Chapter 7: Let the truth be revealed.

Harry sat there, just staring. The black eyes of the oh so greasy one were pouring into his own emerald ones. Snape's eyebrow rose slowly, folding his hands mennacingly under his chin.

" Was there something you wanted, Mr Potter?" Snape drawled out in a bored tone. Yet Harry did not react to this, he just continued to stare.

" Why him?...Why did I want Snape? Do I really feel that secure when i'm with him?" Harry's mind flashed back to the scene of where this man saved him. How cold it was, the stench and brutal smell of fear evident in his room. His skin clinging to his body. And yet even as he relived this moment in his mind he still wouldn't have had anyone else save him.

" Mister Potter. I suggest if you do not wish to have another detention added to your list of things to do, Then you will kindly stop staring at me with that idiodic expression on your face." Harry scowled at Snape. Who was now smirking quite calmly. Harry stood, still feeling a little woozy and exhausted from his round in the day.

" Sir...I."

" No excuses Potter! Get to work!" Harry sighed and looked down to the floor. He made his way slowly over to a pile of coldrens that had magically appeared in a row on the far side of Professor Snape's office. Harry got on his knees finding a cloth that was supposedly set there for him. And without another loathesome thought, Harry began cleaning coldren after coldren.

So the boy has remembered fully what happened and what went through his head that night? I believe so. He chose me because I bring fear to people? Well it's nice to know Potter actually views me as fearsome. To think, he's not a complete idiot. I prefer it this way. Thought Snape as he watched Harry clean the 3rd coldren within the hour.

Harry dropped the cloth, placing his hands on his knees and taking a deep breath.

" Potter at what point did I say it was ok for you to stop?" Said Snape brutally. Harry ignored Snape, the dizzyness was now making itself known again.

" Potter get back to work!" Said Snape slamming his hand on his desk. Still Harry ignored all words coming from Snape's mouth. Something was triggoring in Harry's mind. Something he didn't want to triggor, something he had locked away for good. And now being as weak as he was, it was breaking through. Harry descended to the ground, his lungs clasping the air that was in them. And then pushing the air out like a disease. Harry met the floor like a nail and hammer. The sound echoing from wall to wall in the hushed office.

" Potter!" Snape said a little to worridly for his liking. He stood quickly and steadily yet hastily made his way over to the fallen boy. Snape kneeled down in front of Harry, turning him on his side so he could see his face. The boys lip was bleeding, yet again. And his glasses seemed to be broken beyond repair, but of coarse magic could fix the glasses. But the boy was another story. Snape examined the inert boy. He seemed to have various scaring across his face, his breathing was quick and rashioned as if he were living something in his mind. Something flashed in Snape's eyes. He could feel something pulling on his mind, hooking onto it like it was worthless. Snape's face contorted as the voices broke into his mind.

" Please, help me." Sounded the dejected Harry Potter in Snape's head. His voice breaking within every vowl. Snape looked at Harry, still laying unconscious but various emotions playing across his skin. With one final pull, Severus Snape fell backwards succumbing to the darkness of unconsciousness.

Flash back: Harry was pressed to the floor by the sheer weight of his body. The blood renching from his veins, and of coarse the handy razor blade aiding him in his plan. The pain, well the pain felt good. It was overwhelming and as he lay upon the floor the blood fluently said goodbye weaving its way out of the cuts. Finally Harry was feeling something real. And this real was solitary, keeping him trapped in his own world. He rose slowly, backing up against the far wall in his room. The darkness compressed him, he could taste heaven. Accepting and welcoming the dimness Harry let go.

Snape pulled out of Harry's mind, his heart thudding against his chest. He looked at Harry, who seemed to be stirring. Snape blinked, he could feel every single thing that went on-The happyness, immense amount of sadness, torture, the physical pain. Harry groaned and began to sit up slowly. His eyes still closed, head throbbing. Before Harry could re-compose himself. He felt a tugging at his right arm.

" Wha...What are you doing?" He questioned as Snape took hold of Harry's arm. Snape's own hand lodged on he began to slide up the sleve of the marone jumper that Harry was wearing. Harry's eyes widened.

" N-no don't look!"

" Silence!" Whispered Snape harshly. His own tone not as strong as it would normally be. He pushed the sleve up and gazed at the wrist in awe. There were lines upon lines, going up Harry's wrist. Some scarring much worse than others but all...All were right on the vein. As if these attempts were certain, like there was no turning back. Harry began pulling his arm.

" No let go. Please just let go." He Pulled harder, letting out a sob as his arm was let go gradually. Harry placed his hand to his mouth, hoping it would silence his blabbering. But it only made it worse, only drew more attention from the deep stare of those onslaughting eyes. Harry edged backwards, a cauldren pressing into his back. Snape moved his hand out on instinct, but Harry just shook his head.

" Please no more, I don't want to remember it anymore... Just leave me." His voice cracking, tender from the stress. Snape looked at Harry, every single movement being analysed. Harry cried harder, the tears streaming down his face.

" I-I know i'm weak...I know you think i'm my father but i'm not. He wasn't weak professor, I can't do this. Please just don't look at me!"Although harry's pleaful sentence was spoken in a mumbelled whisper, the agony of the moment was felt by Snape. For once in his life he was feeling sympathy for someone.

Harry began to cry so hard now that his sobs were becoming mi-nute chokes.

" Please, please just leave me alone." Harry's broken gaze met with Snape's again. His eyes red and tired from overworking himself. But the tears didn't stop coming, they kept flowing from Harry's eyes, the green being illuminated from the watery effect. Every single tear was like a knife for Harry though, Snape could see it all happening in the green orbs.

Then.

Snape let go of his mask, let it fall just this once. He reached out his hand placidly, slowly as not to scare Harry. Snape's hand came into contact with Harry's cheek and he wiped away the sorrowful tears on his right cheek.

" Please, stop crying Mister Potter." Attempting his best expression for a smile and solemly failing. He watched as Harry's tears subsided, the choking subsided but Snape received an empty gaze. Harry Potter's eyes were empty.

And yet another tear made it's way painfully playing a melody across Harry's cheek.

AN/ Hello there and please don't be cranky :(. I was planning on making this chapter longer but I wanted to end it here...You know so to keep you more interested. I don't take that long to update I promise :). Sorry if Snape was really Oc here...Accident, Snape can't be Snape when he's emotional...Well sad emotional anyway. But I do thank you for reading this chapter and this story so far, I do hope you enjoyed the chapter :). I will get to work on the next one.

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