5:00 AM: September

The boy woke up. His arm hurt. His back hurt. His head hurt. In fact, everything hurt. He dragged himself out of bed in angst and sorrow. He took a warm shower and he soon left the Gryffindor tower. "Glamour." His body was covered with a fake décor. He sighed at the sight. Everything is taking too long to heal!

He wanted to go to someone. But, he knew he couldn't do anything. He walked around the corridors in the dark. His eyes were adjusted to the dark. He found himself wondering the dungeons. How he got there? He lost time. He became suited with the cold. He made a turn when he heard Draco and Severus talking. "Are you alright, Draco?"

"Yes, Professor."

"I know acts like this can….hurt you and the others."

"I-I have been fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Harry heard them disappear. Act? Was he talking about me? I hope I'm not in trouble. Harry began to head in a new direction. Somewhere there was a dead-end. Harry panicked. "Calm down, my dear boy." Harry looked but saw no one. "Up here, lad." There was the painting of no other than Salazar Slytherin. Harry went wide-eyed. Salazar!

"I-I uh, sorry, sir."

"No need, son. Why are you out so early? Most would be asleep." Obviously not Snape and Draco.

"I-I was wondering. I don't know where I really am, actually, sir." He looked around the dungeons. He didn't know there was another hall with a dead end.

"No need for formalities. You are in the Slytherin dungeon. Are you a Slytherin? I haven't seen you."

"I am actually a Gryffindor." Please don't call someone to take me away. Harry knew he was small. He would easily get in trouble and be the target for everyone.

"Huh. What brings you down here?"

"I need to clear my head."

"I see. Tell me, son. What troubles you?"

"Nothing, sir." Why does he care? Since when did anyone care?

"I can see it in your eyes. You are tormented by something that puts you in grave despair."

"Yes, sir. But unlike the other students, I cannot tell. I must leave, now." Harry began to leave as the painting started to laugh.

"Stay strong, lad. I have a feeling you will come back." Harry ran. He ran as fast as he could to get back to the Common Rooms. As he looked at the time, he decided it was best if he headed to the breakfast. He headed to The Great Hall and found his spot. He hasn't eaten in the few days he has been at Hogwarts. He didn't care. One more thing to die from: starvation. He sat patiently, waiting for his friends to come down. However, Harry was thinking of Ron. Why was he becoming so mean? Why am I fool to not see myself as a target to the people I thought were my friends? Merlin, let me die soon. Please. Let me be free! Harry sat with his hands on his chin, pondering what was happening with Ron.

Maybe I will talk to Dumbledore. I need to know what's happening. I need help. I need him.

The young boy wished for death. He wanted to fly away and be free. He wanted to be with his Godfather and Mother. He wanted freedom. He often dream of flying above everyone else. He to dream of being able to just not exist but still be one with matter. He wanted to be a star that shined down among everyone else. He wanted that. And he longed for nights that he didn't cry himself to sleep or nightmares to wake him up in a terror sweat.

6:45 AM September

The young Slytherins walked down the corridors and Severus was behind them. As he was checking each head and each robe to make sure they were neat to his standard, he stopped by the painting. "Hello, Salazar. How is the frame for your rather large head?" Severus smirked. The painting began to laugh.

"Severus, as rude as ever. Don't worry, the true ghost of me will haunt you for the rest of your weird, demonic, and demented life."

"Planning on it, Salazar." Severus smirked. Severus began to leave the hall. He was stopped when the magical painting began to speak once more.

"Severus, a young boy came. A young boy not in Slytherin. He seems a lot like you." Severus stopped in his heels. Where have I heard that before? Dumbledore. Blasted old men! I bet I know who was here.

"Who was here?"

"I don't know his name, I barely know his face. He came earlier this morning. He said he needed to clear his head. Strange lad for a Gryffindor. Confined in his head, and quiet formal compared to even the young snakes." Severus nodded. Strange encounters with the young one. But why was he here? Spying on us? Sounds like something he would do. It's what his father did.

"I will keep my eye out. Thank you for telling me. Have a lovely, lonely day, Salazar."

"I'll get my ghost to haunt you, Severus."

"I'll be in my Dark Arts class." Salazar began to laugh again.

"As always!" Severus smirked again. When he went around the corner his smirk faded. I need to smack some sense into that boy. Or have his relatives do it.

6:30 AM: September

Harry was waiting in The Great Hall by himself. He waited until everyone began to enter. He looked around to see if he can save people a seat. The first group was the Slytherin. They weren't loud, they whispered to each other, especially when they saw him sitting all by himself. Harry hung his head low, but his posture was straight. His robes covered his arms that still had the cuts that laid.

Severus walked behind Harry and stopped. Harry felt the cold stare of disgust. But Snape didn't even look at him. his hands were behind his back, his side turned towards Harry. "Detention tonight. My office. 7pm. Do. Not. Be. Late. Don't ditch it, either. Got that, Potter?" Harry flinched under Snape's breath.

"Ye-yes, sir." Harry sighed. Severus began to walk but then stopped. He turned to Harry.

"And actually perform in my class. If you do not know how to do it, read the board, and if you can't understand a simple step, ask me. I do not wish to be known as a teacher who lets his student's slack off. Especially not a boy who feels like he doesn't need a participate in class." Severus walked away. Severus let his cape bellow behind him as he went to his placement of sitting at the front of The Great Hall. Harry began to scratch his arms. The spot where he cut the previous night. The glamour hid the new scratches but it doesn't mean that he can't feel the blood dripping even if no one can see it. Why does he torment me? Harry was left alone in his thoughts.

Soon, after Ravenclaw entered, Gryffindor entered. A girl with the most beautiful red hair sat next to Harry. "Hey Harry!" She said. He voice was like silk. He looked at her and faintly smiled.

"Hello, Ms. Weasley." If he had any good memory from his relatives, the only one, was when his aunt told him to call any lady by her last name.

"Harry!" His aunt called from the kitchen. Harry crawled out of his cupboard. His Uncle wasn't home.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" She sighed over the sink. She was drying dishes.

"I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Now take it, you hear me, freak?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"When you know a lady, or a young girl, and you really like her, call her: Miss name. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"We don't need you to be acting like a slob."

"Yes ma'am."

"Now turn the radio up and get back in your cupboard." Harry ran into the living room to turn the radio up. He hid in his cupboard.

"Why so formal, Harry?"

"My Aunt thought it best to treat young ladies with formality. It is a sense of respect." She blushed. She looks cute when she blushes. Thought Harry.

"I like it. How are you, Harry?"

"I am well, and you?"

"I am good! I heard around that people are worried about you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." How are people finding out? What is wrong with everyone? Do they go around spreading everyone's business? This is why I hide in my own head.

"Want to talk tonight?"

"I can't. I have detention." With a greasy git who wants me to be dead. Maybe I will find a way to kill myself in peace.

"Oh, well maybe we can later, then?."

"Ms. Weasly."

"Yes?"

"Want to go-"

"Hey Harry!" Ronald….Harry sighed.

"Hey Ron." Ron slapped his back. Harry gritted his teeth. His back was already sore from the healing belt welts. Harry's hands clenched and he held in his groans of pain. He looked up in a stiff way and smiled. His back was already burned, branded, stabbed, bruised, and cut. He didn't need another mark taking longer to heal. He looked up at the The Great Hall table an saw Severus Snape looking at him with a raised eyebrow. However, Severus Snape turned his attention away quickly.

"How ya doin, mate?"

"I'm well." Before you got here. Harry grimaced and sneered. He rolled his eyes eternally and cursed at Ron.

"You weren't in The Common Rooms this morning. You okay, mate?"

"Yeah, went to the library to read more on the book Hermione found me." Hermione looked at Harry. She bent over Ron to get the scrambled eggs that were on the other side of Ron.

"Did it help, at all?"

"No, sorry, Hermione." She shrugged.

"It's okay, not everyone can do Wandless magic." Sadly, I know how.

The rest of the breakfast consisted of Ginny and Harry looking at each other and Ron glaring at Harry. Hermione was blind to it all. Hermione was blind that Ron had changed and Harry was more secretive. She was blind that Harry had a somewhat visible scar that read 'I cannot tell lies'. She was blind. Harry wasn't blind. Harry knew Ron was dangerous. Ginny was someone he loved. Harry knew Severus wanted him to die. He knew Dumbledore didn't care about him. And he knew, eventually it was either going to be him to die or everyone else.

7:30 AM: September

Harry entered Dark Arts with Ron, Hermione, Draco, and everyone else in their class. Severus glared at Harry. He felt smaller under the glare. He kept his sleeves down while Hermione and Ron began the potions. Harry didn't want to roll his sleeves up. Even if they couldn't see, he knew it was there. And it wasn't something he wanted to anyone to know. After time passed, Harry felt weaker. He felt dizzy and Severus must have known.

Severus stood up. He was angry. Harry knew this. Severus walked up to Harry who felt like he was going to collapse. Is this stress? Or is this my body dyeing? Severus gripped the boy's shoulder in a tight grasp. Harry gritted his teeth. His balance was gained and his head only hurt. Little did he know, he threw up on the floor. Everyone was quiet. Harry's face flushed. Severus pulled Harry with a force to the front of the class. Harry tried to move himself away, but Snape gripped tighter. He looked at the boy. He bent over the boy and sneered with hatred in the boy's ears, "You want to be a whiny, sick brat? Now you will face the consequences." Harry's face became pale with fear. Severus looked at the class with a glare that everyone knew too well.

His posture straightened and Harry felt the grasp loosen but not enough for him to gain strength to get away. Even if he wanted to apparate, Snape would be holding him. Please let me go….Please! "Class, while I handle a situation of….sickness….I expect nothing from any of you. What goes on in this class, stays in this class. Any word about this situation from any other student than the students present in this class, at this moment, will be severely punished. I expect all of you to be quiet, no questions, no answers. If I hear one peep from any of you, I WILL do the best I can to make sure you are all at least suspended, or worse. Any questions on that matter?" No one spoke. Know-It-All Granger made sure her mouth was closed and Neville Longbottom even kept his mouth shut. "Very well." He apparated him and Harry to his private potions lab. Harry was still under Snape's grip and how Harry hated it.

Harry hated being punished. Harry hated how he got in trouble. Harry hated being sick. Harry hated being Harry.

9:00 AM: September

Harry was apparated into a Potions room. He was thrown in a chair. Snape whispered a simple spell. "Colloportus" and all the doors became locked. He swished his wand. Harry knew he was mad. But so was Harry.

However, Harry huddled in the corner. He knew what adults could do. He knew the power they had over children like himself. And Harry didn't want any wrath from Severus Snape. Snape pulled a chair up. He swished his wand once more and he sent silencing charms around the room. Harry tried almost every spell he knew. Everything was deflected either off the door or off the Potions Master. Harry decided standing up in a stance would do something. LET ME OUT! He screamed in his mind.

"Sit down you whiny brat!" Snape yelled. Harry didn't obey. He can go fuck himself!

"No!" Snape looked at Harry and sighed.

"Sit. Down." Harry stood tall. Snape swished his wand and the chair disappeared. "Fine, then don't. You get to stand. Sit down, and you will get a detention that you WILL attend!" Harry shuddered.

"Fine." Harry muttered. Snape raised his eyebrows.

"Do not mumble, Mr. Potter. Surly your relatives taught you that?" Oh that greasy git! Like he would know anything.

"I said, sir, I'm fine." Harry spoke up. Snape slightly nodded. Snape took off his robes. He started to roll up his black button down shirt. His hands were actually visible. But he kept rolling them up. What is he doing? Harry could see his arms. Snape attached the rolls with a side arm button that Harry didn't know the use of before. Snape's elbows were slightly covered.

"Why did you feel it was okay for you to not even attempt an easy potion, Mr. Potter?"

"I do not wish to aggravate you, sir."

"You already aggravated me! From skipping my detention to playing 'suicide boy', and now to pretending to be sick. Now you will pay, Potter. I don't know what games you are playing with me, but they will stop." Harry flinched. It wasn't a flinch in which someone who wasn't paying attention would notice. I'm so-sorry! Just get it over with! Harry begged in his mind.

"Take off your glamours." Harry shook his head 'no'. Snape rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Take them off yourself or I will." Harry got pale.

"Confundo!" Harry said. Although without his wand, he seemed pretty good at the self-taught wandless magic. The flash shot out of his palm and was aimed at Severus. A wandless magic….a type of magic that isn't taught but formed. Snape deflected it, but was shocked.

"You can do wandless magic?"

"No….sir."

"Stop lying to me, Potter! You were going to confuse me! I know all the tricks!"

"No, sir! Please, I won't do it again. Just let me get back to class. I will try to do the potion. I will try to fix everything. Please."

"What are you going off about, Potter?!" Snape began to yell.

"Please, sir. Please, let me go. I beg you…." Just as quickly as the conversation started, Snape lifted his wand.

"No, Mr. Potter." Harry's face went pale again. Fear drained his body of color.

"Aparecium" and just like that, the glamour was down. It was horrifying. All colors where all over his body. And they were ALL over his body. Snape gasped and started to get sick. Snape stepped back in horror. I'm a monster. Snape went into a cabinet and got potions out. All types of potions. A chair appeared after Snape swished his wand. Harry stood tall.

"Sit down, boy, and take off your robes. Leave only your underwear on." Harry was fighting his tears. He kept his head down. He was ashamed. Very ashamed. I'm such a freak. I should have done something. I'm a freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Fr- Harry stood there.

"No. Let me explain." Snape's back was to Harry. Snape was getting many vials with a creamy white and orange colors. He turned around and saw Harry standing there.

"Mr. Potter, I do not wish to hear the excuses you have created to cover for your abuse." Harry gasped.

"How-"

"I went to the muggle house, Potter. I told you I would go. Now are you going to actually obey or will you force me to knock you out so you can actually cooperate with me?" Harry shook his head. Tears were fighting to fall.

"Sir, please don't make me. Please. Let's forget about it." Harry said with a shaky, slow voice.

"Potter, with your breathing, currently, I wish for you to let me help you."

"Why do you care now?" Snape shot his head up. He turned his head to the side. There was a silence then with a facial expression of anger but also sympathy, the professor spoke.

"Because I know how it feels."

"No. You were the person I didn't want to find out. Just let me go."

"I'm sorry for what I have done."

"Sir, let me go. I beg you."

"No, Mr. Potter." Severus looked back to his potions.

"I have to go back."

"No you don't, Mr. Potter." Harry looked down. Don't let any tears fall. Don't be weak. How can he see? How can he know? Harry was left in his mind. He was silent. Almost as a shell and Severus knew this was odd for a boy his age. Please. Harry kept begging. How could he not? A teacher that despised him knows of his life. He probably even laughed at it. At where he slept, and how he wasn't in any pictures, hell, he wasn't even on the trips with the family. He probably laughed his ass off at the ashes in the fireplace of everything he owned except his robes. He probably had a blast.

"I can't do this, sir." Harry was shaking. Snape turned around. Harry was breathing heavily. I can hear my heart beat. I can feel my color drain. Why am I always in this position? Please, Merlin, help me! Harry silently sobbed once, then twice, but kept it to himself.

"Harry, trust me."

"No."

"I am your teacher."

"No."

"What did you say, Mr. Potter?"

"No!" Harry tried to apparate away but Snape held onto him. "Let. Me. Go!" Snape held onto Harry. Why won't he let me go?! Please!

"No, you whiny, insufferable brat!" He pushed Harry against the wall. Harry made a gasp for air. "Now, undress like I said." Harry was alone in his head. He slid down the wall and huddled into a ball.

"Please, sir, please. I didn't mean to. Please." Severus didn't slam him hard but his back hurts. Harry was anything but happy, but he knew he needed his razor. He was alone in his head. I can't do this. Harry slowly took off all his clothes except his underwear that was way too big for him. I need to kill myself. I need something. I can't go back.

"Kill yourself, freak!" It was Umbridge's voice. "You liar! Kill yourself. Just do it."

No.

"Just do it. You are a fucking burden to us all!"

No!

"Potter, I need to see the amount of damage done to you. Now, let me help."

"No, they will know." Snape squatted down to Harry. He looked at Harry's small figure. Harry knew the damage. Severus had oddly warm hands as he was looking along Harry's back and stomach and arms and face. Snape lifted Harry's chin as Harry began to physically start shaking. I need to get out. I need to leave. I need to die. I need to die quickly.

"Who is 'they'?" Harry knew he spoke too much. Snape saw the damage. He was starved. Beaten, branded, there is self harm on himself too. Snape helped Harry stand up. Holding his shoulder, he gently pushed Harry to sit down. Harry kept a blank expression on his face. His face, although bruised, was very pale. Snape knelt down in front of Harry. Severus Snape was sitting on one knee and the other knee was up, almost as a proposal type look. His hands were not shaking at all and he sighed at the boy.

"Potter, look at me." Harry had no response. Nobody's supposed to know. I am going back and I am going to get beat. I am going be killed. Maybe I can invite Voldemort so he can come along too. No one is supposed to know and SNAPE…..Snape of all people no knows. I am a freak. A freak that can't hide anything.

"Let me….help….you….please. These are simple potions, Potter. This is a Burn-Healing, this is a Blood-Replenishing potion, this is a Sleeping Draught, and this is a Calming Draught. " Harry was holding back all his tears. No one was supposed to know. No one. No one. Snape applied some of the cool creams on his chest and back and face and arms and legs and feet. Harry pushed Snape's hand away in sadness. Please….I can't….help….

"No. Don't. I can do it myself." Snape sighed.

"No, Potter, you can't. Just let me help you this one time." Harry sighed. He let himself pull his knees up. He was sitting in the chair. Harry knew this wasn't going to end well. They will be mad….summer will be worse….

"It's okay. It's going to be better for you." Harry saw a reflection of himself. He saw himself healing. The cream was dissolving his bruises, healing cuts, some cuts turned into scars, healed his burns, and turned the brandings into an ugly scars.

"No it won't, Professor." Snape stopped for a while but knew for Harry to obliged then he needed Harry's body to be shut down. He went to the vile sitting next to him- the Sleeping Draught. "Potter, I need you to drink this. It will shut your body down. It will begin to heal." Harry was still blank and broken. Snape sighed and grabbed the vile. He stood next to Harry and tilted his head back. Harry let his mouth slightly open and Snape poured the calming and sleeping drought down into Harry's body. No one is supposed to know. Why did it take so long for anyone to even notice? My glamour have even gotten better this year.

No, he still noticed.

Harry's body still fought the tears that were trying to fall. Harry became very tired and began to slump down. One word was on Harry's mind: help. And so, the word slipped through his thin and chapped and broken lips, "help". Snape sighed. Harry lost his vision and everything became heavy. Everything was black, too. And Harry couldn't remember anything else.

Hey guys, I'm recovering this story to make it better. I will be making sure the timeline is matching with the sequence. I will also be using a lot from the books and movies to ensure the sequencing. I do NOT own anything from Harry potter. I give credit to J.K Rowling: The author of the Harry Potter universe! Leave reviews and inbox me with what you want to learn about or anything. Thanks.