I wouldn't have updated if amiser2 didn't PM me, so thank you. Classes have just started:( I'll try weekly updates. This is the longest time between updates, I promise! The quality wasn't great so I had to redo...Thanks for reviewing and sticking with this story!

Draco POV::

He passed out. Now I'm alone with Uncle Sev... Harry, why the hell did you just have to faint? Why couldn't I? That'd make our lives easier... Ok, maybe just mine...Whatever. I have other issues at hand. Uncle Sev picked him up and lied A/N: I'll never understand if you lie down or if you have lay down... him on one of the hospital beds. He cast a spell on him and walked back towards me.

"He's fine. I can talk with him once he wakes, but for now I'll talk to you," he said calmly. He was calm, but I was not. I did not want to say anything. No one really understood...I didn't want to count on anyone. Everyone had just let me down. So, so many times I had been hurt. I was tired of letting people in. Whenever I did, I had always gotten hurt. I was tired of making myself go through the pain of people betraying me. Voldemort's...Yes, I say Voldemort. Father had wanted me to become a follower at sixteen. I don't believe in him, but neither do I Dumbledore. Being around people affiliated with Voldemort it was obvious I'd get hurt worse because they know how to. Voldemort's followers are sadistic assholes who think they can run the world. Dumbledore's followers believed that they could have a world filled with goodness, but is that possible? Living in a Death Eater's house, you realize how...how...cruel people can truly be. I had to fake my life all the way through.

All these thoughts circled through my head. Snape looked at me with watchful eyes.

"Speak," he said shortly. There really wasn't much to say.

"Hi?" I asked innocently. He glared, but his look softened the slightest.

"How did you get those bruises?" he asked, trying terribly hard not to be snarky or sarcastic.

"Um..er..-" I said, trying to come up with a plan.

"Don't lie to me," he said with a tone that told me not to disobey. All was still and silent, but there was anxiety in the air. I didn't want to say and he was almost scared of what he would hear.

"Why should I say?" I whispered harshly. His face looked pained.

"I know why you don't want to," he said.

"Don't play pretend. I know you don't know. No one knows." Anger coursed through my veins. He sighed and lifted his robe's sleeve. There were scars from obvious bruises. You could tell it wasn't self harm though...Silence occurred once more. Neither of us knew exactly what to say.

Finally, I said, "My-my...father," I whispered. My voice was barely audible.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked quickly, as though I'd stop answering if he didn't question soon enough. I shrugged.

"Who'd of cared?" I asked him, voice cracking. No, Draco, quit. You're a Malfoy. Malfoys' don't cry...Unless you actually want to be blacked out on the family tree...

He looked at me and said, "I would have." Woah. That was totally unSnapeish. My face must have said this as his face turned back into a blank look.

"We don't need to talk right now," he said carefully. "Your wounds were inflicted by magic, therefore you can use this potion." He handed me a dark green potion held inside a small crystal vial.

"N-no," I said softly. Who says my cuts should actually heal? He took the vial from my hands and popped the cork off.

"Drink," he said. "Now." he added to my look. I shakily took the vial from him. What if it was poison? Well, I guess he has no reason to poison me... I'm just making excuses. I winced at the horrible taste.

"How long has this been happening?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was twelve," I said softly. He nodded.

"Go to the dormitory," he commanded me.

"Yes, sir," I said, casting one final look at Po-Harry. I exited the Infirmary already thinking of ways to make sure my "friends" didn't find out about my...circumstances. I listened to the sound of my leather shoes to the hard Hogwarts floor. I was more aware of my surroundings than I typically was. I felt a little bit better...I had always wanted to tell someone. I just...didn't know who. Or how. I never thought it was bad enough. Now that Snape knew, I felt like the weight of the world had finally been lifted from my shoulders.

"Pureblood," I said. The Slytherin Common Room opened before me. I was welcomed to the sight of green and silver couches and rugs. A fire burned while no one was there. It was 10:00, so the First Years were already in their dormitories. A few First Years were just leaving the Common Room since the clock had just chimed ten. No one else was there. You could just hear the crackling fire. I melted into one of the chairs and closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about what was going to happen next; rather what had just happened.

Harry POV:

I cracked my eyes open. There was just about no noise. I looked around and saw where I was: The Infirmary. Wait...why am I in the place I hate the most? Then it came flashing back. Snape taking me and Mal-Draco, D-Draco and I running, us both being found, my dramatic outburst... I can't believe I did that... I was in pain... And I was very dizzy. My vision was spotted. I saw a tall black spot coming over to me. Wait...that's Snape...I reached for my glasses quickly. The spots had gone away. I could see Snape walking towards me. Is he angry? I saw him raise his arm. I covered my face with my arm as quickly as I could. He froze. Slowly, I let my arm down.

"Sorry, sir," I rasped quickly. No reply. His face wasn't angry, but it wasn't happy, either. Severus Snape with a happy face...I nearly burst out laughing from the thought. Wait, Harry. You have other things to be worried about...

"I'm not going to hurt you," said Snape in a totally blank tone. I swallowed, staring at him. I sat up, feeling weak lying down. I bit my lip in nervousness. What was he going to ask?

"Where did you get those bruises?" he asked, a bit less snarky than last time.

"Y-You see, I-I was in a m-muggle f-fight..." I stammered. He glowered at me.

"Enough lying," he said irritably. "If you don't say anything, I'll use Veritaserum... (SP)"

Snape POV:

Well of course I wouldn't actually use Veritaserum, but the threat might be enough.

"Go ahead," he dared. His attitude change was unnerving.

"Potter, I'm not out to-"

"To get me? So why is it that in every single potions class I've been to I've always gotten points docked? Why is it that you always seem to hate me? Why do you hate my father so much?" Potter asked angrily. Why? He was a good for nothing bully, Potter, that's why!

I figured that would be counterproductive, so instead I said, "Potter, it does nothing to keep going into your dramatics." Silence. He didn't say another word.

"No." That single word got me so angry, I used Legilimus. Yes, I used a dark spell on a barely fourteen year old. I saw his memories... It took awhile to find his memories from his home. I wouldn't have thought home if I had already seen these memories...

When he was seven and on top of a school roof.

When he was nine and he was being beaten by his uncle facing the fridge.

When he was eleven and he got his Hogwarts letter.

When he was twelve and was his by a frying pan.

When he was thirteen and sobbing in his cupboard from bruises.

When he was fourteen and his Uncle cut his wrist.

I tried to look more, but I couldn't. He was forcing me, Severus Snape, a spy for Voldemort out of his head. He's never felt a Legilimus...and probably didn't even know what it was. I was back in the Infirmary. He was lying down on his bed, tired and drained of energy.

"What was that?" he asked is a rasping whisper. After a long pause, I responded.

"A Legilimus...I looked inside your memories." Now, how far would I get if I wasn't honest with him? Silence. An uncomfortable, awkward silence. He got up.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked him in surprise.

"Why don't you just look inside my memories again? Like you care that I am not ok with you looking inside my damn head!" he said angrily. He stalked out the Infirmary, anger shown in his bruised body.

"Potter!" No response. He was either out of earshot or didn't even care. I sighed, rubbing my temples. This was going to be quite the year. Little did I know what would become of Potter. Why couldn't he have been as easy to crack like Draco? I reminded myself that Draco suffered two years while Potter suffered thirteen. I sighed, picking myself up from my chair. I walked to the Dungeons without my normal trademark stalk and scowl. (Have you noticed Snape has so many S's? Severus, snape, scowl, smirk, stalk, smirk...) I sank down into a dark green chair when I reached my room. The same could be said for both Draco and Potter, but of course I didn't know this.

"Accio firewhisky." I poured a tall glass. Sitting in front of the fire, I tiredly tried to figure out what I was going to do next.

Harry POV:

I covered my anger in case any Gryffindors were in the Common Room. No one was, though, since it was eleven o'clock.

After saying the password, the morbidly obese picture said, "Where have you been? You woke me!"

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. The picture swung open.

"Quite alright, dear." I welcomed the beautiful sight of red and gold. The room was warm, and the chairs were just plush enough for you to sit. I sunk into one. I closed my eyes. I wasn't about to go to sleep. My head was so tired though. I thought about what had happened...Why didn't Snape look further? Thinking about the Legilimus made me start thinking of the memories...So that night was filled with thoughts and bruises from the past. Little did I know that one was thinking of the present while the other, the future.

Sorry about the shortness! I am filling in some plot holes and details for my soon to be published story! Any really good publishers for teen and young adult books? Who published the Harry Potter series first? Thanks you! Lots of love3

-WriterAtTwilight