6:30 PM: September

Dumbledore finished his annual, boring speech. But the toad of a woman stood up and gave a speech. Severus rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends." A giggle came out of her mouth.

"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizard of vital importance. Although each Headmaster has brought something new to this historic school." Umbridge nodded at Dumbledore and nodded her head. Dumbledore didn't seem pleased. Severus looked around the room. Who can I give a detention to? He looked around the tables and saw Harry Potter. That's strange, he seems skinnier than the rest of the students….maybe didn't eat because he was excited to be The-Golden-Savior again. Harry looked at the table with the professors and him and Severus caught eyes. Severus diverted his eyes. Arrogant boy. Can't even sit still during a professor's speech.

Once the toad stopped speaking, and everyone began, he looked around The Great Hall. Snape was looking at everyone. His annual sweep. He was the predator to everyone but his snakes. His new ones looked like they were fitting in already. As he was looking around the room, there was Potter. Looking at him. Why is the brat looking at me?! How dare he! Potter didn't do anything. He just sat there, staring. He looked like he was studying. Severus stared back in disgust. There was something odd about Potter. Was it the fact that Harry wasn't eating? Probably likes his home-made cooking from his spoiled life. But it didn't seem his eating habits were the only thing that was wrong, and the great Severus Snape couldn't place his finger on it. However, on the side note, Severus was so disgusted that this kid, James's kid, was staring at him, he just had to leave The Great Hall.

It wasn't the kid himself, it was his stare. It was sickening. It was a stare of cold blood and pain. Something Severus hasn't seen since he was a child. Snape walked back to his Snake's common room. He prepared his annual speech for the new Snakes. He always made sure EVERYONE was with him. He hated having to repeat himself to the new Snakes. However, he knew they were in here for a certain reason. Snape went into his back corridors and let his mind roam. Potter seems….shinier. Glamours? No, even the Know-It-All Granger knows how to cast this, it is complex. I wouldn't presume that it was in a book that he read. If he's anything like his father, then he wouldn't care to read anything other than Quidditch….The opposing voice came back.

"What if he did read it, on his own, and what if, he perfected it? Snape sat down. His hands were folded and he was hunched on his elbows in a deep thought."

But why? Why would he need a glamour? Why was he looking at me? And not at his beloved Headmaster? Questions, and more questions. Snape let himself call for dinner from his house elves. He made sure that they brought him Fire Whiskey. This was going to be a night of mental note taking and physical deducting of Potter….

Snape sat in deep thinking, as usual, but this time, it was of Potter. He knew it was getting late, but the new Snakes were still in The Great Hall. What could he be hiding? His voice came back. "Well….what if he was hurt?" Man he hated his voice.

He isn't hurt. The brat was probably fooling around as usual and hurt himself. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Okay….so what if he was hurt? It was probably himself doing it. He is sloppy. Just like his father. Snape rolled his eyes.

"Maybe," his inner voice started again, "he was hurt by someone else?"

No, no, no. Potter is spoiled. He is not abused. If he was, then he would have definitely been sorted to Slytherin. His voice turned off. Well, probably because Snape began to drink his Fire Whiskey. It's too early to start drinking. Snape thought and he slurped down his glass and placed the bottle on a mantle in his Snake's common room. What if the children find it? Snape got angry. "Fine!" He picked up the bottle and took out his wand. "Evanesco," he whispered and the glass disappeared. Snape slumped back down on the couch. He looked at the time. Almost time to meet the new Snakes. Snape stood up in his position. He was tall and his shoulders were brought back. He kept his chin up. Always look confident and others will think you are. Snape made sure his hands were behind his back. Snape knew every trick on the book….well almost every. Weasley's. He chuckled internally.

9:00 PM: September

Harry went to bed. Quickly. He got a warm shower, the first warm shower since the end of the last term. It felt good. The warm water did well on his skin. It hurt at first but then Harry found himself standing there. Engrossed by the warmth. Then everything came back. Freak. Doesn't deserve to live. Why do you get to live? You will have to die soon. Soon, isn't soon enough. I don't want to live anymore. Harry picked up a razor that he stumbled upon in a medicine cabinet above the sink and used it on his tender skin. It felt good. He drew a picture, a picture of a lonely boy. A boy who sat in the corner of his room. A lonely boy who had no savior but was supposed to be everyone else's savior. I can't even stand up to disgusting muggles such as my relatives. I'm a weak savior. Everyone should save themselves. I am no match to the Dark Lord, Voldemort. I defeated him by pure luck and got out of the cemetery barely alive. Blood was draining. A lot of blood. No need to worry about that.

Harry got out, wrapped his arm up. He got out of the bathroom in a towel. Wandless magic is going to be important at this point. Harry seemed actually good at wandless magic. He actually seemed to be almost the best wizard in the world of magic. "Multicorfors". His clothes reformed into his three sizes too big hand me down clothes and he decided he should go to bed. His clothes also morphed into the ugly colors his cousin wore all the time. Hence the spell name, 'multicorfors'. He was under the sheets he didn't let any tears fall. The room was dark. He didn't bother using any light. There was no point in looking at himself. I don't deserve nothing but pain. Just then, the voice came back. It sounded familiar, but Harry couldn't put his finger to it. "Harry….Potter….the boy….who lived….became the boy….who wished he died….sleep….the boy of pain….sleep the boy with destruction….it is all okay….it will….be okay….soon….don't let your blood drain….too fast….and don't let too much….blood….drain away….because you….will want it back…." Harry was too tired to get out of bed. The voice sounded close but so far away. Harry made sure to place silent charms around himself, just so he doesn't wake anyone up, and made sure his glamours were up. No sense in letting others see what he looks like when he isn't alert. Harry then let his eyes fall once more for a rest that wouldn't last forever but would do a great deal to his ill body.

9:30 AM: September

Harry woke up. Late. He was late. "Locomotor Potions!" And soon Harry was running through the corridor with a speed he never had. He was faster but he knew it wouldn't take back time. Late. Late. Late. He was supposed to be in potions right now! Snape will kill me! He thought running. He made it to class. Late. Late. Freak. Freak. Stupid. Stupid. Late. Late. Harry let his head fall down and found a seat in the back. He didn't notice all the Slytherin snickering and how Ron and Hermione were sending worried looks. Harry didn't have anything but robes.

Severus Snape walked swiftly to Harry's desk. "Well, well, well. It looks like our celebrity….wanted to be late on MY time?" Harry looked up at Snape. Why is he always after me? I am just like every other damn kid in this school. An inner voice came.

His inner voice , "Well you get hit a lot." Harry internally rolled his eyes.

There isn't something wrong with being hit every now and then. And anyway it isn't like I am a good kid anyway. Also, they….taught me how to be respectful….Harry knew since he was small and Snape was big, and he was dumb whilst Snape was right, he should show some respect.

Respect that was pounded into him. Harry internally, and darkly, chuckled at that. It was metaphorically and physically pounded into him what adults defined 'respect' as. Harry stared straight to the front of the class and he straightened his back. He kept a blank expression, yet he could not calm his nerves whilst speaking.

"N-n-no s-sir. No sir. I-" there was a hesitant moment as Harry wasn't sure to if he should give an excuse or not. Harry chose better of it. It was just a habit for him to be stuttering. Who knows what the school renowned hated teacher could do to him.

No excuses. Excuses gets you another beating. "No sir. It won't happen again." Harry knew to not give excuses. It's not like anyone cared to know anything, anyways…. Harry saw Snape look around the room. Then, just as Harry feared, Snape laughed. He is always laughing at me. I am late one time in all my years here and if anyone else was late he would keep them after class. But no, not me. Not me. All because I look like my Father. Oh Harry knew why Snape hated him. Just because he was bullied by my Father and I look like him doesn't mean I am going to bully him. I physically can't. So he needs to learn to bug off.

"Detention, my office in the dungeons at 7pm SHARP. Do. Not. Be. Late." He is always after me. That greasy git! It isn't fair for him to not care about anything but his little precious 'Snakes'. How is it fair for anyone else?

"Yes, sir." Harry replied. Like I am actually going to go tonight. Please.

"See me after class, Potter, also. Since you care not to bring anything with you. 150 points from Gryffindor for Potter's laziness." Harry became crude. Why can't he leave me alone. I barely did anything so far this year. He can go leave me alone. I'm not going to detention.

He knew he couldn't share it with the git, but oh he was getting mad. Wow, someone actually noticed. I'm impressed. Too bad I know he doesn't even care whatsoever. Harry saw Ron and Hermione. He waved at them and they both smiled. The Slytherins snickered. Harry looked at Draco who was staring at me. Harry gave him a glare. Bug off you freak. Draco glared right back at Harry. But then turned around. All the Gryffindors in the room moaned. Harry ignored them and did the work that he had gotten in Snape's class.

Harry made sure he did his worst job- since he was also taught doing better than anyone else, would make him stupid to let his guard down, and that would get him punished- and he also made sure to keep his head down unless spoken to. Just more habits that he learned. Greasy git won't ever give me a break, will he? First day and he is already after me. So what? Everything was burned? So I don't have anything. Why does he care all of a sudden? He never did before. Actually….no one really cared. Ron and Hermione didn't seem to notice that I didn't have anything with me…..And thus, Harry became lost in his own mind, again.

Harry stared at his work for the rest of the period. "Hello, freak. How was your year?" Uncle Vernon sneered. Harry came down the stairs. Three weeks. He was trapped in a large room that smelled like blood and body fluid. He hated the terrible springs he had to sleep on.

"My year was good, Uncle Vernon." Harry spoke quietly.

"So bring all your stuff down. Let's see everything. I think we should grow to appreciate everything you do and learn." Vernon smirked. Harry knew this wasn't good. He learned from a young age to not trust men with that type of smile. Especially Uncle Vernon. Harry began to beg in his mind for the mercy he always wanted but never got.

"No."

"No? Bring. Them. All."

"NO!" Harry ran upstairs and Uncle Vernon stayed seated. Harry heard the phone being dialed and heard mumbling and muffling. He couldn't hear anything for two hours. He thought he might have been under the clear.

But then the doorbell rang and it was a man. The police. The office. The one who was a man who paid at least once a month to hit Harry in places that shouldn't be hit or to have sex with Harry when Harry didn't want it. The one that made Harry do things just so he had the right to beat Harry or make his Uncle beat him/ Harry scrambled to the corner of his bedroom. The windows had bars on them. He couldn't leave. The officer began to walk up the stairs and Harry hid behind the door. The door opened and the officer stood tall in the room. He closed the door behind him and saw Harry curled up in a ball. In the corner. Behind the door. He got out his taser and handcuffs.

"Come on, now. Get up. Easy way or hard way." Harry shook his head and tried to hide closer to the wall. The officer used his taser and Harry screamed and Harry found his hands bound behind his back by heavy metal. Harry was being pushed and pulled through the house. He was screaming, so they used a hand towel and tied his mouth. The officer handcuffed the back of Harry's handcuffs to a metal bar on the side of the living room, closest to the fireplace. Harry was holding back his tears. He was bound by the officer who raped him. He hated his life. Oh, he hated his life with a passion. He couldn't do anything. He struggled against the handcuff binds. And soon, all his things were found and the fireplace was lit. Soon, everything began burning. The officer, Petunia, and Vernon were laughing while Harry was struggling against the chains. He needed to get out. Soon a cage that made 'hooting' noises came into view. Hedwig. They took the bird out and tied her up. Hedwig. They threw her in the fire. Hedwig. She screeched in agony. Hedwig. After ten minutes there was a silence. Harry let tears fall. His only friend during summer. Hedwig. "Alohomora" Harry thought in his mind. The handcuffs were undone. And oh, the family and the officer were scared. So scared, they beat him till he was knocked out.

Every now and then he would do some work but he was trapped in his mind. It wasn't thoughts he wanted. His summer got worse. His life got worse. He got worse. He wanted help. He needed it. But….how can you get help when you are threaten to not get help? Harry had no expression. How could he? Everything was taken away. Everything hurt. Inside and out.

I tried to bold the spells so this has magic in it! Hope you like!