LLL- Ok everyone, we have another chapter. I tried to do it faster, like a turtle running or a tiger jogging.
Tigerstar- Or a warrior.. hehehe
Crookshanks: Did someone say warriors? That's my favorite book!
Tigerstar: uh... yeah. who are you?
LLL-...?
Crookshanks: *snarls angrily* None of your concern, you evil crowfood eater!
LLL-Whoa wait a minute. Who are both of you?
Tigerstar: *narrows eyes menacingly* watch your mouth, fox-hearted git!
LLL- I'm confused, is there a reason ya'll are here?
Tigerstar- I'm not sure. Is there?
LLL- Just give a disclaimer. Harry Potter.
Crookshanks- If you insist..
Tigerstar- She's talking to me
Crookshanks- Shut up you half whited, foot long pooper scooper
Tigerstar- Make me you butt crack smelling...
LLL- OK THAT'S ENOUGH. I don't own harry potter.
Tigerstar- Or Warriors
Crookshanks- Hey that was my line
Tigerstar- Haha too bad
LLL- Dear god, make them leave...
*Snape's POV*
I must have done this. No it wasn't me, it was those bloody twins. The aging potion was too strong, but this... this shouldn't have happened.
He moves and I get up and ease my way out of the room, peeking through the door. I wonder how he will act?
He sits up, rubs his head and looks down at his naked body in astonishment. He walks into my closet and pulls a Hogwarts uniform from out of scenic nothing. I can tell that it's a Ravenclaw uniform. He then walks into the bathroom and watching him just makes me sick, so I simply go to my desk. My mind is in complete disarray. What am I going to do? Hermione is going to kill me. I look up when my door opens and Dietrich walks out with his hair in a ponytail around his shoulder. I don't take my eyes off him because he seems a bit too casual, Like he's done this before.
"Professor Snape," his voice rings through my ears.
"Yes," I answer, so low I doubt he heard me.
"Did you rape me?"
"What," I snap. He can't be serious.
"Well I wake up in your sleeping quarters completely naked and slightly sore. Mind telling me how I got that way?"
His voice is sharp and cold, reminding me too much of Victoria. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Forget it," he snaps, as he begins to walk out of the room.
"Wait, where exactly are you going?"
"To the Ravenclaw Common Room. Where else?"
I say nothing and his cold red eyes burn into mine as he smirks at me. Then he's gone. I don't wait another second to go to Dumbledore's office. The school campus is still empty at this time and oddly, it's the best time of the day. After an exceptionally long walk, not running into any students, I make it to the large gargoyles.
"Lemon Drops." The gargoyle begins to slowly unravel revealing the stairs. As I reach the top, I realize that the doors to Albus's office are open, so I invite myself in. There he sits with his Phoenix on his shoulder.
"Greetings Snape, how can I assist you this morning."
"It's the baby."
"It's not a baby anymore?"
I stop talking in full shock. "You know?" He points his finger and sitting in a chair not too far from me is Dietrich. "How?"
"Well Flinch found him wondering in the halls and he said he was in the Ravenclaw house, but Flinch said he'd never seen him before."
"This is a large school, how could that squib know exactly what he's seen?"
"That's not the point of the matter. Tell me what happened Severus."
"An aging potion."
"A rather strong one I presume. And you made this yourself?"
"No."
"Then who exactly?"
"The Weasley Twins."
"Why didn't you make it yourself, potions master."
I look away from him. "If the baby aged a couple of months, I didn't want Hermione to track it back to me."
"So you were just trying to keep it away from her, but why did you want to do it to begin with."
"I can't take care a child. Do I look like a fatherly figure?"
"Why of course you do."
"…"
"You've taken care of Mr. Potter for Lilly, so I'm pretty sure you could do the same for your own, but you don't see him as a child do you?"
I shake my head while my nails dig into the flesh of my hand. "It's a monster, You just don't…."
"excuse me," Dietrich calls. "I have no clue what you two are talking about, but could you hurry it up? I don't want to be late for my classes."
"What classes!" I yell.
"Cut me a brake Professor Snape. Until fourth period, I should be free from you."
"What are you talking about? You weren't even made until…"
"Ok Severus," Dumbledore interrupts. "I have a feeling Professor Trelawney will be here soon, so please just let him go."
I shoot a glare at him. "Alright," I snap. Dietrich gets up and leaves. "I don't get it. How can that kid have thoughts and know anybody if he was just born?" Trelawney walks in, looking completely lost and confused at the ceiling.
"How may I assist you?"
"My apologies head master, but I just had a feeling and it led me here."
"Well it's good you came. Does the name Dietrich sound familiar to you?"
"Ooooohhh. That name. The name in the shadows, drifts slowly in the dark searching for a path to take."
"Good," I say sarcastically. "Do you remember the imitation souls you were making?"
"Why yes, Snape, I do."
"Well the truth is, you were making those souls so they could be consumed by a baby. A demon baby, but now he's not a baby anymore. He's a teenager and his name is Dietrich."
"What? How?"
"He swiped an aging potion, but that's beside the point. All we need to do is figure out how he can do so much if he couldn't even talk before the potion."
"This is bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad."
'Would you just spit it out?"
"The imitations souls are made from the blood and feelings of other students. That isn't his personality he's carrying on his shoulders, it's other students who have already graduated from this school as a 7th year."
"So does he know anything about himself being a Sirian?"
"I wouldn't say he knows the whole history, but he knows that he needs souls to survive and that might be the only really concerned issue being that I doubt any previous Hogwarts students have ever eaten souls."
I turn around without another word and walk out of the office. I don't buy it. He may have the outside of another person, but they are underestimating how strong he is. I know that look he gives me. Even as a child he has done it. And no matter what happens, there's no forgetting that look because only he can do it.
*Dietrich's POV*
I walk up the changing stairs and look at the walls around me. I wonder what that conversation was about and why did I have to be there? A girl from the Gryffindor house walks past me, then taps my arm. I turn and look at her. "Yes?"
"Are you new here? I don't believe I've ever seen you before."
"Well it is a big school."
"Yeah, but with hair like that I'd assume that you'd stick out… And what color are your eyes? That shade of green is amazing."
"Thanks, I guess."
"So what's your name?"
"Dietrich."
"Oh, well alright. I guess I'll see you around."
"Bye?" She walks away from me. How could she not have seen me before? I've seen her around. I Shrug off the situation and continue on the Ravenclaw Common Room. To be honest, my memories are a little fuzzy. Like how I got in Snape's bed this morning. There is nothing normal about that. And then he just acted normal about it. Obviously he knows something that I don't.
Eventually, I reach the Common Room door. The door has no knob, nor a keyhole. A brass lion knocker stares at me as I wait for it. The knocker yawns. "Well good morning my good fellow."
"Good Morning."
"Which came first," he asks. "The Phoenix or the flame?"
"A circle has no beginning," I reply to the riddle.
"Great choice of words my boy. Go on in." The door opens and I walk into the blue and silver Common Room. Some people are sitting at the tables conversating and it obviously switches to me when I'm seen. Without caring about them, I lay on the couch.
I sleep for an hour before it's actually time to go to class.
...
Yep, the classes sucked too. None of my teachers remembered me and the class wouldn't stop staring at me. I think it's my eyes, but they should be used to me. We've been together for 5 years…
Hmm… I don't even remember my eyes changing color through the year. Well, I've only got one class left to endure and that's Snape's class. I walk down the dungeon stairs and still, everyone is looking at me. This pisses me off. When I walk in the room, I see someone sitting in my seat. I walk over to him and he looks up at me.
"You're sitting in my seat," I tell him.
"No I'm not, I've been sitting here almost every day since 2nd year."
"No I have, now move it."
"Is something the matter?" A voice asks from behind me. That unmistakable, low rumble of a voice.
Without turning around, I reply, "No, nothing is wrong. Just trying to get my seat back."
"Please sit in the back of the room Mr. Dietrich." O wow and out of all the teachers who didn't remember my name, he's the one that does. With dissatisfaction, I listen to what he says and go to the back of the room. Hearing his voice makes me want to punch him in the face. It simply irritates me. He doesn't even lecture. All we do is read. If he's in a good mood.
When class is over, he asks me to stay back. Reluctantly, I do so, as he walks into his sleeping quarters. Finally, he returns, looking the same as when he'd left.
"So Dietrich, how was your day?"
"What's it to you?"
"You seemed angry when you got to my class."
I glare at him. "Doesn't matter."
"Are you starting to forget who you really are? Or does it seem like other people are forgetting." I look at him curiously, as those play on words were just too perfect.
"What do you know Snape."
"Oh nothing," he says sarcastically.
"I'm so confused," I whisper. "TELL ME!" At those words, glasses on shelves along the wall burst and the band holding my hair breaks, making it spread along my shoulders. Snape looks around the room and then at me in astonishment. Wind begins to blow and it appears to be a storm within the classroom, with black and purple clouds swirling above our heads. My blood feels as if it is boiling and needles are being shoved into my back. Papers fly around the room and Snape points his wand at me. Suddenly, everything stops. The papers fall the ground and my body cools at an alarming rate. My eyes lose focus and then everything is black.
...
*Snape's POV*
I look at him, still unconscious. After he passed out in my room floor, I brought him here, on the roof top of the Ravenclaw common room. I'm not sure what happened to him, but if I had to guess, I'd say that he's never used dark magic in this body before and it was too much for him to handle. Not to mention how powerful he is. I look up at the moon pondering my demon son. I've already decided how I will explain things to him, but have no idea what I'm going to say to Hermione.
My demon son. It makes me curious how much he actually does know about himself. Does he know he isn't human? When I went to aid him, he was on fire so I took off his clothes. (He is my son after all) I thought it'd be best if he cooled down, but when I did so, his back was bleeding. I'm not exactly sure why, but there were black pricks sticking out of it. It was as if needles were sticking into him from the inside.
My mind keeps referring to him as my son, but just a night ago, it wouldn't do that. I couldn't.
He moves slightly and groans, slowly his eyes open and I act like I don't see him, looking up at the sky. He sits up, rubbing his head.
"I feel like shit." He mumbles. He sees me and sighs out of annoyance. "Ugh old man, out of all people." I glare at him and he looks away. Finally he notices the obvious. "AH! Why am I naked? Ugh and my back hurts. What did you do to me old man? Rape?"
"Number 1, I did nothing. Number 2, you're not naked. Number three stop calling me old man."
"So does everybody wake up naked next to you or is it just me?"
"After you passed out, I saw that you were hot so I took off your shirt and brought you up here to rest. I was helping you."
"Helping or not man, that's still weird." A moment of silence passes as we both look into the sky until he speaks again. "Thank You."
"..."
"So do you know? What happened to me? What's going on with me?"
"Do you remember any of your childhood?" I ask him. Although I'm not making eye contact with him, I can feel his red ones burning a hole into the side of my face.
"Honestly, no. Not really."
"That's because you didn't have one."
"What are you saying?"
"Your parents didn't want you, so they pick pocketed personalities from multiple other people, with an aging potion and made you."
"Y-your lying."
"Why would I be lying? You know it makes sense. You've gone through all day thinking you know who you are, when it's obvious that no one else knows you."
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm living a lie. My life itself is a lie?"
"Well, when you put it that way..."
Dietrich stands up. "We're done here." I pull his arm back.
"No..."
"If nobody else knows me, then how do you know so much?"
"I work for a secret service in the wizarding world that deals with these things. Dumbledore as well."
He gets quiet again, bringing an uneasy feeling to my stomach. "Do you know who my parents are," he finally asks.
"No," I whisper.
"So if I'm not really me. Does that mean I don't go here."
"You can still attend Hogwarts, but there's nowhere for you to sleep. All Ravenclaw dormitories are full. Dumbledore has assigned you to sleep in my quarters until further notice."
"WHAT!"
"Oh hush it you bloody brat. I don't want it any more than you do."
"Whatever," he quickly changes the subject to something I figured he'd soon notice. "So what is this mark on my arm?"
I knew he'd ask me but that is something I didn't make up an answer for. "I'm not fully sure."
"I passed out in your room because I was exhausted. Does that happen to all wizards?"
"No. Only special ones."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"In due time, you will find out on your own. In the meantime, try not to do much magic, or get angry."
He lays back down with his arms behind his head. "Oh and Snape, something else kind of swayed me to believe what you said and maybe you can assist me."
"What might that be?"
"I don't have a wand."
I look at him. *-_-* His silver hair is spread out behind him as he stares at me through those glowing...blue eyes? "So what do you want me to do?"
"I don't know. Teach me how to do magic without one. Or maybe get me one." I don't answer him. What does blue mean again? Sad? Happy? Sincere?
Now they are changing in between the two colors of blue and green. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
That's when I realize (too late) that I'm staring at him. "Like what?"
"Damn pervert."
"Watch your mouth child." I growl.
"Yeah right old man. I needa watch my back when I sleep." Those were the last words to leave his mouth before 2 hours of moon watching silence. He rolls over and unintentionally falls asleep. I notice that his back is no longer bleeding but the needles are still noticeable. I wonder what they are. Letting the thought leave my mind, I tie up his hair and use a levitating charm to get him back to my room.
I lay him in bed. He can never know the truth that I, Severus Snape, am his father.
LLL- I actually really enjoyed developing the relationship between Snape and Dietrich in this chapter. Hope everyone else liked it. Oh and 5 DAY HARRY POTTER WEEKEND ON ABC march 16th 2012 through march 13th 2012. I've been watching all weekend so far. So awesome, but anyways, review.