The Real Reason Snape Hates Harry

Author (PSA): Anakin 

Pairing: James/Severus
Disclaimer: Everything HP related comes from the creative mind of JKR and WB has the rights. I just taint all the beautiful characters.
Rating: PG-13 for language and slashy undertones...
Notes: I have no idea where this came from, so don't blame me if it sucks. I -think- I got Harry's birthday right, but if I didn't please let me know all right? Also, thanks to Regret ::hugs:: for the fabulous ::and oh-so-humerous:: beta!
Feedback: I would be most appreciative!

Summary: My take on why Snape hates Harry so much.
Category(s): Romance, angst


"I'm not gay Severus. I told you, I'm bi," James Potter said, as he packed some clothes into a trunk. "Why can't you understand that?"

I sat fuming on the couch. "Why can't I understand that? Let's think for a moment shall we James? Could it be because you've been fucking me every night for the past year and a half? No, that couldn't be it. Maybe because you told me that you loved me? No. Hmm...well, it's not any of those reasons. Perhaps I'm just being a silly git," I snapped.

James sighed and sat down next to me, grasping my hand. "Severus, can't you just be happy for me. I love Lily. She's one of the best things that has ever happened to me."

I stared into the dark eyes of my soon to be ex-lover. "And what about me James? What am I supposed to do?" As much as I hate to admit it now, I was pleading.

"You know I love you. But I can't be with you," he explained. Then he smiled. "You'd look pretty funny nine months pregnant!"

I scowled. "Don't joke James!"

He pushed his glasses up. "I'm sorry Severus. You know I love you. And if you don't, well, then your bloody stupid. Lily knows I love you as well. But I need to be there for her.

"Why James? Why do you have to be there for her? You just married her not even five hours ago," I reminded him.

He was silent for a moment and stared down at his hands. I felt my stomach drop, getting a queasy feeling. This didn't look promising.

"She's pregnant Severus."

"What!" I cried, jumping up quickly and whipping around to face him. "So this whole time you've been lying to me? Sleeping with me and her?" James nodded. "'re a fucking bastard!"

James looked up at me, tears in his eyes. "Don't say that Sev. You don't mean it."

"Don't you dare tell me what I do and do not mean! God James, how could you do this?" I was nearly screaming now, but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry! I know I lied to you, but I figured you knew. All the times I came in late. I'm sorry..."

"How long?"

"Severus, I don't..."

"How fucking long!"

James looked at his hands again. "Almost a year."

I shook my head in disbelief. Almost our entire relationship had been a lie. "This is fucking bullshit, you know that?"

It was a retorical question. He knew I didn't want him to answer.

"So how far along is she?" I asked.

James swallowed hard. "Four months. That's why we got married so quick."

I sat back down in my original seat. First, he tells me that he's a married man, and now to add to it, he's a married man with a kid on the way.

'Life hates me,' I thought bitterly.

"Severus, I still love you..."

I cut him off. "So you've said about 50 times tonight. But for some reason, it's not making me feel better."

"And I want you to be a part of my life. Our life," he continued on, ignoring my comments.

I snorted. "By having me over for dinner and a quick fuck. No thanks."

James' eyes were burning a hole into the side of my head, but I refused to look at him. "We already know the baby is a boy. We're going to name him Harry. Severus, Lily and I want you to be the godfather."

I didn't need to think about that request.

"Get out James."

"Severus, I..."

"GET OUT!" I screamed. I turned my head away completly so I wouldn't have to watch the tears fall down his cheeks.

In the next few minutes, I heard my former lover shut the lid to his trunk and turn to me.

"Severus?" I didn't respond. "If you change your mind, you know where I'll be." He lifted his trunk and headed for the door. I kept my eyes on the floor.

Right before he left, he turned back toward me and whispered, "I love you."

And then he was gone. I never did change my mind.


Five months later, on July 31st, Harry Potter was born. That was the day I recieved my Dark Mark.