Congratulations, Harry! You're a Snape!

"No... no..." Harry moaned before bolting up straight in his cot. He looked around, wide-eyed, and tried to slow his breathing. Once he did, he noticed that his mouth was dry. Unlike their Hogwarts dorms, Ron's room didn't have a pitcher of water right at hand.

Harry was debating whether he should or shouldn't go down to the kitchen. He could just go to the bathroom, but he felt like good water, not bathroom water. He got up and put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. It wouldn't do to be caught in only his boxers, whether or not he had gotten toned from years of hard labor and Quidditch.

Before leaving for the kitchen, he sat on his cot and thought about his dream. There had been his parents, Cedric, and Sirius. All of them were blaming him for their deaths. They all said that it was his fault, and that they were only trying to protect The-Boy-Who-Lived. His scar was prickling, but he doubted it had been Voldemort who planted the pictures in his mind, but there was no doubt that he had been watching it. Must've been why his scar was prickling, he was happy with what he saw.

Perhaps they were right, maybe it was his fault that they were all dead. They were, after all, just trying to protect him. If it weren't for him, they'd all be alive.

All though times when he blamed himself, there had always been a part of him that said it wasn't his fault. Once he started to blame himself, a small voice inside his head said, "They loved you. Your parents and Sirius loved you enough to sacrifice themselves. Don't waste their gifts. Live. Don't let their deaths bring you down, they wouldn't have wanted it to." Another small part of Harry believed this, but the rest didn't accept it.

The rest of Harry asked, "What if we just ended it all? It wouldn't be so bad, would it?"

The small voice grew larger and angrier. It said, "Oh, that's perfect! If that happens than the whole world will be doomed! Voldemort will kill all of your friends, and Hermione will be first.

Before the other part of Harry could think up of an answer, Harry heard voices from the kitchen. It was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but their tones were worried. Did it have something to do with him? His new appearance did startle him to no extent, but he had thought that it was just a curse or trick from the twins. No one seamed worried about it during the day. Perhaps that was a sign that it was probably the twins...

Then again... it may be permanent... Nah, he thought. The twins would never do something so extreme that it's effects were permanent. Especially something like this. Harry would've asked the twins if they had done this, but never got a chance to. If he wasn't eating, he was being fussed over by Mrs. Weasley, or watching the twins set off the fireworks. The only sign that they gave that told him that they noticed the change had been the glances all throughout the day. Someone was always watching him out of the corner of their eye.

Just in case, he thought, I'll talk to Dumbledore after I talk to the twins tomorrow. That is, only if I still look like this after I wake up.

Harry didn't want to disturb the Weasleys by getting a glass of water. Although, if he did go then it would be an excuse. He could say that he wasn't spying, he was just getting a glass of water. Harry was still having a mental war with himself, when he heard two new voices. One was definitely Professor Dumbledore, he'd notice the voice anywhere. He couldn't quite place who the other voice was. It seamed as though he had heard the voice for years... but he just couldn't place it.

Finally, Harry got up and decided that he wanted to hear more. Quietly, he went to the stairs, mentally highlighting the ones to avoid, the ones that squeaked when stepped on. After the first of six flights of stairs, he could hear the voices more clearly. He heard his name mentioned, but couldn't make anything else. He was intent to find out who the other voice belonged to. Two flights later, he made out that the other voice belonged to Snape. He should've known that. After all, he did look like him, maybe he was being warned.

Harry was trying to make out what they were saying, but didn't make any of it out. He was too busy trying not to make any noise. When he was atop the last flight, he heard exactly what Dumbledore was saying. He started down the last flight and heard, "...You also may find that Harry is one of the nicest people that you will ever meet, only if you give him a chance. I say that you should tell Harry the truth and offer for him to stay at Hogwarts for the remainder of the summer." There was a pause, but he quickly said, "You also may find that Harry is one of the nicest people that you will ever meet, only if you give him a chance. I say that you should tell Harry the truth and offer for him to stay at Hogwarts for the remainder of the summer."

Harry was now on the first floor of the Burrow. Why would Harry spend the rest of the summer at Hogwarts? Why not stay at the burrow? Before Harry could ask himself more questions, he heard Professor Snape say, "I guess I should tell Harry the truth. I should also start coming to terms with the fact that Harry Potter is my son."

His mind went numb, his mouth fell open, and he could feel himself go pale. Snape and Dumbledore, who had their backs facing him, turned abruptly. They had seen the faces of the Weasley parents. Both of them paled considerably at the sight of him.

Forgetting about how dry this throat was, Harry turned and bolted up the staircase. Harry could hear them coming after him, but he kept going. He took all of the steps three at a time until he was at Ron's room. Although he knew it did no good, he locked the door. Looking around the room, he didn't know what he was going to do. Should he run away? What good would it do? Maybe he could get his Firebolt and fly to the Leaky Cauldron. With his new appearance, no one would notice him. Except for his scar, maybe he could arrange his hair to cover it up.

Harry was concentrating so much on thinking up of what to do, he didn't hear the whispered, "Alohamora." Professor Snape and Dumbledore stood in the doorway, seeing only Harry's back. His head snapped up when the door opened, but he didn't turn to see the two professors. Behind Severus and Albus, Molly and Author were just arriving. They struggled to see Harry, but it was hard, considering the height of Snape and Dumbledore. Harry's shoulders slumped, knowing that he had been defeated.

He turned to the professors, but only looking at one. "Is it true?" he asked Snape, sternly. The professor let out a breath of air, but didn't answer right away. "Is it?" Harry persisted, stronger than before.

Severus glared, but stopped and looked at the floor. "Yes, it is true," he said quietly. Harry's face grew a deep red, as all of his anger welled. Before he could burst out any words, Severus pointed at his throat with his wand and said, "Silencio."

Harry's face turned from anger to surprise, but then he glared at the professor. Albus and the Weasley parents gasped at the clear and uncanny resemblance. "Mr. Potter..." Professor Snape started. Harry's eye brows shot up, but Severus continued. "Please come with us to the den. I will tell you everything there.

As they entered the den, Severus sat on a chair opposite of the couch. He gestured Harry to the couch. Harry sat, and stared at who, for five years, had been his dreaded Potions Master, but now was his biological father. Mr. Weasley took the chair next to Severus, and pulled it beside the one Mrs. Weasley pulled up. Dumbledore conjured a large, comfortable chair.

"Now, Mr. Pot..... eh.... Harry... now, your mother and I were married for a brief period. When she had come to tell me that she was pregnant with you, she saw my mark. She ran out of the house, weeping. I didn't know what she was going to do. Two days later, we were separated, and she was married to Potter. I had thought for fifteen years that she was going to tell me that she was leaving me, that is, until I got a belated letter from her. She told me the whole story. Her and Potter had been friends at the end of our time at school, but he had never been as close to her as I had been," he explained. "Now, do you have any questions?" he took the spell off Harry, and waited.

Harry was paler, and his mouth was slightly open. All he could mutter was a weak, "How?"

Severus quirked an eyebrow and said, "Must I describe the nature of the birds and the bees?" His comment had helped Harry to snap out of it enough to give him a glare.

"That is not what I meant. Basically you're telling me that my whole life has been a lie?"

Snape said, "Well... if you're pessimistic, maybe. If you were optimistic, you'd have seen that you actually have family now. Whether you like what you have left or not. I should go back to my office..." He stood and started to make his way toward the fireplace.

"I'm sorry," Harry blurted out.

Severus stopped and turned to stare. "Wha... why?" he muttered, flabbergasted.

"I'm sorry what my da... James... did to you in school.... I know what it's like to be bullied."

Snape's face didn't show his emotions, but he managed to say, "Thank you." He went to the fireplace and flooed to his office. Professor Dumbledore was close behind him, flooing to his own office. Mr. Weasley went to Harry and clapped him on his back, before heading up the staircase. Mrs. Weasley gave him a small hug and kiss on the forehead before following her husband.