A/N: Hey everyone!!! Sorry this chapter took so long. School having just started 6 weeks ago I'm having TONS of homework. Um, also, my mom's sick and all. Her cancer's back and all. I have to help out, so that keeps me from writing, too. I've also had that evil writers block.  I'd just like to thank you all so much for the reviews!!! I love getting reviews. Well, I know you all want me to get on with the story, so I will.

Chapter 11: Pain, punches, and 'Podder'?

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   As soon as Dumbledore left, Harry turned his head, and looked at the ceiling. He was thinking about the day's events. Harry jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "He's never going to hurt you again." Snape said, looking Harry in the eye. Harry nodded, but he knew better than to believe that. Snape didn't know what happened in his dreams, especially the most recent one. He was surprised that Snape didn't see the bruises forming on his neck. The bruises in the shape of a handprint.

   Harry began shivering. To him, it was like he was in an ice cave. Harry tried pulling the blanket up more, but he nearly cried out in pain when he tried lifting the blanket. It was more like a heavy quilt. Snape saw this, and pulled the blanket up to Harry's chin, still missing the bruises on Harry's neck. Harry guessed that his thoughts were somewhere else. Harry noticed that Snape was absently rubbing his neck, where a long purple mark was running across it. Harry had completely forgot that his aunt had tried to strangle him to death with a rope.

   "Professor, are you okay?" Harry asked, concern in his voice. Snape looked at him for a moment. "I'm ***cough*** fine." Snape said. Harry looked down at his feet. Great, Harry thought I got another person hurt. "I'm sorry." Harry whispered, his voice shaking. "For what?" Snape said, looking confused. "Another person got hurt, all because of me. Everyone always gets hurt because of me. I've hurt my parents, Ron and Hermione, Cedric, and now you. I guess that's the only reason why I'm alive. I'm here to hurt people, to cause chaos. That's what I've been doing all my life." Harry said, tears falling down his face.

   Harry ripped his glasses off his face, and tried to wipe the tears away, but they just kept falling. "Harry, look at me." Snape said. Harry looked up at his teacher with tears still coming down his face. "Harry, you don't cause chaos. Sure, trouble seems to find you sometimes, but that's not your fault. You have a destiny. We all have destinies. You didn't cause your parents to die. They died to protect you. It was their decision, not yours. With Cedric, that was Voldemort's fault, not yours. Voldemort chose to kill him, like he's done so many others. Ron and Hermione choose to go with you, you don't make them. They're your best friends, and they're loyal. They want to get into as much trouble as you. And with me, like I said, I'm fine. A simple potion will fix this up. Now, don't worry anymore, and get some rest." Snape said, saying everything sincerely.

   Harry nodded. He did feel a little tired. As Snape was about to walk out of the door, Harry whispered a quiet "Thank you." Snape turned around, and met Harry's eyes. Snape gave a little smirk, before leaving the room. Harry didn't realize how tired he was, but once his eyes were closed, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

   "You freak!" "I'm not a freak!" "Don't back talk me!" " Leave me alone! Don't touch me! I HATE YOU!!" Harry screamed at his uncle, knowing that he would be severely punished. "Why you little…!" His uncle screamed back at him, raising his fist to punch Harry hard in the stomach. Harry let out a small squeak of pain as his uncle's fist came in contact with Harry's gun wound. Harry felt himself fall to the ground, and then everything became dark again.

   Harry landed on the ground with a loud 'thump'. He didn't wake up. He just lay on the ground, breath coming out in short gasps. Tears of pain unconsciously came out of Harry's eyes as he kept dreaming of his uncle. Not once did Harry let out a yell.

   Snape was asleep when he heard something fall. He was immediately jerked awake, being a very light sleeper. He looked around his dark room, but didn't see anything that might've fell. Then a sudden thought came into his mind. Harry. Snape quickly jumped out of bed, but fell right back down. He was tangled terribly in the sheets. "Damn it!" Snape cursed aloud. "You infernal sheets!" Snape yelled. He grabbed his wand out of his waistband, and blasted the sheets off of him. As soon as he did, he was up again, and running to Harry's room.

   When he got to Harry's room, he looked for him, but didn't see him on his bed. His eyes went to the ground, and that's where he saw Harry. Harry was laying face down on the floor, and he was barely breathing. Snape quickly went over to him, and as gentle as he could, turned Harry over. Harry whimpered slightly, as Snape moved him, but that was it. Harry's eyes were scrunched shut with pain. Snape tried waking him, but it was no use.

   Harry suddenly started to thrash about, as if trying to defend himself or throw an attacker off. Snape picked Harry up as gently as he could, and placed him on the bed. Harry's fists began to fly through the air, swinging at an imaginary person. Snape went to try to wake him again, when Harry's fist came and punched him hard in the nose. It was hard enough to make his nose bleed, which is exactly what happened.

   "Damn it, calm down Harry!" Snape yelled. He pinched the bridge of his nose to try and stop the bleeding. At the same time, he was still trying to get Harry to wake up. Harry's eyes snapped open. He began looking around the room, trying to make sure his uncle wasn't there. His eyes landed on Snape, who was breathing heavily and holding his nose. "Professor, what happened to you?" Harry asked curiously. "You wait here. I'll be back in a second." Snape said, obviously annoyed, but Harry couldn't figure out why.

   Snape came back a few seconds later with tissue over his nose. Harry thought that he looked a little funny, so he began laughing, all traces of his nightmare and pain leaving him. "Whad are you laughing ad, Podder" Snape asked coldly. This made Harry laugh even more. Snape fixed him with a glare, which made Harry momentarily stop. Harry burst out laughing.    

   "Sorry, Professor, but you sound funny. Like you have a cold or something." Harry said, still laughing a bit. "Yed, well, if it weren't for you, I wouldn'd sound like dis. You ad your damn nidemares. I swear, your going do kill someone id your sleep, ode (A/N: one) day!" Snape said. Harry began laughing again. He couldn't think of anything funnier than the Potions Master, who had a reputation for being a snarky old bastard, sounding this way. Snape gave an irritated sigh before plopping in a chair.

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   A/N: Hey all! I hope you all like this chapter! For anyone who doesn't like torture, then, well, why are you reading this? I'm going to have more torture for Harry, and Snape soon. Might be next chapter, but I dunno. I'm gonna have some funny/ embarrassing things in the next chapter for Harry, so beware. Not incredibly funny but, well, you get the point. Again, sorry for not posting in a while, and thank you all so much for the reviews!