A/N: takes deep breath I am really sorry for abandoning this story. I just got so caught up with school this past year that I have had no time for updates. Now that I have time, I have discovered how much my theory has changed. I still beleive that Snape is innocent, but I will probably wind up changing quite a bit as I go along. Please bear with me and have patience with me as I rewrite and continue this fic. I do beleive that I will have a little more time once this school year starts. I only have 3 classes that would actually give homework so that is a nice break from my junior year. Reviews give me fuel to go on also. Even if they are critique, I really appreciate them. The only thing I don't appreciate are flames. So without further ado, may I present to you my rewritten chapters of "What He was Really Thinking"

Severus Snape couldn't believe that he was in his current position. He stood there looking at the scene before him. He saw Albus on the ground in front of Draco. In all his years of spying he had hoped that it would never come to this. Without putting any real thought into it he moved forward and shoved Malfoy out of the way. He recalled his earlier conversation with Albus, in the forbidden forest.

Severus, it is no secret that I am getting no younger. I know I am a major target for death eater attacks. I also know about the unbreakable vow you had to make with Narcissa. Severus, you cannot compromise your position as spy. Severus tried to protest. Albus cut him off and continued. You also know that I am dying. The dark magic the horcrux contained is killing me. If it wern't for you, I would be dead already. I am ordering you to Severus. Severus shouted "You're taking too much for granted Albus! I don't want to do it anymore! I don't think I can take it! Please don't make me play this role anymore!" Albus replied, "You agreed to do it and that's all there is to it." He recalled Albus then going on to order him to investigate the house of Slytherin as if the previous conversation hadn't happened.

In another conversation, he protested yet again saying, "What good am I as a spy if no one knows that this is on your orders! How are they to believe any reports I give them.!" Albus calmly replied to him, "Remember all the former headmasters and headmistresses have portraits on the wall. I will tell them through that when the time comes. Please Severus, you've got to do this." Feeling defeated, the subject was closed once and for all.

Now, he saw his biggest fear as of late. He saw the man who had given him a second chance on the ground in front of him. Albus spoke, "Severus…" The way it was spoken gave him chills. He knew that he had to kill him. "Severus…please…" He knew he was trying to make it sound as if he were begging for his life, but he was the only one who knew that Albus was referring to their earlier conversation. He was begging him to take his life for the sake of everyone. His outward appearance was etched with hate, but inside it was just hate at himself for what he was about to do. He raised his wand and pointed it at Albus, and spoke the words, "Avada Kedavra!" He watched as the green light hit him square in the chest and he went flying over the battlements out of Severus's sight.

He grabbed Malfoy, and mechanically snapped, "Out of here quickly." He heard footsteps pounding behind him Sure enough, it was Potter. He had made it out onto the grounds and knew that he would have to face him. He stopped and yelled, "Run Draco!" He knew that as his vow dictated, he had to protect Draco. Potter kept on yelling jinxes, figures that he wouldn't remember all the stuff on wordless magic that he had been taught. He blocked them all easily. How he would love to tell Potter that he was on his side, but he couldn't. It was too dangerous for him. Even if he wasn't overheard, Potter wouldn't have the sense not to spread it around to all of his friends, neighbors, and complete strangers whose side he was on. Honestly, the boy had no common sense, just like his father. While blocking Potter's jinxes he yelled instructions disguised as insults, "No Unforgivable Curses from you Potter. You havn't got the nerve or the abliity!" He needed to save some innocence in him, until he had to use them against the Dark Lord. Potter kept on yelling Curses outloud. Out of pure frustration this time he yelled, "Blocked again and again and again until you learn to keep your mouth shut and your mind closed Potter!" Just as Potter tried doing another jinx, he saw one of his fellow Death Eaters hit him with the Crucitus Curse. It was all he could do not to attack his companion. "No!" He disguised the reason for his yell. "Have you forgotten our orders? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord -- we are to leave him! Go! Go!"

Finally Potter got an intense look of concentration on his face. He was doing wordless magic. He had to defend himself, "No, Potter!" He screamed. The boy didn't know what he was messing with. What enraged him further was he was starting to use the spell that he, Severus Snape, invented. "You dare use my own spels against me, Potter?" he questioned him. "It was I who invented them – I the Half-Blood Prince! And you'd turn my inventions on me. Like your filthy father, would you? I don't think so…no!" He exclaimed as Harry dived for his wand. Harry was a plenty capable wizard, though hardheaded. He heard Potter say in a hoarse voice, "Kill me then, Kill me like you killed him, you coward!" He felt a rage boil up in him. He was risking it all still, and Potter dare call him a coward! He screamed "DON'T CALL ME A COWARD!" He threw Potter to the ground. Then that damned Hippogriff started chasing him. He was getting all scratched up. He knew he would be lucky to get out of this alive. He sprinted to the edge of the Hogwarts property, found Draco waiting outside, and apparated away with him to safety.