(Snape Prov)

Disease? Potter has a disease? I'm his head of house; I'm supposed to be told of any disabilities. I stormed towards the headmaster's office intending to get some answers. A scowl darkened my face as I wondered why Albus would keep me in the dark about this. I needed to know of anything in case it hindered their learning or house life. What if he had stopped breathing in the night and no-one knew because potter though I already understood his condition. I walked through corridors as kids one by one slid out of the way. They knew not to get in my way, especially when I was in a mood. I made my way up to the stone wall at the end of the castle. There were no pictures or decoration on his wall except a large stone gargoyle which kept most of the students away from here during their free time. They usually preferred to be in the more creative and magically induced parts of the castle. That being said, it was the perfect place to hide the headmasters office from the horrid little miscreants that he loved so much.

"Password?" screeched the only piece of artwork in the corridor. It was an old stone gargoyle that looked to have been just bought. It had not chipped away like rocks did in the muggle world. In actual fact, this gargoyle had been in this school for over 7000 years but it hadn't changed a bit since he was made; not even his attitude had improved.

"Jelly bean" I snarled. I cursed Albus for making me say these idiotic names before stepping on to the spinning stairs. I was slowly lifted up towards the top of the castle. This part of the castle was invisible to the eye. One the outside there was no extra turret. You could stand exactly where it would be when you're looking on the inside and feel nothing. No-one could find it unless they already knew where it was. After all, Albusis one of the most powerful wizard of our generation and the only person Voldemort was scared of; He needs to be protected by those who want to do him harm. There are a lot of people who want to do him harm, Hell, from some of the things he said, people who were on the good side sometimes wanted to do him harm. It was the way he worked.

I didn't knock before I strode into his domain. Albus and Minerva where sat on opposite sides of his large wooden desk with sheets of paper sprawled out between them. The many paintings of all the headmasters who had ruled over the school where eyeing the papers even though none of them could read from where they were. When I walked in however they all stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I walked up to Albus trying to install as much fear as I could.

"Albus it though you were supposed to inform me of about everything about all my pupils." I shouted

"I did my dear boy. Now why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea while we discuss what you are here for." He smiled back.

"Potter has a disability, a disease. What is it?"

"I do not know my boy. His file didn't mention it?"

"No it did not!"

"Well I didn't tamper with it if that is what you are thinking."

"I never said you did but I need to know of anything that might hinder his work and it is not up to you to decide whether it will or not."

"I assure you Severus, I did not know about it either. If it is not in his file then his relatives didn't tell us about it, although, now that I think about it they weren't very forthcoming. They just wanted us to leave as soon as we could."

"Well then I am asking Potter out of his classes tomorrow to get a full medical check-up so I can find out how to best go around this and while I'm here, if you could notify me now about any other child whose parents were not 'forthcoming' that would be great."

"There were none Severus."

I was already half way to the door while he was saying this. Of course it was only Potter. The Golden pain in my boy that was bound to get himself into trouble. I turned around and stared as I remembered what Potter had said.

"Oh and Minerva, being in Slytherin doesn't mean he is going to be the next dark lord. You don't have to look so scared when you look at Potter. I saw the rest of the teachers give him that look at the sorting ceremony but I didn't expect you to jump on the band waggon. "

"I don't know what you are talking about Severus. I'm not scared of Potter. I'm scared about his health. Have you seen how thin he is? He looks anorexic. I'm not scared OF him Severus. I'm scared FOR him." She gave me a confused smile.

"you're telling me that the only person in the world that is strong enough and smart enough to take down the darkest wizard of all time cannot manage his eating habits. I saw him today, eating like a pig." I sneered at her. I loved Minerva. She was like a mother to me but Potter couldn't have made such a stupid mistake. Eve a baby could tell the emotions apart.

"I don't know what to tell you Severus but I am not scared of young Potter. In fact I'm looking forward to seeing what he can achieve. I'm hoping of course for Transfiguration to be his best subject. After all, his father did have quite an apt for it and you surly can't have missed how much like his father he is." I stared at her for a while before turning to Albus.

"Make sure Poppy knows to expect us." I barked before turning on my heels and leaving. My years of peace where over and the years of Potter had officially begun.

(Harry's Prov)

Potions were terrible. The lesson was great. I loved learning about the different ingredients and about what I would be able to do with them but Snape made the class annoying. Thomas and Millicent were waiting for me outside the class room door. They looked at me up and down as if checking if I was in one piece before turning around and slotting in beside me as we walked down the corridor. Malfoy was also waiting. He stood with his back leaned on the wall and his arm folded while his arms, smirking aswe walked his way. As usual his two thugs were beside him. Crabbe and Goyle were also smirking with their fists clenched.

"Thought it funny, eh, Potter. You're lucky we didn't get points deducted." Spat Malfoy.

"Oh push off Malfoy"

"No. I think it's about time young Potter here learnt a lesson." smiled Malfoy as he took a step back. Crabbe and Goyle walked forward smacking their fists against the palm of their other hand. The smiles on their face grew as Thomas and Millicent backed off, but I wouldn't move. I was rooted to the spot. No matter how much I wanted to run, my legs were not moving.

"Common Harry, MOVE!" Screamed Millicent but I couldn't.

I stared at them, fear running through my veins. They towered over me now looking down at me and Crabbe got ready to take the first punch. I shut my eyes, waiting for the impacts. Please don't hit me. Just walk away, don't do what he said just once. Please!Its then that I hear Malfoy screaming "Get back here! Where are you going?"

When I opened my eyes I saw I sight I thought I would never see; Crabbe and Goyle ignoring Malfoy and walking away. Was that me again? Oh god I'm such a freak, I can't help but do weird things.

"What happened there?" asked Thomas "I thought they were going to pummel you."

"Yeah, I was ready to go and get professor Snape."

"I don't know" I said turning round to face them. "I sort of thought about them walking away... and they did. I don't know, I can't explain it. Things like that just sort of... happen. Sorry." I tried and failed to explain.

"Well it sounds like accidental magic to me." Said Thomas who looked at Millicent and they both nodded.

"Yeah, but I've never heard of anyone controlling minds with it. It's usually just little things like noises and moving light objects." said Millicent.

"What is accidental Magic?" I asked realizing now how much I didn't know about myself.

"Oh sorry Harry, sometimes I forget that you lived with muggle's." smiled Millicent.

"Accidental magic is when your magic links it's self with your emotions and acts on them. Say if you're sad you might make a raincloud appear above your head, if you're scared you might make a load noise sound out around you, things like that. It usually starts when you're about 6 or 7 but there have been a few cases when a kid has started when they were 5. I heard that You-Know-Who started when he was 3 but most people say that that is impossible."

I looked down at the floor and started to feel nervous. I needed a way to shift the conversation but I didn't know how. I hadn't had much practice at my old school. So I just said "Hey, I saw a lake from the train. I know its a little cold but we can go have a look if you want?"

So we spent the afternoon splashing about in the lake and sitting on the bank laughing and reading and drawing. I found out that Millicent enjoyed reading biographies and Thomas had a talent for art. They showed me some spells they had learnt off their parents like how to spurt water from your wand. This caused us to have a big and load water fight until we stumbled our way in to the castle with huge grins, giggling the whole way to the common room while dripping all over the floor. As we walked into the common room, heads turned towards us and we stopped dead in our tracks. There in the middle of the common room was Professor Snape. He stared at us as he we shivered, looking us up and down.

"Well, why are just standing there! Go and get changed before dinner. Potter I need to see you as soon as you are changed." He snarled down at them and turned back to the other students. We scrambled up the stairs until we were on the first floor corridor. Then we turned towards each other.

"I wonder what Snape wants now." I moaned but I also a smile on my face.

"I don't know" laughed Millicent "but you don't want to make him angry. Go on you to go get dressed. I'll see you at dinner. We will save you a seat Harry."

With that we turned away and walked into the boy's dorm and got changed. I finished first because i wanted to deal with Snape as soon as possible. I waved goodbye to Thomas and walked down to the common room where Snape led me in to his office. I sat down on an uncomfortable chair opposite Snape and took a deep breath.

"Whatever it is sir, I swear I didn't do it."

"Relax Potter. I asked you in here because I wanted to inform you that I asked the Professors to stop looking scared around you. They all promised to stop even though the way they were scared was innocent. However I would also like to talk to you about another matter. You said you had a disease?"

"Yes." I mumbled

"Well, you aunt and uncle never mentioned this."

My head shot up. Oh no. I have all way's been told not to tell anyone but I thought they would have mentioned it to them already to make my life hell. My hands started shaking and I stared at the professor.

"Can you tell me about you disease"

No. No, I'm not allowed to speak. I'm not allowed to tell. I will do as I am told. I will keep my mouth shut and maybe in some strange world they will listen. Listen to my silent cries. I want them to help. I want them to make it stop but I won't put my trust in another. I will kick and struggle, i will never back down but maybe, just maybe, Snape will understand.

I shook my head back and forth as I tried to calm my breathing.

"Well then I must inform you that tomorrow you will not be going to lessons. Instead you will spend the day in the infirmary getting a check up."

"But you can't do that!"

"Yes I can Potter and you will do as you are told."

"There's nothing wrong with me. I...I LIED. PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO!"

Professor Snape looked as if he was about to scream again but he stopped before he could.

"Potter you scream as though you are just defiant but you made a slip. Why don't you want to go? More importantly, why do you think that being arrogant was a better choice than telling me you are scared?" he asked with a face as hard as ever. I appreciated that. I hated when people looked sympathetic to then treat you worse than before.

"I was told not to tell."

"Well Potter then we will find out tomorrow."

"Please sir." I said quietly, tears in my eyes.

"No" he said sternly "You will meet me at the infirmary tomorrow at 8 o'clock sharp. Do not be late Mr Potter. Now go have your dinner."

I stood up and walked towards the great hall. Suddenly I wasn't feeling hungry but I knew if I didn't go then my friends would get worried. Friends; that was a foreign concept to me just a couple of days ago and now it's all going to be taken away from me. I walked into the hall late and looked around at everyone. Unlike the first day, no-one turned to look at me. Over on Slytherin table Millicent and Thomas where giggling away at the pictures we had taken during today's outing. Apparently they moved on their own. On Hufflepuff table, Neville was looking in a plant book, showing the person next to him what was on the page. On Ravenclaw table, Hermione was flicking her wand at he food like a number of Ravenclaws, trying out a new spell. And on Gryffindor table Ron was agrreing to duel with Malfoy at midnight.