Harry closed the book he was reading and set it aside. Looking at the stack of books he had already read, he made a face, so many books and none of them said why he looked more like James and not his father. It was obvious that they did it with magic, so they must have gotten the information from a book, but which one? It must be in the Hogwarts library, there was everything there. She had already searched half the library in every free time she had, and found nothing. He got up from the ground where he was and put the books one by one while looking at other titles, none caught his attention. I keep the last book and look up, there was a sign that said: Section prohibited. forbidden? Why couldn't it happen? Harry looked at the pile of books, maybe there could be the answer he was looking for! I look back to see the librarian sitting at her desk, concentrating on a book. He wasn't looking, so he decided to go inside. He went through the shelves and took out some books that were of interest to him, which were more or less ten books. He was opening and reading from above the index of books. Until in one a title caught his attention: glamor spell", he looked at the page number and looked for it in the book, once he found it he read what the page said.

"The glamor spell is used to change a person's appearance, generally it lasts as long as the wizard/witch wants. It is illegal to use it on babies..."

That's why he looked like James Potter, he had a glam on! But for some reason it was disappearing, how did I stop it? His biological father couldn't find out anything! I continued reading the book to see if I found anything useful

"If for some reason the glamor spell is used for too long, it will start to wear off if the person who cast it doesn't cast it again or keep it up."

Harry frowned, who had put the spell on him? Had it been his mother or had it been Snape? Or maybe James? Whether it had been his mother or James was really at a loss. They couldn't get back on again, however if it had been her teacher, even though that was impossible, her mother had erased her memory before she had time to even do anything about it. He closed the book and put all the others away, but when he turned to put the last one away, a teacher was holding the book. He was stunned when he saw who it was.

"Mr. Potter," Snape's icy voice whispered, "so in the forbidden section, right?"

Harry swallowed hard, it was two weeks since he had spent his first detention with his teacher. I couldn't have another!

"I'm sorry I..." Harry stammered.

Severus arched an eyebrow in response, and Harry fiddled with the hem of his robes.

Potter arrest. Snape snarled. "There's a reason the 'Forbidden' section is called that." Today after dinner.

Harry nodded and ran out of the library, receiving a nasty look from the librarian. Meanwhile Snape turned the book over and looked at the title: Advanced Spells. The boy was looking at advanced spells? He doubted that the James Potter brat would willingly learn anything on his own. Even so, a strange sensation crossed his mind, opening the book he saw the child's marked page: the glamor spell. Why was the boy interested in this particular spell? Wasn't he happy to be just like his father?

"The boy doesn't want to be the same as his father. He told you so last time" his conscience whispered.

He narrowed his eyes and slammed the book shut. Putting it in its place, he walked out of the library towards the dungeons. The boy had had a strange attitude towards him since almost the beginning of school, he looked at him strangely and was very aware of him, and no child was aware of him! In fact, they would rather face a Dragon than be close to it, or even get close. He made it to his office and closed the door behind him once he entered. Sitting in his chair in front of the desk, he began to think about Saint Potter, the boy was extremely short for his age, in fact his classmates were well ahead of him, he had realized in the Great Hall that the brat ate extremely little, a baby bird would eat more than him. He had also noticed that he didn't like sudden movements around him, as he would shiver slightly. He had been watching him since he arrived at Hogwarts, he was the son of James Potter, the boy would get into serious trouble like his father, and he would not allow that. He had promised to protect him, and the brat wouldn't make his job any more difficult than it already was, if he had anything to say. So when he got to the castle he had watched him closely, so far he hadn't gotten into trouble, but it was a matter of time.

Harry for his part flung himself onto the couch as soon as he entered his common room. He couldn't believe he was having another detention with Snape when he had already had one two weeks ago. And just by reading a book! Although he was in the forbidden section, he had found the answers he was looking for, but a new problem had also arisen: he could not cast the glamor spell on him again, which meant that he was doomed to disappear and look like his father. real. A small jolt to his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Harry, we have to go to dinner," Hermione called.

Harry got up from the chair and followed Ron and Hermione into the dining room. These weeks that had passed since she entered Hogwarts, Ron and he had decided to give Hermione a chance, it was clear that the girl wanted to make friends but didn't know how. Yes, she was insufferable and a know-it-all but maybe they could change her a little, not much. Besides, he always let them copy in their homework. The trio sat at the Gryffindor table and began to fill their plates with food, Hermione gave him a disapproving look as she saw Ron fill his plate to the top, Harry imitated her action and Ron suddenly looked up at him and frowned.

"What?" Harry asked annoyed, lately many were looking at "him like that

Ron shook his head as if trying to get some crazy idea out of his mind.

"For a moment, when you frowned, you looked like Snape," Ron commented, looking at him carefully. "Actually... No. Nothing, friend."

Hermione handed Harry a drink out of nowhere, and Harry looked at her in confusion. But when she took the cup Hermione slipped a small note into her hand. Harry put the glass down on the table after giving it a drink and opened the note under the table.

For some strange reason you're looking more and more like Professor Snape. Is there something you haven't told me?

Harry crumpled the letter and put it in his pocket, he shouldn't find out anything. That she had recently become friends with him did not make her a candidate to know his secrets. After dinner was over, the newly formed gold trio headed towards the common room, Ron stopping when he didn't see Harry following them.

" Harry friend, are you coming? "

" eh no. I have detention," Harry replied, heading towards the dungeons.

Ron frowned.

"again with Snape? " he complained " seriously, he has a mania for you friend

Harry shrugged and continued on his way after saying goodbye to his friends. As he descended the last step of the stairs leading to the dungeons, someone grabbed his shoulder.

"Harry," Hermione's voice called.

Harry faced her

" that?"

Hermione squirmed under the look Harry was giving her, which conveniently reminded her a lot of her potions teacher's sneer. Taking a breath, Hermione looked at her friend with certainty.

"Maybe the others didn't realize it yet, but every day that passes you look more like Professor Snape Harry," the witch began to say, "and that can't be a coincidence, there has to be a reason."

"Hermione what..."

" that and you called him dad that day in class. Not to mention that you address James, your supposed father by name instead of dad. Hermione confronted.

Harry stared at her for a moment before answering.

"The potions class was a mistake, Hermione," he snapped angrily, "and recently I found out that James Potter wasn't the person I thought he was. There are no hidden secrets Hermione.

Hermione stared at him until Harry couldn't take the silence any longer.

" Calling a person you don't know "dad" is not a "mistake" Harry " commented the witch with a frown " and what about your appearance? That is never a coincidence, not even in the wizarding world.

Harry looked at his watch, it was already past the detention time. Harry spun around, intending to leave but Hermione stopped him.

"Harry! Hermione exclaimed furiously. "It's rude to leave a girl standing up in the middle of a conversation."

Harry faced her

" and meddle in the lives of others as well "

Hermione took a few steps forward.

"The more you try to hide something, the faster the truth will come out." Hermione stood in front of her new friend.

"Alright. Do you want to know?! Snape is my father, my biological father. Happy? Now leave me alone Hermione! " growled the eleven-year-old boy running towards his potions teacher's office.

Hermione smiled and headed up the stairs to her common room. Neither of the two children noticed the person hiding in the shadows, their gray eyes wide in shock.