12:00 AM: September

It was obvious Severus Snape wasn't waiting for another year with….Potter. The wizarding Golden Boy Savior. Another year with a spoiled brat that should have died. Thought Snape.

An inside thought protruded his mind, "You shouldn't say you want him dead. After all, he is Lily's son too." Merlin, he hated his own mind sometimes. He turned off the voice. In this case, he ignored it.

Potter better be prepared for worse detentions this year. The Golden Boy will suffer this year. And it will be out of Snape's amusement. Snape smiled at the thought of many punishments.

Perhaps making them clean, the floors have gotten grimmie, and to get into each crack, a tooth brush needs to be made. Or perhaps, making them scrub cauldrons. Or maybe a blood quill could teach the brats some manners. They wouldn't mess with me. Especially Potter. The Brat-Who-Lived. Why does everyone favor him so much? He isn't that great. He is a swine. Just like his father! He is….arrogant and ignorant and does nothing but cause trouble! Oh, he will pay this year. And I will enjoy it myself! He will pay for his actions. The opposing voice came again. The voice was not going to go away so easily.

"What exactly did he do to you?" Snape thought of the memory of what happened during his occlumency lesson with potter came.

He saw my memories and every since that dreadful night, I haven't been able to lock it away securely. These memories have been haunting me. It is as if it were a spirit that doesn't want to just let me be free, nor will it let me lock it up. Snape has not been easy to forgive or forget himself or his father.

It wasn't just those memories. It wasn't just James Potter and Sirius Black and their disgraceful friends picking on him every day. Teasing him, every day. Jeering him every day. Oh no, it was the abuse. The lack of savior he never had growing up. Snape let his mind roam. He doesn't remember crying since his father made him watch him beat his mother...to death. Snape made sure the tears wouldn't fall. Snape was lost in his mind, as usual. But this time, it was on a deep and brooding topic.

After some time passed, Snape let his interrupting thought come back. Oh he was lonely. Snape was very lonely. However, showing it will never be a plan for him. The inside voice came in. Snape was mad at it's annoyance. He was very mad but that wasn't the only emotion clawing at him. Snape took another sip from his Fire Whiskey glass. The second one from this night, so far. "Yeah, but Cedric did die when Voldemort came back. His Godfather did die in front of him. Maybe he is mourning. He IS just a boy. He didn't need that in his life. He also did what you said. He blocked you out. He used his anger as a power source and then he deflected it. How was he supposed to know? Remember, he isn't just James's son. He is Lily's son too." Snape refused to let it control him.

A little stress in his life won't hurt him. He might be a young boy, but doesn't mean he can be excused from punishment. Oh, I have a great punishment! How about standing embarrassment? Making him stand on a chair for as long as I can have him for? Or curse him with Levicorpus? He wouldn't enjoy it. But it might teach him to sit still for once instead of doing whatever he does. Snape sighed. He wasn't sure what will happen to the Brat-Who-Lived. He saw private memories and he will pay. Oh he has been waiting for Potter to be in his class again. He will make Potter pay. The voice came back in his head.

"You have been holding a huge grudge. Just ignore it. He is a boy. He didn't mean to." Snape stood up and broke one of his Fire Whiskey glasses. Blasted. Get out my head! He is an arrogant brat! He deserves all I give him! The voice went away. He shut off his consciousness. Little did he know Harry did deserve what he would give him. In fact, Harry would need more love and support than what Snape would have imagined. However, Snape was blind to the call for help Harry always had. In the entries he and the Potter boy, was off. But he respected Potter's space. He asked for him to not read any entries, in fact, after a time, he stopped writing in the twin book.

Severus sat down in his chair. A nice black and cool leather chair by a fireplace. This was going to be another year with more disgusting children- not including his little snakes- and more detentions that will be given out. Severus let his eyes shut thinking about punishments he can give to the little brats.

12:00 AM: September

Harry went to bed. But he could not sleep. He could never sleep. Too many nightmares. But he knew he needed sleep. If he didn't, it would make everything worse. But he wanted sleep. He begged for sleep to come. He never could sleep. He was always waking up. Harry looked out the locked windows of his room. He couldn't cry. The last time he cried he was beaten and burned. But then, he was lying to himself. Harry held too much in. Too much. He needed something to help himself. Harry looked at his arm. There was one spot that wasn't burned, bruised, or already cut. Harry went to his dresser and pulled out a muggle pen. He closed his eyes. Whore. Freak. You are a freak, Potter. You don't even deserve an actual name. Freak. Pain went through his arm as pictures and words came alive on his wrist. Blood oozed. Maybe tonight is the night I actually die.

Everything gets worse. Especially for The Freak Who Lived. Why was it him his relatives hated him? Just because he had a magical core. He knew he should be dead by now. No one seemed to care. His life at Hogwarts gets so much better, but how can one live when boulders are on one's back? It becomes hard for him to go on living with all the memories of hatred. His Aunt reminding him that he is nothing of good use, his Uncle reminding him how to act, and his cousin reminding him how bullies act, especially when they are bored. Summer had gotten worse. Harry slept in the guest bedroom, though. There wasn't a real mattress, but it is much better than sleeping in his old cupboard. His Godfather died because of him, Cedric died because of him, everyone will soon die because of him. All because he just had to be The Boy Who Lived.

Harry felt terrible because recently he was forced in the Triwizard Tournament. Voldemort came back and killed a student….no I killed a student. Cedric Diggory's death is in my hands and my hands only. If only I weren't born or if only I was just a normal person with no magic….Just then, a memory came. A memory in which a man killed a boy. A young boy. A boy full of potential. A boy by the name of Cedric Diggory.

"Kill the spare" NO!

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green flashes as Harry wished it was him and not an innocent boy. Harry had a flashback to the day Cedric died. Harry had them all summer. Actually, everything had gotten worse. His memories took their own turn to haunt him whenever they wanted. It was as if he were stuck in them. Deep down he felt Cedric died because of him. If Harry wasn't a savior, he wouldn't live everyday with some type of regret. Harry held in the tears that wanted to fall. He denied them. Why can't I just be a normal human?! Why can't I just have a normal life and feel that someone cared for me….Ron and Hermione doesn't seemed worried that I haven't replied since we last seen each other. Dumbledore doesn't to care that I come in every year shinier than the last because of my stupid charms I have to put just to make myself look normal. I just want to be normal. I don't want magic anymore. All it did was cause others danger and it never got me anywhere but a 'stronger pawn in the war'. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived begged endless times to be normal. For his magic to just shut down and and just maybe, his so-called 'relatives' would love him. Something he never felt before. Harry crawled on his mattress springs- since his "family" didn't want him…"too relaxed", and he rested his eyes. "Silencio." Harry had to make sure he wouldn't wake up the beefy man he called his Uncle.

7:30 AM: September

Harry bolted awake as there was someone slamming the door open. Harry couldn't see well. He reached for his glasses and put them on. His uncle was there. Harry shuddered. His uncle laughed. "You fucking freak, I want to give you something. I think you want something to eat?" Harry gulped. This wasn't the first time. Uncle Vernon shut the door quietly. There was no point in shutting the door silently after banging on it loudly. However, he made his way over to Harry. He was only in a pair of boxers and t-shirt. He sat on Harry's chair. The chair Harry now refuses to sit in. The chair that once was the only little comfort he can find in this house. It was ruined because of his uncle. "Come over here you little fucking freak." Harry got up. Freak was his name. It always has been and always will be. A silent sigh slipped out and his uncle heard it. "You don't want it? Hm...well I have something for you then. This WILL make you want it." His uncle left the room and held something behind his back. "Go sit upside down in your chair. Legs up against the back, and head hanging to the floor." Harry shuddered. He had to do it. The last time he denied...Harry did as he was told. "Close your eyes you fucking freak." Harry knew he couldn't trust his uncle when he had "surprises". Harry felt his legs get cold and then he couldn't move them. Something opened his mouth with force and he couldn't close his mouth. Harry started to panic and whimper. "Oh..my dear boy, you will like this. I know you will. I know I definitely will. Now shut up!" Vernon held Harry's crotch too tight and Harry became tense. "Open your eyes you freak! Or do I have to force them open too?!" Harry opened his eyes. He saw what was happening. Harry never liked this. He never liked anything about himself. Nothing.

Then Harry was disgusted. His Uncle was in his mouth. His...dick was in his mouth. Harry tried to not make noise as his Uncle began to moan out in pleasure. His uncle shoved deeper in Harry's throat. What felt like hours, his uncle finally finished. Harry knew he had to swallow. He gagged. His uncle untied him. Harry fell on his face. Harry laid there and groaned in pain. "See? You do like it! You moaned! You gay little freak! I'll get my Dudley in here!" Harry was counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds he had until Hogwarts. 2 hours. 30 minutes. 20 seconds.

Dudley and Vernon finished with Harry. Harry was impaled by the people he never wanted to even be with. Dudley took him from behind and Harry was forced to choke down his uncle in ways that haunted his memories. His rape scenes implanted themselves more than when they branded him. They left him to place the glamour charms on himself. "Glamour", Harry whispered. He wasn't ever the same. He always got worse but it was funny how no one knew. But Harry went throughout his orders. He came down the stairs and found his relatives sitting. They looked at him and smiled. They were smiling at the fact that he didn't have anything. He had nothing but his cousin's terribly oversized clothes and nothing from Hogwarts but one pair of robes. Everything else was burned. Including Hedwig. They drove him. One hour early. They liked making him early, one less hour for them to see him. They pushed him out and slammed the door. "Have fun you freak, and don't tell anyone or you know this summer will have felt like a break!" Harry knew they meant it. It always got worse. Especially if he tells someone. They drove away. Harry sighed and entered platform 9 ¾. He found a seat on the train. He was alone. As always. The sad part is no one cared enough anyway, so who would he tell?

7:30 AM: October

Severus Snape, the most crude professor was already at the school. His robes bellowed throughout the corridors. Once he reached his Potions Class, he sighed. "Aberto." The door opened and there was darkness everywhere. He was, after all, a naturally brooding person. He headed in the room and decided to get it a little straightened up.

He preferred to be on time. But he was early. He wanted everything to be set up, and everything ready for the new members of his house and the students that would be in his class. He rolled his eyes as he saw "Potter, Harry" on the list of the 7:30am class. Although, he did have his Godson, Draco Malfoy there, too. He wanted to make sure it wasn't the same as always: the old Gryffindors vs. Slytherin rivalry. He doesn't mind Gryffindors. Just they are loud and brag about nothing better than what the Slytherins can do. However, because they are 3rd years, and they know everyone, more likely, they would try to disrupt each other's potions. It was always happening.

Severus went to sit in his desk. He kept looking at the name Potter, Harry. He almost flunked Potions, how he is in a 3rd year potions class along with everyone else, was shocking. However, this does not mean he would give the boy special treatment. This just meant, he needed to work Harry more than ever. He was not going to let Harry sit there looking as daft as always. Just like his father did. Harry Potter was not going to get another ticket to the land of celebrities just for a scar.

In his brooding thought of what how he was going to do his SAME speech as always, the Headmaster walked into his class. "Hello, Severus! Back another year, I see? Glad the students didn't ruin you to disappearance!" Severus leaned back in his cool chair and crossed his arms. His back was straight, however.

"Headmaster, I see old age hasn't drowned you into the faults of being old, this summer." Dumbledore laughed.

"Ah, how are you, my boy?"

"I am well and alive, Headmaster. What is your reason to be here?" Dumbledore took out a wrapper of a lemon drop. Old men.

"Lemon drop, son?" Severus shook his head. "I have come to see you. I heard Mr. Potter is attending your classes, and I wish you to be nice to him." Severus lifted his eyebrows.

"Why come to me in this manner?"

"I know your reputation, Severus."

"I am not going to treat him as he should be on a pedestal and praised as some sort of God." Probably already is at his house.

"I never asked you for that."

"Then what do you want, Headmaster?"

"Try to understand him. Watch him closely." Like I dare to look at that arrogant, spoiled brat!

"Is there something you aren't telling me?" Dumbledore's twinkle that was placed in his eye was gone. What lies within the Headmaster's mind that makes him fearful? A powerful wizard scared?

"My dear boy, I will be different throughout the year because devious plans are escaping through the ministry and the land of magic." Severus leaned forward in his chair.

"What do you mean, Headmaster?"

"No need to worry, I hope." The 'I hope' was said in a quiet tone, Severus barely heard it. In fact, he wasn't sure he heard it correct.

"I have done things I am not proud of. And when I am gone, I need you to help fix it. Because more likely, I will make the worst of mistake but I won't feel regretful like I do now." Severus watched the Headmaster. Mistakes? What mistakes is he discussing about? What did this great man do? "But, anyway, I wish you good luck with this year and happy beginnings." The Headmaster began to leave.

"Same as to you, Headmaster." Severus called out but then he placed his eyes toward some lesson plans for the first month of school. Dumbledore left the room. What does he mean? Why doesn't anyone tell the ministry? Expose any plans?

Sorry if the chapters seem long! I just really wanted to write a story about Snape and Harry because when I was going through my own times, I dreamed that someone like Severus- or anyone- would notice that I was not happy. So I hung onto these stories, so I hope this gives someone some type of imagination and dream world. 3 P.S: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND DID NOT COPY.