Back In Time

Back In Time: Chapter Seven

[A/N: I’ve had some killer writers block on this, and now that I’ve gotten over most of it, this story has taken a different path completely. I think you’ll see what I mean, make sure to read the A/N at the bottom!]

Chapter Seven: Part One

“You shouldn’t let her get to you, you know?” I knew it was Remus by his voice, it was soft, as if he were shy, although I had no idea how he could be shy. He was in the most popular group in Gryffindor, you’d think that he’d be cocky like Sirius.

“Yes, I know.” I smiled at him, trying to show how unaffected I really was about Bellatrix’s statement. I didn’t care what she had said, maybe for all of ten minutes I had, but then I realized what a bald-faced lie it was. There wasn’t a way I could be fat, if anything, I was twenty pounds underweight!

“Good.” For several minutes, nothing was said as we stood at the end of the dock, until the others came bounding towards us, Pettigrew nearly having to run to keep up with the longer legs of Sirius and James. I chuckled quietly before turning to Remus once again.

“Do you ever wonder why you’re friends with Peter?” To me, he seems like the misfit, nothing like any of the other boys. He wasn’t good-looking, nor smart, tall, easy-going, talkative, he wasn’t like any normal boy should be. But then, I suppose my father wasn’t like a normal boy should be, either.

“I’ve never thought of it, just took it as fact. I don’t see him going anywhere, sure he’s annoying, like a younger brother, but there’s no getting rid of him.”

“I don’t trust him.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I slapped a hand over my lips before staring at my feet, slightly embarrassed about my outburst. Before anything else could be said, Sirius ran over to his friend, whispered something in his ear, before stepping back and waiting for a reply.

Remus’ face darkened, and he nodded nearly imperceptibly before saying goodbye and leaving, quickly followed by the other three. I stared, dumbstruck that they’d all just…leave, before finally closing my jaw and sighing. They’re probably off to play some joke or another.

Rubbing my hands together, I attempted to rid my body of the chill of Scotland. It was so cold today, more so than most days, and I didn’t much care for it. I turned myself around, planning to sit under the giant tree, only to find my fath-...Severus Snape sat there already. Perhaps I could talk him into believing me, I know most of his secrets, maybe if I told him some, the ones he’d never told anyone, then he’d believe me?

“Hi”, I muttered as I walked up to him, feeling rather nervous about the conversation that I planned to have with him. It felt really weird to be talking to my own father when he was my age. He didn’t act the same, he wasn’t as cold or emotionless as he was, he was more hot-headed and stubborn, but still socially awkward. I got that from him, just not to the same degree, I didn’t mind having friends, I just couldn’t have very many. I didn’t like to be crowded, however my father didn’t seem to have any friends.

He sneered at me before turning back to a book he was reading, Advanced Potion Making.

“I know that you don’t believe me, that I’m your daughter, but I’m not a liar and I’d like the chance to prove it to you.”

For several moments he didn’t say anything, and I began to gnaw on my lower lip in worry that he would simply ignore me.

“How do you plan to do that?” His tone was of boredom and he didn’t even bother looking up from his potions book, but the fact that he was giving me a chance meant the world to me. Even if he was my age, I wanted my father back; I wanted to at least be able to talk to him.

“I know a lot about you. Things you wouldn’t have told anyone except me. I know about Lily Evans and how you feel about her, I know that you hate James Potter more than anyone because of Lily and even how you and her met when you were both ten. I know about you’re parents, and how hateful they are. I know that you want to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher even though you’re best subject is potions,” It was about this time when I felt the tears I had been trying desperately to hold back, overflow but that didn’t stop me from continuing, “I know that you'd never admit it but you're terrified of thunderstorms; it's a fear both you and I share, and I know that as a person, though you try hard to be emotionless and stoic, you’re really not.”

I buried my head into my hands, trying to hide my pitiful tears, knowing that my father didn’t like it when people cried, and I really didn’t need to do anything to make him angrier.

“Stop crying,” he drawled, and as I looked over at Severus Snape, he looked completely and utterly desperate, most probably because he had no idea how to handle tears, he was taught the same lessons I was, crying makes you weak, so don’t do it. Usually I was pretty good about not showing emotion, but it seemed like all the stress over the last couple of days have finally caught up to me. This wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t waking up and I was stuck at Hogwarts with some of my best friends parents.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized after mopping up my tears with the sleeves of my school robe.

“Don’t be. It’s quite understandable. Despite the fact that you sound completely mad, I believe you. However,” He said, before I could get my hopes up too much, “I  wish you would not call me your father, for obvious reasons, but rather your brother.” I smiled before throwing my thin, bony arms around him.

“Thank you,” I muttered into his shoulder, fighting off a new bout of tears, this time from happiness, “Thank you.”

[[A/N: Sooo. Usually, I try to make Snape cold and emotionless, yada yada yada, but…since he’s younger, and Lily isn’t dead, I’m thinking he wouldn’t have been quite so cynical, so I’m going to make him SLIGHTLY nicer and not so mistrusting. Tell me what you think about Spencer and Severus, huh? ]]