Chapter 6

For everyone still reading, thank you. It's been hard to write lately and I've been having doubts about this story but I think I know where I'm going with it now so please keep reading and reviewing

I'm going to try something new today and go into Snapes pov for the first half of this chapter. I don't know why I am, and I don't think I'll do it again but I'm just testing things out I've never written before so sorry if it sucks.

Severus Snape sat at his desk in his quarters marking third year essays. It was well after curfew and Snape decide it was probably best to get them out of the way before morning.

So far things had been going well. Four Gryffindor had already failed which made Snape grin with malice as he wrote rather unpleasant comments on Oliver Woods's essay, But after some of his Slytherins essay begun to lack high grade his mood begun to turn sour.

A sudden harsh banging noise at his door made him jump and spill all his ink onto the floor, Snape looked at the mess a swiftly vanished it away with his wand.

Whoever it is will be losing at whole load of points for making this sort of racket. Snape thought as he stormed to his office door.

Snape ripped the door open and was about to demand who dare be out of bed this hour but stopped at the sight before him.

Standing at his door dripping in sweat was Marcus Flint his wand loosely in his hand.

"I'm sorry sir; I didn't mean to get him into a coma! The mudblood won't die will he?"Flint said this all at the alarming fast rate that Snape barely caught the words coma and die.

Snape didn't think twice and grabbed the boy by the collar and yanked him into his office closing the door quietly.

"Take a seat Flint" Snape said seating himself behind his own desk.

Flint who wasn't use to being manhandle by anyone glared at Snape and begun to pace around the room.

"I didn't mean for him to fall! I didn't see the bloody stairs, and yeah maybe I beat him up a bit but the little prick had it coming!" said Flint in an oddly high pitched voice for a fifteen year old boy.

Snape would have laughed at how scare the pure-blooded boy looked if he didn't know how serious things suddenly had become.

"You idiot!" Snape yelled when he finally understood what Flint was talking about.

"I told you only to stun him! And then call a teacher!" Snape screamed at flint.

"I thought you knew sir, all the students do" Flint spoke in a tiny whisper.

"Well I'm sorry I don't keep up with Hogwarts gossip" spat Snape.

Flint looked truly scared something that Snape took a little joy in, let the boy be afraid, he should be.

"What now sir" Flint asked in an even smaller voice.

"I don't know Flint, you couldn't even follow and simple Order, something that I thought your family was good at"

Snape hoped that the thick Boy got his meaning. The flints were strong Dark Lord Followers back in the day, and there was no doubt in Snape's mind that Flint Snr had taught his son to follow in his footsteps.

Flint faces turn from fear into absolute horror at Snape's words.

"Leave Flint, I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble but mark my words this is far from over" Snape said in a menacing voice which to Snape's satisfaction made what little colour that was left in the boys face disappear.

Flint turned on his feet and bolted out of the office with speed Snape didn't think possible for the large boy.

Snape slammed the office door and slumped down into a chair near his fireplace.

Snape rubbed his temple trying to relax the headache that was already forming.

Everything was ruined, House was supposed to be stunned and then Flint was going to call a teacher then House was going to be brought to hospital wing were the small cuts and bruises would defiantly warrant him a stay overnight

But no. The idiot boy had gone over the top and had almost killed the House boy completely forgetting about his orders.

He was only meant to lightly hurt the boy AND then pluck some hair out of his head but now everything was messed up.

Snape groaned as he realised The Headmaster would have to be informed of his plans.

Maybe thought Snape I could tell him the truth, tell him that House isn't who he thinks he is.

Snape grabbed his cloak and ran out of his office.

It was time to face the music.

Albus Dumbledore sat at his large desk in his large office surrounded by portraits of former headmasters which where staring at him inquisitively.

Ablus was tired, today had be a particularly long day consisting of, one minor broom accident, two blown up toilets courtesy of weasley y twins.

Oh and of cause there was also the peeves incident which had flinch screaming his lungs out near class rooms.

And of course there was the Gregory House incident.

So far the school year was already full speed with craziness and Harry Potter was still a year away from arriving! Ablus thought to himself.

A bang at his door make Dumbledore flinch slightly. The old man was in no mood for visitors at this late hour, even if he did have the reputation for his door always being open, tonight was just not a good night.

"Come in" said Dumbledore in flat tone.

Snape stalked in walking straight up to the headmaster's desk.

"Severus! What brings you here at this late hour" asked Dumbledore thinking at the same time it was quite normal for the potions master to be up this late.

"I must tell you something, you may think I'm crazy, and I can't prove it yet" Snape rushed out.

Dumbledore just smiled. "Severus I'm sure whatever it is you will find a way to prove it, but instead of rushing around my office like you have had too much fire whisky why don't you take a seat and tell me everything."

Snape didn't look convinced but he still took a seat in front of Dumbledore desk.

Snape sat silent for a few minutes he didn't move once but finally he decided to speak "What I have to say will affect a lot of people if it gets out, I'm not even sure it's worth talking about"

"Whatever it is Severus I will help you"

Snape looked everywhere but Dumbledore. For a moment he felt like a teenager again sitting in Dumbledore's office trying to tell the truth about who had been bullying him, but always chickening out in fear of what Potter and Black would do if They found out.

Snape took a deep breath. He wasn't a kid anymore, this was real life and it was time to face the fallout of his discovery

"I after much consideration Headmaster I am quite sure that Gregory House is infact a Potter"

Snape quickly looked to see a reaction from the old man.

Dumbledore smiled sadly, "Ah my dear Severus, I already know".

Okay guys that all till later I'm afraid.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes but I didn't have a lot of time.