Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry, Hedwig, Severus (as much as I love him), and everyone else, all belong to JKR and whoever else is in the long list of Harry Potter owners. Tidmag owns the basic plot as he/she (?) gave me the idea for this story. Also, this is another answer for Severitus' challenge. This story has no relation to my other story written partly in answer to Severitus' challenge because there is no Saerry (except for yours truly). I also do not own Lifehouse or their lyrics.
Summary: Fifth year and Harry finds himself changing. But are they for better or for worse? And what secret lurks behind these changes? A secret only Remus Lupin seems to know.
These Dreams-Saerry Snape-
*Way Out of Touch*
~*~
Can't change this feeling
I'm way out of touch
Can't change this meaning
It means too much
~*~
"Potter, what are you doing now?"
"Arranging your funeral," drawled Harry. "I can't decide whether to leave the casket open or not. Wouldn't want your relatives to see you all bloodied up, now would we?"
As Draco whirled to look at him, Harry smirked and continued, "No, I have a better idea. Let's not even have a body."
Draco sneered, "I think not."
"Did I ask you?"
"No, I thought I'd just give my input."
Harry smirked and said, "Sarcastic till the end, aye Malfoy?"
Draco gave a feral grin and snarled, "Only for you, Potter."
"I'm touched."
"I'm sure you are."
Harry smirked again then turned grim. He growled, "Move on now, Malfoy. Got to get back before someone notices you're gone."
Draco grumbled, "If only they would and you'd get your ass expelled."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. OOMPHF!"
Draco crumpled to the ground from the force of the kick to his legs, winded. Harry glared down at him for a moment then sat on his chest. As Draco sputtered for air, Harry stuck his wand under the other boy's jaw.
"Do you have a death wish, Malfoy?"
"Yea, sure, I do. I want you to kill me for all the bad things I've done to you."
"How touching."
"You're a fu…"
Draco gagged as Harry laid his wand across his windpipe and pressed down. Hard.
Harry smiled as Draco choked and said, "Y'know, I really like watching you suffer but it would be much more fun to watch you die."
Draco tried to say something but only have a whistling sound.
Suddenly a voice cried, "Expelliarmus!" and Harry's wand snapped out of his hand. And landed in Snape's. The Potions Master was pale but the expression on his face was a murderous one. Behind him stood Dumbledore, an equally grim expression on his face.
Harry rose to his feet, eyes still flooded black, and glared at the two. He snarled, "Snape and Dumbledore come to rescue poor, defenseless Malfoy. How touching."
Snape blinked then growled, "Back down, Harry."
"No."
Harry took a step forward and Snape lifted his wand arm, wand pointed straight at his son's heart.
"Harry, stop."
Harry only smirked and kept on coming. Snape's hand shook. He was disturbed by the image greeting him. It was almost as if Voldemort himself was standing there. He was afraid of his own son.
"Harold Jamison Snape, you will stop."
Harry stopped, eyes narrowing dangerously. He hissed, "What did you call me?"
Snape replied calmly, "Your name. Your real name."
Harry roared, "IT'S NOT MY NAME!"
Snape felt Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder and he took a deep breath. He whispered, "God, let this work." Then he looked up into Harry's all-black eyes and howled out two words.
"Veritas Aperio!"
~*~
Never been this lonely
Never felt so good
Can't be the only one misunderstood
I remind myself of somebody else
~*~
Veritas – Truth
Aperio - Reveal