12:15 AM: September

Harry Potter, the Brat-Who-Lived, was talking with his friends. Nothing new, nothing very interesting. But this wasn't the same Harry Potter. Just as Severus was deep in his thoughts, his own house turned the Longbottom's kids hair slick-back, black. Severus smirked. Just like I did when I was their age. He watched as there was something being discussed with the Golden Boy and his friend. Then, the Golden Boy was silent.

Severus kept a close eye. Something was not right, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Coming to think of it, Potter didn't even touch his food. He looked down; then, his glance was directly at Severus. His eyes were the same as before: full of misery and woe. This wasn't something a regular boy would hold in his eyes. It was so much misery, it could be told from a far distance. However, children were ignorant. Of course none of his friends noticed. As the boy looked away quickly, Severus looked around the table, and saw Dumbledore. Something, in fact, did change. He seemed more….brooding than he last saw the old man. I wonder what got his robes in a twist. Severus ate little bits of his food and made sure to check on everyone throughout The Great Hall.

2:30 PM: September

Harry made sure he wasn't on Dolores Umbridge's nerves. He kept a fake, dry smile. He kept his back straight, and kept looking like he wanted to be there. He didn't want to be punished again. Dolores Umbridge made sure to pass his desk with her ruler that she clenched. "Tell me, class, what is the spell 'Legilimens'?" And as always, Hermione Granger raised her hand.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"Legilimens is a spell that allows the caster to delve the mind of the target."

"Good."

"Professor? Why are we learning about this? This is an occlumency spell."

"Right that, Ms. Granger. However, for today, we are going to use this method in Dark Arts. Only because this spell is more known to be used for finding the weakness of the target. Would anyone like to try it? Any volunteers?" No one moved a muscle. Harry kept smiling. Sweat started to drop from his forehead. Please don't. I can't have anyone get into my mind. Please. Dolores smirked. "I'm joking, I wouldn't do this to the….precious….young children." She turned her back.

Ron looked at Harry. "A shame she didn't, Harry. We could have all learned what goes on in that empty head of yours." All Harry could do was nod his head. Ron chuckled. "See? Nothing but a daft boy." Harry looked at the bored. He watched as Dolores Umbridge smirked at herself. What did I do to any of them? Harry felt quiet small and lonely. Ron had this smile that was full of hunger and disgust. Harry felt sick. He wanted to at least pass today with no harm.

Ron. A boy who was Harry's best friend, a boy who helped Harry, a boy who Harry could trust. But now, Ron was a different person. It was almost as if something took over his body and mind. Harry went through any memories he could find with him and Ron to see if it were something that Harry Potter said or had done. There was nothing. Harry James Potter found nothing. He sulked in his mind.

6:00 PM: September

Draco sat with his friends. He was one of the only Death Eater that attended Hogwarts. He was proud to be a Malfoy, the only catch….he isn't that much proud to be the son to Lucius Malfoy as he was of the son of Narcissa Malfoy. "There is something wrong with, Potter." Draco finally spoke. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Blaise looked at him.

Draco always wanted to be Harry James Potter's friend. It was odd how everyone who seemed to hate the Boy-Who-Lived actually wanted to be around him. That is, everyone but Severus Snape. Draco learned from his Godfather, Severus Snape, his father, and his mother how to read body language and to see the most hidden spells. Although glamour charms weren't taught, young Draco Malfoy was taught what they looked like and how they can be hidden, even among the best spell casters. And Draco Malfoy has seen some shiny parts of Harry Potter.

"What do you mean, Draco?" Pansy asked. "He seems as he always does. Cocky, proud, arrogant. If anything he acts the same." Draco glared at her.

Draco always had a half thought about Potter. Was Potter really arrogant and cocky or was there something more? Draco Malfoy knows what it is like to hide secrets, and when you have to hid secrets, you can easily deduct other people's secrets, too.

"No, you're wrong."

"How so?"

"He is acting bizarre. As if all sense was beaten out of him. His appearance doesn't seem raw. Like he plastered his looks onto himself as if it were a responsibility."

"Why do you care, Draco?" Blaise asked.

"Because, what if we aren't all different from him?"

"Has your father been talking to you, again?"

"No….my Mother has." Draco was silent for a few moments. Draco was at his manor with his Mother. She was tying his tie and speaking. "Dragon, you must not live your Hogwarts life judging others." His mother's voice was elegant and strong.

"What come of this, Mother?"

"A new year will begin, but I want you to re-encounter with young Harry Potter."

"But why, Mother?"

"Because, Dragon, I speak not from your Father's point of view, but of mine. Maybe he was scared of you." Draco scuffed. "No, Dragon, I want you to try to understand where he comes from."

"He comes from a spoiled muggle house where he lives with arrogance."

"And how do you know that, Dragon?"

"I….don't." She combed his hair with her hands.

"I know what your father says about him, and he thinks of your friendship more as for power, but I want to see your friendship with Potter because you want to be. You don't have to be, but watch him. Maybe he isn't what everyone thinks, my Dragon."

"Yes, Mother." She smiled. They both left the room to visit Lucius Malfoy in his own manor.

"Did she open the 'be friends with Golden-Savior-Of-Wizarding-World', again?"

"Not in those words. You know my Mother only wishes me to be the best wizard with a more….optimistic success."

"Of course-" Crabbe and Goyle said at the same time.

"Well, she agrees, I should be friends with Potter, however, she believes he isn't one that everyone says he is. That maybe, he is different, hiding a truth that we can all share in this house."

"Do you agree?" Pansy looked at him.

"In a way. You seen him in class." He looked at Blaise. "Doesn't he seem odd, to you? Like he is slowly isolating himself, acting formal all of a sudden, lost interest in school?"

"I guess, but I don't care much about the Golden-One." Draco nodded. His discussion then changed to the Daily Prophet and the memorial of Cedric Diggory.

"Do you think he really killed Cedric?" Pansy asked.

"Of course not. The Dark Lord has returned. His apprentice killed Cedric with no other than the Killing Curse."

"How do you know?" Pansy asked, again.

"Trust me." Draco began to eat more of his healthy, fish dinner with a side of grapes. Odd one, that Harry Potter one is. He is acting strange, but no one else seems to see it.

7:30 PM: September

Harry and Hermione were in the library. Ron was in The Common Room. She placed a book- a thick book- in front of Harry. "This, is a book about how to channel your magical core to practice wandless magic. I just want to let you know, it isn't easy." Harry sighed.

"Thanks, Hermione. I'll stay here and read it." She smiled.

"I'm going to go to The Common Rooms, since Ron needed help with some homework." Harry nodded his head. I already know wandless magic. It's not like she even knows how to do it herself. Hermione left. Harry smirked. He was by himself, and he needed this time. He picked up the book when he knew she was gone and put the book where it was found. He walked down the corridors to the Astronomy Tower. He needed the fresh air.

Once he got there, the sun was replaced with the moon. Harry felt the cool, dark breeze and he saw the moon shining bright. He was alone, but he was always alone. However, the moon was his friend. "Hello, friend." There was no response other than the insects that made their calls to each other and the stars that twinkle in response. "Why must you leave on nights that I need you most?" The stars seemed to be twinkling brighter as if they knew what he was saying. Harry sighed. He hung his head low and tears started to swell up and he looked back at the sky. "My friend, I don't want to be here. Everyone hates me, everyone ignores me, or tease me, or something. I don't want to be alive. If I can follow through, can I become a star? That way, I help someone else in their needs." Why must the moon disappear? Why can't it stay with me? He heard swift movement of pavement. He turned around. "Hello?" There was no answer. An animal. He held his head down. He looked at the height. He turned his head. If someone was watching him, why did they run? Harry became cold. He lifted himself to peer down off the edge. His feet weren't all the way on the ground. He stepped down and took off his beated, old school shoes. He felt the cool pavement of the tower on his feet. He let his toes separate and breathe.

Just as he bent over the ledge, he let his feet were leaning against the cool wall. A man in all black stood behind the lost boy. "What do you think you are doing, Potter?" No, no, no….Not him. His voice made Harry flinched at the anger in Snape's voice and slipped against the wall. His knee skinned and he kept in his wince of pain. It'll heal….it'll heal….Severus Snape kept his stance. Harry turned around and faced the professor.

Severus Snape was standing tall, not even looking down at the boy. Harry James Potter was small. The professor only used his eyes to look at the boy, as if one movement he were to give towards the boy proved that he cared.

"I-I-uh, Sorry, sir. It won't happen again." Severus walked closer to the boy. Severus had a tall and strong posture. In the dim, moonlight, Snape's eyebrows were raised. Please don't hurt me. Harry begged in his mind.

"I heard that you were talking about ending your life. Do you wish to cut this foolish act? Or will you actually do it, and prove to me, you are an attention seeking pest?" Harry felt his face get cold with fear and anger. Why does he always have to do this to me? I don't want attention. I thought I was alone. I am always alone, so why was I not alone tonight? Please, merlin. I can't stand being placed on a world where I am a murderer, a freak, a whore, and a disappointment.

"No, sir." Harry let his face fall in shame. "It won't happen again, sir." His voice came out in a whisper. Severus walked towards Harry once more.

"Look up at me, Potter." Harry moved his eyes toward Severus. "Why do you keep acting in this manner?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"This. You are acting foolish. Pretending that you are formal and respectful. Is it because I told you who you really were? Arrogant? A swine? Just like your father?" My father is nothing. He lived and then died. Harry made no movements. Please….

"No, sir. Just-"

"Just what, Potter?"

"Thought I needed to clean up my act, sir."

"Why all of a sudden, Potter?" Snape sneered this statement. Harry backed up. Feeling the cool wall against his healing wounds.

"I just….decided if I were to succeed….I would need to get my act straighten."

"That did not answer my question."

"It did, sir."

"No. It. Did. Not."

"Yes it- sorry, sir."

"So tell me the truth, you arrogant brat!"

"I-I don't want to be like my father, sir."

"Liar! You know what, jump off. I dare you. Show the world who you really are! An attention seeking, brat!" Severus let his voice increase with anger. Harry felt tears form in his eyes. Does he want me die? Is he like everyone? He picked up his shoes. He began to walk past Severus when he gripped Harry's shoulder. "Just like your father. Wanting to leave when he knows he is vulnerable." Harry stood there. He sniffled and shook Snape's hand off his shoulder. Harry began to walk through the door, he held his head down and turned it to the side.

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry left to go to The Common Rooms of Gryffindor Tower.

This was a hard chapter, do not fret! Maybe Severus Snape will learn? Anyways, please leave a review! I do not own any Harry Potter and I have the rights to this story!