Harry would never be completely the same again after the war. But not many people would. Harry would of course , still go back to Hogwarts. To his large chambers, not far from Snape's dungeons. But not close enough either.

When Snape came to give him a potion or deliver a message from the headmaster, Harry would always offer tea and Snape would never accept.

"Maybe tomorrow then Professor. " Harry would say.

Snape would not answer, nodding briefly at him before walking back to the safety of his own chambers.

And sometimes Harry would go and visit him. See if he was needing help with potion making or anything else of the sort. Snape would almost never need help, but he never made Harry leave either. So Harry would come and sometimes make them tea, that only he would drink.

Harry began to wonder, If Snape even drank tea. "Care for some professor?" Harry would ask pouring himself his third glass. Snape would roll his eyes and answer the same as all the other times before that , " No, Potter."

Harry sighed and sat down across from him, at Snape's desk. "You screamed again last night. I heard you." Snape said calmly, not looking up from his work. "You might want to start putting up silencing charms, so the rest of us can sleep."

Harry bit his lip and ignored Snape's uncaring nature. "You're Right. I will tonight." He said calmly. Suddenly, Harry didn't feel much like tea.

'Do you like it Potter?' Malfoy asked tying his wrists and biting his neck hungrily. 'Do you want me, hard and fast, making you scream?' He taunted. Harry fought, he tried to get away ; tried to stop him . 'No...no please...' Harry hissed moving the small portion of his body that he could.

'You want this...you need this...' Malfoy hissed shoving hard into his body. Harry howled and Malfoy barked and laugh. 'Scream Potter... I want the world to know what I do to you..'

"Potter?" Snape asked brow raised. Harry looked up and saw dark eyes. Eyes like Malfoy's, eyes like a death eater. "I"ll see you professor." Harry whispered letting his cup slip from his fingers.

Harry thought he heard it hit the ground with a loud breaking noise, but he couldn't be sure. He was out of the rooms before Snape could even say a word.

Harry would never completely feel the same. Never really feel like he was normal and safe. Never feel like he was free and innocent. He would never again be innocent. But it wasn't his fault , not really.

"People worry about you, even if you think they don't, Potter." Snape told him. Harry knows it's true. They always worry about him. Worry if he's sick. Worry if he's crazy. Worry if something incurable is affecting him.

They don't wonder if he's scarred, or if he's just trying to live without everyone interfering. They worry if he's going to be normal again. And Harry wonders if he ever was normal.

"They say they Worry. But Really they just wonder ." Harry tells Snape. Snape grunts and rolls his eyes . "Does it really matter as long as they know you still exist?" Snape asks.

Harry looks down at his hands. Their there . So he's there. He's still alive. Even if Ron isn't, even if they don't care, he is alive. He does exist.

"I suppose not." Harry says resting his hands back in his lap. Snape looks out into the distance and moves carefully closer to Harry.

Harry sighs and leans back against Snape's legs.

"No, it doesn't matter." Harry decides.

Malfoy was dead. He was alive ; as was Snape.

Nothing else really mattered.

Not really.