Chapter 2
Harry stared incredulously at Snape. "You -- what?"
"I believe you heard me quite clearly," Snape drawled.
"Yeah, I heard you," Harry said, "but everyone thinks James is my father."
Privately, Harry had been skeptical with this. James, from what he had heard from multiple sources, was highly mischievous, hated Slytherins, and easily trusted people. Harry, however, had never pranked anyone in his life and had persuaded Fred and George to tone down their pranks; had never bullied Slytherins, and admired most of them (cough, cough, Draco); and could count on one hand the people he trusted.
He hadn't thought that Snape, of all people, would be his father.
"This is for multiple reasons," Snape sighed, pinching his nose again. "Your mother did not want Potter, or anyone else, finding out that you were Death's son and not his, so she and I cast a few harmless Blood glamours on you so you would look more like Potter. Dumbledore, a few months before your birth, had spread a false prophecy-"
"A what now?!"
"-referring to a child born to two parents who had thrice defied Voldemort," Snape continued. "He, like everyone else, assumed that you were Potter's son. When Voldemort attempted to kill you and failed, Dumbledore told everyone that it was love that saved you, referring to you as the son of James and Lily Potter. In reality, the only being who has the ability to kill you is me, as you are the son of Death."
"...well, that explains why Basilisk venom didn't kill me," Harry said slowly. It had sickened him quite a bit, making him think he was dying, but Fawkes had healed him.
"~Basilisk venom!~" Snape snarled, his voice descending into an angry hiss. Harry realized that he was actually speaking Parseltongue.
"~How are you a Parselmouth?~" Harry frowned.
"I created Nagas, and those who are Parselmouths are descended from them," Snape growled. "Who let you be bitten by a Basilisk!"
"Didn't Dumbledore and McGonagall tell you?" Harry asked. Snape shook his head, and Harry quickly explained what had happened at the end of his second year.
Snape snarled quietly. "If I had treated you as I treat all my Slytherins, I could have protected you more."
"I can take care of myself," Harry said darkly. "Comes with being abused my entire life."
Snape's eyes turned completely black. "~I will kill them slowly and painfully.~"
Harry waited for Snape to calm down. When he did, the man said, "Will you go back to the mortal plane, or will you move on?"
"Go back to the Dursleys? Sign me up," Harry said sarcastically.
Snape snorted. "If you remain dead, Dumbledore will keep all of your heir- and lordships."
"My what?"
Snape sighed again. "I have much to teach you. But you have to decide now; the longer you stay here, the harder it is to return to the mortal realm."
As much as Harry wanted to meet his mother... there were people he couldn't leave behind.
Also, he wanted revenge on the Dursleys.
"I want to go back."