Chapter VII
Harry sat dumbly in Snape's office, opposite the desk that the man sat behind.
Honestly, Harry was thinking that Severus perchance hadn't given him the gift, for it almost seemed as though he was in trouble with the man.
Harry mentally flinched as he remembered how his last detention went.
"Harry…," the man began as if unsure of himself, "how was your…night?"
Harry merely smiled at him; he looked so awkward.
"So it was okay?" Snape asked, misinterpreting the smile.
Harry thought about it for a moment before deeming it good. He nodded.
It wasn't every night that he wasn't knocked unconscious do to man-made products being injected into his ass that hurt like a fucking rhino stabbed his rear every morning.
"Harry…may I ask you a…personal question?"
Harry's smile was wiped away. He tilted his head to the side as if to say, 'Ask away' in a very wary manner.
"May I ask why you don't talk?"
Harry felt the anger inside burst forth and fill his veins.
"Are you alright?" Severus asked, sounding worried.
Harry gritted his teeth in anger. There it was again, the false concern. It filled him with such hatred and anger that he very nearly erupted. But somehow, he kept calm.
Snape moved around the desk and walked over to the window and opened it some to let in a chill, as if he felt the heat rolling off of Harry ten fold and he wanted things to cool down.
After a minute, he shut the window and walked back over to his desk and sat down again.
"Was the cool air a bit better? I'm sorry for asking that question. If it makes you that-."
"Why are you sorry!?" Harry screamed. "All of this is fake concern! It always is! That's what my teachers said before raping me! Alright? That's how my uncle acted like before he raped me! The same goes for my cousin, my aunt, and even an aunt that isn't even related to me! They never meant it! Never! They beat me my entire life! Made me their slave!
"Next thing I knew, it was my birthday and they were shipping me away here with fake tears in their eyes for this fucking institution to take me! I tried to talk about it with the last psychologist! I really really tried! But did he listen? No! It was all fake concern! None of you care!
"That man never listened! Never! It was all a bunch of lies! I would go to school to get beaten up and fucked! I would go home to a fucking horny uncle who watched porn all day who would rape and beat me, too! Not to mention my fucked up cousin and aunts! Beaten and raped and made to do chores! Sold out for prostitution for more money! Pedophile websites that I've been tied up and blindfolded for since I was two! TWO! I never knew! Never! I had to find out for myself! Never!
"I never want to talk again because no one cares! It's all fake! FAKE! FAKE! FAKE! I just wanted someone to help me, but everyone turned their backs on me! No friends! No family! I have nothing! I am nothing! I've been nothing! NOTHING! So I don't want your fake concern! Your fake pity! I just want to get the fuck out of here where I know I can live a life!" Harry was shrieking toward the end of it and rapidly beginning to fall to pieces.
Harry put his face in his hands and was racked with violent sobs.
Severus wasn't sure of what to do, so he did the natural thing. He took the boy into his arms holding him close to himself, trying to keep the boy together as if he were falling into a million pieces.
