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CHAPTER 10 – Help
"Potter!" Harry heard a stern voice call. Harry snapped his eyes open, and saw Snape standing across from him.
"Oh…hi Professssor" Harry slurred.
"What is the meaning of this?" Snape asked menacingly.
"What? This? Oh did you want some?" Harry asked, holding out his bottle.
"No I do not!" Snape bellowed, took out his wand and vanished the bottle and Harry's joint.
"Hey!" Harry yelled and tried to get up, but in his drunken stage, he stumbled and fell. Harry then got up and glared at Snape.
"That was mine!" he yelled.
"Yes well, intoxication is not allowed at this school" Snape said.
"I must've missed the memo" Harry replied sarcastically.
"Really? I should give you detention for this" Snape threatened.
"Well go ahead. Like I could give a shit" Harry said.
"Language Potter! Now we wouldn't want the saviour of the wizarding world cursing," Snape said.
"Of course not! Gots to be perfect" Harry replied. Snape looked at him, then his eyes traveled to Harry's arm.
"And what's this?" Snape asked.
"Oh this? Well you see…I tripped and then fell" Harry lied.
"Right…and you just happen to get perfect cuts on your arm?" Snape replied sarcastically.
"Guess so…well I better get back to the dorms" Harry said, trying to leave.
"No!" Snape said, holding Harry back and locking the door.
"I will have to inform the Headmaster about this" Snape said, motioning to Harry's arm.
"No you don't!" Harry replied heatedly.
"Oh no?" Snape said, raising his eyebrows.
"No! You can just keep this to yourself. I mean…it definitely wouldn't look good if they found out that the Saviour of the Wizarding World is hurting himself, would it?" Harry replied.
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes" Harry replied.
"I don't have a choice, I have to report this, but first your coming with me" Snape said, and motioned for Harry to follow him.
"Why should I?" Harry defiantly replied.
"Because otherwise, we'll go straight to the Headmaster" Snape said, and started to leave. Harry followed, hoping to stall Snape, so he wouldn't tell the Headmaster. He definitely didn't want anyone knowing. Snape knowing was bad enough already.
They finally made it to Snape's office. Snape motioned him to enter.
"Hold out your arm" Snape demanded. Harry was thinking of not holding out his arm, but one look at Snape's face, told him he should. Snape took out his wand, and at first Harry wanted to jerk his arm away, but then he noticed that his wounds started to heal. He then realized that Snape was healing his wounds.
"They will leave scars, but its better than before" Snape said.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked.
"Because I'm sure you wouldn't want everyone to see your arm like that" Snape said.
"Well no…but why?" Harry tried again.
"Just because Potter…now lets go, we're going to the Headmaster" Snape said.
"No" Harry said.
"Yes we are!" Snape said.
"You have no right what so ever, to tell him! This is my own private life! You can't tell him," Harry yelled, not caring about what Snape would do to him for his insolence.
"Yes I do. You need to get help," Snape said.
"Yeah right! Like you would know about what I need," Harry yelled.
"Yes I do" Snape sharply replied.
"Like hell you do" Harry spat. Snape then did something that surprised Harry. Snape rolled up his sleeve, and showed Harry his arm. On his arm, were little scars. Harry gaped at him.
"You see…I do know" Snape said, and then sat himself on his chair.
"But…but…" Harry said, not able to come up with anything to say.
"Yes well, now lets go. We have to get you to the Headmaster" Snape said, getting up from his chair.
"No you can't! He can't know" Harry yelled.
"And why not?" Snape asked.
"Because imagine what he would think? What everyone would think. I'm the bloody savior! They can't know!" Harry said.
"You need help. Understand that. The Headmaster can help you" Snape said.
"Please no! Don't you know what it would feel like if everyone found out! Don't you realize that I don't want anyone to know" Harry tried pleading.
"I do. That's why I want you to go to the Headmaster. You need help" Snape replied, exhaustion evident in his voice.
"But why can't you help me? You obviously would know how," Harry asked.
"Because…you need a professional" Snape replied.
"Right. We'll you can't make me go" Harry said.
"Then I will just have to put you in a body bind and carry you there" Snape replied.
"Please!" Harry pleaded, "Please! I can't let him know….please…." Harry trailed off.
Snape sighed.
"Fine" Snape said.
"Thank-you! Thank-you!" Harry said,
"Yes well don't thank me yet. Just because I won't tell him now, doesn't mean I won't tell him at all" Snape said, "However, from now on you will see me before curfew, and before breakfast. You will show me your arms, and you will also take an alcohol analyzer potion" Snape said. Harry thought it over. He could either agree, and just have to follow these terms, or he could not accept, and then he would have to go to the headmaster. He definitely didn't want to tell the Headmaster, and Snape's terms didn't seem too bad.
"Alright" Harry agreed.
"Good. Now you better get off to bed. Tomorrow before curfew come here, and bring the rest of all of your alcohol and smokes. I'm also going to keep this here" Snape said, holding up the piece of glass Harry had used to cut.
"But…" Harry tried to argue, but Snape held up his hand.
"No buts! You will do this, or its straight to the Headmaster" Snape said.
"Fine!" Harry said.
"Good. I'll see you here before curfew tomorrow then" Snape said, opening the door.
"Yes sir" Harry replied and left to go to his dorm.
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Snape didn't know why he agreed to this. It was Potter for goodness sake. But he realized that he wanted to help. He knew what it was like to feel all alone, and taking all of the pain and anger, and using it to hurt himself; hoping to make the feelings go away. He just hoped that he could help him. This is going to be a long year Snape thought, and with that, he left his office.
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