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Disclaimer 2: I own the plot and Saerry Snape. Nothing more, nothing less.
A/N: Warning: Rape in this chapter. No visuals but…well, you know
Chapter 15
**The Diary**
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat in the library the next day during lunch. Hermione had dragged them there in the hopes that they'd work on the three-scroll essay Professor Binns had assigned them that morning. Ron refused to work and insisted on bothering Hermione while Harry went off looking through the bookshelves.
He peered at the spines of the books, moving quickly along until he spotted a gap between two of the books. Pulling one out her saw a small, thin, blue book fall over into the space the other book had been in. Curious he grabbed the book and replaced the other one. He nearly died to shock when he opened the book and looked at what was written on the inside cover.
It read:
Harry gaped at the book in shock. It had been his mother's.
As he skimmed through the pages he saw that it was a diary, his mother's diary. From the date on the first page she had started it during her first year. Curious, he flipped to the back and saw that the last entry was dated October 30. The day just before Voldemort had killed her and his father.
"Harry!"
Harry snapped the book shut and shoved it into his robes. He'd read it later.
Hermione appeared a second later. She blinked at him then said, "C'mon, we've got to get to Charms."
Harry rose and followed her to where they had left their things. Ron asked, "Where were you?"
"Just looking."
"What?"
Hermione hissed something as Madam Pince the librarian glared at them then pulled them roughly out of the library.
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Later that day Harry found he couldn't sleep. And listening to Ron's snores wasn't going to help him.
Finally he got up, got his mother's diary, and crept down to the common room.
No one was there that late at night but the fire was still merrily burning. Harry settled down near it for light and flipped through the diary.
He skimmed some of the entries from her school years, laughing quietly as she described some of the Marauder's plans. But he had to look twice when he saw the name Severus in the journal. He quickly read that part fully.
I don't see what James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter get from torturing Severus Snape. He's not the bad of a guy. And he's the only reason I've been passing Potions all these years.
I can tell why no one likes the Slytherins as most of them are great obnoxious fools in Severus' words and I agree with him. But Severus – he's practically a Gryffindor. I just hope he never finds out I said that. He really doesn't like Gryffindors (except for me of course). I think that's horrible because he doesn't have any friend in Slytherin either. I just hope one day he'll be happy.
Harry blinked at the entry and read it twice to make sure he hadn't been seeing things.
His mother had been friends with Snape?
Harry considered that for a moment then flipped on to the entries after Hogwart's. The entries were more spaced out but still in the same hand. Harry skimmed through them until one word caught his eye.
Death Eaters.
He had turned the page before he had noticed it and quickly flipped back. Glancing at the date he saw it was sometime before he had been born. Looking down at the entry he began to read.
It has been two days since Voldemort's Death Eaters captured me. I can't remember clearly where they took me but I can remember what happened there.
I was raped.
The Death Eaters had looked over me like I was – like I was a broomstick. I tried to fight the one's holding me but the next thing I knew a Death Eater had stepped forward, pointed his wand at me, and uttered the Sleeping Charm.
Harry didn't want to read anymore but it was like the book was a magnet and he was a piece of iron. It drew him to it.
The next thing I remember is waking up during it all. I nearly screamed from sheer terror when I realized what was going on but then I saw the Death Eater's eyes through his mask. They were black as pitch yet they showed pain, pain for what he was being forced to do.
He was gentle, not at all what I had expected a Death Eater to be.
Then I knew.
I knew who it was.
It was . . .
A/N: MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! ^_^ Cliffies are sooooooooooooo much fun.