THIS IS A REPOST (my other account got hacked and I can't even get into it to delete the stories already on there.)
"Legilimens!" Severus Snape's cry vibrated from his chest to Harry's pounding head, all saccharine and granulated smoke.
Harry shivered, his body pale, twitching and frozen beneath rolling drops of sweat. He felt Snape digging deeper into him than ever before, past all attempted shields and pitiful defenses.
Snape saw a lazy-eyed whale-ish man with a scrunched face, heard words slipping through tightly clamped teeth: "Faggot freak," Vernon Dursley hissed, ripping into the boy's hair,"I'll make sure you die alone!" The last word echoed through Harry's mind endlessly. Snape felt the same writhing snap of pain as Harry had when a fireplace poker connected with the back of his neck. There was a flash of a cowish, dark haired boy groping a desperately trying to fight back Harry, and then of the same boy pointing at Harry, telling how he'd been sickeningly, suggestively sweet to the Dursley's son. The potions master felt Harry's dread balloon in his own chest.
Then he saw Harry shivering and quaking beneath covers. Foggy and dream-like, he watched as the Dark Lord circled and paced, threateningly and more like a slithering snake than ever; those icy dagger eyes prying into him passionately, pulling a whining moan out of the boy before any desperate and dominating touches had been exchanged. Snape watched as slender fingers slammed the scarred boy's face to the earth, as he breathed out a puff of dust, white hot pain as Voldemort tore into him. It was like Voldemort's whispers of 'Fucking slut..' were right in his ear, and Snape shuddered with fearful rememberance.
Then he saw Potter holding a shard of broken glass to his flesh, in his mind a battle of whether to be a strong savior or a weak human being; then pushing it into his skin anyways for even thinking about being weak enough to mutilate himself.
Severus Snape's dark eyes popped open, his body help up loosely by the desk. Harry was grasping his chair in pain, his face painful and neck tendons bulging and shining with sweat. Severus glided cautiously to him, disbelief on his face.
"Potter.."He whispered, the boy was on the ground now, on hands and knees gasping.
"Harry, get up," He hissed sternly. Harry's eyes met his, a bitter green, wild with fear and loathing. Snape had come to his knees in front of the boy, he simply snatched Harry's arm from underneath him, pulling back the sleeve. An angry, red semi-deep stab began just above his arm crease and scribbled its way up to his wrist. Snape's face morphed unhappily.
"I-I won't be doing that again.."Harry said quietly with a sniff and weak chuckle, in an attempt at humor, his eyes studying the ground in shame.
"Yes.."Snape said with unusual, thoughtful quiet. Harry looked up, his nose brushing against Snape's. Both froze in place with flushed faces. Snape rose from his knees quickly, regarding himself reproachfully. His slender finger went to his mouth and he tapped it, his other arm resting at his waist.
"Yes, Potter," He spat hatefully,"See. That. It. Doesn't."
The potions master's robes floated behind him as he swept towards the doorway, and fell as he stopped there, his mouth parted, his darker than normal eyes regarding Harry needily.
Snape stepped through the doorway, slamming the door angrily behind him.