Harry Potter's Unexpected Life

Chapter 3

I woke up in a strange room. It was a very large room and the bed felt very soft. Then I remembered everything that happened last night. I must have passed out from shock or stress possibly both. That's when I noticed that I wasn't in the room alone. Draco Malfoy was sitting in a chair by the door.

"Malfoy what happened?" I asked. He looked up surprised I was awake I guess.

"You passed out so father brought you here. I sent him a patronus earlier informing that you were waking he should be here shortly Pott--Harry," he answered. He just called me Harry.

"Thank you. You called me Harry," I replied. He smiled.

"I did and you can call me Draco, " he told me. Why is he being nice?

"Alright," I replied. Mr. Malfoy walked in a few seconds later. He looked upset by something.

"Harry your father is downstairs with Voldemort.  I called them when you fainted," Mr. Malfoy informed me.

"Does my father know? Does the Dark Lord still want to tell him with me?" I questioned. He looked anxious about something.

"Severus does know...he saw the documents while waiting in my office. The Dark Lord is speaking with him now," He answered. Great..note the sarcasm.

"Should I go down there?" I asked. I didn't want to interrupt, but I was also uneasy about seeing my father.

"Yes. Down the stairs to the right, third door on the left," he told me.

Draco smiled at me as I walked out the door. He was trying to reassure me I think, but it didn't help. I followed Mr. Malfoy's instructions and they led me back to the room from last night. I opened the door and found Voldemort and my father in a shouting match. Thay couldn't be good.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I would like to talk to my father," I told them. They both seemed shocked to see me or hear me...maybe both. I guess the didn't hear the door open.

"Harry," they both said. Then looked at each other and glared.

"Yeah...why were you shouting? " I asked. I wasn't being nosey but I was curious.

"I apologize Harry, but we had a difference of opinion," Voldemort said. Was he apologizing to me? Why would he do that?

"It's fine. So I guess you both know now," I stated.

"We do son," repled Sna---father. That's going to take some time getting used to. It was easier when I didn't talk to him face to face.

"So let's talk about it," I said and sat down in a chair.

I couldn't help but worry about whay was going to happen. I had just found out I had a father all along and thay I didn't have to risk my life everyday. I know that Snape had just found out that he had as son, but what's Voldemort's part in all of this? I wasn't even sure I wanted to know.

I did know that he didn't look at all like he had in the grave yard. He looked young...a couple years older than he hadn in his diary. He even looked good..more than good he looked sexy. I know that sounds bad but he is my type. Okay that's way off topic, let's get back to the awkward situation were all in.

"So who is starting," I asked since neither looked like they wantedbto beigin.

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