wonder what the hell Potter meant, he was on the receiving end of Harry's wand. For the first time, Severus was scared. This was someone whom had defied Voldemort over six times and lived to tell the tale.
Harry started muttering in Latin, words he understood. In the wizarding world, pure bloods learned Latin at a young age instead of French. He knew the basics of what Harry was muttering, wondering what on earth Harry was chanting that for, he had no memory charm. He was not stupid enough to let someone block his magic, but his life was just about come down around him.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna had all come to the head table and had the teachers at wand point. They would not let their friend be hurt. The Slytherins were sitting back enjoying the show, saying quietly to each other, 'might just start liking Granger'.
Harry had Dumbledore at wand point, making sure the bastard did not move. He had seen one of the Huffelpuffs go out of the great hall. He had opened it so she could get out as he was the one controlling everyone who could go in or out. He also saw her coming back in and could only assume she had called the authorities.
The Latin words were to unblock Severus' magic and he was astounded when he felt magic pulse through him, ripping him up, his heart and soul felt ready to burst. As his magic tried to adjust to his body, before he could speak or his magic settled, another Latin string came from Harry. It was time for him to remember, Severus understood these words, too.
Severus Snape fell as the memories came back, flooding through him. It was too much for him and he ended up unconscious as they all had. He stayed like that for at least twenty minutes before Hermione woke him up with a spell she knew that slowly woke one. No one was tired like they usually would be. They were concentrating on Severus and they did not hear the doors of the hall open, only Harry did had been the one to let them in. Colin stood next to the Gryffindor table taking snap shots a million a minute.
Severus slowly woke up, memories he didn't know he had were, after being hidden for so long, remembered: getting married to the woman of his dreams Lily Evans Snape; Lily's worried eyes every time he went to a meeting; her always there to heal him and make him better; his wife telling him she was pregnant; Alexander being born after fourteen hours of labour, poppy being the one to deliver him; feeding him for the first time; doing magic before he could even walk for the first time; being there when his son took his first steps; being there when Alex said his first word, Dada; together, father and son riding a broom; the last time he had sung to his beautiful baby boy, Alex for three years old still loved to be sung to; going to Albus Dumbledore's office with a bad feeling in his gut; watching in horror as his three year old son screamed for him and was given potions he knew; watching as his son was turned into a copy of James Potter; watching his wife be Oblivated and told she was James Potter's wife; the last time he ever got to see his son before it was all Oblivated from him mind.
Severus let out a choked sob, all he could think was, 'I've hit my son.' and everything that he had missed out on. He had been unable to bring up his child, not gotten to do what any father wanted for their child, not gotten to see him sorted into his house, or seen his own son's owls, or having a laugh with his son.
He looked into those green jaded eyes and he saw understanding. The headmaster, using their distraction to get up and try to get away, was sent reeling when Severus stood and punched him right in the face. Harry smirked at him and Severus ended up doing a double take at that. He was not used to seeing Harry Potter smirking at him.
Severus pointed it at Poppy and then McGonagall. Both who looked murderously at the headmaster who was still lying in a heap on the floor in his own blood. Oviously they had been obliviated as well, and looked ready to kill at that very moment.