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Chapter 1--His Harry Walking quickly through the halls with a scowl on his face, Professor Severus Snape, does a good job of hiding his fear from those who do not know him well. Most of the students scurry out of his way, for fear that whatever has him in this mood will prompt him to take House points. �If only . . . ' Severus thinks �If only I could tell the world what is wrong. If only . . . I could tell my son.' That last thought is met with a grimace, though those who witnessed it squeak in fear that he is about to dock those precious House points. As he is nearing the Hospital Wing, Severus slows his feet till he is all but inching forward. The quilt, sorrow, anger and pain he has kept back for close to fifteen years quickly build to the breaking point. If he didn't calm down, the truth would get out and the one person Severus continues to live for would hate him. �Not that he doesn't already' thinks Severus as he strolls into the bright white Hospital Wing. �Poppy must really love white . . . ' is a regular thought that passes through Severus' head whenever he visits the Wing, though only one thought occupies his mind this night. The person he is here to visit. The black haired, green-eyed spirit that has haunted all his days and nights for fourteen years though it will be fifteen come July thirty first. The one person he would give anything to see happy, yet he is forced to hurt for the part he plays. His heart and soul. His son. His Harry. |
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