The next morning a plump, expensive looking eagle owl found its way to Harry whilst he was in Snape's library, working on his moonstone essay. Attached was a stack of parchment, each piece filled with beautifully elegant yet legible penmanship. If it were not for the fact the owl was far too pretentious to be a school owl, as well as his knowledge of her penchant for cats, he might have thought that the handwriting belonged to Hermione, it was so neat. This was definitely someone who had grown up using a quill. Upon closer inspection of the parchment, Harry realised it was notes for all of his classes, organised chronologically by subject. He didn't recognise the writing, the owl being too plump for it to be Hermione, and the words to tidy to be Ron, Harry was at a loss as to who else would bother sending him their notes.
Harry left the pile of parchment on his desk until Snape returned from teaching that afternoon.
"Sir?" Harry asked carefully
"Yes, Mr Potter?" Snape replied without looking up from his book
"I received a package today," Snape immediately looked up "and I was wondering if you could make sure it's safe?"
"Potter, why didn't you bring this to my attention earlier?" Snape asked, rising out of his seat
"You were teaching, sir." Harry said simply, holding the offending pages out. Snape snatched the parchment out of Harry's hand, scanning it for a moment
"These are class notes." He said after a moment
"Yes sir." Harry replied, confused
"This handwriting belongs to Mr. Malfoy." Harry frowned
"Are you sure?"
"Potter, I have been marking the essays of Mr Malfoy for five years, do you really think I don't know what his handwriting looks like?"
"S-sorry sir. I just... I don't see why Malfoy would help me."
"The same why you didn't see why I would help you?" Snape asked snidely
"Well, uh, yes, sir… I'm still not entirely sure why you're helping me." Snape sighed
"Because believe it or not, Potter, you do deserve help."
A few days later Harry woke late, feeling like he'd been run over by a herd of hippogriffs. He could taste orange in his mouth, which was odd, because he hadn't requested a dreamless sleep the night before. There was something off this morning, the pain in his ribs that he'd grown used to had suddenly vanished. It was only when Snape walked in did they both noticed that he had carelessly left a bottle of Skele-Grow on Harry's desk. The pieces slowly started to fall into place, the reason he was feeling strange in the mornings, why he had been tasting potions that he didn't remember taking. "When?" Harry asked
"When we went to church. I sent you for a nap and performed an x-ray charm." Snape replied quietly. Harry started gathering his belongings.
"You lied to me." He said darkly, packing what little he had with him into the rucksack Dobby had brought them down in.
"Harry, I had no choice." Harry slammed down the book he was holding and turned to face Snape.
"You lied! You promised you wouldn't hurt me! You promised you would never do something I didn't agree to! You lied to me the moment you gave me that sleeping draught!" Harry shouted, beyond angry. He took a deep breath and turned to face the opposite wall. "I'm going back to my dorm." He said calmly. "I wouldn't want to waste any more of your time."
"Harry, you're not-" Snape tried to reason
"Goodbye, Professor." Harry interrupted bluntly, slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving. Snape was at a loss for words. There was nothing he could say to convince his young student that it was a mistake, but like his mother so many years before, Harry walked away, and Snape could do nothing but watch and regret.