Hey… I don't own any of the characters in this fic. J.K.Rowling owns them though I really wish I did. This is a response to Kate the Great's challenge! Thanks soooo much to Anja for reading this fic and correcting it! Thank you so much! Please R/R and just a note, I'll keep posting chapters as I write them and they get beta… I keep changing my story but its ok!

Harry sat there all night thinking about everything. He had intended to stay awake the entire night but he woke up to someone shaking his shoulder roughly.

"Ouch!" he opened his eyes. Ron was standing over him with his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Are you trying to shake me to death?"

"I've been trying for 20 minutes to wake you up," Ron told him. "Why are you out here?"

"Couldn't sleep," Harry shrugged and got up. He went to shower and change.

They went down to the Great Hall a half an hour later. Hermione was already down in the Great Hall reading and eating.

"What do we have today?" Ron asked out loud as he picked up his schedule. "Defense Against the Dark Arts… nice."

"And then Transfiguration," Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

"Anything wrong?"

"Nothing. I'll meet you in class," Harry promised and picked up a piece of toast. He walked as quickly as he could to the library and found the section for healing charms. He sat down to read. A half an hour later the bell rang and putting the book back he left. He had realized that healing was hard but he had to do it. He went to Defense Against the Dark Arts and took his seat next to Ron.

Mundungus Fletcher walked in right after Harry had sat down and he looked at the class. He walked over to his desk and put down a book. "I am Professor Mundungus Fletcher. I was a retired Auror but with Voldemort back it seems I'm back in the business. I am here to teach you everything you need to know about dealing with Voldemort and his Death Eaters." He looked around the class again. "Dueling is one of the most important things I will be teaching you this year. I will be teaching you all different curses and counter curses and other things." Fletcher talked for the rest of the period about dueling and they all made notes on it. As the bell rung he put up a hand, "Next class I will call you up one by one and you will be dueling me. I would study and try and hit me with some interesting curses."

The class left very excited.

"He's cool!" Dean exclaimed.

"He reminds me of Moody!" Seamus put in.

"We have to duel him? We will all be stunned in 5 seconds!" Neville said in a panicky voice.

"I think he's a little nuts," Ron said looking back but he wasn't around, "ever since You-Know-

Who fell last time he's been getting in trouble with the Ministry."

**

They went to Transfiguration next where McGonagall greeted them with a lecture about their O.W.L.s.

"Your O.W.L.s are at the end of this year and are very important. I should not have to tell you that this year is a very important year in your schooling and you need to do well on these tests. They will cover everything you have learned so far at Hogwarts. Do not start studying a week or two before the exams, that will not cut it." She stopped and looked around the room, "Mr. Potter are you listening to me?"

Harry who had been thinking about the healing charms and had not heard anything that

McGonagall had said, "I might have missed one or two words Professor." He said not caring that he had been caught not paying attention. "5 points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter for not paying attention." She said and after looking at him for another second she looked down at her notes and continued class.

The rest of the class passed without incident. Harry was still unable to fully transfigure what they were working on, transfiguring a book to a shoebox. One of the many reasons for not being able to do it was probably he couldn't hold his wand up, it was his right hand that he thought had the sprained or maybe broken wrist. He tried not to notice it but it was a constant sharp pain in his hand.

That night he sat by the windowsill looking out. He had intended to stay awake all night but around midnight his eyelids started to droop. He fell asleep and slept peacefully for a few hours but then a dream started and he tried to wake up but he couldn't.

He saw a tall figure in black robes comes into his dream and he stood over another person who was on the ground shaking.

"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" The figure in black yelled and the person on the ground started to twitch and yell loudly. The figure did not move and did not say anything else it just watched its victim screaming for help.

"Help… help," the victim yelled along with its endless screams in terror and in pain. The person on the ground was moving all around, he could see black hair, and glasses and those scarlet Quidditch robes? The figure stopped twitching and in his dream Harry could see its eyes… green just like his. It was him, he was watching himself being tortured.

"STOP!" He woke up. His head shot up and his back hit the stone wall, "Ouch!" He hissed in pain and then looked around, he was still on the ground next to the window, and he was safe now.

"Alright there Harry?" Seamus yawned. He had woken up when Harry yelled.

"I'm fine Seamus, go back to sleep," Harry reassured his roommate.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Seamus asked rubbing his eyes and seeing Harry on the ground.

"I couldn't sleep," he lied quickly.

"Good night Harry," Seamus yawned and turned over.

"Night Seamus," Harry whispered. He looked out the window again, he had to be careful, he couldn't wake up the other boys in his dorm again, they would tell someone and that was the last thing Harry wanted. What about his dream though, why had he seen himself being tortured? Who was the person in the black robes? Was it Voldemort? His scar didn't hurt so he wasn't sure. Did it mean anything?

When the sun rose a few hours later Harry was sitting there watching it, still deep in thought. Harry got up before everyone else and showered quickly. In the shower he had to bite his tongue, the welts on his back did not go well with water. He washed his hair quickly and got out. He back still hurting from the summer now was a bit stiff from leaning against a stone wall all night. He should have stayed in the common room at least there it was a bit more comfortable.

They had Care of Magical Creatures that day and lucky enough for them Hagrid had gotten back into the country the day before and had brought them another beast.

"The Dugbog," Hagrid exclaimed and in a glass box was a creature that looked like a piece of dead wood and not that harmful looking. 'They live in the mashes, and yeh see here their teeth is very sharp. It feeds on animals mostly but there have been a few cases of wizards getting their ankles bitten."

"I hope we don't have to raise these creatures," Ron whispered to Harry and he just nodded.

Hagrid surprisingly did not suggest that they raise them, pick it up, feed it or take it for a walk. They all had their chance to examine it though and take notes on it.

"I guess that is what you call a normal Care of Magical Creatures," Ron said happily as they went back up to the castle.

Walking back to school Harry tried to keep up with the other two but they were walking very fast. His leg hurt even more with every step and his breathing was still bad. By the time they got to their next class Charms, he was in a bad mood and all he really felt like doing was passing out. He needed to do those healing charms on himself; he didn't know how much longer he could last.

They were working in pairs for this charm and Ron and Hermione were put together leaving him with Seamus.

"Harry are you okay after last night?" Seamus asked concerned.

"I'm fine Seamus," Harry did not meet his eye as he answered but read the section on the charm.

"I heard you yell," Seamus went on, "did you have a bad dream?"

"SEAMUS! I'm FINE!" Harry yelled. The class stopped talking and stared at the pair.

"Is there a problem Mr. Potter?" tiny Professor Flitwick asked.

"No Professor," Harry grabbed his bag, "there is no problem." He left the classroom unable to stay with everyone looking at him and he not feeling well.

He went straight to the library and went to the healing charm section. He had to do those charms as soon as possible so he didn't want to waste any more time. He spent the rest of the afternoon in the library reading about the charms.

Around dinner Ron and Hermione came in, they seemed to be looking for Harry.

"He wouldn't be in here Hermione," Ron argued, "this is the library. Harry doesn't come in here."

"Its worth looking," Hermione shot back, "have you seen him in all the other places we looked?"

"We should have checked the map," Ron said. They walked along the lines of tables and bookcases. "Harry!"

Harry who had been reading the book, "Healing for Beginners" did not hear Ron and Hermione arguing and when he heard his name he shoved the book under the table. "Yes?"

"You're in the library," Ron gasped.

"I was studying," he responded quickly.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Because Harry wants to get good grades unlike someone," Hermione looked at Ron.

"I want to get good grades," Ron argued, "I just don't think spending all my time in the library is a good time."

"You missed lunch," Hermione told Harry matter of fact.

"I wasn't hungry," said Harry.

"And you walked out in Charms," Hermione told him. "Is there something going on?"

"Everything is fine," Harry assured her.

"Right well its dinner time," she told him not convinced that was telling the truth, "are you coming?"

"I'm not really hungry," Harry shook his head.

"Skipping two meals is not very healthy," Hermione went over to him and took his arm to pull him up.

"Oww! Leave me alone!" Harry yelled wincing in pain.

"What did you do to him?" Ron asked.

"Harry what is going on?" Hermione said now a little scared.

"NOTHING! Nothing is wrong! Just leave me alone," Harry grabbed the books that were around him and picked them up, "And don't touch me again!" He walked out of the library.

Harry spent most of the rest of the week in the library working. On Friday after dinner he was in his dorm alone and he was about ready to perform the charm. The book said to point his wand at the body part that he wanted to heal and say the words. Harry did this about 10 times and felt very drained from it. He put on his pajamas and without thinking about nightmares or anything he laid down in his bed without any pain in a very long time. He smiled and fell asleep.

"You son of a bitch! You worthless piece of crap!" Uncle Vernon's belt hit his back again and again each time more painful. "I told you I would not have you disturbing my sleep! You ungrateful bastard! You lay around all day, you don't complete your chores and when I want to sleep after a long hard day of work I can't because you are screaming like a girl in your sleep! I'll teach you to scream!" Uncle Vernon's leg connected with his ribs and Harry gasped for breath.

"Stop… it-won't…" Harry was cut off when the belt hit his back again, "AHHHH!"

"Stop your screaming you stupid boy!" Uncle Vernon picked him up easily and threw him against the wall. He hit it and fell like a broken doll. He didn't move, he couldn't feel any part of him.

"Stop… it won't happen again… please," Harry thrashed around in his bed, "No… don't. I didn't mean to… I swear everything will be finished tomorrow. Please… AHHHHHHHH!"

Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Professor Fletcher, and Snuffles stood around his bed all watching him. They jumped a little when he yelled and Ron rushed forward to try and wake him up.

Dean, Seamus and Neville looked in horror at their friend who was thrashing around and whimpering in pain.

"Boys, go down to your common room," Fletcher told them.

"But Snuffles," Ron protested. He looked down at the dog.

Snuffles gave a bark and nodded. Ron took this for a yes. With the other boys gone Sirius turned back into himself.

They turned back to Harry.

"Stop… I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I was so tired, it won't happen again… please… NO!"

Fletcher turned away and with a heavy sigh went up to Harry's bed. "Harry, my boy wake up."

"Wake up Harry," Sirius joined him.

"Stay away from-me! I didn't do anything! I didn't say anything to him!" Harry still didn't wake up. "NOOO!" Harry woke up and quickly turned and sat up. He was breathing heavily and did not notice the onlookers at first.

"Harry!" Sirius said.

Harry gulped and looked into their faces, first Fletcher, then Ron and lastly Sirius. He backed up against his pillow, sweating and breathing heavily from the dream.

"What were you dreaming about?" Fletcher asked.

"What-what are you doing here?" asked Harry looking wildly around at the three of them.

"Ron came and told me that you were yelling in your sleep," Sirius explained, "and that he couldn't wake you."

"How long have you been here?" he asked still looking at them.

"For about 10 minutes," said Sirius.

"Oh shit," Harry whispered.

"Would you care to explain that dream Harry?" Fletcher asked.

"I don't remember dreaming," Harry told them.

"I can tell by the way you are acting right now that you do remember your dream, do not lie to me," Sirius told him sternly.

"I'm not lying," Harry looked him right in the eye, "I usually forget my dreams if I don't write them down as soon as I wake up."

"You would tell me if something was wrong right?" Sirius asked him. "I would understand."

Harry gulped and wiped his forehead, "Yeah of course I would."

"Then try and get some sleep Harry," Sirius told him. "I hope you don't have that dream again."

They left. Harry got his sheets off the floor and threw them back onto his bed. He pulled his hanging around him as Dean, Seamus and Neville came back into the dorm. Harry lay on his bed but he didn't go back to sleep. Shit, he couldn't sleep anymore, what if they guessed? What if they found out the truth? He put his head in his hands, they wouldn't understand, Sirius was wrong, he wouldn't understand. No one does, no one could.


Since the next day was Saturday and he didn't have classes to go to he spent the day in his dorm. The other boys had tried to get him to come out but he didn't respond to any of them. He didn't want to speak to any of them after what they witnessed the night before nor anyone else in the House. Some of the Gryffindors had heard yelling but the 4 other boys in his dorm shrugged their shoulders and pretended not to know what happened. The only other person who knew was Hermione because Ron had told her before most people were up.

That day he tried to read some of his schoolbooks but he couldn't, voices and thoughts kept coming into his mind disturbing him from reading. He relived most of the summer in his mind.

"I'll teach you to let freaks try and kill my son!" Uncle Vernon yelled right in his face. "And for destroying our living room! What if the neighbors had seen them? Dudley wouldn't eat anything for a week he was so scared of finding anymore of those freak's food! He could have starved to death! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? Your cousin will turn out to be a fine man one day unlike you! You should appreciate him and try and be more like him! You are so ungrateful, you let those freaks come into my house, destroy it and almost kill my son!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN"T FINISH THE CHORES? WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAYING AROUND ALL DAY?"

"YOU ARE NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL, JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS!" Uncle Vernon yelled at him. "I met your father once, he thought he was the best. Insulting our house, telling stories about his house being a mansion! He was always playing a joke on someone, him and those two freak friends of his! They amounted to nothing! And then they get killed and leave you with us! Too bad you didn't get killed along with them!"


Harry wiped his eye, he didn't want to cry but all the memories came back to him. He had cried many times during the summer, he had never felt so lost and so alone. Why was all this happening to him? He didn't want any of it, he just wanted to be normal, to live like everyone else. To have a family who loved and cared about him… why couldn't he have that?

He stayed in his room for the rest of the weekend. He didn't come out for meals because he wasn't hungry but Ron always brought him back food. He never ate it. He knew he had to go to classes on Monday because if he didn't the teachers would ask where he was and Dumbledore would try and make him talk about it. He went to his classes that week but everyone noticed that he was in a bad mood, but he didn't snap at anyone or talk back to anyone. He stayed silent and did his work without drawing attention to himself.

He was leaving Transfiguration class when McGonagall motioned him over, "Mr. Potter, the Headmaster would like to see you after dinner in his office."

Harry nodded wondering if Dumbledore had found something out.

After dinner and after only eating a little bit of food he went to Dumbledore's office. He got to the gargoyle and remembered he didn't know the new password, "Er, Fizzing Wizabees? Er…"

"Chocolate Frogs," McGonagall's voice said to the gargoyle from behind Harry. He looked at her wondering why she was here. "Come on Potter." Harry followed her up the stairs and at the door she knocked. Dumbledore opened it for them and told them to come in.

"Harry!" Sirius Black his godfather pulled Harry into a tight hug as he came through the door.

"Ouch!" Harry yelled as he was being hugged. He frowned; the charms must be wearing off.

"Did I hurt you?" Sirius let go of him right away.

"No I'm fine," Harry said quickly.

"Fine Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore sat down and motioned for Harry to but he didn't. Harry did come closer and stood near his desk. "I've asked you to come today because I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you."

"Then why are they here?" Harry asked quietly looking at Professor McGonagall and Sirius.

"Well because Professor McGonagall is your Head of House this concerns her and because Sirius is your godfather he has the right to know," Dumbledore told him, "Your friends have been to see me and they are very worried about you."

"Why? What's going on?" Harry asked confused. He hadn't spoken this much in about a week. He tried to act normally in front of them but it was difficult.

"You are the only one who knows that answer," Dumbledore told him. "I hope you will not be mad at them or myself but we have been watching you very carefully since term started."

"Why?"

"Ms. Granger told us about your dream on the train and how sick you looked. Also you have been spending a lot of time in the library and since you are more like your father than your mother that is very unusual." Dumbledore told him.

"I have my O.W.L.s this year and I need to do well," replied Harry.

"It's the second week of school," Dumbledore said his eyes did not sparkle like usual.

"I want to do well?" Harry said, as this was obvious.

"Healing charms is not on the exam."

"With Voldemort risen I thought I should be prepared," said Harry.

"Curses would be better Potter," McGonagall told him; "leave the healing to the mediwizards."

"And the boys in your dorm have told me that they have been woken up by your yelling and sometimes when they wake in the middle of the night you are sitting by the windowsill or not in your dorm," Dumbledore continued. "And that dream the other night?"

"I don't see where you are going with this," Harry grinned weakly, "I have homework to do." He turned to leave.

"One minute Harry. I did not give you leave to go," Dumbledore called Harry back. "Why don't I get to the point of this meeting. Finite Incantatem." He waved his wand and it hit Harry in the back.

Harry felt a strange sensation come over him. A pain shot up in left leg and he almost fell over. He reached out and caught the desk with his left hand and yelled in pain, his hand couldn't hold on to the desk it hurt too much. A pain shot up in his thigh and ankle in his right leg and he fell on his knees. His stomach felt empty and with his right hand he put it to his stomach and he could feel his ribs. He started to struggle for breath as he felt all the air escape his lungs. His back left like it had been stabbed and hit a million times. He put his hand behind him and felt blood. He couldn't deal with it; the pain was too much for him. Everyone and everything in the room was spinning, he was still struggling to breathe, "Stop." He whispered but the 3 adults heard what he said, "Help." He fell and landed on his side unconscious.

Sirius rushed forward as he fell, "What happened to him? WHAT DID YOU DO?" He looked at

Harry and then at Dumbledore who looked sternly down at Harry.

"I took off the charms he put on himself," Dumbledore said. "He tried to heal himself without realizing how hard it is to do healing charms and how many years of practice it takes to do it properly." He waved his wand, "Moblicorpus." He motioned the other two to follow him and Sirius came out of the office as a dog. Dumbledore followed the floating form of Harry to the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey was waiting for him. He had warned her that he might be bringing someone by later and to be prepared with her strongest healing potions. As he walked in she gasped at the sight in front of him. He put Harry on the bed.

"Let's see how much damage there is," he said grimly. Madam Pomfrey removed his robes and then his uniform shirt. With his chest bare the 3 adults and dog looked in horror at the boy whose back and chest were one big bruise. His arms and neck were also bruised.

"What happened to him?" Professor McGonagall asked horrified.

"Only Harry knows that," Dumbledore replied. "I have my ideas but I will wait until he confirms my thoughts. I did not expect it to be this bad though."

**

Harry woke up some time later very confused. He looked around; his glasses were next to him. He reached out to get them but he couldn't move his arms. He tried to move his head and he could do that. He tried to move his legs but they wouldn't do that either.

"I'm sorry Harry that you are unable to move," Dumbledore sat next to him and he put Harry's glasses on his face. Harry looked around him, everything was white and he was in a bed with white sheets. He was in the hospital wing.

"Why can't I move?" Harry asked and tried again incase the spell had been removed. He looked down at himself; he had bandages on his chest and arms. A sheet covered his lower body so he couldn't see what was bandaged on his legs.

"It is best when recovering from broken bones, bruised ribs and welts on your back that you don't move so that everything can heal more quickly."

Harry turned his head away refusing to look at the Headmaster; "I want to leave!"

"That is not an option right now," Dumbledore said calmly. "What I did was for your own good, and now you will have a chance to heal properly."

"You have no right to keep me here!" said Harry.

"I am Headmaster of this school," Dumbledore got up and went on the other side of the bed where Harry was looking, "I do have the right to keep you here if you are injured. And I also have the right to know how it happened."

"Screw you!" Harry told him, "I don't need to tell you anything." He yelled and started to cough. Dumbledore watched him as he struggled to breathe.

"Don't get too excited or yell," Dumbledore told him as he went to his seat. "Madam Pomfrey bandaged your ribs very tightly so that they would heal and you slightly punctured one of your lungs. You will it difficult to breathe for another day or two."

There was silence for a few minutes, Dumbledore watched Harry and played with his thumbs, as Harry just lay there unable to do anything. He slowed down his breathing so that it was normal again.

"Harry what happened?" Dumbledore asked again but this time Harry didn't say anything, he closed his eyes and refused to speak to the Headmaster. He fell asleep shortly after.

He woke up later to find Dumbledore gone but Fletcher sitting in the chair next to the bed. He had been reading but out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry wake up.

"What is this let's watch the Boy-Who-Live suffer?" Harry snapped.

"Dumbledore didn't want you waking up and no one being here," Fletcher explained. "He wants to show you that we do care and want to help."

"Well maybe I don't want any help."

"Maybe you need help Mr. Potter and you will get it if you like it or not," Dumbledore walked in and came over to his bed.

Harry shot him an angry look.

"I must apologize for earlier, I never got the chance to explain why I took away all your healing charms and you felt more pain than you had before. You see wizards should never mess around with healing charms. It takes years to learn how to do them properly, you have to have an understanding of the body and most important the part that you are trying to heal. Healing charms not done properly will result in them fading and the pain lasting much longer than necessary I could have waited a week for them to all fade but I'm sure you would have put them back on." Dumbledore explained. "You numbed all the cuts and bruises on your body, you did not heal them. Under your healing charms, your body was not getting better, it was getting worse."

"So you decided to put me through a hell of a lot of pain instead? Thanks a lot," Harry yelled at the Headmaster.

"I was not the one who decided to try and heal themselves. I know better than to mess around with those charms," Dumbledore told him gently. "I would have told someone and let a nurse deal with them."

"I want to get out of here!" Harry said frustrated.

"No," Dumbledore was suddenly stern. "You will remain here for 2 days and give your body time to heal and get your weight back up. Madam Pomfrey has informed me that you are not even a 100 pounds and that is very unhealthy for you at 15." He nodded at Harry and Fletcher and wished them a good day and then left. Harry scowled as he left.

"He's looking out for your best interest," Fletcher told Harry.

"Do me a favor and shut up," Harry told Fletcher and looked away.

The next two days were horrible for Harry. He would often fall asleep and would wake up from one of his nightmares with a teacher standing over him their eyes filled with tears. He hated it; he hated their looks of pity, of sadness and just having them being there. He wondered if they had anything better to do with their time. He knew they were there on Dumbledore's orders. He hated Dumbledore now; he hated him for putting him through this and for having everyone look after him. He hated everything about him and wished he could just be left alone.

When he was finally released he got up and almost fell over. He had no had control over his limbs for 3 days and hadn't walked for awhile. Whenever he needed to go to the bathroom, he would be carried so he wouldn't upset any of his bones and muscles that were trying to heal. He scowled as he left the hospital wing and wouldn't let Ron or Hermione help him. He walked up to Gryffindor Tower by himself with the other two behind him ready to catch him if he fell or to help him walk if he got tired. After saying the password he went up to his dorm and straightened things out. As it was after dinner he didn't have to worry about anything or be anywhere until the next day.

"How about a nap Harry?" Ron suggested, "You are probably tired."


"Want a book to read or anything Harry?" Hermione held one out for him. "Do you need anything?"

"Yes I do want something," Harry said and threw up his arms, "You two to leave me alone!"

"Harry we are just trying to help," Hermione said gently.

"I don't need your help," Harry walked out and down to the common room. He went to sit by the fire as most people were sitting at the tables completing their homework.

"Harry we made a list of the assignments you missed," Hermione said slowly and put a list down next to him on a small table. "The teachers will be expecting these assignments done."

"Hermione I could care less what they want," Harry told her and looked into the fire ignoring his friends.

The next day they had Potion's first period. In Potions Harry had to deal with Malfoy which he wasn't too pleased about. Malfoy who had heard of Harry being in the hospital wing bothered him throughout the entire class.

"Hey Potter," he drawled on as they were cleaning up their supplies, "Heard you were in the hospital wing, did you get in a fight and your girlfriend wasn't there to protect you?"

"Shut up Malfoy," Harry said cleaning out his cauldron. He lifted it with a little difficulty. He had woken up that morning to find his breathing improved and the pain in his back just about gone. His legs were better and so were his hands. He was still very weak and very much underweight. "Malfoy, hearing you talk so early in the morning is not something I enjoy, its bad enough I have to see you."

"Potter," Snape barked from his desk. "Come here."

Putting down his cauldron and with a smirk from Malfoy he went up to Snape's desk. The bell rang at that moment and everyone packed up to leave. Snape though continued writing and ignored Harry. Harry looked back at Ron and Hermione who pointed outside the classroom and he nodded knowing they would be there waiting for him.

Snape looked up and handed Harry a piece of parchment, "You are to memorize the ingredients for those Potions as punishment for missing my class the other day."

"It wasn't my fault I missed it," Harry said looking at the list, which had about 5 Potions on it. "You should have Dumbledore recite the ingredients to you, it is his fault I wasn't in class."

Snape ignored what he said and continued, "And for making refill most of Madam Pomfrey's healing potions I want an essay about the uses of the Potion the class made but you failed to make today."

"Oh goody, that made my day," Harry said sarcastically, "I made you do work."

"It is no one's fault but yours Potter for your stay in the hospital wing," Snape looked at him in the eye, "No one else but you would have been stupid enough to mess around with healing charms. You have the same stubbornness as your father Potter. Like him you are unable to admit defeat, to admit failure. And look where that got him."

"Why don't you just shut up about my Dad!" Harry yelled, "You are always going on about him, what are you jealous? Jealous that everyone liked him and he was better than you were or he actually had friends? You are so pathetic!"

"50 points from Gryffindor Potter!" Snape hissed. "Get out of my sight before I make it 200 points and a week's detention."