Is Professor Snape Harry Potter's Dad Novels & Stories

she starts, but I shake my head immediately. “You hate his evil sons then, not him,” I press, she just blinks, “Harry is not perfect, obviously, but is he that bad? I don’t think so. When he gives himself the time to love, he loves so hard. He loves you and he loves the guys and he even loves ME, which is fucking crazy because I’ve only seen him a handful of times in the past decade. He cares about me, he wants the best for me… he hasn’t kidnapped me, he hasn’t slapped me for annoying him and I’ve only heard him raise his voice at you once. Last night.” My real dad slapped us a lot that last year. He kidnapped me to hurt my mom and he would yell so hard every day, I had to cover my ears and

Anton sighs. “I know them all, Juniper. Ariel, her mates. Ben, Daphne. I met your dad and your uncle, too, but that was…brief. I know your mom and your aunt from school – they were my professors.” Surprise parts my lips. “So, you’re magic?” Mom and Cora took over the magic class when it turned out that the other professor was possessed – surprise surprise – by the God of Darkness. He shrugs. “I was.”

He nodded. I felt a surge of indignation. He had never mentioned this to me, not when he revealed the truth about Cole’s half-blood heritage. But then it struck me—maybe he had. Perhaps I had just failed to pick up on the clues. If he hadn’t tracked down Sylvia himself, how would he have known she was a wizard? He must have always known she was somewhere in Hescor. “I never actually met your mother,” Father said, his voice heavy as he recalled the past. “It was her guardian I spoke with.

If I get the chance, I'm gonna stick a needle into the flesh of her ass and. "You love my daughter" My dad said out loud, interrupting my devilish thoughts. Harry nodded firmly at him "Yes sir" I scoffed internally. How can he lie like that? "I love her" He said it like he really meant it and I shone my eyes at him, unable to hide my shock and hoping my dad doesn't see that. "I like you, Harry and I can see how honest you are" My dad commented and I blinked. My dad thinks Harry is honest? That only means Harry is a better actor than I think he is.

She couldn't believe it, holding his legs and tilting her head back, "Dad, have you come to see me?" Harry squeezed her face, hmm, and turned his eyes to the teacher after saying, "I'm going to pick them up for lunch and bring them back later in the afternoon." The teacher smiled, "Okay, okay." At the end, he asked again, "You really are Benedict and Yanxi's father? Why haven't you seen you before?" "Of course he is my father." Cassandra hugged Harry's leg tightly, for fear that someone would snatch her father away. The teacher smiled, not talking, just glanced at his face without control.

When he never gave anything, he wanted to profit, not donate, even so, he managed to convince his father and aunt that he needed vacation reinforcement, due to the fact that he had difficulties in potions, even so, he made life easier, due to his potions teacher, being friends with his aunt and uncle, they attended school together during their years of study. Teacher, Yatagarasu Wángzǐ teaches potions, which he is often remembered for the fact that he was his godfather, as well as tutor and took him as his disciple, this and all the other problems that led to him being frequently charged with having at least attention in said discipline.

I hope this dinner isn't a prelude to that particular lecture. Then again, as the host, he is likely just maintaining a lively atmosphere. His actions could be purely dutiful, yet as I watch the genuine smile on his face while he speaks with Hermione, he seems sincere. Hermione, despite her usual reservations about being a "people person," is navigating the conversation seamlessly—a feat that took me years to master. Perhaps Dad respects her early accomplishments and her success-oriented mindset. After all, he only began to truly recognize my potential once I started making headway in my own endeavors, eventually investing in my operations and placing me at the helm of his company—something

Harry gloated, oblivious to my tone. "No. Actually, I think your dad's the one who should be scared. He probably wishes he'd used a condom the night your parents… Well, you know, if he realized you'd be such a disaster today," I sneered. … Footsteps echoed from the corridor. Sam and the others had arrived. "My dad's on his way here, and you're talking like that?!" Harry snapped. "I'll break every bone in your body, jackass!" "Nope. You're not qualified," Sebastian said coolly, wagging a finger. "Even your dad would bow to me out of respect."

The doorbell rang and mom said, "Go open the door, it's probably him. Your father said he would be late." "Okay, Ma." I walked to the front door. When I swung the door open, she was right, it was Hunter. But he was not alone, my dad was with him. Oh, damn you, Snape. * * *

My dad didn't ask for anything else, but to train his son. I was 16 when I first met him. I hated him, he made me study all the time, work my body to death, he was a retired wizard, one of the living legends here in these lands. And this guy, with inhuman out-of-the-world powers word under my dad like a slave, I feel pity for the old man and didn't -and still don't have any respect for him. "Hey Charles, my mom wanted me to give-"The door slammed open making Charely's silent pet owl fly to his shoulder. Ugh, it's her.