Harry groaned as he struggled to get off the cold hard ground. What happened? Did it work? Why did I pass out?
He sat up slowly, realizing that his eyeglasses were no longer placed upon his head. Harry look his hands and brushed them around the ground surrounding him, desperately trying to find the item that will help him regain his a rough object, he took it in his hands and placed it upon his head. Well at least I can see again.
He looked around. The room was practically the same as he last remembered it. Glancing around, he finally spotted Snape. Snape was on the ground, sprawled out, with his eyes closed tight. Bloody Hell. What if I killed my dad?
Harry rushed forward realizing the seriousness of the situation. He got to his dad and shock him. No response. Fuck.
"Dad, wake up! Please wake up," Harry exclaimed with a slight quiver in his voice.
Harry shook his dad desperately, letting his body swing from side to side. No response. Harry put his ring and middle finger up against his dad's neck. Thump Thump. He was living. He was okay.
Harry took a deep breath, sighing, with relief. I got to wake up Snape. I have a way. I don't want to do it though… but if I must. Harry cracked his knuckles with a huge smile on his face. He had always wanted to do this, ever since he was a kid. This was his chance.
He wound back his wrist to the sky and went in for the kill. He hit his dad square in the side of check creating a ripple that shock his father's face from his chin to his forehead.
Snape's eyes darted open instantaneously as he sat up quicker than a speeding bullet. "What the actually fuck?" Snape screamed, glancing at Harry with bugged eyes.
"I am sorry. You fainted. I had to do something." Harry whispered, backing away from his angry dad.
"Why did I faint? What happened? The last thing I remember was getting the tea from the kettle for breakfast. What the hell did you do?" Snape spat furiously as he grew closer to Harry.
"Dad. Nothing happened. I promise." Harry said, with tears streaming down his face. I hate lying to my dad. Why didn't the potion work? I did everything it said.
"Boy, do not lie to me. I know you well enough to know when you are telling a fib. Tell me what really happened, and I won't ground you for a month. No brooms. No outside. Just your homework and me all summer." Snape threatened, ready to show more force if needed.
"Alright, sir. I am sorry. I shouldn't have lied. I kind of...um... made a potion in your laboratory as a prank and put it into your tea." Harry whimpered.
"YOU DID WHAT? WHAT POTION?" Snape roared.
Harry backed up against the wall flattening himself against it. He knew he was in big trouble. He shouldn't have done what he did.
"It was a forget me not potion. I made it last night, left it in a teacup overnight, and put it into your tea brew about 10 minutes before you came down stairs to drink it. I am sorry. Obviously, it didn't work, so does it actually matter?" Harry questioned, bravely.
"It does matter! Do you even listen in my classes? You should know that certain potions will deteriorate overtime, which is why I guess yours didn't work the way you were expecting it. Adding heat could even speed up this process of decomposition as well. You could have easily messed up that potion though, and erased all my memories. What do you have to say for yourself?" Snape lectured, calming down a bit as his lecture went along.
"I am sorry, dad. I shouldn't have. At least nothing happened, though." Harry grumbled. He looked at his shoes, while the look of misery brushed over him. He looked almost like a sad clown.
"It is alright, but you need to understand the gravity of what you have done. You are grounded until further notice, understand?" Snape commanded.
"But dad! Haven't you done something like this when you were my age?" Harry argued, hoping with all his heart that he could get out of this scot-free.
Snape pondered for a second. What did I do when I was his age? Well, I went to Hogwarts…. I can't remember what happened. My memory can't be this bad. I am only 36. Unless… "Harry follow me! NOW!" Snape demanded, walking up the steep staircase towards his laboratory.
Harry followed quickly, afraid of what his dad may do next. What if he decides that what I did deserves more of a punishment? I can't deal with that. I am almost an adult. Harry gulped, following Snape closely.
Snape swung open his laboratory door furiously, slamming it into the wall, not giving a damn if a dent was made. He trudged forward towards the pensieve. Why was he doing that? The potion didn't work did it? Harry thought, anxiously.
Snape looked into the pensieve, impatiently waiting for the truth to be revealed, that his memory was just failing him. Unfortunately, when he looked down into the pensieve there were two different colored liquids, a green and a red one, swirling counterclockwise together. "Shit." Snape muttered.
"What? Wh-what is going on, daddy?" Harry stammered.
Snape clocked Harry on the side of his head. "Cut the bullshit. What is the first major memory you can remember? Like one that means a lot to you, that isn't just you learning to go potty."
Harry squinted his eyes at his father trying to think of a good one to say, thinking it may be some kind of trick question. He scanned his memory, for something to say. Harry gasped out loud. "Why can't I remember anything before my first day at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Why can't I remember anything from Hogwarts? I think your potion may have worked Harry… And it affected us both. Now we must go through the pensieve and retrieve both of our memories."
Author's Note: I want to thank you all for reading. It really does mean a lot to me. This is my first real fanfiction, and I will not be perfect by any sense of the word. Please just review/private message me and tell me what you like/hate so far. Love you all!