Discalaimer: I wish, I wish, with all my might that I owned Harry Potter. Sadly no. I am far to poor to have accomplished that.

Warning: This will be the last one until something new comes up so read closely. This story contains Evil!Dumbledore, Nice!Snape, and Bully!Ron.

Harry's POV-

After a few moments of awkward silence with me sitting at the farthest edge of the table to avoid me future murderers, Ron shot out of his seat.

"What the bloody hell! Harry isn't some slimy snake! Put him back where he really belongs, here in Gryffindor with us!"

McGonagall started to thin her lips and begin to go give Ron a detention for speaking out when the hat spoke.

The same soft voice from before was now amplified to fill the whole hall. "Mister Potter was meant to be in Slytherin from the day he first came here, Mr. Weasley. The only reason I didn't put him there originally was because I was asked to put him in Gryffindor. He was the equivalent of a snake in the lion's den every year he was at Hogwarts. He simply hid it from you."

I froze when the hat voiced my story to Ron. At this rate the hat was going to spill my secret.

"At any rate, Mr. Weasley, How much do you honestly know about dear Mr. Potter? Do you know his fears, his dreams, his deepest secrets? I do. I can tell you every single event he had to live through during his life."

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. I didn't notice the silence increase around me or the shaking plates all over the Great Hall. I simply saw red. Red and the Sorting Hat. "If you don't shut your trap, I will personally come over there and rip you to shreds. I will break every enchantment on you and I will make sure you can never be fixed. I will make your existence a living hell if you don't stop talking about me as if I'M NOT HERE!" As I spoke to the hat the temperature seemed to drop and the plates began to shake even harder.

"Very well Mr. Potter. I will continue sorting and say nothing about you or your life again."

Nodding, I stormed out of the hall and to the Slytherin common rooms. I knew where they were from second year. Sitting down in front of the Entrance, I fumed about my near exposure. He had no right. It was not his secret to tell. In the back of my head I heard a different voice though. This voice spoke of how the hat was trying to help him get away from Dursleys and be accepted at Hogwarts as a Slytherin. Shaking his head at the overly forgiving voice, he began to pass the time until the Slytherins came to their common room by practicing his metamorphmagus abilities.

He had discovered them this summer when he was desperately trying to get Dudley to not notice him and the boy had only asked if he saw Harry pass by. Confused he said no, which was true, then walked past quickly. Reaching a public loo he had seen that his previously black hair was now a light brown and short and straight. His eyes were also now deep brown and his scar was gone. His glasses were also gone but that was due to Dudley having broken them to where Harry couldn't wear them anymore. He had an extra pair at home but he hadn't gone back yet. Focusing, he tried to make his eyes blue but they only flashed before he was back to normal Harry, scar and all. That was why he needed the glamour, his powers where nowhere close to under control and trying to keep a different form for a month would have been too risky.

After about 30 minutes, he heard voices coming from down the hall. Shifting his face back to what he hoped was normal; he stood and watched his 'housemates' approach. They seemed surprised that he knew where to go to reach the Slytherin dorms but shook it off and opened the portrait using the password Basilisk. He slipped in ahead of the rest of the house then sat down in the equivalent of his chair in Gryffindor. He watched the rest of the house file in and line up oldest to youngest, with the Prefects helping the first years. When the girl Prefect approached him, he simply raised an eyebrow and glanced at where he should be before sinking further into the chair. It was quite a comfy chair after all. A throat clearing behind him showed Snape to be glaring down at him.

Leveling the glare with his own, Harry waited for a detention or something equally horrible to happen to him. When Snape began to approach him, he couldn't stop his muscles from tightening in fear. The dungeon bat looked nothing like Uncle Vernon but he was giving off the same aura Vernon had when he decided to try and beat Harry within an inch of his life. When the professor actually grabbed the back of his neck tightly, the tears came on instinct as did the fetal position he was now supporting.

Snape's hand seemed to freeze on the back of his neck as a silence so thick the Sword of Gryffindor couldn't have cut through it seemed to permeate the room. As time passed, Harry was slowly able to uncurl and look at Snape. The professor's eyes were full of shock and another emotion Harry couldn't identify. Uncomfortable with the attention on him, he burst out of the chair and ran. He ran until he thought his feet would fall off than ran some more. By the time he had stopped, it was way past curfew and Harry had reached the astronomy tower, albeit in a roundabout way.

Collapsing onto the floor of the tower, Harry curled up and just let go. He dropped the glamour and he cried his heart out. Every let thing that had ever caused him pain or frustration seemed to come back to the front of his mind. The times where Vernon tried to burn him for burning food, the times he succeeded, the dark days alone in his cupboard without food or water. Then there were the years at Hogwarts. The near death battles every year, being sent back to the Dursleys every year because no one would want a freak like him. Even among wizards he was a freak. No wizard could meet him without looking at his scar, he couldn't be around snakes without scaring over half the school into thinking he was some evil Voldemort Jr. Maybe it would be better to just hide. He could go find a cave to live in and just show up one day to defeat Voldemort or whatever they kept him around for then go back and be alone in peace. No more abuse, no more pain, no more betrayals.

That is what Ron and Hermione will do after all. They will leave him because of the house he was stuck in, because of a stupid hat. No, they would leave him because of the stupid school rules. Every friend he ever thought he had would leave him. He would be the outcast even among Slytherins. He, he would be the Voldemort Jr. all over again just like in second year. Why? Why couldn't his life just be normal and peaceful for once? Closing his eyes, Harry let himself fall into the darkness that was sleep.

3rd Person POV-

What Harry hadn't known is that his escape from the Slytherins and Snape wasn't without notice. All around the castle teachers were searching for him. Some were doing it poorly but two were going above and beyond to find the distraught teen, a Professor McGonagall and, shockingly, Professor Snape. They had split up to cover more ground and Snape was working his way up to the Astronomy tower while McGonagall checked around Gryffindor Tower since Harry had spent three years at home there and could have tried to come back. Snape was growing tired of the search and was tempted to let the boy sleep elsewhere in the castle when the sound of quiet sobs reached him. Looking towards the noise, he saw the open door of the Astronomy Tower and a small bunched up figure crying in their sleep right by the edge. Rushing over to get the boy out of danger, he was startled once he got a closer look. The child appeared even tinier in his school robes and his face was covered in fading bruises. The biggest concern though was when he picked the boy up and felt a wet stickiness on his hand and smelt blood.

Rushing to his rooms, he alerted the other professors that the boy had been found and was back in his bed. Turning to the boy on his couch, one thought crossed his mind, bloody hell.