Harry Potter One Shots

HarryXReader ~ The accident Part 1

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I couldn't believe it. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the legendary wizard, and my longtime crush, was sitting next to me, in my Potions class. It was like a dream come true. I had been crushing on him ever since before I knew he was famous. Harry had just asked me to be his partner, probably because he knew I was the best in the class.

However, before I could even react, my father, Severus Tobias Snape, called me by my mother's maiden name, Y/n Y/l/n. Dad had raised me since the death of my mother from Dragon Pox when I was just a baby. I had grown up helping him in his classes, sitting next to his desk in my pram when I was just two months old. Now, I was nearly 15, and my father was still looking out for me, especially given his position as a Death Eater.

After Harry asked to be my partner, my father requested that I stay back after class. I could tell that Harry thought he had gotten me in trouble, but I reassured him that everything was fine. Once the other students had left, I slowly packed my things, and my father called me to the front of the classroom. He embraced me tightly, and I hugged him back, feeling safe in his arms.

"How is everything going?" he asked me before letting go.

I told him that I was remembering more every day. After a Quidditch accident at the end of the last school year, I had lost all my memories. My father had helped me regain some of them, but there was still a lot that I couldn't remember.

I did have some flashbacks, though. I remembered a woman with chocolate brown curls and Y/e/c eyes. She was so vivid, like I had seen her recently. But I didn't know who she was.

My father's eyes looked sad at this revelation. "That's the love of my life, your mother. She died when you were a baby. She was the most amazing woman I ever met. You remind me a lot of her. You best head to lunch. I'll see you this evening," he said before retreating to his office. As I walked out of the room, I was face to face with Harry. I panicked. How much had he heard? 

How long had he been listening?

"SNAPE IS YOUR DAD?" he blurted out.

I quickly dragged Harry into my father's classroom. This couldn't be happening. My father was always so mean to Harry. He would hate me now.

"DAD, I'M USING YOUR CLASSROOM FOR A MINUTE," I shouted. "Yes, Snape is my Dad, and you can't tell anyone. Harry, you can't either. It will put me at risk and make me a target if anyone comes after my Dad," I explained to Harry, hoping he would keep it a secret. Harry nodded. "Okay, I won't tell anyone. But you have to explain," he demanded.

"I don't know how to explain. I don't remember much, not after the Quidditch accident," I told him.

"What Quidditch accident? You've never played Quidditch," he responded, confused.

I explained that the accident had occurred at the end of the last school year, and as a result, I had lost all my memories. My father had helped me regain some of them, but there was still a lot that I couldn't remember.

Suddenly, Harry's face lit up. "That's right! You were in the hospital wing for a long time. I remember now," he said.

I didn't remember much about the accident, but I did remember the woman with chocolate brown curls and Y/e/c eyes. She was so vivid, like I had seen her recently. I hoped that someday, I would remember who she was.