A young wizard, a famous wizard, a wizard by the name of Harry James Potter, found an unusual journal. A journal soon to be found cursed, or perhaps...cursed is the wrong word for the journal. The journal was found in the halls of the train station, which were gloomly empty. As always, his relatives were late. Only because they didn't want to spend too much time with the boy. They prefer to wait until traffic was gone. The young boy kid himself. A lie he has been telling himself for too many years. One of many lies to keep himself from turning around and running away from "home". The first entry of the journal is a year back from where the story is taken place. Journal Entry 1, date: June 31st.

"Dear Journal:

I am now at my house. If someone were to ever wonder why I never describe it, I will tell you. A home is somewhere I can put my emotions and heart in and a house is merely where I reside in. A silly journal is found in the hands of a lonely little boy and I presume that I should write here. Only because if I were to ever be found dead, these pages will be my final words to a cruel world.

I have not received any cruel punishments from my relatives, but that won't be for long. Therefore, if I disappear for a while, I am abandoned once more. There will be times where my mind goes dark. A form of darkness that will worry anyone. My threats might seem empty. But I cannot say the same with my relatives. I must go start my endless chores and so I must be heading my own way. I will try to write on these pages with more than just a broken pencil and/ or pen, but forgive me, Journal, I cannot make any promises whatsoever. I was taught promises are all lies and no one keeps them. I must mark my first written journal entry. I shall hide you away to never be seen or touched by another but me.

Love,

HJP

What young Harry didn't know was that this was a book that had a twin. Almost like that similar year where he battled a giant Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, and how the memory of Tom Marvelous Riddle was trapped in the diary. Harry James Potter placed the muggle pencil on the paper. The ink did not disappear, however, another entry formed on the pages. Another entry from someone by the initials "TSS". Little did Harry know that he was talking to the worst and darkest professor at Hogwarts: Tobias Severus Snape. The professor who hated Harry since the first night he met the boy. Oh so young Harry thought.

"Dear Child:

I do not know whom you are to be. But I have seen this second book lighten up after some time. This is a twin book; however, I know not of where I received this. I have some questions and concerns of who you are and what you are dealing with. What relation do you have between your relatives?

Although your initials are HJP, I can only guess you are the descendant of James Potter. If I am correct, please let me know.

If you would like, you can reply to this and refer to me as 'sir'. If you do not wish for me to answer, keep replying with 'Journal' and I shall leave this book alone. However, if you wish, we can continue to talk about this. But I will not push you under any circumstance.

Sincerely,

TSS

Severus Snape sat in his cool leather chair. This book wasn't originally in his house. Unless someone put it there without him knowing. Blasted old man, thought Snape. But his own wards should have let him know of Dumbledore's appearence. No one could have gone in and out without his knowledge.

Nevertheless, why he even wanted to talk to the boy was something that didn't come to his mind. But the first entry that he had replied to, written by Harry Potter, was curious. Why the boy seemed so scared of changing, and why the boy seemed upset and tired, wasn't something Severus thought Harry should feel. He was spoiled, a raised brat with nothing but royalty and accustomed to the most comfortable housing arrangements. However, being a spy has won both the light side and dark side's favorites. This was something he would need to check upon.

"Dear, Sir:

I am not entirely sure I should continue this. A lot will change, soon. My relation with my relatives are rather…good. Something that is hard to describe in terms of likeability. If you want to continue talking, perhaps questions that we both must answer, would be best. I shall not lie, only if you do not lie.

Sincerely,

HJP

Severus read and nodded his head. It is guessed it has been a week. Harry Potter hasn't written anything in the book, but the formality proves Potter isn't as daft as he appears. The such intense formality and respectability found in the entries shocked Severus.

"Dear Child:

I agree that giving each other questions will be best. I shall start,

1. What will change?

2. Why do you think you will be different?

3. What goes on to make these changes?

That is all for tonight Mr. Potter. Think about the answers. I shall not lie, but if you lie to me, punishment will come forth your way.

Sincerely, T

SS

Thus began the responding back and forth. Both the boy and the man were scared on how the questions would be answered. The man, someone who knew hardships, was curious on the treatment of the boy. The boy, someone who knew abandonment too well, thought of this an opportunity to maybe get help.

"Dear, Sir:

1. Everything.

2. I always become different. Happens all the time.

3. It is just my hormones.

As for your questions:

1. What hardships did you go through?

2. How did you manage out?

3. And do you work at Hogwarts?

Sincerely,

HPJ

Something wasn't right. The last answer wasn't a boy should be referring to. Hormones? Severus knew he lied but he needed more information on the boy. Evidence that it wasn't as it seems. Something to prove that Harry James Potter wasn't anything like James Potter. The rivalry who bullied Snape into becoming what he most feared when he was a boy. Something that must hide behind a mask because he can't let his true identity be seen. But he still must reply to gan information.

"Dear Child:

1. I was bullied throughout my years of education .

2. I have used a force greater than anything else. I used my strengths and fears together as one, as a unison, than to keep them behind me.

3. Yes, I work at Hogwarts.

Now, it is my turn.

1. What hormones?

2. I want to know specifically what will change.

3. Why are you scared?

Sincerely,

TSS

There wasn't a reply for another week. Why the replies from Harry were not in a quick manner was curious. The boy must be out with the family and keeps forgetting. Severus still went throughout his own days but Harry Potter was still leaving many questions blank. Was he doing it on purpose? Or is telling the truth? Severus waited for the next reply.

"Dear, Sir:

1. I do not know.

2. My attitude, my thoughts, my actions.

3. I am always scared.

Sorry for the late reply, sir. I meant to respond earlier. I will try to reply faster.

1. Why were you bullied?

2. What is your occupation?

3. Why are you still interested in talking with me?

Sincerely,

HJP

A late response caused by the boy's family. A beating, a broken, a bothered little boy. He was locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Surrounded by putrid smells of piss and blood. Little did the man know, of course.

"Dear Child:

1. I was different than the others.

2. I am a Head of House.

3. I am interested because I want to figure out the meanings behind your words.

I have things to do but write to me if you wish, child.

1. Why are you always scared?

2. Where are you?

3. What is happening?

Sincerely,

TSS

That that was last thing shared between that. Severus Snape didn't know every day after that, Harry Potter was beaten, starved, and raped. And Harry Potter didn't know Severus Snape was pondering in his chair. Not only that, he didn't know if the initials were Harry Potter. More likely? No. The brat was spoiled! Of course Harry James Potter was spoiled. But who else was he talking to?