I don't own Harry Potter that is left to J.K. Rowling. Also I am hoping to update and continue my stories at least once a month.

Chapter 8:

Later, that night I couldn't sleep once again. Something was niggling at my consciousness trying to form true thoughts and yet, it was like a brick wall had form against the motion of this idea. My eyes turned a bland grey and I ran a hand through my hair. Why did all this change so radically?

My footsteps took me closer and closer to the safety of the Room of Requirements. I knew Draco and Dudley was worried about my outings in the night, but they respected me enough not to demand answers. They knew I would tell them when I could form the words myself.

The door finally popped into existence and I walked in still blind to my surroundings. The room had provided my usual work out area filled with weapons training area, dummies that can cast all levels of magic, and my muggle machines if I just wanted to ponder my thoughts and not have to worry about anything oncoming. My music was blasting loudly through my ear buds and I moved to the weight lifting before changing my mind and went to the punching bag with boxing gloves.

Testing out a few swings, I easily fell into the rhythm of uppercuts, jabs, round-a-house kicking, and Taijustu. The music swirled around me as my thoughts calmed along with my magic. Two hours later, and I felt more like myself, in control once again.

"Sometimes, I ponder the thought of having to tie you to a muggle's dog leash, Mr. Potter," Severus-Snape spoke up by the door after I took my ear plugs out.

"Many have tried Professor, some still try, yet I have been able to slip them multiple times just ask the Fuck-Headmaster or Tom," I snarked back easily grabbing a towel to dry off the sweat on my face and neck.

"That I have no doubt about, Mr. Potter," Snape said easily bypassing my slip up on the Headmaster. He walked over to me looking me up and down, assessing if I had any injures, "Has your insomnia been acting up?"

"Not particularly," I answered grabbing a bottle of water twisting the cap off, "however, now that you are," snort, "how would one tell if there has been a mental block placed on them?"

Severus, I finally thought without trying to change it to Snape, looked at me coolly before a spark entered his eyes. "Depends on what type of mental block."

"One where any thoughts or feelings around an event would make it hard to think through," I quickly stated softly taking a small sip from the lukewarm water.

"One that stops ideas or thoughts revolving around the event, perhaps?" Severus questioned softly before sitting on a black leather chair that appeared behind him at the last possible second. I nodded once still leaning against the table not wishing to sit down just yet. "Then if that was the case the only way this specific block would brake is if someone entered your mind and broke it for you."

"Would you, hypothetically speaking, need to know about the memory before-hand?" I asked after a moment of hesitation.

Severus kept looking at me like a potion ingredient, but I held still knowing what was to come, "Yes, it would be helpful, hypothetically speaking." I nodded because in a way it made sense if I couldn't draw the memory completely he would be able to follow it and bring it out. I looked passed him as I thought however, that would also mean being almost, if not, completely found out about how much I like him.

Warmth enveloped me as I wondered what to do. Maybe he wouldn't have to look if it is a false memory, he could just state it. On the other hand, he might need to look as to who it actually is. So many possible outcomes with it either leaning to the two extremes of the spectrums.

I started speaking of the day before I could stop. It came spilling out like a waterfall of how Severus came to collect me from Private Dr. 4 and how it seemed odd how quickly he left without much of a fight. I watched as well as I could as he processed that information and yet, something slipped over his eyes, so I couldn't see his emotions. Occlumency, I thought, but what would he be hiding?

"P-Harry," Severus started off slowly almost like he was tasting the words before speaking them, "Grimmauld Place as been closed since Sirius died. Along with that, I was never sent to your place of residence."

"That's, that's i-m-p-o-s-s-i-b-l-e," I stated in disbelief. In the back of my mind I thought that for sure now he is going to have to look at the memory. A chair appeared behind me as I collapsed and stared blankly at Severus. "Look at the memory Severus," I all but demanded, "and brake it."

Severus stared at me for a long moment almost second guessing me before mumbling something about my mother and stubbornness. He looked at me in the eyes before inclining his head in a positive before muttering, "Legilimency."

The memory popped right up in my mind's eye trying not to block Severus till the imposter left. Severus started to apply pressure to the memory and in doing so caused my head to burst into agonizing pain. I tried to not let the pain seep through to Severus, but he knew and sent back a sense of worry before applying a huge dose.

Blackness started to creep into my vision as the memory replied. I pushed Severus out of my mind as my mind was torn to shreds with the truth. Before I passed out and the blackness took control I let one word slip past my abused and bleeding lips. "Sirius…"