Harry watched from his place at the table as the only black-robed man among the professors, Severus Snape ate leisurely, seemingly oblivious to the look the eleven-year-old was giving him. Harry looked away when he felt his teacher might have noticed him, however he looked back at him after a few seconds as he had been doing for fifteen minutes.

"Harry!" Hermione called, "why are you looking at Professor Snape?

Harry looked back at her and grimaced, he hadn't told them about the memory that had popped up in his mind the night before. And he planned not to say anything, at least not to Hermione since she kind of disliked him.

" no reason

Hermione gave him a suspicious look.

"Are you sure? You seemed lost in thought," the witch exclaimed as she finished her juice.

Ron stopped eating to look at the girl angrily.

"What do you care if he looks at it or not? Leave him alone Hermione," Ron growled angrily.

Hermione glared at him and got up from the table, walking away from them. Ron gave him a smile and continued eating until there was nothing else on his plate. Once it was all over he reached out his hand to grab some sausages from the platter. harry stopped him

" we have class Ron, we can't keep eating "

Ron looked at him sadly, he was hungry! Harry dragged his new friend towards the corridors of Hogwarts, as they walked Harry took the class schedule out of his pocket and looked at it, Ron approached him to look also while they were still walking

"We have Charms, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions," Harry recited.

" Potions? But we had yesterday! Ron complained.

"I know," Harry commented, ignoring his friend's complaint.

They entered the Charms room where Professor Flitwick was waiting for them on his desk. Ron and Harry sat down away from Hermione and as far back as possible in the classroom. Harry tried to concentrate on what his teacher was saying but it was impossible, his mind traveled over and over again to the memory he had seen yesterday. What should I do? Going to tell his teacher that he clearly hated him that he was his father? No, I would definitely use it as potion ingredients. So what should I do? He had told her that when she was soon she was to help him remember, to remember that she loved him, even though she didn't really seem to love him very much. Although he had also said that when he was ready, and if he was sincere, he still wasn't. Did he really want the dungeon bat like his father? To a teacher? Hermione would be very pleased but he wasn't her. He looked up when he felt someone touch his shoulder.

—Harry! Are you planning to stay here?" Ron asked.

"We're in class Ron," he replied looking at his blank parchment

Ron looked at him like he was crazy.

- class just finished friend -

Harry looked around the class and realized that he was the only one still sitting in the seat, everyone else had already left, only Ron and him were left. He threw all his things in his backpack and went out with his friend who was telling him how horrible the class had been.
So they studied class by class until the dreaded potions class, which was the last one they had. Harry set out with his friend towards the dungeons but soon Hermione ran past them, but stopped halfway to look at Harry as if he had grown a second head. She opened her mouth to say something but caught the look Ron was giving her and shook her head and continued on her way.

" What happens? She's crazy," Ron commented, watching the witch run down the stairs at full speed.

"I guess that's what girls are like," Harry whispered.

They went down the last flight of steps from the dungeons and in front of the potions room were all the Slytherins and Gryffindors gathered. Harry and Ron moved away from them to avoid trouble. Harry felt someone watching him, he really hated that feeling. He turned his head in the direction where he felt they were looking at him and noticed Draco Malfoy glaring at him with hate but there was something beyond the hate, Harry narrowed his eyes until he felt a poke in his ribs. He frowned at Ron and Ron waved him forward, Harry looked straight ahead noticing Professor Snape looking at him as if he wanted to skin him alive. Without saying a word the teacher moved away from the entrance of the room and all his students entered and sat in silence. Severus moved to the front of the class and pointed his wand at the blackboard.

"Today they will be making this potion, the instructions are on the blackboard, the ingredients are in the cupboard "the cupboard doors opened" start, you have one hour "

The only thing that was heard were the movements of the students to go get the ingredients, and then the sound of chopping, crushing and crushing various ingredients. Harry lit the fire and began chopping the ingredients in order. Meanwhile he watched Ron out of the corner of his eye, his friend had an expression of complete confusion, Harry chuckled.

"First you have to add the rat tail," Harry instructed, "no Ron, not the whole one!" Only half!

- How do you know what's going on? - asked the astonished redhead - it's the first time we've done it

Harry shrugged, potions seemed easy to him.

- it seems to me...

"Mr. Potter," a cold voice whispered, "do you want to share your interesting conversation with your friend with the class?"

Harry looked into his professor's black eyes and flinched at the pure hatred that radiated from them. I looked down and shook my head.

"Potter verbal response," Severus admonished coldly.

— no da...sir —

The Slytherin students began to laugh at the slip of the savior of the wizarding world. Draco stopped laughing and looked at his enemy with a quizzical look.

"Tell me, Potter, do you need a father so much that you almost told Professor Snape father?" Draco sneered from his seat.

Harry turned to face him.

- that's not true Malfoy! Harry snarled, glaring at him.

Draco's smirk widened further.

— then, what should I understand by the word "da"? —

Harry racked his brain for a suitable word to replace the slip he had commented on. The Slytherins laughed again and Harry glared at Draco who was staring at him waiting for an answer.

"Mr. Potter," Snape's voice was so cold it could have melted Antarctica itself, "do you think you have the right to come to my class and confuse me with your idiot father?"

— no sir, I... —

- Silence Potter! Snape growled and placed both hands on the armrest of the seat, bringing his face closer to the boy.

"I won't tolerate that disrespect in my Potter class," Severus whispered, "and unless you come calling me "father" and confusing me with James Potter.

- I don't...-

- silence! —

"Let me explain Snape!" Harry growled.

Harry saw his father's eyes flash dangerously and knew he had gone too far, even though he hadn't really done anything wrong.

"Potter detention, today after dinner," Severus informed, straightening his posture and looking at the class.

Harry glared at him but said nothing. Forty-five minutes later the class was called off, and the students came out of the dungeons as if the devil himself was after them, at least the Gryffindors.
Harry and Ron headed for their common room and plopped down on the easy chair in front of the fireplace. Ron settled himself so that he could watch his new friend, after a few minutes Harry snapped

"why are you looking at me?

"Well. I was trying to figure out how you mistook the giant dungeon bat for James Potter," Ron replied, sitting up straighter.

Harry made a face

"I didn't confuse him with James Potter," Harry answered annoyed.

Ron opened his mouth like a fool.

"Don't you call James daddy?" asked Ron, surprised.

Harry looked at him for a few seconds, suddenly nervous.

"I...I don't remember Ron." I was a baby when I killed Vol... The One Who Should Not Be Named — he ran a hand over his scar — I don't remember anything about him, I only remember my uncles.

Ron looked at him sadly, but then frowned again.

"Still... If you don't remember your father, why did you call Snape that?" Ron asked, even more confused.

Harry's hands began to sweat and writhe in his lap. How would Ron react if he told him what he had remembered? Should I tell him? Would you know to keep that a secret? Should he tell his dad first? Or should I never tell him anything? What would Snape think if he found out that his son was the savior of the wizarding world? would you want it? No, of course I wouldn't. He had seen her eyes today, how they looked at him with utter hatred. There was not a trace of the love and care that had once been in her gaze when she had watched him as a child. Still, he didn't remember that it was his son, so maybe if he knew the truth he would make the man love him back, right?

"Harry?" Ron called, waving a hand in front of his face.

Harry's vision came back into focus and he looked at his friend.

"are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine." He got up from the chair and grabbed his backpack. "I have to go, I don't want to be late for Snape's detention and earn another punishment."

Ron started to open his mouth to reply but Harry had already crossed the picture of the Fat Lady. He shook his head looking at the clock, dinner still to come and then Harry's detention. But he did not care, he knew that Harry ate little in his meals, maybe he would eat some bread with juice and go to the punishment of the giant bat

"Good luck friend," Ron whispered as he also left the Gryffindor common room.

Neither Ron nor Harry noticed the analyzing look of a certain bushy-haired witch who was watching them from her place at the table, and who had listened to the entire conversation.

Author's note: A thousand apologies for the inconvenience I've been having with the chapters. It's the first time I use fanfiction to publish a story, and let's add the fact that my native language is not English but Spanish... I'll do better next time, just give me time to get used to this page :( Thank you for notifying me of my mistakes