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We were having a staring contest at the moment. Well, actually it wasn't really a contest but none of us were blinking. My dad, or really Snape, was staring at me with narrowed eyes and I was staring right back at him. Mum had left about a half hour ago to talk to Uncle Ron and James was sitting next to me looking back and forth between the two of us.
"Where's my dad?" I finally asked, breaking the tension. Snape kept glaring at me.
"Well?" James said impatiently.
"How should I know?" He snorted.
"Well you did take over his body." I said annoyed.
"Do you remember anything from the afterlife?" James asked. He shook his head.
"No." He said, in an annoyed tone.
"Nothing? Not even a glimpse of a white light?" James continued.
"No." He said in annoyance. James sighed in defeat. It was really weird looking at my dad knowing that it wasn't really him.
"Where're your glasses? Can't you see?" James asked. I think Snape was getting annoyed with the game of 20 questions.
"I can see perfectly fine." He groused.
"But, my dad has horrible eye sight. Here." I grabbed my dad's glasses and walked over to Snape and gave them to him.
"I am not wearing these atrocious things." He said in disgust.
"Just humour us." I said annoyed. He put them on his face and then ripped them off.
"Your father does have horrible eye sight, but I can see perfectly fine without them." I narrowed my eyes and looked at him in confusion.
"Are you saying that his eye sight is... cured?" I asked hesitantly. Snape huffed in annoyance. The door to his room opened and my mum and Lily walked into the room.
"Daddy?" Lily asked hesitantly.
"No." Snape simply said.
"Oh." She walked over to James and sat on his lap.
"Where is he?" She asked curiously. Snape glared at her and Lily's eyes widened comically.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She told him and Uncle Ron, who had just walked into the room, had to stifle a laugh.
"That's a nice way of putting it." He said.
"Mr Weasley." Snape sneered, though the expression looked out of place on my father's face.
"Professor." He said. He sat down in front of the hospital bed.
"I'm just going to ask a few questions, so we can try and figure out what's going on."
"I already got the grand inquiry from these... children." His lip curled upwards. What was the deal with this guy? You'd think he'd be a little more cheerful coming back from the dead and all. Uncle Ron made a face. It would be really odd seeing your best friend sneer at his own children, even while possessed by an ill-tempered potion's master.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Uncle Ron asked.
"Nagini coming at me and killing me. Pity that the last thing I saw was the three of you." He paused, seemingly in thought. "Did Potter watch those memories?" Uncle Ron nodded sadly.
"I'm glad that he won." Snape said. Though he was staring at Uncle Ron, his eyes had a glossy look to them as though he was somewhere else. Uncle Ron seemed momentarily stunned by Snape's admission. Then he cleared his throat and continued questioning him.
"Do you know how you got here?" Snape snapped back to attention.
"No." He said.
"Do you know how we can get Harry back to his body?" Snape seemed to ponder this question.
"I might." He said finally. "I'll need to go to Hogwart's and retrieve my books. Whatever caused this to happen was dark magic. If I do not possess the correct books then I will retrieve them from Malfoy Manor. Draco owes me." Uncle Ron snorted but tried covering it up by coughing. Snape narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth as though to say something, and then promptly shut it.
"Once the Healer's release you we'll get to work. Hermione can help you." Uncle Ron said with a fierce determination. Snape didn't seem offended that no one wanted him to stick around with the living.
"Ah, the know-it-all." He said rolling his eyes. Uncle Ron's face turned to a deep red. Mum put her hand on his shoulder. I hadn't even realised she was back in the room.
"If I were polite I'd make up an excuse to get rid of you all. Considering I am not, I'd like some peace. Get out of my room." Snape suddenly said. Everyone seemed frozen. Uncle Ron's face turned a darker shade of red. Mum seemed offended but ushered us out of the room and Uncle Ron reluctantly followed us. Mum went back into the room alone and was there for about five minutes. When she came back she had a determined look on her face.
"We'll get you father back." She told us.
At home in my bed, I prayed that my father would return to us. Snape was a great disappointment. Ever since I found that box in the attic, I'd thought that having this man as my grand-father would be great. My father had told me stories about his bravery and sacrifices, I looked up to him. After meeting his portrait, I thought maybe if he'd been alive he would've been a better person than that grumpy portrait. It seemed that all he was, was a big fat disappointment. Though another part of me couldn't help thinking about how he could've become a bitter, angry man. From what little my father had told me about him I knew that he did have a pretty hard and unjust life. Maybe, after everything he'd been through he just didn't know how to be nice.