disclaimer, you know it by now, me own nothing of hp. however this tim i do own the cute lil poem below.

Family Secrets

Chapter 2

Last time

And just like that they left.

Harry didn't know yet, but that night the door to a carefree childhood closed and he would grow up too fast.

The next few days everything seemed ordinary.

If it wasn't for the rope marks around his upper torso, Harry would have thought that nothing had ever happened.

He was hoping nothing did indeed change, until Thursday.

Thursday his father came home and Harry never saw the father he so loved again.

You look so angry at the door

I'm scared to walk through

But I don't got a choice anymore

You're calling me to you

You shout and you scream

And I have no defense

Got to get out of this dream

Hope you'll com to your sense

And then we'll go back

To the way that we were

Where the love won't lack

Hate hidden by fake concern

Let's play pretend

Let's play make believe

Make the nightmare end

Give me a moment's reprieve

Thursday

Harry dreaded this day yet somehow anticipated it.

Today he would find out if there really was something wrong with his father.

He waited on the stairs that faced the front doors.

The telltale warm feeling of the ward that washed over Harry when the master of the house came home signaled the arrival of his father. He shrugged of the feeling that it somehow didn't seem as pure as it used to be and ran up to greet his father.

"Daddy?"

He jumped up and hugged around his legs, just as he would do any other day his father came home when he went out. Normally his father would laugh, pick him up and throw him in the air. Harry shut his eyes.

He felt his father's arms come around him and for a second harbored the thought that perhaps nothing was wrong with him, that perhaps he had jut dreamt the whole affair.

Any hope was squashed when his father loosened his arms and said in a voice so devoid of emotion Harry shivered:" don't call me that."

He then turned around and went to his study leaving Harry standing shocked and on the verge of breaking down behind.

Harry ran to his room and dropped himself on his bed. He grabbed his pillow and buried his head in it, muffling screams of despair. His body racked with sobs.

Teary emerald green eyes stared at his reflection on his closet mirror and turned jade at the memory of his father.

He breathed heavily, gulping in large amounts of air as if he had trouble breathing. His heart raked in his chest. His brain working miles an hour trying to process what happened.

For the last few days his father had been positively ignoring him, pretending he didn't exist; even if Harry went out of his way to try and get his father's attention, his father would glare at him intensely. Harry could only imagine what he must be thinking looking at him like that: 'god, I wish he was never born.'

Now Harry wished it was indeed so. He couldn't believe how bad it hurt, seeing his father gaze at him indifferently or glare with so much contempt the temperature in the room seemed to go down a few degrees. That hate filled glare struck him so badly, it was so intense, so...

Snape!! How could he forget him?

It was probably all his fault, and as if that wasn't bad enough, he sometimes came by. He would speak to his father in his study sitting in his father's chair as if he was master of the house. Harry tried to eavesdrop, hoping to hear these orders exactly. However, it seemed like Snape put up some privacy wards for he could never hear a single mumble.

Unfortunately this wasn't the worst thing. Afterwards he would make his way up to the master bedroom where his mother slept. For some reason his parents slept apart and his father had moved into one of the guest rooms.

Snape would enter the room and cast a simple locking and silencing spell. Harry could only imagine what he must be doing.

Afterwards he would leave, somehow seeming a little bit; happier he guessed.

But no matter how odd his father may act in the house, whenever they were in public it seemed like nothing was wrong. He acted like his old self who hated Snape and loved his son. Yes acted, because Harry could still see the malevolent glitter in his father's eyes and whenever he hugged Harry his hugs seemed a little tighter than the norm.

Though most people didn't see through the act, not even his father's best friends Sirius and Remus sensed anything was wrong. Remus was even a werewolf for god's sake and yet he didn't notice any wrong doing.

Harry repressed a sob and his gaze filled with determination, he would find a way to cure his father, no spell was irreversible.

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Wonder what Snape is doing with Lily? Chapter 3 is almost done.