Harry Potter woke Saturday morning to a very odd sight indeed, Poppy Pomfrey and Severus Snape in the middle of a tense whispered discussion at his bedside. "Where am I," he groaned as he tried to sit up but found it too difficult so flopped back to the bed instead. "Ah Mr. Potter glad to see you are back with us. And to answer your previous question you are in the Hospital Wing." And with that statement what he could remember of last night came rushing back to him. He groaned and moved to cover his face with his hands but found his arms were too sore and looked down to see his wrists were heavily bandaged.

"Care to explain what happened last night Potter?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow. "Why would you care?" Sneered Harry. "Because it was I that found you lying in a pool of your own blood and was forced to bring you here so that you would stay within the world of the living." retorted Severus. "Oh," replied Harry meekly going slightly pink in the face. If he had to of been found in that defenseless state why oh why did it have to be his hard ass potions professor that found him? "I too would like an explanation," added Poppy, "Why would you feel the need to take your own life Mr. Potter? You seem a happy enough child."

"Now now Poppy. Don't you think we should let Harry gather his thoughts before being bombarded by questions?" Asked one Minerva McGonagall striding into view. "Don't you think he will be subject to plenty of those once our dear headmaster catches wind of this?" she added scathingly. "True true," sighed Poppy. "Very well Mr. Potter we shall come back in an hour or so after you have time alone with your thoughts. I will call a house elf to bring you breakfast. And make sure to eat all of it, you are substantially underweight for a boy of your height and age." Harry nodded then looked glumly down at the blanket as the adults walked into Poppy's office to continue on with their previous conversation.

'Why did this have to happen to me? Haven't I already had enough bad luck to last me ten life times? I wish Snape had just left me he has no idea what it feels like, to be alone in the world with your only family being your abusive aunt, uncle, and cousin. Your only so called friends being a bookworm and a stupid wannabe jock who were both bought off to keep an eye on me.'

Just then a house elf appeared holding a tray laden with an array of fruits and other various breakfast items. "Your food sir!" squeaked the elf, setting the food down on the bedside table it bowed then dissapperated with a pop.

Harry took the tray onto his lap and then started to pick away at the food as he thought of how he would tell the adults what had happened. How am I supposed to tell them the man they all love and respect has been manipulating my life from the very start? That he left me in an abusive home and has continued to send me back there for the past five summers. And will once again come the end of this school year which is rapidly approaching with only three weeks left of term. And not only did he choose my first real "friend" for me but he purposely chose a "friend" that would hedge me against Slytherin house which is where I truly belong.

Harry just truly learned of the extent of the manipulation when he explored Dumbledore's pensive for a bit too long before he was scheduled to meet with him yesterday after classes. He learned that he has been being pumped full of a number of potions and he did not even know the effect they were having on him. He had been so distraught that he had just wandered aimlessly until he came across the classroom where Severus found him. He stayed there all through dinner and on into the evening destroying a few dozen desks and chairs in the process until he finally convinced himself that he should just take his normal cutting a step further and end his life.

Since Harry was lost in thought he did not even notice when the three adults walked back over to his bed until Minerva cleared her throat. "Well Mr. Potter?" she inquired. Harry sighed and decided to just try and get it over with as quickly as possible.

"First things first, you may not want to believe most of what I am about to tell you but I ask of you to hear me out and leave your comments to the end," He waited until all three had nodded then continued. "Albus Dumbledore is not the man you are under the impression that he is," At this Severus snorted and was about to make a snide comment but was halted when he was shot glares by Poppy and Minerva. "You all believe he is loving and kind but I have proof otherwise. Yesterday afternoon I was sent a note that I was to go to his office and meet with him after classes had ended for the day. I complied but when I arrived he received and urgent message from the Ministry that he had to deal with. He said he would not be long so I was to wait for him and to take a look around his office. I came across his pensive in his cabinet, I had heard Hermione talk of them but had never actually seen one so I was intrigued" At this last statement all three adults sharply inhaled and shared a look of concern for the boy. Just what had he found in Albus' memories that had driven him to such lengths? "I was horrified by what I proceeded to witness. The first memory was the night of my parents murder" Minerva gulped, she knew what was coming for she had also borne witness to the proceedings of that night. "I saw Albus leave me on the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive with only a thin blanket at a short note for my aunt and uncle. He then left without as much as a second glance back. The next memory was three weeks before the start of term. He was meeting with Molly Weasely in his office. He proceeded to bribe her with a substantial amount of money to try to take me under her wing and get her son Ronald so cozy up to me" A sneer twisting his face. Severus was surprised he had never seen Harry looking like this, maybe he did have some Slytherin potential in him. "I have no idea from where this money came from" he continued "And honestly at the moment I really did not care. Oh but just wait the next one is even better. It was September first just before the train was due to arrive, he was once again in his office having a very interesting conversation. This time it was with none other than the sorting hat. He just wanted to take an extra precaution to make sure I was sorted into Gryffindor. His first was setting the Weaselys on me, as everyone knows they are very anti Slytherin which is exactly where I belong."