The next day, Harry and Ron sat down for breakfast. Harry eyes the staff table, looking towards Snape, remembering what happened yesterday. 'I should check on him later.'

Severus looks over at him, nods then goes back to eating. Professor Quirrell was sitting in a different chair this time. Close to Hagrid. 'Need to keep an eye on him too.' Making a check mark to talk to Hagrid as well.

During the Holidays not many students attend the school, being pretty much empty. Harry sat alone on the steps of the stairs, looking at the Christmas tree by the Great Hall center. Thinking about the Dursley's, what they are up to. Probably happy to celebrate Christmas without him. Harry is happy to celebrate without them as well though. The feeling is mutual.

"What are doing here Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked over at the entrance near the halls. Snape was leaning against it, arms crossed, "I am just enjoying the moment of being away from the Dursley's at this time of the year."

Snape walked closer to the stairs, peering over at the tree, looking back at the Golden Boy, "Do you have bad memories of this time of the year?"

Harry snorted at that, sadly nodding, "More than you can possibly imagination." Snape nodded. "What about you?"

His teacher looked around to see if they are alone, with only the paintings being able to hear if they must. He took a seat next to him. Deciding to test Harry with something that no one, but Albus knows in this castle. And Lily when she was still alive. "I did not have good memories either, back when I was a child, I had a father who hated magic." Harry gapped at that, deciding to just listen to his professor's stories while being a child in the muggle world. Telling him how strict his father Tobias was. His mother was a witch, but never told Severus about it.

"That was me at the Dursley's as well. They never told me," Harry knew exactly how that feels, "Hagrid was the one who told me."

"The one who told me, was… your mother."

Harry looked over at him, shocked, "Bet you did not believe her at first?" that's right, Snape did not. Same thing with Potter, he did not believe Hagrid at first either. "Listen Professor…about yesterday…I am sorry," Snape looked confused at him, "about the mirror incident?"

"Oh…you haven't done anything wrong Potter…I just…"

"Did not want to see my mom?" Snape nodded, looking at the Christmas tree, "I figured that was the reason sir."

Snape gets up from the ground, "Perhaps one day I have the courage to face her," he walks away, going back down to the dungeon.

While in bed, Harry thought of what Snape said, 'I will help him, when he is ready to face my mom.'

Not being able to sleep, he decided to slip into his slippers and grab his cloak. It was time to investigate more on Professor Quirrell. Seeing what he is up to. Stepping off the Gryffindor staircase, Harry walked down the magical stairs. His invisibility cloak wrapped around his body. Knowing that Quirrell stays in the dungeon as well. Well Harry did not really know, but he had a hunge.

Harry walks down the spiral staircase. Green eyes gear over at Snape's office. Seeing a light still on. 'Probably grading papers?' Harry listened at the door, hearing anything going on. Sure, enough there was an odd sound coming from his office. Opening the door slowly and quietly; he saw his professor covering his face with his hand while holding a letter in the other, 'Snape…' Harry removed his cloak, silently moving towards him. Seeing his shoulder shaking. Without a second thought, he put a hand on his shoulder. Snape gasped, "It is ok…it is just me Professor," he knelt beside him. Wrapping his arms around him, steering his head over to his shoulder. Harry eyed the letter, wondering what it was saying, as he grabs it out of his hands. Holding Snape while he read it.

'I am sorry for what I have done and the things I said. I wish the clock can turn back the time…' Harry kept his hold on his professor, knowing he needed him. Looking back over at the letter, tear drop stains were on it. 'Is this written to my mom?' Harry kept where he was, feeling Snape cry, "Glad I am came down here, I was mostly investigating on Quirrell. Professor, you know you can come talk to me if something is going on?" putting the letter back on the desk. Snape pushed Harry back, covering his face, "sir?" he reaches out to him, stopping in midair, grabbing his handkerchief handing it over. Thinking Snape needed some space, Harry got up from the floor, "Right I am going to go," there was a sudden knock at the door.

Harry panicked, looking over at his professor, there is no way he would want a visitor right now.

"Professor Snape are you in here?" it was the headmistress.

Harry quickly went over to his teacher, "Sir get under the desk," he whispered. Harry was already under as his teacher followed behind. Harry wrapped them both in the invisibility cloak. Snape used the handkerchief, silently blowing his nose.

The office door opened, "Professor Snape?" McGonagall looked around, silence met her, "perhaps he went to sleep?"

Harry realized something, the letter! He got out his wand, whispering a spell. Making the letter drop silently on the floor. Quickly grabbing it, handing it to Snape. The last thing Harry wants, is the head mistress finding it and reading it. The office door closed; Harry peeked around the corner. She was gone, he got out of under the table, along with Snape.

"That was a close one, you probably didn't want her to see you like that?" he points at his teacher's eyes, Snape nodded, he was so quiet, made Harry worried. Deciding to go in for a hug in the Potion Master's arms, "It will be ok sir," Harry looked up at a surprised Snape. It has been awhile since he received a hug like this. "One day, you will forget about my mom," he gapped at his student, "I promised you after all."

Snape wanted to say something, opening his mouth, but closed it.

"What is it Professor?" Harry lets go, feeling kind of awkward, not sure if it is even allowed hugging an older man, let alone a teacher.

"I…wished…" Snape looked away, "that for… awhile now Potter," he went back over to his desk, "you should head back up," Harry looked over at the letter, walking over to it. Snape continues grading papers. Harry grabs it, folding it. Snape looks up, "Potter what—"

"Relax Professor," Harry puts the paper in the drawer, "just putting it in the drawer for you," shutting it, walking away, "night."