As so many people asked me to update (Thanks, Thanks, Thanks) or said I did good work, I did this chapter quickly.

I'm not so pleased with the beginning, and I'm really sorry that it isn't too good, but the end is better, I think.

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Chapter 4 : Eyecontact

The next days passed quite uneventfully, Harry had tried to talk to Snape, but he seemed to be never alone. He was either talking to his fellow teachers or to students and he didn't open his door when Harry knocked at it, though Harry guessed he was in there.

Anyway, he had to talk to somebody, he needed some advice...

Ron and Hermione wouldn't be able to help him, they didn't know more about Snape than he did, even less.

So he decided to write a letter to Lupin.

Writing was easier than talking and Lupin might be able to answer some of his questions, as he was the last marauder, except Peter, of course, but that nasty rat was out of question for Harry, that was still alive.

Though writing is easier than talking, it's still very difficult, thought Harry, as he tried to find the right words, what was especially difficult, as he was a friend of Lupin, but not such a close one as he was to Ron or as he had been to Sirius.

Dear Mr Lupin...

Dear Mr Lupin? No, that's quite to formal for such a letter...

Dear Remus,

I hope you don't mind if I adress you with your first name, as I think that Mr Lupin sounds quite odd.

Anyway, I watched Snape talking to a picture of him and my father some days ago,

he said some strange things.

And in my last Occlumency lesson, I entered Snape's mind and saw him, or let's say I saw a snake, but I guess it was him, walkig across the grounds with Prongs.

What does that mean?

Why hasn't anybody told be that Snape was friends with my dad?

Or weren't they?

Well, after I had seen that, Snape made me stop watching, we both lay on the floor and he dismissed me, but before I left, looked at him again and he was...crying.

I know you can't imagine that, I couldn't do at first sight either.

I couldn't say I was sorry for what happened, but we've Potions tomorrow, I'll see what I can do then.

Somehow I feel sad for Snape, after what he said to the photograph, I can not imagine that he hates me that much anymore.

I dunno what to do now...why do I make people feel sad so often?

Hope you're fine.

Harry

Harry felt a little better when he had sent the letter, he really hoped Lupin would answer his questions.

He got to bed early this day, as he couldn't concentrate on his homework or anything, and was thinking again, as he did so often these days...

When he awoke the next day, he was quite nervous, today, Snape couldn't run away from him anymore.

Would he pretend that nothing had happened and punish him as he did normally?

But Snape didn't.

The Potions lesson had started about half an hour ago, and Snape hadn't said a word to him.

He hasn't punished him, he hasn't commented his potion, though Harry know it was completely nasty, as he did it wrong on purpose.

But there wasn't any reaction...well, except Hermione's.

"What are you doing Harry? The introduction says you must add the skin of a snake, not the legs of a toad!", she corrected him impatiently.

"Oh yeah, mixed it up.", Harry lied.

He has to do something!, Harry thought, He has to give me detention or something!

That is the worst potion I've done in years! Why doesn't he punish me?

Snape, however, looked at the cauldrons and gave Neville 0 marks for his one, but he passed Harry's cauldron without any comments, without looking at Harry.

At the end of the lesson, Snape gave them an ordinary long essay about the uses of Phoenix feathers, then he dismissed the class.

However, Harry didn't leave, there was his chance to talk to Snape alone.

"Er, Professor?"

"What?", snarled Snape.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Well, you do remember the last Occlumeny lesson, don't you?"

"Yeah, I'm not stupid, Potter."

"I just like to say I'm sorry for what happened."

"Nothing did happen, Potter."

"But you- "

"I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, but, I mean, after I saw that thing in you mind, you...you actually started to...cry."

Snape sighed.

"Have a seat, Potter."

Harry got his chair and placed it opposite of Snape, he was very curios, but also a bit nevous.

"Were you friends with my father?"

"You should know that there are more existing connections between people than being friends or enemies, Potter."

"Maybe, but you were talking to the photo, as if you were-"

"What, Mr Potter?"

"I – I mean-"

Snape had got up from his chair, he grasped Harry by his robes and pulled him of his chair, too.

As Snape was quite skinny, Harry hadn't expected him to be that strong.

"How much have you heard?"

"A – Almost nothing!"

"Look at me, you little liar! I want you to look into my eyes when you talk to me."

Harry did, slightly scared.

Then, all of sudden, his scar started burning.

Harry didn't know what was going on. Had Snape cursed him?

He felt his head getting hot, he heard himself breathing faster and he couldn't see clearly anymore, everything became blurred.

The last thing he heard was Snape, shouting his name.

"Harry?! HARRY!!"

That's the first time he calls me by my name, thought Harry, slightly satisfied, before he couldn't think anymore.

...

Harry flew over some fields, feeling the wind in his face.

It was dark.

He became slower and then he stopped.

Under him, there stood two person, just some metres away.

They both wore black robes with hoods.

Harry had seen those robes before, it were the robes that the Death Eaters wore.

"Do you think you can get rid of him?", said one of the persons a high voice.

Harry froze, this voice belonged to nobody but Voldemort, though harry had heard it just a few times, he would never forget the voice of the murderer who had made his life hell.

The other person nodded.

"What about Dumbledore? Do you really think he trusts you absolutely?"

The person nodded again.

"And Potter? Does he trust you, either?"

There was another nod from the to Harry unknown person.

Who could this person be?

Who had his total trust?

"Yes...perhaps you're right. You had his father's trust, too, well, until he died..."

Voldemort started to laugh evilly.

Then, finally, the person started to speak.

Whose voice would he hear?

"Yeah, I'll get you...", the person raised her head, her eyes looking exactly into Harry's, "Harry Potter."

...

Then, all of sudden, Harry awoke, sitting straight in a bed in the hospital wing.

Cold sweat running down his face.

That had not been an ordinary dream...

What he had seen there had been so real.

But, no, that couldn't be...

That couldn't be true!

This can't be! No!, Harry shouted to himself again and again.

Was the person, currently sitting fast asleep next to his bed with light shadows under her eyes...about to kill him in order of Voldemort?