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Albus POV

The last few days working with Snape have been surprisingly nice. At first he didn't really like or tolerate me and he made it abundantly clear. But, after I proved myself to him that I could be a good assistant he warmed up to me (even laughed). It was very strange working with him because I have to cautious around him. Sometimes I forget it's not my dad that I'm talking to. He still doesn't like James or mum but he surprisingly likes my annoying sister. He really likes to complain too... about everything! He once complained that my dad's eyebrows were too thick. He's also very picky with his food; he's worst then Lily! He doesn't like the crust, mustard or onion on the sandwiches the house elves bring for us. Lily will even eat the crust on the sandwiches! The man is an enigma.

I woke up early this morning to start reading Mr Malfoy's journals. I was just at the point of closing the book to leave when I looked to the next page and saw an interesting title for a spell. I read through it and afterwards I could do nothing by stare at it with my mouth wide open. The entry I had just read was exactly what we were looking for.

"Mum! Mum, I think I've found the spell they used on dad!" I sprinted out of my room and ran to my mum who was preparing breakfast. I shoved the book under her nose.

"Albus, what are you doing? I'm cooking right now." She scolded.

"Mum I found the entry on how to get dad back!" I yelled.

"What?" She grabbed the book from my hands and read it.

"Oh my God!" She cried.

"Al... Oh my God." She was actually crying now, with a hand over her mouth. She turned to me and gave me an air restricting kind of hug.

"We have to go tell Snape."

"Yeah, I'm gonna go do that now. I was thinking of going alone though, since he needs to find out about you-know-what." She stared at me for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I love you. Be careful." She said fiercely as she kissed my forehead.

"Yes, mum, I always am."

"I'm going to tell your Aunt and Uncle. They'll be here when you get back. Bring Snape with you for dinner!"

"Okay, bye!" I flooed to the school, ran past Headmistress McGonagall and ran to the dungeons without even breaking a sweat! I told Severus about the entry. Unfortunately, I had momentarily forgotten the important fact that he wouldn't have necessarily connected this spell to what had happened with him and my dad because he didn't know he was y dad's bio-dad. When I told him they were related he looked panicked. Thank God I gave him the diary because I really didn't feel like explaining it to him. I left Snape's room as quickly as I could. Once he is done reading the diary and processing what it means, things are going to be awkward.

On my way to the school library I crossed paths with McGonagall.

"Mr. Potter, why are you not continuing your research with Mr. Snape?"

"I am. I just need to go to the library. We found an article that sounds a lot like the spell my dad was hit with. There was an article at the end of it, so I'm looking for it. It was written in the 1100's. Do your records go back that far?"

"Yes, of course. They go back as far as 803 AD." She said, looking slightly shocked.

"I'm not doing anything at the present time. I can assist you. Two is better than one, as the muggles say." She said giddily with a broad smile on her face.

"Oh! I'm so glad..." She continued. "Do you think your father would accept the post of Defense against the Dark Arts? I've been itching to ask him for years but he's always seemed to enjoy his post tremendously. Now that he's a bit older he might consider it."

"Uh... I don't know. Maybe?" I said, confused by her excited demeanor and change of subject.

"Well? Let's get on with it. The sooner the better!"

"Right." And so, began our search.

Harry POV

"What was Snape like when he was a kid?"

"Very unhappy. His father hit him and his mother. His mother... she was indifferent about him. You can imagine what that would do to a young boy."

"Yeah." I said nodding, knowing all too well that kind of treatment.

"Oh, Harry. I'm sorry. I know my sister wasn't very kind to you." I snorted.

"Kind? Sometimes I didn't get to eat for days; I was treated like a house elf, beaten up by Uncle Vernon and bullied by Dudley. Yeah, Aunt Petunia wasn't very kind." Mum stared at me, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Was it that bad?"

"Yeah, some days were better than others. At least they didn't make me sleep in a shed." There was a moment of silence as we both starred into the lake.

"I thought you would have known that stuff, you know, from watching me."

"I wish I had known. But, no. I cannot see everything that happens in your life. Time here, like I said, is different. I only got to see some moments in your life and we were always there whenever you needed us the most. I was there when Petunia hit you with a pan and when your cousin embarrassed you in front of your peers and even when you lost your pet spider." I laughed wetly.

"He was my only friend back then." Her smile disappeared again.

"Mum, don't feel bad. It's not your fault and look I turned out great." She gave me a small smile.

"You and Severus are very much alike. I wish he hadn't been so cruel to you in school, maybe you would have gotten to know each other. Alas, no amount of wishing can change the past." She said with a sigh. I nodded in agreement.

"Do you think... do you think he would have liked me better if I didn't look so much like dad?" She thought for a bit.

"I'd like to think so. James and the Marauders had been very cruel to him in school. Severus was different because he was poor and didn't have proper social skills from being raised in a broken home. The boys didn't understand him, so they made fun of him. Looking at you was a reminder of that torment. He had a soft spot for your eyes though." She smiled. "I think he would have been puzzled if you looked any different but still clueless as to your paternity. Maybe he would have treated you the same because he thought you were James' son or maybe he would have treated you more nicely if you looked like me, because he would see you as my son. But, Severus is the only one who could really know the answer to your question, Harry."

"What do I really look like?" I blurted out.

"Do you really want to know?" I thought about it.

"Yes."

"Look into the lake." She said with a smile. I looked and then I gasped.

I didn't look all that different. My eyes were still green and my hair was still black, just a little more tame. My lips, eyebrows and eye shape were all the same. My nose was a little larger, my cheek bones more pronounced and I actually had freckles. The changes were very subtle and I still looked like me.

"Stand up." My mum said. I did as she told me.

"Step onto that rock." I took my shoes and socks off and stood on the rock.

"Now look down." I did and I was able to see my whole body. I was taller, maybe by three inches, there wasn't that much of a difference. I was leaner and oddly enough, my fingers were longer. When I looked at my whole body though, I looked the same as always.

"This is amazing." I said.

"Yes, it is. You look more like me then I expected." She said with a laugh. I stared into the lake for a little bit longer. I had been expecting to be disgusted by my appearance but I was surprised that I actually liked it.

"Harry, it's almost time to go." Mum said gently as she looked at the setting sun.

"There's one more place we need to go before you leave."

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