Chapter 4
Harry then awoke with a pound on his head, he opened his eyes and instantly shielded it from the white light emitted in the room, after adjusting his gaze he then sat up and looked around, the room was filled with identical beds, curtains drapes either side of it for privacy while still tied.
Then he noticed Griphook, Varkra and another she-Goblin standing on the left side of the bed. He gave them a shy smile, uncomfortable and confused. "Hi? I- what happened?" He asked in a hoarsed voice. In honestly he doesn't remember much of what happened other than screaming out in pain. Griphook smiled, beamingly at Harry, that's a first. "Well Mr.Prince-"
Griphook then waved his hand and a full body mirror appeared on his side. "See for your self." Harry turned to the mirror and gasped. He looked very different, he could see the resemblance of Snape, but there's something else, while his eyes remained green, he had soft pale skin, unlike his father- Snape who has a bit tanned. His hair was shoulder length, curly, not as curly as a rat ness as he once had but it shined aswell. His nose was completely different, he didn't have snapes nose, instead it was straight, long, and slightly buttoned. His lips were fuller, pink. His eyes were identical to snapes, as well as the structure of his chin, jaw and everything else. All in all he looked good.
"Wow..." He breathed. "I- I look-" "you look like a fine young man Mr.Prince." Griphook finished as Harry shot the Goblin with an appreciative smile. "Now what?" Griphook then motioned for the she-Goblin, who turned to Harry with a soft smile. "Hello Mr.Prince, I am Paimla, now we will be discussing the changes in your appearance, physically, mentally, spiritually and what it ment for you to adjust. I know it might getting used to in adjustment but I am sure you will get the hang of it." Harry nodded at that. "Ofcourse."
Paimla nodded as she conjured a still for her and the other two occupants who happily sat down. "Well, for starters, growth spurt, due to the Malnourishment that you have suffered, abuse both physically and mentally. Your body has sorted itself to using half it's will into keeping you safe and protected with all the blow you had to endure
The other half I'm afraid given up, it is similar to your magical core but a wizards body uses it's full on capacity in protecting the wizards form physical harm, sure it is not impossible but being exposed to such abuse for far too long especially at a young age will result to what you had to suffer. Resulting in your growth spurt to cease, your eyes to correct itself, and your ability to use the common sense of any regular person would thus at times not knowing the difference of consequences of choices in choosing. It does strange and harmful things to the body, the aftermath is rare, while some other fully shut down, you on the other hand is a special case, not unknown but not very common either. So. I ask you so I can confirm my theorize.. have you been abused Mr.Prince?"
Harry froze, trying to think of a way to tell them or hint and not outright have to say it. He was ashamed really, he gets it, no child should ever suffer as such, not him, not anyone, but he doesn't want to feel vulnerable than he already is. But by confessing now he could handle it, it's just the Goblins.
He nodded slowly as he averted his gaze away from theirs, he could hear a sharp intake of breath that for sure came from Griphook. "Ah... That explains it. Well than you for telling me Mr.Prince, I assure you, what has been discussed here shall stay here." Harry nodded, then looked the Goblins appreciatively.
"What now?" Harry asked in a small voice. "Now, Paimla, why don't you give us a moment, there is something I wish to discuss with Mr.Prince here." Paimla nodded. "Summon me if needed, I shall be with the others Master Griphook." Paimla then left with Varkra in tow, Harry let out a shaky breath before leaning his back comfortably over the headboard. "So."
Griphook started. "You wish to talk about... Him don't you?" Harry nodded slowly, indeed he has a lot of questions. As Griphook stated earlier. There's more to the story than what it lead on, specifically that Halloween night, he needed answers so he could adjust and understand.
"It was during Mr.Riddles 5th Year I believe, he spoke with his Goblin Manager Sharptooth, said person shared this story of me because it regarded yourself Mr.Prince. He took an inheritance test, despite being aware of being Slytherins heir now Lord. There was some information he was looking for, he was obsessed with it. So when he took his inheritance Mr.Riddle as it seems was surprised, I believe as so Sharptooth said he couldn't believe that he himself has a soulmate."
Harry nodded, he understood that little fact that Riddle was conceived by a love potions as so what Dumbledore showed him. And that no person should ever feel love, ever. So with his new revelation, he understands that Riddle would've been confused at the least.
Since Dumbledore was the one who told him of his incapable of feeling love in the first place. He must've felt outrage and betrayed, not that for sure he already hated the old man but this was a new level of hatred. "Me?" Griphook nodded. "Yes you." Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, looking up at the ceiling as he continued. "Then what happened?"
Griphook shifted a little on his seat, confirming that he was indeed uncomfortable in telling what happened next, Harry should too but he was too numb to even think of any thing else than finding the answers for his questions. To Atleast put his mind at ease, even a little bit.
"His magic lashes doubt. Destroyed Sharptooth's office. He almost killed my colleague.. He... He wanted to find you, he wanted every little information regarding yourself but at that time we knew, you weren't born, the last Prince known to be his age was Eileen Prince, Mr Prince your father's mother. We tried reasoning him and talking him out of his rage but we couldn't. He just left, scaring Sharptooth with the memory of Mr.Riddles Power, his obsession in finding you. I believe that you, are the only person he would ever be equaled with. I-.. that is all I know." Harry nodded grimply. Funny, he never gets a year with piece and quite, it always has to be him. Always him.
"Blimey..." He breathed out as he closed his eyes, sighing deeply before turning to finally look at Griphook who was fidgeting over his seat. "Severus... My father, is there any way you could contact him?" Griphook nodded. "Yes Mr.Prince."
"Please. I need him now." Griphook then hopped off of the stool. "I'll be right back, I shall get your father don't worry." Harry nodded, thankful. After a while Griphook then came back with footsteps in tow that he is so familiar with. "What am I doing here?" Severus Drawl as he needed.
Harry froze As he stared over Snape- his father who in turn stared back wide eyes. "Wh- who are you?" Snape stammered, that's a first. Griphook then cleared his throat gaining the attention of the two. "Your son. Severus." Severus narrowed his eyes at Griphook while said Goblin stared unfazed. "My son is dead!" Severus yelled.
Ah. So that's why, Harry thought as he grabbed the glass of water that was set besides his bed. Releasing it causing it to break, Griphook and Severus now looking at Harry. "I am very much alive. Father so please." Harry drawled, similarly like snapes, making Severus narrow his eyes at Harry. "Sit.down. both of you."
He sneered, Griphook snickered having not affected by any of the twos snares and sat back over his vacated seat as Snape remained standing over the foot fo the bed. "You are not my son. My son is dead." Harry raised a brow. "A paternity test the. Griphook?" Said Goblin nodded as he waved his hand over the twos head, revealing a bright similar yellow of smoke over the two. Harry had words written over his head that said Hadrian Zeek Severus Prince.
Harry smirked at seing his father's face pale, wide eyes. This was all too fun, his tormentor, potions professor now father. Ha! Who knew. "Hello there father, do you now believe me?" Before Snape could even reply, he fainted. Causing Harry to snicker as he smiled innocently at Griphook who in turn just shook his head fondly. "Like father like son through and through." Griphook mumbled.