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Harry stood his ground in the dim Dungeon his eyes wide and face pouring with sweat as he was shaking. His green eyes collided with that of his loathsome Potions professor. He wanted to run to hide Snape was never supposed to see those memories. He never wanted Snape to see himself as weak but he'd seen them and now Harry refused to shrink away.

Severus Snape looked at the black haired teen in shock. He hadn't expected what he'd seen. He hadn't been prepared for what he'd experienced. Potter the pampered Prince wasn't so pampered after all and Severus felt himself shiver as he thought about the memory of the tiny boy shivering in a cupboard. "Why didn't you ever tell anyone Potter?"

Harry laughed bitterly. "Like anyone would listen they never do haven't you noticed. "The Dailey Prophet thinks I'm lying everyone thought I was lying last year I beg Dumbledore every year not to go back there but he says I have to for my safety and why the bloody hell do you care anyway." Harry stormed from the spot he'd felt like he'd been glued to only moments earlier and grabbed his bag.

"Potter stop right there." Snape demanded.

"Why so you can mock me more I think not goodbye professor." Harry snapped leaving the dungeons and the older man behind. Severus slumped into a seat and shook his head. The boy looked so much like James Potter so much that he'd let himself be blind let himself not see what was evident and Albus had done it too Severus racked his brain for what he could or should do. He knew he needed to fix it with Potter to gain his trust but how the boy hated him with good reason. He rubbed his hands over his face "Albus what have you done." He sighed walking to his room and letting his mind try and wrap around the issue at hand.

Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor common room his head swimming with questions that he just couldn't answer. Why did Snape care why did Snape look concerned and why did that concern make him happy?" He was so distracted when he walked into the common room that he almost ran into Ron.

"Hey Mate What's up?" Ron said noticing the vacant look on his friends face.

"Huh," Harry shook his head. "Oh nothing sorry just Occlumency lessons with Snape."

"How did they go?" Hermione looked up from her book and over at her friend.

"As good as could be imagined I guess." Harry shook his head. He didn't want to tell his friends the truth. Sure Ron had seen his bedroom at twelve but even Molly Weasley hadn't believed the boys when they'd said there were bars on his windows.

"Was Snape a total git?" Ron scrunched up his nose.

"Of course it's Snape." Harry snorted not about to think about the concern that had flashed in Snape's eyes as they stood staring at each other across the cold room.

"when's your next lesson?" Hermione had finally shut her book concentrating on the conversation in front of her.

"Not sure I have detention with Umbridge tomorrow though." Harry shivered just thinking about it. He felt the faint scars that spelled out I must not tell lies on his hand.

"You really have to stop arguing with her." Hermione shook her head.

"I won't hide the truth Hermione don't ask me too."

"No that's not what I'm trying to do what I'm trying to do is too protect you okay I don't want too see you hurt."

"I'm fine Hermione." Harry sighed. "Do you know when the next DA meeting will be?"

"I'm thinking Friday." Hermione said "You're still doing a refresher on the Patronus charm right?"

"Yes." Harry nodded standing up. "I'm exhausted I'm going to head to bed.

"Night." Hermione smiled.

"Yeah night mate." Ron said turning his attention towards the board he'd just set up to have a go at chess with Seamus.

Harry climbed the stairs and let himself into the fifth year boys dorms. He grabbed his PJ's from the top of his trunk and changed before climbing under the covers. As he drifted off to sleep his mind flashed with many images including the one that Professor Snape had seen. Him huddled into a cupboard at eight years old. Harry himself couldn't remember what he'd done to deserve the punishment he'd received that time but he remembered it hadn't been pleasant. His mind then flashed to man other moments from his life until it settled on his meeting with Snape. His hatred for Snape his loathing of Snape and now this odd feeling he was getting from the look Snape gave him. His eyes closed on the reminder of the look in Snape's eyes.

Severus Snape himself was thinking about his own childhood the abuse the fear and then he thought of those eyes that he'd looked in like he'd noticed them for the first time. Eyes that until then had always reminded him of Lily Evans but now he could see they weren't the same. No the eyes in the face of the boy were so much more haunting then his mothers could ever be and Severus feared that the glowing green orbs would be haunting him in his sleep taunting him. Accusing him of not seeing what was right in front of him from the beginning. Severus closed his eyes but knew he was in for a sleepless night of flashing nightmares and whispered accusations.

A/N so this is my first Slash story with in this fandom yikes. I love reading Snarry but I'm not sure how good I'm going to be at writing it. I already partially have chapter 2 planned out so if you like this please review. And please be patient with me as I get into writing Snarry.