Harry Potter Promise NR.8 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.8

... mother on more than one occasion." He wasn't quite certain why he was telling Harry this, but he figured, if he was to start over with the boy, Harry deserved honesty. "Even after we were sorted into different houses, Lily and I remained close. She received a lot of grief for it from her friends, but she wouldn't give up on me. I think Alice Prewitt was the only one of her friends who never tried to get her to stop speaking with me." "Neville's mum?" Harry cut in, and then winced, expecting some sort of blow up from the professor. But Snape just nodded, his thoughts still in the past. "Alice was a very kind girl, an attribute she never lost as she grew up." He paused again, unsure of how to cover his falling out with his best friend. Of course, Harry asked the question before he was really ready to speak about it. "What happened between you? Sirius mentioned some sort of altercation your fifth year, but he wouldn't say much about it." Snape sighed. "Not one of my finer moments." He admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. "Your father and I got into a somewhat public argument after our OWL exams, in front of a rather large crowd. Lily tried to come to my defense, but in my embarrassment, I called her a mudblood." Harry inhaled sharply, and Snape looked up, the shame clearly written on his face. "It's something I've regretted since I said it. I tried to apologize, but for Lily, it was just the final nail in the coffin, and she was probably right to leave me behind by that ...

... point. I had spent so much time listening to, and spending time with, various future Death Eaters – Avery, Macnair, names you probably know all too well – and she hated how I would treat her well, and then put down every other muggleborn in the school. She should have left me behind long before she did." Harry felt the sympathy rise in him. He could clearly see how much Snape regretted his decisions. "Why did you switch sides?" he asked. "If you're willing to tell me." Snape felt his heart stop. He swallowed harshly, and closed his eyes. "I will tell you, but you'll probably want nothing to do with me afterwards." Harry grimaced. "I need to know. I can see how much you regret everything you've done, but if I'm going to trust you, I need you to give me a reason." Snape nodded slowly. "Roughly sixteen years ago, Dumbledore was interviewing a potential candidate for the position of Divination Professor. I was sent by the Dark Lord to spy on the headmaster, to gather information. I wasn't expecting to hear anything that day, but as the interview wrapped up, I overheard the first part of a prophecy. I was thrown out before I heard all of it, but I reported what I knew to the Dark Lord." "And he went after my family," Harry breathed, his eyes wide. Snape sighed. "As soon as I heard that he thought it applied to you, I went to Dumbledore. To my shame, I didn't really care what happened to you or your father. But I couldn't bear it if I had some role in getting Lily killed. But in the ...