Sorry for the long wait, guys. Life is pretty hectic. I think this is the biggest chapter I've written so far for this story (which really isn't that big lol). ;) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not or will ever own Harry Potter! :)
Harry
I angrily left the Headmaster's office with a fierce determination to find Snape.
"Snape!" I yelled out angrily, looking left and right at all the portraits. Some portraits looked angry, but most of them looked scared. A mad chuckle could be heard echoing off the walls. For a brief second I thought it was Snape laughing at me. There was a sudden breeze and then I heard a familiar cackle.
"Little Potty has come back!" Peeves said in a sing song voice.
"Sod off Peeves; I'm not afraid of looking for the Bloody Baron and sicking him on you." Peeves let out an ear piercing screech and he was gone.
"Snape!" I yelled out once again. There was no answer and after several minutes I huffed in exasperation and turned around to leave. I saw a dark figure in the portrait facing me, with a sneer on his face. I jumped in surprise.
"Merlin's beard!" I let out involuntarily.
"Potter." The man said, his eyes blazing. I said his name with as much loathing.
"James is seriously hurt because of you." I said seething.
"He deserved it." Snape said between gritted teeth.
"No, he didn't." Snape laughed humourlessly. The nerve of him!
"Do you know what your children told me?"
"I can imagine." Snape narrowed his eyes angrily at me.
"You were in on it, then." He said decisively. I shook my head.
"You're a fool, old man." I said as an answer. Snape snorted and walked over to another portrait in a lazy, non caring manner.
"Just like their grand-father, still taunting me even after my death." He said angrily.
"And even after your death you can't let go of school yard bullying."
"It was more than that!" He spat. I was surprised that he had lost his temper; it wasn't often that I had seen him lose control over his emotions. He quickly erected his neutral mask.
"You stupid git, grow up!" I spat back. In a way, I couldn't believe I was arguing with a portrait. The portrait Snape was currently in started to rattle. I looked at it, startled again. As far as I knew only poltergeists could move objects after their deaths.
"How the bloody hell are you doing that?" I snapped, tired of this game we were playing. This is the first time I see the man as my father and we were bloody fighting, just like the good old days. Snape looked at me with loathing and finally ground out: "I don't know." Obviously, Snape didn't like admitting that he didn't know something.
"Would you just stop?" I said getting exasperated with Snape walking around to different portraits.
"We need to talk." Snape snorted again, but stayed in one portrait. This one had an old woman with a night gown on, sleeping in a pink velvet chair.
"Well, go on, then." Snape said impatiently. I scratched my head; it was a thing I did whenever I was nervous or felt awkward.
"Did you or did you not sleep with my mother?" It was as awkward for me saying this as it probably was for Snape hearing me ask it. Snape narrowed his eyes.
"I don't think your mother's... exes are any of your business." He said coldly.
"Just tell me." I said exasperated and tired of the day's events. I'm too old for this. Snape ignored me and walked to another portrait. Naturally I followed.
"My son, Albus, found a diary written by my mother. I placed all the authentication spells that I could think of, it was hers. She wrote that she had... been with you while being married to my father- James-" I didn't know what to call him now, it was all very confusing, "and that I was conceived during that union." I scrunched up my nose in disgust. I can't and never would be able to picture Snape with my mum, it was disturbing. The thought itself brought bile to my throat. Snape scoffed.
"Even if I had" which was pretty much a confession "it's impossible. You are Potter's clone."
"Did you ever think of the fact that my mother's two best subjects were Potions and Charms? Did you ever count back nine months? Did you even think I could've been your son? Did you even want me?" During my rant I realized that each of my questions became louder and louder.
"Now you're the fool." Snape hissed.
"Why's that?" I asked angrily, though not as loudly as before.
"You shouldn't believe everything you read, you incompetent fool." I shook my head. Snape was grasping at straws, thinking of every possible excuse he could, as weak as they were. I opened my jacket pocket and took out a picture. It fell out of my mum's diary last night; I think Alby forgot to show it to me. It was a wizard photo of my mum holding me as a baby. I was wrapped in a blue blanket and all you could see was pink skin and a tuft of black hair. My mother was mouthing something that looked a lot like 'I love you, Sev'. I put it in front of the portrait so Snape could see. He looked down and narrowed his eyes at the picture. His face was neutral the whole time.
"This doesn't prove anything." He finally said tersely. He was a stupid git.
"Did you see my son? His mother and I never knew where he got his looks from until a couple of days ago. He saw a picture of you, you were a few years younger than he is now, but the resemblance is unmistakable. Did you ever suspect that I could have been your son? Did you know and didn't want to acknowledge me?" I needed to know this. Snape was silent. I yelled at him to answer me.
"Yes." He finally said. I thought that was it until he continued. "Of course I suspected. But Albus told me you looked just like Potter and when you were eleven and I saw you for the first time I knew that any hope of you being my son was gone." This was more than I thought he would admit. It was kind of weird seeing him like this.
"What about now? Do you believe me?" I asked looking at him. Snape paused, thinking.
"I won't believe it until you brew the lineage potion." I rolled my eyes in exasperation. He knew I was rubbish at potions. I'll ask my wife to brew it for me.
"Alright." I said. "But I want you to apologize to my children for terrorizing them. I'll bring them back a week before the start of school term." Without saying another word to each other, I left.
Alby
The Healer had fixed James up rather quickly. His nose had indeed been broken and he had a goose egg on his head, a big ugly bruise on his back and his arm was sprained from landing on it funny. But now all his injuries had been healed, though he was acting really weird with all the potions they gave him.
"Alb eats the sleep. Okay?" He had told me when he first woke up. Lily and I laughed at him. He was really woozy and it took us a while to make him stand properly in the floo to go home. Dad got back home not even 10 minutes after we did. He looked weary and exhausted. He said hi to all of us and then went to his bedroom. Mum made sure Lily was in bed, scolded us again and then went to her bedroom, probably to talk with dad. I went to bed feeling disappointed. Severus Snape was a disappointment. Sure, I didn't think he would welcome us with open arms but he didn't need to almost kill my big brother. Speaking of James, he is currently snoring loudly and drooling on his pillow case. Gross!
I bet it even sucks more for dad, being that the man is his father and all. Scorpius, my best friend who is also in Slytherin, told me that his grand-father was a big disappointment. He had met him when he was eleven at Azkaban Prison. He had told me the man was insane and he begged his father to take him back home. His father had also seemed to be disappointed in the man. I would tell my dad to go talk with him about disappointing fathers but apparently they're enemies.
The next morning
It is eight o'clock and the house is eerily silent. The door to my room opens and Lily walks in. She walks to my bed and sits on it. She looks worried and upset.
"Uncle Ron is here." She told in a quiet whisper.
"Awesome!" I say. Being around Uncle Ron is always fun. But Lily shakes her head, tears falling down.
"What is it?" I ask in a panic.
"Mummy and daddy are gone to the hospital. Something is wrong with daddy."
Thank you for reading and please review! Tell me if it's too OOC, I wasn't really sure about the meeting between Harry and Severus, so please let me know what you thought about it.