Harry Potter Male!Reader Insert

VOICES AND DEATHDAY PARTY

I stood curiously in the middle of the empty potions classroom. I glanced around. It's quite peaceful without students' potions exploding every second. I heard the dungeon door slam open and close followed by heavy footsteps. Snape passed me and sat on his desk, glaring at my figure.

'You will be cleaning the all cauldrons, Luphus.' He said smoothly. 'Not a stain.' he tossed me a pair of dragonhide gloves and leaned on his chair watching me expectantly.

I nodded and got to work. Waiting for the right time to ask Snape about my father. I scrubbed and scrubbed till my hands were sore, I could see my wrist reddening from potion chemical radiation. I could feel its burning sensation but I kept on going, no way was I backing out. I finished the row of cauldrons, I made my way to the last row and got to scrubbing but before I could continue, I saw Snape stand up to examine the cauldron as if expecting a half-done job. Taken back from the shining gleam of the surface he turned to be, I flinched and continued my laborious work.

'Mr Luphus,' He called out, 'Do you think I wouldn't know?'

'What?' I asked absolutely bewildered.

'You know what I mean!' Snape yelled, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. 'He sent you here to terrorise me!'

'Who?' He looked at him as he sprouted another head. 'I'm only here to ask you questions.'

His demeanour became of confusion. Now we both stared at each other awkwardly. Thank Merlin that Snape decided to stop the tension by going back to his seat. I didn't think I'd last in that silence.

'What were you going to ask.' He said. 'Make it quick, and be thankful I even bothered.'

'Right,' I was still perplexed. 'I wanted to know how you knew my father -- Orpheus Luphus?'

'How'd you know that?' He snapped.

'Er -- Memory book.'

He muttered something about 'her throwing it out' and how 'he hated the damned book'.

'He's a classmate, nothing more.' He lied.

'You're lying.' I said simply. 'McGonagall told me you were good friends, how so?'

'Of course, she did.' His eye twitched from embarrassment. 'Fine, we were friends.'

'How did you meet?'

'You're pushing your luck, Luphus.' Snape glared.

'You said you'd answer my questions.'

He tisked before saying; 'We met on the Hogwarts express.'

'Did you fancy him?'

'Luphus!' He yelled. Answers my question: Obviously not. There was silence.

'...What was he like, my father, I mean.' I asked with benevolence. He hesitated at my soft tone.

'Your father was incredibly intelligent for his age.' He murmured. 'He was like a brother to me. Orpheus and I would always stay up late and talk about strange potion recipes that make absolutely no sense. No one believed a Slytherin could be friends with anyone but his kind but your father altered that...' He sighed with melancholy.

'He must be a kind man.' I hope so.

'He was.' He breathed, his hand covering his eyes, waving his other hand for me to leave.

'Professor--'

'Leave.' His voice cracked with anguish. I wanted to do something but I couldn't and left it at that. It certainly was strange seeing a man with no remorse show true sadness. I stopped walking when I discovered a voice echoing in my head that made me fall onto my knees and grip my head. It was loud to the point that I couldn't hear my own thoughts.