Harry's POV

I could feel the searing pain ripping through my body. My mind was blank. I could make out a dark figure coming towards me; I just couldn't make out who. My vision was blurry. I felt my head spinning and visions of the fight flashed across my mind. I tried to move but my body disobeyed. I felt numb.

"Drink this." A distant voice commanded. The voice was familiar but I couldn't tell who it belonged to.

I opened my eyes. When did I close them? I could only make out a vial with green liquid in it. I didn't make a move to take it.

"If you won't drink this, I'll force it down your throat." The silky voice threatened a bit louder. I didn't trust the voice. Hell, I didn't even know where I was right then. All I remember was saying "I hate you!" But to who? I tried to make out who the dark figure standing next to me was. Nothing came to my mind so I sat there frozen in place. I heard a sigh beside me.

A forceful hand grabbed my chin. The hands were cold as the person shoved the liquid down my throat. My vision became more blurry. My whole body tensed. The numbness debated with the panic. I opened my mouth to possibly scream but no words came out. The same cold hands slipped another liquid down my throat. I tried to defend myself but my arms only managed to come up halfway before dropping back to my side as the potion took effect. Finally the dark figure was going to give it the last touch by giving me the last potion. I turned my face away and bit my lips.

"Why won't you just drink the potion already?" The sharp voice questioned as it grabbed my chin again. I was about to retort 'oh I don't know, maybe because I'm in a place I have no idea of with a stranger shoving things down my throat.' But when I opened my mouth no words came out. Finally the cold hands held my head firm and the last potion invaded my mouth. It took instant affect and I could only hope it wasn't poison. I lost all control over my body and it slumped down. My entire mind shut down and this time it was just not my vision that went dark, it was all of me that went dark.

Severus's POV

I watched him as he fought for control finally giving up and going to sleep. I would never admit it to anyone, but today the brat scared me to death. Just wait until he recovers - I'll give him detentions until he graduates. How dare he go into the Chamber of secrets alone? I know I shouldn't have accused him for going into the Chamber but he was always in the place where the "accidents" occurred. I was merely using logic. Even if I did believe him - which is close to never happening - he should have taken an actual wizard with him rather than Lockhart.

Snape looked at the sleeping boy on the couch and smirked, remembering how he stunned Potter in the hallway so he could levitate him to his quarters without him running away in every other corridor. A part of him did feel guilty, but not enough as he flicked his wand and Harry's clothes changed to a dark green nightshirt resembling a silver serpent and green pajamas that were embroidered with silver. With a half satisfied smile which he rarely did he levitated Harry to his own bedroom.

Once Harry was in the bed, Snape started healing his wounds. Harry stirred from his deep sleep as Snape repaired his broken ribcages. Other injuries extracted only hisses and whimpers. Snape was finally done after what seemed ages but was only about an hour. He stared at the raven haired boy. Locks of raven hair covered the lightening shaped scar. He felt something deep stir inside of him and before he knew what he was doing, his hand brushed the locks of hair from his scar. Harry stirred silently as Snape's hand brushed against his scar. Realizing what he had done Snape quickly pulled his hand away feeling anger return for his enemy's son. He quietly walked out of the room, turning the lights out on his way.

General POV

Morning arrived and the sun hidden by the gray clouds as drops of rain fell lazily on the grounds of Hogwarts. In Snape's quarters, a sleepy raven haired boy opened his eyes. He picked up his glasses and read the note attached to it.

Mr. Potter,

The house elfs will bring you your clothes. I am in a staff meeting right now. I suggest you take the vials of potion from the drawer beside the bed. You will drink this during lunch. According to Madam Promfrey you will attend classes but she strongly recommends you do not take any notes. Also you will return to me after classes so I can check your injuries. As well to Albus's orders your friend Mr. Weasley is going to pick you up from my quarters this morning. He will go with you in all your classes and make sure you drink the potions.

Professor Snape

Harry read the note. What injuries was Snape talking about? Then it triggered his memory and it all came back to him. Ugh, stupid git made me drink potions and stunned me. After all those things that the git did to me, it's not a big surprise I'm having trouble remembering things.

"Hey mate." Ron hesitated as he came into the room.

Harry got out of bed, only to be accompanied by Ron's mouth hanging wide open.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"Do you know what you're wearing?"

Harry looked down at the Slytherin clothes he was wearing and he felt waves of mixture of anger and embarrassment wash over him. Bastard, Vampire git, dungeon bat….. A flash brought him out of his thoughts.

"RON" Harry yelled as he chased Ron who was running around Snape's quarters with the muggle camera Hermione got him for Christmas.

Moments later the two Gryffindors headed down to their classes together appropriately dressed. First was Transfiguration. Harry caught Professor McGonagall staring at him. He threw a glare her way and she blushed turning her gaze away. He started copying down the notes knowing well he was disobeying Poppy's orders.

He managed to go through all his morning classes and masterly avoided all the teachers. In Potions Snape watched him as he wrote down the notes. Snape's obsidian eyes lingering on Harry's hands a longer than necessary as Harry's quill stubbornly refused to write straight. Harry finally gave up and just accepted the way it came out. Now he headed to the Great hall with Ron. He sat in the Gryffindor table and looked around. Everyone was staring at him and some of them were even pointing at his scar. He felt nauseous and took out the vial of potions. He didn't even acknowledge the fact he didn't know what he was drinking. He just needed a distraction and he gulped down all the potions. He had an urge to look at the staff table... to look at Snape but brushed it aside and got up.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked as he caught up with Harry.

"I just need to get some fresh air ….. alone." Harry implored as he reached the grounds.

"Okay mate. I'll wait for you in the Great Hall." After that, Ron left. Harry really appreciated how well his friends understood him.

Harry walked past the trees and into the forbidden forest. He didn't go deep instead he leaned against a tree. He looked around; making sure no one could see him. Slowly he took a picture out of his book bag. The picture was of his mum and dad. In the middle on the kitchen table was a 5 month Harry Potter totally unaware of what was going to happen and what his future might hold.

Harry's eyes darted from his mother to his father back and forth. Their smiles made him crave for them. If only he wasn't the one who was cursed with the horribly bad luck. His parents might have been alive. They might have celebrated his birthdays together and actually loved him. One tear formed at Harry's right eye. It was crystal clear and it glistened as it rolled down his cheeks. If only he knew someone else was watching him behind the trees.

Classes finally finished. Harry was feeling ill again. He and Ron were heading back to Snape's quarters. Ron was looking over the pictures in his new camera, smiling at the one he took this morning. They stopped as they saw Draco Malfoy blocking their path.

"Hey Potter, going somewhere?" Draco mocked as Ron took out his wand; Harry, however, just stood there.

"Come on Ron." Harry said as he walked towards Snape's quarters.

"Oh, looks like Potty has finally given up." Draco smirked as he leaned against a wall.

"Malfoy, you better get the hell out of here or it won't be good for any of us." Ron threatened with his hands curling into fists.

"Oh look, what a perfect freak gang…. Only missing the mudblood." With that, Draco smacked away Ron's book bag causing Ron's camera to fall into the corner of the corridor.

"Crabbe, Goyle, get them!" Draco shouted. Suddenly, two oversized second year students grabbed Harry and Ron - both.

Draco turned towards Harry. "Potter has nothing to say today? That's sad; I was actually expecting a bit more of a fight."

"I'm warning you now Malfoy to go back to the Slytherin's dorm before it's too late." Ron snapped as he managed to get a good grip on his wand.

"Hmm... I will right after I beat you idiots up. Also I heard that potter's mudblood of a mother used to drink. No wonder Potter turned out to be such a nutcase." Draco lied smoothly.

"Malfoy. BACK. OFF." Harry said through clenched teeth.

"Oh looks like Potter's got a backbone. Let's teach him who the boss is here." Draco said as he grabbed Ron and put a silver knife on Ron's neck. Draco's eyes glinted as he saw Potter's eyes widen.

"Don't you dare, Malfoy," Harry said as he pushed Crabbe away.

"You know everything comes with a price." Draco said with the glint growing in his eye.

Crabbe made an attempt to punch Harry but Harry avoided it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Remember how you embarrassed me in front of the whole school during the quidditch game? I want to embarrass you the same way you did to me. For that I needed bait." Draco smiled tauntingly at Ron.

Harry stood still. Crabbe and Goyle took their advantage and started punching Harry. More blood drew from the side of his head. The injury on his left arm reopened again causing floods of blood to cover his robes. His black shirt soaked in blood dripped on the floor. His enemies continue to hurt his worst injuries. Harry showed no emotions or any sound that might give away his weak spots.

Soon, the wall behind him became stained with his blood. Draco let go of Ron and made a run for it as he saw professor McGonagall coming with Snape behind her. He would have almost made it if it wasn't for Ron's book bag in the way. Draco landed on his chin and he heard a crack. Snape and professor McGonagall noticed them and were heading towards them. Draco's eyes glinted as another idea formed in his mind when he saw his own blood drip from his chin. Snape grabbed Harry and Draco and pushed them against the wall. Harry was a little unconscious but said nothing. Behind them Professor McGonagall was yelling at Crabbe and Goyle. Ron was making an attempt to get up.

"All of you are going to the Headmaster." Snape commanded as he took hold of Draco and Harry by the collar and led them to the Headmaster, leaving the camera in the corner of the corridor forgotten.

"It wasn't our fault Headmaster. Potter and Weasley were blocking our path. They were jealous that I am better at them in Potions." Draco declared putting his best "I am innocent" face. Dumbledore gave him a look which clearly meant "I'm not buying it."

To prove his act Draco continued, "Look what they did to me." It was true; Draco was bloodied from head to waist but not as much as Harry.

"That only happened because Malfoy made a run for it when he saw you and tripped over my book bag. Also he put a knife over me and persuaded Harry to take the punches so the bastard he is can take his revenge on losing the game in quidditch." Ron shot back.

"First of all I'm not as clumsy as you two dunderheads. Second of all of all they started the fight and they put a knife over me. Do you see any traces of injury on Weasley? Lastly Potter only got hurt because he tripped over Weasley's book bag. I am not that stupid to pick a fight everywhere I go." Draco retorted.

"You're right; you're worse!" Ron yelled.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore said, putting an end to the argument which soon was going to turn into a fight.

"Mr. Potter, do you have anything to say?" Dumbledore asked hopefully, trying to bring the boy back to reality, who was sitting ignoring everyone in the room.

"Depends on whether you'll believe me." Harry taunted.

Dumbledore sighed. How in the world was he supposed to get the same Harry back when all Harry was doing was still holding a grudge against them?

"Harry -" Dumbledore started but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Weasley, I believe this belongs to you." Professor McGonagall notified handing Ron his camera back.

"Thanks." Ron mumbled.

"That will be 70 points off Gryffindor for starting the fight and 35 points off Slytherins for responding to the fight instead of telling a teacher. All of you have two weeks of detention with Professor Snape." Dumbledore stated. No longer were his eyes twinkling.

"But we didn't do anything!" Ron protested, but was silenced when Snape threw a glare at his way.

Ron looked at his feet as Professor McGonagall lectured them about respect and who knows what. Ron started fidgeting with his camera and looking at the pictures he took from underneath the heavy table. Ron's eyes widened.

"OH MERLIN!" Ron cried.

Everyone in the room was now staring at Ron.

"Mr. Weasley, would you like to share what you found so interesting that you neglected all we said about your earlier actions." Snape's request came out more as an order.

"Yes, I have proof Malfoy started the fight and we didn't even touch him." Ron claimed grinning like an idiot.

"Please give it to us." Dumbledore commanded. One by one all the professors looked at the video which accidentally got recorded when Draco smacked the book bag away. Draco was covered in beads of sweat as he eyed the camera. After the video, everyone was quiet.

"Show me your arm." Dumbledore insisted as he reached for Harry's arm. Harry was quicker and backed away.

"I have better things to do than to waste my time on useless people." Harry sneered.

All the professors were now staring at Harry wondering if this was the same happy boy that entered Hogwarts.

"Harry we -" Dumbledore never finished his sentence. Harry raced out of the room and didn't stop till he reached the Astronomy tower.

Author's Note: Okay guys I know this wasn't that good. I apologize for the delay. Next scene is Snape and Harry in the Astronomy tower. That is going to be the start of the father/son relationship. I love you all. By the way that review button gets quite lonely these days.