Snape's Unknown Secret

Dumbledore's Manipulations Part 1

AN: Some of this chapter has memories that JK Rowling wrote. I give her credit to those memories.. I just changed them up a bit for the story.

Snape and Harry stood there staring at the flask with disbelief.

"I can't believe it," Harry finally said. "Dumbledore really is untrustworthy."

"I can't believe he did this to me," Snape didn't sound like his usual self. He sounded sadder.

Snape silently took the flask and walked over to Dumbledore's pensive. He opened the flask and poured the silvery memories into the pensive water.

"Well come on then Potter. I don't think you would like any secrets kept from you either, especially since this regards your parents."

Harry closed the trap door and put the rug and quills back, then hurried over to Snape and the pensive.

Harry and Snape placed their heads into the pensive. Harry felt his body get pulled in until he landed in a sunny meadow. Two children around the age of twelve were running. One was a girl with long, flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes. The other was a boy wearing shabby clothes and had shoulder length black hair. It was clearly Snape and Lily.

"Severus! Come get me!" Lily said as she ran through the green grasses and wildflowers.

"You're so fast!" Snape slowly caught up to lily and tagged her on her back. Lily and Snape fell onto the ground laughing.

"You're my best friend Severus." Lily said looking up at the sky.

"You're also my best friend Lily." Snape looked at his watch. "Oh no! It's almost eight o'clock! I have to go Lily, see you tomorrow!" Snape ran away from Lily. She waved at him as he ran away.

Black mist swirled around Snape and Harry and suddenly they were in front of a small run down house at the end of an alley.

"Spinners end," Snape said quietly beside Harry.

"What?" Harry wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"My childhood home."

Younger Snape opened the door to the house. He sneaked past a man that was sleeping on a chair in front of a television. He crept up the stairs and went into his room. He sat down on his bed and pulled out a potions book. Suddenly there was thumping noises getting louder until they reached the door of the room. The door slammed open.

"What do you think you're doing?!" A man yelled. He was tall like Snape but other than that, they had no similarities.

"I'm sorry father! I lost track of time!" Snape cried curling himself into the corner of his bed.

"No excuses! You were late when I told you to be home at eight!!" Snape's father walked up to Snape and hit him across his face. Snape was crying.

Suddenly a slender woman with long black hair and black eyes ran into the room.

"Don't hit him!" She cried placing herself between Snape and his father.

"Get out of the way!" He roared.

"No!"

He shoved the woman that Harry assumed was Snape's mother. He started beating her as she cried.

Snape put his hands over Harry's eyes.

"I don't think you should witness this." Snape said to Harry. But Harry couldn't believe this was happening. It reminded him of how Uncle Vernon beat Harry whenever he used magic or mentioned anything magical.

Black mist started swirling around them again.

They were the great hall. Except the tables were pushed to the sides and there were kids sitting at desks, with their heads down, scribbling on parchment. The only sound was the scratching of quills on parchment, or the occasional cough. Sunshine was streaming through the high windows on to the students. Snape had to be here somewhere this is his memory. Harry turned to look at Snape and he saw him looking at his younger self. Teenager Snape had a stringy, pallid look about him. His hair was lank and greasy and was flopping on to his desk, his hooked nose barley an inch from his parchment. Harry moved behind Snape and saw on his paper that he was taking his Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL.
"Five more minutes!"
Harry looked up and saw Professor Flitwick walking between rows of students. He walked past a boy with untidy black hair. He moved closer towards the boy with untidy hair. The boy put down his quill and read his parchment as if he was checking his answers.
"James Potter.." Present Snape said beside Harry causing him to jump.
"So this is my father.. er.. James."
James's eyes were hazel, his nose longer than Harry's. They didn't have any similarities except for their black hair, but Harry's hair wasn't untidy, in fact Harry's hair was straight and tidy.
James yawned and then flipped his hair over and ran his fingers through it making it more untidy than it already was.
A boy four seats behind gave James the thumbs up.
"Who's that?" Asked Harry.
"That's Sirius. One of James's friends."
Sirius was slouched in his chair while making the chair tip. He had long dark brown hair that fell into his eyes.
Harry looked back at James who was doodling on a piece of scrap parchment.
"Quills down, please!" Professor Flitwick called out. "Accio!"
All of the students parchment zoomed towards Professor Flitwick, causing him to fall over. Some people laughed while others helped him up.
"Thank you.." Professor Flitwick said embarrassingly. "You're all free to go."
James quickly stood up and stuffed his quill into his bag, then slung it over his shoulder and waited for Sirius.