Hello! this is my first ever Harry Potter STory, so I apologise for any mistakes I may have made. I've tried to stick to all the relevant facts- but obviously, since it's in no way canon- its pretty much all a/u...

there is the odd bit from one of the HP books, which I have put in bold italic. anyway, since I always see these, I'll do one too-

DISCLAIMER: OBV, I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, BLAH BLAAAAH. but anyway, its not like J.K would be hanging about on fanfiction, and decide to sue me :P

enjoy, and review, if anyone can be bothered!

What Harry Saw...But Really Shouldn't Have

Chapter 1: Part 1

He was at the office door when he saw it- a patch of shimmering light dancing on the door frame…he turned around. The light was coming from the pensive sitting on Snapes desk. The silver-white contents were swirling and ebbing within… Snapes thoughts- things he did not want Harry to see, if he broke through Snapes defences accidentally. What was Snape so keen to hide from Harry? Could it possibly be information about the Department of Mystery that Snape was determined to keep from him? His heart pumped faster than ever…

Harry walked the remaining few feet to the desk, and gave the contents of the pensive a small prod with the end of his wand. The silvery stuff began to swirl very fast, and became transparent…his brain was in limbo- it would be insane to do the thing he so wanted to do. He was trembling- Snape could be back at any moment…

He took a great gulp of breath, and plunged his face straight into the surface of Snapes thoughts. He was falling through cold blackness, and then…..

Snapes' memories flashed before Harry. He saw Snape as a child, as a teenager….

He saw James Potter taunting Snape in the grounds of Hogwarts, magically hoisting him in the air by his ankle.

Snape leaning in front of Voldemort, Snape leaning on a gate- gazing at the wreckage of what had been Harrys' first home…Snape hurrying past the gargoyle to Dumbledores office….

Glancing down upon the Maurauders map as three dots labelled Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger raced down the secret passage to the shrieking shack...

Snape was limping back from a death eater meeting, Harry assumed. In this memory, he was wearing hooded black robes, and something in the pocket protruded- the ghastly silvery-gold mask the death eaters wore. Harry followed Snape as he headed through the dungeons, and almost crashed into him, as the older man halted suddenly. Harry could hear a whimpering noise coming from some way ahead up the corridor…Snape pulled his wand out, and proceeded cautiously….

Harry had started following him, but felt the edges of his vision blur as he was spun into another memory….

Snape was walking down a street in muggle London, laughing at something his companion had said- a young, twenty something woman who looked vaguely familiar…Harry squinted, but was dragged from this memory in a swirl of coulour….

He was now in Snapes' quarters, or at least, that was where he assumed he was. The dark green sofa was draped with various garments of clothing, and Harry made his way across the room to a small kitchenette area, where snape was standing in a black bathrobe- his wand over a gleaming black metal kettle. Harry saw him add hot water to two mugs with a strange looking mixture of dark green leaves and what looked like grated tree bark. Harry followed Snape through another door leading off the kitchen, into a subtly lit room- green light reflected on the walls, similar to the Slytherin common room Harry had 'visited' in second year.

Looking around, Harry realised with a squirm, that he was in Snapes bedroom, and turned to leave cringing. But he paused, almost at the door, as he caught sight of a reflection in the mirror….

Snape had placed the two steaming mugs down on a bedside table, and was now gently shaking what harry had assumed was a mound of bedclothes.

"Do you intend to sleep all day? I have no problem with that, but I do believe your other Professors will not be so…lenient" Harry saw Snape smile in the most unfamiliar way, down at the bundle. This question piqued Harrys curiosity…other professors? Snape was getting his jollies with a student?

Harry strode over- he had to see who…..who would sink to the level of being with the greasy bat of the dungeons? Harry jumped to the conclusion it was a morally bereft Slytherin girl- looking to get out of late homework, or something equally inconsequential. Still, he had to find out who it was!

He was now next to Snape, and gazing down at….at…

The girl was smiling sleepily, and reached out to the cup Snape proffered….she looked up at him, eyes bright and shining as she shifted to sit up, pulling the crisp white sheet to cover her chest "Thanks"

She lifted the cup to her lips….Harry felt sick. The curly brown hair, the pale skin, the hazel-brown eyes…

Hermione.

Harry couldn't stand it anymore. Blinded by his rage, he whirled around, not sure of his next action….but he need not have considered doing anything of his own accord.

Because Snape was standing before him, an angry grimace playing over his lips. "Having fun, Potter?" he grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck, as the dark room and a sheet draped Hermione span before his eyes…

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