WARNING! This has a lot to do with a suicide attempt and the affects it has on different people. This does have slash in it, but that plays a small part in this story. Do not read this if you aren't ready for it. It is a little too much to handle. There are also 'Good-bye' notes. They are in italic font. Please, be careful when you read this and please review.

Dear Professor Snape,

I know that this was supposed to be an essay on the different uses of leeches, but I didn't really see a point. Not that this class is pointless. It's just pointless to me now. Still, you were my favorite professor and the head of the Slytherin house so I figured you'd want an explanation why I did this. Actually, I'm kind of expecting you to have already thrown this letting into the trash. I have to say it though.

I'm sorry, Professor. I tried to be strong, but it just got too much. I was so happy about being put into Slytherin when I first got here. Until I realized that I'm a Mudblood and Slytherin's hate my kind. I won't even go into what they've done to me over the past three years. It's not worth wasting ink over. Not that I blame them anyway. It's my fault. All of this is my fault. Maybe I deserved it. The words, the beatings, the pranks. I deserved it all and more.

Even after I was in Slytherin I thought that maybe I could turn to help somewhere. Or I could find friends in another house. I was wrong. Well, mostly wrong. I did find friends in Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. It's okay. I sent them letters too so you don't have to try to explain this to them. I thought I'd be happy, but I couldn't tell them what was going on. They were so happy and I couldn't ruin that. I wouldn't ruin that by telling them what was going on.

Anyway, I realized after awhile that the Slytherin's hated me because I was a Mudblood and everyone else hated me because I was a Slytherin. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't. It just hurt too much. I never thought I'd do something like this, but there was nothing else I could do.

And all of this has turned into a really long letter trying to explain something simple. Then again nothing's ever really simple is it? All I really wanted to say was that I wouldn't be showing up for your classes or any classes for the rest of…Well, time. You and Headmaster Dumbledore can do what you please with my belongs. None of them matter to me anymore. Not that I'm…

I can't really say it. I can't say what I was going to do to myself. But that's just it. This is my only choice. And it's what I'm doing to myself. Not the other way around. I'm to blame for all of this. It's all my fault. All of it… The last thing I want is for you or anyone else to blame themselves for this. I know what I'm doing and I'm going to do it no matter what anyone says.

At least I'll have some comfort before I do this. The only thing that has ever brought me comfort. Maybe sitting there for awhile will…I don't know…I don't know what I'm really doing anymore. Or thinking for that matter. This is…It's consumed my life. It's all I can think about anymore. That just makes it seem all the more right.

I really am sorry that it had to be you that I sent this letter to. I was going to send it to Headmaster Dumbledore, but…He had his time filled with Harry Potter so I decided that it would just be for the best to send it to someone that maybe remembered my name. Though I truly doubt that. Anyway, I know you won't read this letter until it's too late. I wasn't sure when he'd read it.

All of this to tell you that I wasn't going to be in school anymore. I guess I needed to vent more then I thought. Good-bye Professor Snape.

I'm sorry,

Robert Morris

My heart was pounding angrily in my chest as I finished reading the letter. Never in my life had I thought I'd be reading something like this. Especially from Robert. He was the last person I'd ever thought would write this.

He was a good kid. Smart. Amazing at potions. He would have made a wonderful potions master one day. What was I saying? He would make a wonderful potions master. I just needed to figure out where he was.

My mind quickly went over everything I knew about the boy. He had said he was going to someplace where he found comfort. The only place that made sense was the Black Lake.

I had seen him sitting there many times over the past few years. If that was anything to go by he would be there. Either way it was the only thing I had to go on right now.

Jumping up from my desk I started to run down the hallway knowing that there wasn't much time. If there was time at all. I had to try though. I wasn't going to let this boy die.

Robert didn't deserve this. Many times I had seen the boy being bullied by different students, but I never stopped it. I couldn't. Not without people wondering why I was standing up for a Muggleborn.

As I ran down a hallway I saw Lupin, Granger, and Malfoy. That would make this all the easier. At least I wouldn't have to run to everyone that needed to be there. I could focus on Robert.

"Granger," I said stopping in front of the small group, "Get Headmaster Dumbledore. Malfoy, get Madam Pomfrey. Bring them to the Black Lake. And hurry. Run!"

Seeing Granger and Malfoy take off running I hit Lupin on the arm and started to run. I knew that he got the idea of what I wanted. And that was confirmed when I heard his footsteps running behind me.

Just as we got outside I saw a figure standing at the very edge of the Black Lake. Both Lupin and I froze as we watched the figure dive into the lake. Instantly both of us were running again.

Before I knew it I was stripping off extra layers of my clothes and jumping into the lake. I swam as deep as I could looking for Robert before I had to pull up for air. Lupin was looking around just as I breached the surface.

He shook his head before taking a deep breath and diving back in a second before I did the same. I wasn't going to stop until I found Robert. I just hoped when I did he was still alive.

As I got ready to grab another gasp of air something caught my eye. It was a white shirt. And hopefully that meant that it was Robert. Pushing towards the air I saw that Lupin was gasping for air as well.

"Lupin," I said between pants, "Directly below."

Lupin nodded his head and dove under the water again. Taking another deep breath I went under hoping that it would be simple to bring the boy up. Sadly, Robert seemed to be stuck on something.

Going further down I saw that there was no way to get him up unless I got his pants off. Quickly moving I undid his pants just as Lupin pulled him towards the surface with me behind him.

As we took Robert to the shore I saw that everyone I asked for was already standing there. When we got close enough Malfoy and Madam Pomfrey moved forward and helped pull the boy forward.

"He hit his head on the way down," Lupin said panting as he and I climbed onto the shore.

Madam Pomfrey nodded her head to herself, but didn't look up from Robert's body. Now that I was looking I could see just how skinny the boy was and his legs. They were covered in bruises.

The beatings that Robert had mentioned were worse then I had thought. I hated to think what was going to when the shirt came off. Right now I needed to hear that Robert was alive.

"Severus," Dumbledore said looking between Robert and I, "What happened?"

"Robert tried to kill himself," I said as calmly as I could.

Gasps fell from Malfoy and Granger's lips when I said that. Obviously they hadn't put the thoughts together, but Lupin had. He just simply stared at the unconscious boy sadly.

"He wrote me a letter instead of an essay I had assigned," I said taking a deep breath, "He assumed I wouldn't get it until it was too late. The same with the letters he sent to Longbottom and Lovegood."

"I'll get the letters before they can read them," Dumbledore said nodding, "Poppy, how is he?"

Madam Pomfrey continued to look over the boy. Her wand was waving quickly as she muttered spells that I hoped were making Robert better. Anything to know that he was alive.

"There's a lot of damage," Madam Pomfrey said still not looking up, "The beatings his body has endured. I'm surprised he's been able to even breathe, let alone move. But he is. He is breathing. He's alive."

"Will he wake up?" Lupin asked softly.

"I don't know, Remus. With all the damage that was done and this attempt…I have no idea whether or not he'll wake up. And since this was an attempt at his life I don't know what his mental state will be in if he does awaken."

Silence fell over everyone when she said that. I felt the need to look around the small group to see just what was happening. I knew just how much this could affect the people around me.

Granger was crying softly to herself looking like she was about to fall over at any moment. Malfoy was doing his best not to cry, but I could see that he was just waiting until he was alone. Lupin looked completely numb no emotions on his face, but he was staring at Robert. Dumbledore was the same as Lupin though he was also looking around.

Then there was me. I had no idea what I was feeling. Robert was one of my students. He was a Slytherin. It was my job to keep him safe and I had failed. I had failed to show him that I was there for him. He thought killing himself was the only answer. I couldn't help but blame myself for that.

"We need to get him inside," Madam Pomfrey said levitating Robert, "Come along."