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A/N: Thank you all so much for your lovely reviews. I'm far too lazy to reply to them all individually, sorry, but I really appreciate them. Just to clarify, if there is slash later on it will be really minor, and it won't be SSHP, or HP anyone else. xxx

Waking up in a different place to where I was when I lost consciousness seems to be becoming a habit. Not a pleasant one. And when I'm brought back to the world of the living this time, I haven't a clue where I am. All I know, is that I'm lying in another bed, with Snape standing by the side of it tucking away his wand. "Har-," he starts. He tries again. "Pot-." He stops again, looking slightly confused. I feel like I should help him out. But I don't. Suddenly, I remember what they'd done to me. And I'm furious again. I must look it, too, because he clears his throat and holds up a hand to halt my imminent tirade. I blink at him. "Mr Potter," he says, more firmly. "I know you are angry, possibly furious, with me. But before you reconfirm this, we need to discuss some things. Calmly."

I blink at him. I really desperately want to shout, to hit him, to cut, to throw things, anything. But I really need to know what's going on. So I say nothing. He draws a chair over to sit beside me. "First of all, I'm sure you're wondering where we are. These are my quarters. Professor Dumbledore has allowed you to bring you to stay down here until you are fully...recuperated. You will sleep and eat here in these rooms with me. You will attend classes and do homework, but you will be supervised at all times, and if I judge that attending classes is becoming detrimental to your health, you will cease to attend. Questions?"

There is a long silence. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, probably check that I was listening or something, I speak. I only have one question. "Why?" I ask. My voice is hoarse from disuse. I realise all of a sudden how dry my throat is.

He looks surprised. "Why?" he echoes.

"Yeah, why?!" I snap, ignoring how my voice cracks a little. "Goddamnit, Snape, why! Why do I have to stay down here with you, why are you forcing me to be watched 24 fucking 7?? WHY?!" I'm hysterical, but I don't care. I grab the nearest thing to me, and throw it blindly across the room. It makes a sortof thump noise against whatever it hits, but I only barely register it.

Tears are running down my cheeks and I don't even know why, I just want to stop, I don't want Snape to see this. I put my hand in my mouth and bite it, as hard as I can, trying to concentrate on the pain, the pain instead of Snape trying to wrench my hand out of my mouth whilst I hit out at him with my other arm and my legs. I want him gone, really, really. And then, just like that, all the fight has gone out of me, and I have no energy left in me to fight him with. And I find myself being almost embraced by Snape, my back against his chest, his hands encircling my wrists, his chin atop my head.

And I realise that I don't want him gone. I feel...safe? I squeeze my eyes shut and twist my head to bury in his robes. I'm past embarrassment, I just want into my cupboard. And, god help me, at this moment in time, Snape is my cupboard.

I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I know, I'm alone. And I'm mortified. How could I have acted like that? Like a baby? I dig my fingers into my arm, needing the pain again, needing the punishment. That was stupid, Potter. Absolutely goddamned stupid. I look around and my eyes fall onto the ceramic cup on the bed-side table, along with a scrap of paper. I pick up the cup. Pumpkin juice. Can't drink it. God only knows what amount of sugar they've already forced into me when I was out in the hospital wing, how far they've set me back already. Notice a plant. I glance around furtively, then slip out of bed, and pour the pumpkin juice out of the cup, into the pot. I then wrap the cup in the blanket that was covering me, and bash it against the wall. I can feel that it's not broken, I need it to break. I smash it again and again against the wall, but nothing. I take it out of the blanket, and hurl it at the wall. It clunks against the wall, and falls onto the floor, unbroken. I can't take it. I scramble out of bed and pick it up and throw it and myself at the wall, again and again and again. Somewhere in the process I drop the cup, hardly even noticing, and just pound the wall with my body. I hear a crack.

Then a faint whoosh, a seemingly faraway voice says 'Harry', and I am being pulled away from the wall and sat on a chair. I feel, rather than see, the faint crackle of magic healing my body. And then Snape's voice is rumbling through the air, telling me that, "We need to discuss some rules."

A/N: I might not update for a bit, cos I'm currently working on my personal statement for uni applications (aaaaaaaagh) but the next part shouldn't be too long. I know the self harm bits are quite prominent and graphic at the moment, but I promise they'll get less frequent very quickly. Stuff will happen, you'll see ;)

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