Hmm. Got the rest of the chapter, and all. It's not much, but grade 11 has been demanding quite a lot of my time recently. I'll delete the previous chapter when the next one is updated.
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"You heard what I said." Harry raised an eyebrow at Severus, and smirked, challenging him to say something. "So, what are you going to do about it…Uncle?"
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Severus made his way over to Harry and sat down in the chair next to his bed. He looked strangely calm, Harry thought, as if he had been expecting something like this to happen for an age.
"Did Dumbledore tell you?" Severus asked quietly. Harry shook his head.
"No. After I found out about my being related to the Founders…it made me wonder what else I didn't know. So, I decided to do a little research."
"Research?" For a moment the Professor looked surprised. "We really did underestimate you, didn't we?" Harry shrugged, unsure of how to answer the question. To his surprise Severus let out an explosive sigh and tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling. It surprised Harry to see a trait of his own being used by the Professor, for even though he knew that they were related he still struggled to see the similarities.
"You know, I've been expecting something like this for years, and I've always dreaded it. Now that it has happened, though, it doesn't seem so bad," Severus said. He looked back at Harry, and cocked an eyebrow. "Do you know the entire story, or just that I'm related to you?"
"I know pretty much everything, I think." Harry looked down into his lap. "It explains a lot of things, anyway."
"Really. Like what?"
Harry looked up and stared straight at Snape. "Like why you hated me."
The expressions that crossed Severus' face were interesting, to say the least. Surprise, denial, acceptance and then an emotion that looked suspiciously like regret.
"I truly didn't set out to hate you, you know. You acted so much like your father, though, and I knew that you had the brains to do better at school but you just didn't seem to want to." He shrugged. "And then there were the friends you chose."
"Ron and Hermione?" For a moment Harry couldn't see how that would make Snape hate him, then he understood. "Sirius and Remus."
"Exactly. The 'Dream Team' revived." Severus gave a bitter laugh. "You have no idea how much I hated them."
"Well, there was the whole thing with the Potter family and then there was the thing with Remus…"
Severus laughed. "There's more to it than that, Mr Potter, and before you ask, no I'm not going to tell you."
"Why not? I'll just find out anyway."
"No, you won't." Severus' face was serious. "The reason being that only Remus, Sirius and I know about it, and I doubt either of them would tell you to protect themselves. So, you see, there isn't any way you can find out. At any rate, you won't be able to go searching for information until you're out of the Hospital Wing, and that means you'll need your rest. Go to sleep." With that Snape stood and moved once again towards the door.
"Wait! I mean…um…" Harry bit his lip. "How…are things going to be now? I don't…I can't…Oh, shit." Harry's hands were shaking, and he felt something cool slide down his face. He raised his hand to his cheek, and when he looked at it there was a droplet of liquid on it.
"Tears…but why? I don't understand…"
Severus turned back to face Harry in time to hear him mumble something under his breath. He was staring at his hand, his face white as a sheet and his eyes wide.
"Harry?" Snape asked, stepping towards him. Harry looked up.
"Yes?" He looked confused, but suddenly his eyes narrowed and a clarity came to them as he reached out sharply for something Severus couldn't see. "No!"
There was a ripping noise, and a portion of the air in front of Harry shimmered. It parted, spun for a moment and then a young boy shot through into Harry's arms. It shrieked and tried to jump back through the hole, but Harry held on tight.
"Let me go! Let me go! Mummy!"
"You can't!" Harry screamed at it, his eyes clenched shut. "If you do, he'll get you too and I won't let that happen!"
The hole hung there for a moment, swirling uncertainly, before closing with another ripping noise. The child slumped in Harry's arms, whimpering softly. Harry's arms loosened and he placed the toddler on the side of the bed before falling back, his eyes dull and breathing shallow. He turned his head to the side and stared at Severus.
"Voldemort was going to kill him. I couldn't let that happen…"