"You're kidding, me."

"Snape allowed you?"

"You've only ever flown once!"

Those were the comments that followed after Harry told his dorm mates about what happened. He went to them for advice on what to do and if they could tell him more about Quidditch. They all seemed pretty excited for Harry, but Draco looked put off. He was glaring a hole at the foot of his bed and only nodded or shook his head when asked a question.

"Draco, you're not mad that Snape's recommending me for the team are you?" Harry asked when he noticed something was wrong with his friend.

Draco didn't reply and continued to stare off. Harry nudged him.

"If you want, I can ask Flint or Snape if they can have you try out, too. You probably want the position more than I do," Harry told him.

Draco shook his head and looked up at Harry.

"No, Harry. If Snape wants you to try for the team, then do it. Im fine. Was just a little upset is all. Besides, I'd probably do better as a chaser anyway." He took a deep breath and sat back down on his bed.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and then went back to discussing brooms with Blaise and Theo. Greg and Vince gave their opinions every once in a while, too. Harry tried his best to absorb every bit of information he could about Quidditch. He really didn't want to be ignorant to this new idea if he was going to be let on the team. They continued the conversation walking down to dinner and stopped abruptly when they were blocked from entering the Great Hall by Weasley and Finnigan.

"Filch, Potter," Weasley spat, twirling his wand in his hand. "Detention with Filch that I have to attend because of something you did."

Harry felt himself go a little red with anger and he crossed his arms. Draco stood half in front of Harry protectively while Greg and Vince backed him up.

"Your fault for being a moron. I was going to give Neville his Remembrall back, but you had to be a stupid jerk and assume that the snake badged on my cloak suggests that I'm the bad guy. Have you even looked at yourself, Weasley? Honestly though, you should probably get your tiny brain checked out or something because your level of stupidity should surely be the cause of being dropped on the head as an infant." He snarled, glaring at the two Gryffindors.

Harry saw Blaise beside him trying to suppress a laugh. He felt a bit more confident in himself then and wasn't so afraid of what the walking red headed beanstalk had to say to him. Weasley, however, didn't find it funny at all.

"Says you, Potter. I bet your parents tried to- oh wait! You don't have any do you?" He said cockily.

Finnigan gasped and gave Wealsey a look of disgust. Theo put a hand on Harry's back while Blaise and Draco tried to advance upon the red head. Greg and Vince cracked their knuckles and growled dangerously. Harry felt his eyes fill with tears, but he didn't dare let them fall. Weasley, however, smirked and didn't seem to care about the Slytherin boys trying to jump on him.

"Enough, Mr. Weasley!" A voice yelled behind them.

A plump looking woman came running over and stood between the two groups. She put her hands on her hips and gave Weasley a stern look. Professor McGonagall came over as well and the two adults started to lecture him.

"Pomona, if you could please escort Mr. Potter to Severus's office. I don't believe he was planning to attend dinner tonight anyway. The rest of you, go off to dinner. Straight away and no buts about it. As for you Mr. Weasley.." She addressed, steering him away.

Draco tried to come with, but Professor Sprout insisted that he'd go to dinner and that Harry would be fine. After Draco reluctantly left, Pomona walked with Harry down to Snape's office. The silence was tense and awkward. Harry was still trying to blink the tears away and was trying to get the annoying voice in his head to stop echoing the words that Weasley spoke.

"I'm truly sorry, dear," Professor Sprout said, "He had no right to say something as hurtful as that comment. I can assure you that he'll be in big trouble and that he won't dare to bother you again. Just breathe in and out. You'll be okay."

Harry did as she directed and they soon stood in front of his head of house's office. The Professor knocked on the door and it slammed open to reveal the dark figure that was Snape.

"Pomona, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He drawled. His eyes landed on Harry and he sighed. "My student hasn't been caught disregarding school policies has he?"

Professor Sprout shook her head and lightly pushed Harry into Snape's office. She steered him into a seat and stood behind him, staring at Snape.

"That young Weasley boy was bullying poor Harry here. Caught in the act, too! Harmful things that boy was saying... Harmful indeed. I just thought that you should be aware of the situation and have Mr. Potter tell you about the whole ordeal," she told him, resting her hand on Harry's shoulder.

Snape had a slightly worried look as he glanced between the puffy eyed Slytherin and the visibly fuming Herbology Professor. He nodded swiftly and escorted her to the door, thanking her for bringing Harry to him. The door swung shut and he sat back down in his chair. He analyzed Harry for a few seconds before speaking.

"It hasn't even been a day and you and the Weasley boy have already had another row. Can you explain to me what exactly happened and why one of the calmest professors at Hogwarts looked like she could shove a quill straight through a desk," he asked in a slightly amused tone.

Harry rose his eyebrows at the slightly humorous comment Snape made. He then launched into detail about Weasley just randomly picking a fight and the last comment he said to him before the professors intervened. Snape looked fuming, too, towards the end of the tale.

"He pulled the orphan card... Uncreative and just plain rude to do such," he said more to himself than Harry.

His eyes lit up for a second and he swept over to look through a crate at the top of a filing cabinet. He picked up a square paper and placed it in front of Harry. It was a photograph of a laughing girl with beautiful red hair. She was sticking out her tongue and doing what looked like was trying to catch falling snowflakes. Harry was mesmerized by the photo and just kept staring at the laughing girl. She had this sort of familiarity to her that Harry couldn't quite place.

"Your mother," Snape said, pointing at the photograph, "I found this photo not too long ago and it's best that you receive it since I have no use for it."

Harry felt as if he was in a trance. He had never seen a picture of his mother before. She was so beautiful and her eyes... Harry shared the same eyes with her. He bit his lip to stop himself from crying and he just continued to stare at the photo.

"She's very beautiful," Harry began, "I never pictured her to look this way, to be honest. We have the same eyes..."

Snape's amused face faltered for a moment as he thought to himself.

"Have you never seen a photo of your mother? Or either of your parents for that matter? Were you never given any?" Snape asked.

Harry chuckled bitterly and looked away from the photo.

"My Aunt and Uncle never allowed me to ask questions about them. They didn't have any of their photos. The only thing I ever knew about them was that they were drunks and died in a car crash and that's how I got my scar. Hagrid said that wasn't true, but he never did say what happened, so I had Theo explain it to me."

By the end of Harry's rant, Snape was boiling with anger. He wanted to go and hex the day lights out of Harry's relatives. How dare they call Lily a drunk?

Harry looked frightened by the visibly fuming professor and shrunk down in his seat. Snape noticed and sighed as he sat back down. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and then looked back at the frightened first year.

"I can assure you that your parents were never drunks, nor did they get themselves killed in such a foolish way. Thankfully, you've been explained the story and I don't have to tell the tale again," he said with lingering silence. "Your parents were a crucial part of the war and unfortunately, died tragically despite their efforts and battles."

Harry nodded solemnly and sighed. He was distraught over the fact that he was an orphan and what Weasley said made him feel even worse about it. But despite his everlasting sorrow, he couldn't lift his eyes off the photo of his mother. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Just looking at the photo made him feel warmer inside.

As he was drowning in his own thoughts and mentally copying the photo into his mind, a voice in front of him snapped him out of his daze.

"Sorry?" Harry said.

"I said, Mr. Potter, that you'd best be getting down to dinner before it's over. You're much too skinny to be skipping it," Snape replied.

Harry nodded and got up. When he went to open the door, he heard Snape calling his name. He turned around to see him holding the photo of his mother out towards him.

"This is yours to keep. Do take care of it," Snape told him.

Harry mumbled a thank you and almost walked straight into the door because he was caught in the trance of staring at the photo again. When he got down to dinner, he barely managed two bites of his mashed potatoes. He ignored all of the questions his friends were asking him and just stared down at the photo. His mother was really beautiful.

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Heyo! Here's another chapter! Yeeee! I really liked writing this. Harry bonding a little with Snape made my heart melt I don't know about you. Again, please inform me of any grammar atrocities and give your opinions on what you thought. Constructive criticism only please. (I'm sensitive, man) I hope you have a happy whatever. Love ya.

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