Chapter 4: Snape's past
The next day, Hermione was still in the hospital wing and Ron wasn't
talking to Harry. In Potions, Snape seemed to be different. He didn't
make fun or yell at Harry. Infact, he didn't even look at Harry. At the
end of class, as everyone was leaving, Snape finally spoke to him, "Potter,
stay after class, I need to talk to you." Harry walked up to Snape's desk.
Snape stared straight into Harry's eyes, sighed, and said "Potter, Potter,
Potter.." "Yes sir?" "I heard about your little confrontation in the
woods." Harry's stomach dropped. "Did u really think no one would find
out?" "Sir, I can explain that, I mean.."
"OH SHUT UP Potter, I'm not going to tell Dumbledore, if that's what your
worried about!" Harry felt a little better. "No, Potter, I'm not here to
discuss that, well, not yet anyways." Snape stood up and started pacing
infront of his desk where Harry was standing. "Oh, Potter, where to begin,
where to begin." "Sir?" "Potter," Snape stared at him again as he sat on
the edge of his desk, " U know that I have been working for Dumbledore the
last few years, to help him with his quest to defeat Voldermort?" Harry
nodded. "Yes, well, you see," for once Snape looked uncomfortable in
Harry's presence. "Yes, sir?" "Dumbledore has asked me to do him a favor,
and it involves you."
Harry looked at Snape surprised. " Now I think you would agree that neither of us likes the other very much, but when it comes to Dumbledore, I'm afraid we have to listen." There was a pause, "I need to tell you something Potter. Maybe, just maybe it will open your eyes a little bit."
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Harry stood ready for whatever was to come, "ok, sir." Snape started pacing again. He looked up at the ceiling, and mubbled to himself, "15 years, 15 years, and I never have had to tell this story, not once." He looked at Harry, "But I geuss I can't keep my 'ungrateful teacher' persona forever." Harry was confused, "I don't understand sir." Snape walked back to his desk and sat on the edge again. "You see, Potter, many people know about my childhood. I grew up in a wizarding family, I attended Hogwarts, was a Syltherin, I hated your father and his friends, I was an execellent student..bla bla bla. Many also know I worked for the ministry before coming to Hogwarts, that's how I got involved with Voldermort.
"But many people didn't know about my personal life at that time. I liked it that way, keeping things to myself." "What are you saying sir?" "You see Potter, I had a family. I was married and I had a daughter, Olivia was her name. We were... very happy." Harry stood stunned, Snape married? Snape let a small smile appear on his face,he looked like he was off in daydreaming land, "Anyways, I wasn't happy with the way the ministry was handling things, many of my co-workers were talking about this secret society, so I checked it out. It intrigued me Potter, Voldermort talked about all the wonderful changes he wanted to make in the ministry, how if he was minister, things would be different. I was so overwhelmed. I started helping Voldermort with his campaign, behind the minsitry's back, as were so many others. I never told my family what was going on or why I was gone for days at a time.
"One day, Voldermort, unexpectedly stopped by our home. Thankfully my wife and daughter were not home, but they came back while he was there. It wasn't a good experience Potter." He paused to look at Harry. "Olivia was only 2 and she didn't understand who this strange man was, and well, I always said she had good instincts. After that day, I started questioning Voldermort's real intentions. Things just weren't adding up. But I never really got a chance to do anything about it. He confronted me one day, said he wasn't sure if he could trust me anymore. But I convinced him, or thought I did.
That week, many of us were sent to work on a specific project, I was gone for about 4 days. When I returned, my wife, she, was very upset, she wanted me to tell her everything, but I couldn't, Potter, I co..u.ld.n't" Harry saw tears swelling in Snape's deep eyes. Snape lowered his face and covered it with one hand. Harry swore he heard sobbing. "Sir, if u don't mind me asking, what happened to them?"
Snape looked up at Harry, "The next morning, they went to the market as they always did, but they never came back." There was another pause, " I received an owl, later, saying that there had been a terrrible accident at the market that morning, and that my wife and daughter had gotten caught in an explosion, and ... (Snape sniffs) well, Potter, they were killed. Poor Anna, she tried so hard to help me!" "Anna, was your wife sir?" "Yes. Afterwards I figured out that it had to have been Voldermort. I assume he wanted to use my anger and hate to turn me into a perfect death eater, but I didn't. No, I turned on him instead."
Harry stood speechless, "I, I'm sorry sir." Harry had never seen this side of Snape before, he had lost his family too!? "Why did you tell me this Sir?" Snape didn't answer for a few minutes, "Because Potter, as I said before, Dumbledore has asked me to do him a favor. I needed to prove to you somehow that I was on your side. Did I atleast do that?"
Harry nodded. "Good, you see Potter, Voldermort taught me many things, many Dark Arts things. The one I'm the most proud of is the ability to read minds." Harry was confused again. "He taught me how to find things in people, especially the unconconscious, he wanted it to black mail people, and he chose me as his apprentince. I still am one of the best mind readers in the wizarding world today."
"Sir, what does all this have to do with me?" "Dumbledore and I have been talking and we think that you, are one of the few wizards who can defeat Voldermort." Harry stood stunned, was that a compliment?? "I say that, because you've done it before. There's something inside you Potter, memories of that night, the way you killed him, memories being protected from your conscious thoughts. Dumbledore wants me, to find those memories. He wants me to perform a mind search on you." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing, Snape read his mind?? "The only problem is that it takes trust Potter. That's something neither of us have for one another, but I hoped by telling you my deepest, darkest secret, the one thing that moves my cold heart, that maybe, just maybe you would be willing enough to open up to me."
Harry stood speechless, "You want to read my mind, sir?" "Yes," Snape looked deep into Harry's eyes, "I, we, want to know what secret you are hiding in there," he pointed to Harry's head and paused before he said the next word, "Harry." Harry couldn't believe Snape would be so nice, it had to be a trick. I mean, he even called him by his first name! "I would have to ask Dumbledore first..." "So , you still don't get it, do you! Well, maybe it's better that way." He stood up and walked back around his desk.
"Sir, it's not that I don't believe your story, and I'm really sorry for what happened, it's just that a lot of things have been going on and.." Snape looked up, more angry than ever before, "And you think, I care enough to see them while I'm in your head. Well, your wrong, Potter." After a pause, Snape looked like his normal, evil self again. "I don't care what's in there. I am looking for one, thing, " he stood up over Harry, "and one thing only. I am extremely good at finding what I want, that's why I am the best. But if it will ..make u feel better, go talk to Dumbledore, but I want an answer by this afternoon!" "Sure," Harry said, and bolted out the door of the dungeoens. There was someone else he had to talk to before he saw Dumbledore.
Harry ran up the stairs to the hospital wing, where he found Hermione sitting up, hugging her knees. She looked as if she was in deep thought. "Hermione, your still here!" Hermione looked up and smiled, "Harry!" He walked over to her, but he didn't really know what to do, should he hug her, or kiss her on the cheek? He thought it better to just sit down. "Harry, is something wrong, you look upset." Harry decided to tell her everything. "So let me get this straight. Snape can read minds, and he wants to read yours?"
"Yes" Harry sighed. "You know I've read some things about that, but it involves soooo much dark magic I didn't want to even try! Those people who do know that kind of power, well, I've read that they've gone crazy Harry! I mean after a person has let them into their mind, all the mind reader has to do, is look into their eyes and see everything they're thinking!" Harry was caught off guard, "WHAT!" Hermione nodded. "But Harry, why did you want to tell me?"
"Well," Harry answered, "I was afraid he might find out about us. You're all that's been on my mind the last few days." Harry blushed, so did Hermione. "Well, from what I know, mind readers can advance to such levels that they can search in a matter of seconds! If Snape's as good as he says, he's not going to be paying attentnion to that stuff! Besides, you can always black mail, him. Threaten to tell the whole school about his past!" Harry smiled, "Your always a step ahead! That's what I love about you, Hermione." Harry stopped, oops, shouldn't a said that! Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry," Harry said. He stood up, "Thanks, Hermione." She smiled and he kissed her forhead. And with that he headed back toward the dungeon.
Harry walked back to the dungoens, but instead of knocking at Snape's office door, he decided to wait a minute and sat on the floor to calm down. As he did such, he heard a voice, "Scared Harry?" Harry looked up to see Dumbledore, who was starting to sit down beside him. "Sir, I didn't see you there, sorry!" "Oh, that's fine, I'm sort of quiet." There was a long pause as the two sat there beside on another on the cold, dark floor. "So, I understand you are somewhat apprenesive of Professor Snape?" Dumbldore asked. "I just, the more I think about it Si,r the more I don't want to do this."
"Oh, Harry, I understand. You see I want Prof. Snape to do this because I think you ARE ready." Harry looked surprised. "Why do you think I never asked him to do this before!" he laughed, "No, you are a very mature young man, Harry, and this is very important information. But I only want you to do this if you think you can." Harry paused, "I think I am ready sir, just a little scared I geuss." Dumbledore looked deep into his eyes, "Are you sure? " Harry nodded. "I believe that Prof. Snape is a good man, Harry. I only hope that the two of you can set aside your differences long enough to do this for me." Harry nodded, "I understand sir, but Snape said I had to trust him."
"Well, you have to atleast be willing to let him see what's in your mind," he laughed again, "Trust is much longer down the line, I do believe!" "Well, then sir, I guess I am ready." Harry seemed to actually be feeling good about this for the first time. The two stood up, "Now, I want you to understand something Harry. Whatever else Prof. Snape may find hidden in your head, he will not tell anyone besides me." Harry felt better about that, he really didn't want to ask. And with that Dumbledore walked off. Harry knocked on Snape's door. He heard a loud, deep voice answer, "Come in Potter."
Harry slowly opened the door to find Snape sitting behind his desk with his eyes closed and his hand together as if meditating. "I'm ready sir." Snape opened his eyes to look at Harry. "I just have one more question." "Yes?" Snape looked annoyed. "I heard somewhere that once a mind reader reads someone's mind, it only take a stare at some other point and time for them to be able to read that person's thoughts." Snape sighed as he stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, "It depends Potter. It depends on whether the two people are staring at each other long enough and intensly enough, but more than that, as I said before it has a lot to do with trust."
Harry looked confused again. Snape noticed, sat down on his desk, and continued, "Take for instance, two friends. Two people who know each other well, who are open and honest and one reads the others mind. Then yes, it would be very easy to look at them and read their thoughts at anytime. And yes, it would be very troublesome. However, for two people like us who are so unwilling to do this in the first place, well, it would take way to much effort on both our parts! And besides, I don't like staring at you anymore than you do at me. I highly doubt it will be a problem." Harry seemed happy with that, "Ok." Another sigh as he folded his arms across his chest, "So are you finally ready now?" "Yes" Harry replied.
"Good. Now what I need you to do is close your eyes." Harry hesitated. "Dooo IT." So, Harry closed his eyes. "Now, I need you to think of a happy thought. Some memory, or a conversation or something you own you like, I don't care. Just something you don't mind me knowing about. Tell me when you have it." "There goes Hermione!" Harry thought. So he decided to focus on Quiditch since it was something he knew that Snape knew he liked, "Got it." "Good. Now, I need you to go into that thought and focus. Think about every single, percise detail in that thought. Think of the shapes, the colors, the smells, the people if there are any. Think of anything and everything involved in that idea." "K" Harry answered. "Now when I say to, I want you to open your eyes slowly as possible and look straight into mine. Don't blink until I say to."
And with that Snape unfolded his arms and put his hands on his head. He closed his eyes and slowly lifted his head toward the ceiling. After a few minutes of concentration, he slowly lowered his head back to the original postion, grabbed his desk with his hands, leaned forward, "Ready...now." The two of them slowly and steadily opened their eyes toward one another (Imagine the camera shot of this! side angle of them simintaneously(?) opening their eyes).
Harry felt Snape's cold eyes intensley staring at him. He tried not to think about it, he thought only of that first game of quiditch. He felt a small twich in his head as he watched the light bounce off of Snape's dark eyes, but concentrated on the Quiditch. After a few minutes, he didn't see Snape's stare. He thought of every move he had made, as if he was flying again. He tried to skip the part about Snape saving him though. And then he was diving, diving for the snitch, he felt himself reaching for it, reaching, and then falling onto the ground. That weird feeling in his mouth, then spitting it into his hands. And then there was the crowd, the crowd was screaming and cheering! He felt the adreniline and the warmth in his heart, he felt his hand holding the snitch, and then he heard a voice, "hum.. Quiditch I should have known." He came too and saw Snape leaning back onto the desk. "U can blink now."
Harry blinked and shook his head, it all felt strange. "Interesting Potter, very interesting," Snape snickered. "Sir, is it over?" "Yes Potter, it is over and you may have a slight headache for a while, but it will go away." With that Snape stood up, walked around to the back of his desk and sat down. Harry watched as he pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing. He looked up at Harry after a few mminutes, "Your still here?" he asked with a curve in his lip.(hehe "up to something")"Well, aren't u going to tell me what you saw!" Snape sighed and looked very annoyed(as always) "Look, Potter, I have to discuss what I saw with Dumbledore, if we feel anything is significant then you will know."
Harry felt a sudden rage run throughout his body. "Exucse me SIR," he stood up so that Snape would have to look up to him, "But I beleive I have a right to know." Snape stared back at him with his head tilted to one side, "Look Potter, I will only say this once and then I want you to leave. Somethings are better left to the unconscious." Harry didn't understand, "What?"
Snape sighed and rolled his eyes, "Do you ever wonder why you even have a subconcious? It's because there are some memories that are so strong, so powerful, we cannot get them out of our heads, so our minds create a space for them and hides them from the rest of our..more... joyoius memories. Even if we were to remember them, some of them would be so over powering that our bodies wouldn't be able to handle them. Many mind readers have made people go insane from what they have found, I cannot do that to you Potter." Harry stood quietly, "So, there IS something there isn't there." Snape nodded. Harry looked away for a minute to think and then turned to walk out. Before he got to the door, he turned to Snape and said, "Thank you."
Harry left the dungeon, but it was late , so he went to the Common room, where he found Hermione talking to Ron of all people! "Hermione, you're out of the hospital?" Harry asked. She looked up at him and smiled, "Yeah, she let me go early." Ron looked oddly at Harry, "So, how was it, having your mind read?" Harry stared blankly at him. "Hermione u told HIM!" "I had to Harry, it's all I could think about!" "So?" Ron asked, "How was it having that twit(hehe *sheriff*) in ur head??" Harry walked over to them and began explaining it all. Hermione asked a thousand and one questions as Harry told them everything he remembered. Afterwards, he felt incredibly tired and went to bed early. He had dreams of drinking wine and eating cake, but he couldn't figure out why!(yet another BAAM joke)
Harry looked at Snape surprised. " Now I think you would agree that neither of us likes the other very much, but when it comes to Dumbledore, I'm afraid we have to listen." There was a pause, "I need to tell you something Potter. Maybe, just maybe it will open your eyes a little bit."
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Harry stood ready for whatever was to come, "ok, sir." Snape started pacing again. He looked up at the ceiling, and mubbled to himself, "15 years, 15 years, and I never have had to tell this story, not once." He looked at Harry, "But I geuss I can't keep my 'ungrateful teacher' persona forever." Harry was confused, "I don't understand sir." Snape walked back to his desk and sat on the edge again. "You see, Potter, many people know about my childhood. I grew up in a wizarding family, I attended Hogwarts, was a Syltherin, I hated your father and his friends, I was an execellent student..bla bla bla. Many also know I worked for the ministry before coming to Hogwarts, that's how I got involved with Voldermort.
"But many people didn't know about my personal life at that time. I liked it that way, keeping things to myself." "What are you saying sir?" "You see Potter, I had a family. I was married and I had a daughter, Olivia was her name. We were... very happy." Harry stood stunned, Snape married? Snape let a small smile appear on his face,he looked like he was off in daydreaming land, "Anyways, I wasn't happy with the way the ministry was handling things, many of my co-workers were talking about this secret society, so I checked it out. It intrigued me Potter, Voldermort talked about all the wonderful changes he wanted to make in the ministry, how if he was minister, things would be different. I was so overwhelmed. I started helping Voldermort with his campaign, behind the minsitry's back, as were so many others. I never told my family what was going on or why I was gone for days at a time.
"One day, Voldermort, unexpectedly stopped by our home. Thankfully my wife and daughter were not home, but they came back while he was there. It wasn't a good experience Potter." He paused to look at Harry. "Olivia was only 2 and she didn't understand who this strange man was, and well, I always said she had good instincts. After that day, I started questioning Voldermort's real intentions. Things just weren't adding up. But I never really got a chance to do anything about it. He confronted me one day, said he wasn't sure if he could trust me anymore. But I convinced him, or thought I did.
That week, many of us were sent to work on a specific project, I was gone for about 4 days. When I returned, my wife, she, was very upset, she wanted me to tell her everything, but I couldn't, Potter, I co..u.ld.n't" Harry saw tears swelling in Snape's deep eyes. Snape lowered his face and covered it with one hand. Harry swore he heard sobbing. "Sir, if u don't mind me asking, what happened to them?"
Snape looked up at Harry, "The next morning, they went to the market as they always did, but they never came back." There was another pause, " I received an owl, later, saying that there had been a terrrible accident at the market that morning, and that my wife and daughter had gotten caught in an explosion, and ... (Snape sniffs) well, Potter, they were killed. Poor Anna, she tried so hard to help me!" "Anna, was your wife sir?" "Yes. Afterwards I figured out that it had to have been Voldermort. I assume he wanted to use my anger and hate to turn me into a perfect death eater, but I didn't. No, I turned on him instead."
Harry stood speechless, "I, I'm sorry sir." Harry had never seen this side of Snape before, he had lost his family too!? "Why did you tell me this Sir?" Snape didn't answer for a few minutes, "Because Potter, as I said before, Dumbledore has asked me to do him a favor. I needed to prove to you somehow that I was on your side. Did I atleast do that?"
Harry nodded. "Good, you see Potter, Voldermort taught me many things, many Dark Arts things. The one I'm the most proud of is the ability to read minds." Harry was confused again. "He taught me how to find things in people, especially the unconconscious, he wanted it to black mail people, and he chose me as his apprentince. I still am one of the best mind readers in the wizarding world today."
"Sir, what does all this have to do with me?" "Dumbledore and I have been talking and we think that you, are one of the few wizards who can defeat Voldermort." Harry stood stunned, was that a compliment?? "I say that, because you've done it before. There's something inside you Potter, memories of that night, the way you killed him, memories being protected from your conscious thoughts. Dumbledore wants me, to find those memories. He wants me to perform a mind search on you." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing, Snape read his mind?? "The only problem is that it takes trust Potter. That's something neither of us have for one another, but I hoped by telling you my deepest, darkest secret, the one thing that moves my cold heart, that maybe, just maybe you would be willing enough to open up to me."
Harry stood speechless, "You want to read my mind, sir?" "Yes," Snape looked deep into Harry's eyes, "I, we, want to know what secret you are hiding in there," he pointed to Harry's head and paused before he said the next word, "Harry." Harry couldn't believe Snape would be so nice, it had to be a trick. I mean, he even called him by his first name! "I would have to ask Dumbledore first..." "So , you still don't get it, do you! Well, maybe it's better that way." He stood up and walked back around his desk.
"Sir, it's not that I don't believe your story, and I'm really sorry for what happened, it's just that a lot of things have been going on and.." Snape looked up, more angry than ever before, "And you think, I care enough to see them while I'm in your head. Well, your wrong, Potter." After a pause, Snape looked like his normal, evil self again. "I don't care what's in there. I am looking for one, thing, " he stood up over Harry, "and one thing only. I am extremely good at finding what I want, that's why I am the best. But if it will ..make u feel better, go talk to Dumbledore, but I want an answer by this afternoon!" "Sure," Harry said, and bolted out the door of the dungeoens. There was someone else he had to talk to before he saw Dumbledore.
Harry ran up the stairs to the hospital wing, where he found Hermione sitting up, hugging her knees. She looked as if she was in deep thought. "Hermione, your still here!" Hermione looked up and smiled, "Harry!" He walked over to her, but he didn't really know what to do, should he hug her, or kiss her on the cheek? He thought it better to just sit down. "Harry, is something wrong, you look upset." Harry decided to tell her everything. "So let me get this straight. Snape can read minds, and he wants to read yours?"
"Yes" Harry sighed. "You know I've read some things about that, but it involves soooo much dark magic I didn't want to even try! Those people who do know that kind of power, well, I've read that they've gone crazy Harry! I mean after a person has let them into their mind, all the mind reader has to do, is look into their eyes and see everything they're thinking!" Harry was caught off guard, "WHAT!" Hermione nodded. "But Harry, why did you want to tell me?"
"Well," Harry answered, "I was afraid he might find out about us. You're all that's been on my mind the last few days." Harry blushed, so did Hermione. "Well, from what I know, mind readers can advance to such levels that they can search in a matter of seconds! If Snape's as good as he says, he's not going to be paying attentnion to that stuff! Besides, you can always black mail, him. Threaten to tell the whole school about his past!" Harry smiled, "Your always a step ahead! That's what I love about you, Hermione." Harry stopped, oops, shouldn't a said that! Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry," Harry said. He stood up, "Thanks, Hermione." She smiled and he kissed her forhead. And with that he headed back toward the dungeon.
Harry walked back to the dungoens, but instead of knocking at Snape's office door, he decided to wait a minute and sat on the floor to calm down. As he did such, he heard a voice, "Scared Harry?" Harry looked up to see Dumbledore, who was starting to sit down beside him. "Sir, I didn't see you there, sorry!" "Oh, that's fine, I'm sort of quiet." There was a long pause as the two sat there beside on another on the cold, dark floor. "So, I understand you are somewhat apprenesive of Professor Snape?" Dumbldore asked. "I just, the more I think about it Si,r the more I don't want to do this."
"Oh, Harry, I understand. You see I want Prof. Snape to do this because I think you ARE ready." Harry looked surprised. "Why do you think I never asked him to do this before!" he laughed, "No, you are a very mature young man, Harry, and this is very important information. But I only want you to do this if you think you can." Harry paused, "I think I am ready sir, just a little scared I geuss." Dumbledore looked deep into his eyes, "Are you sure? " Harry nodded. "I believe that Prof. Snape is a good man, Harry. I only hope that the two of you can set aside your differences long enough to do this for me." Harry nodded, "I understand sir, but Snape said I had to trust him."
"Well, you have to atleast be willing to let him see what's in your mind," he laughed again, "Trust is much longer down the line, I do believe!" "Well, then sir, I guess I am ready." Harry seemed to actually be feeling good about this for the first time. The two stood up, "Now, I want you to understand something Harry. Whatever else Prof. Snape may find hidden in your head, he will not tell anyone besides me." Harry felt better about that, he really didn't want to ask. And with that Dumbledore walked off. Harry knocked on Snape's door. He heard a loud, deep voice answer, "Come in Potter."
Harry slowly opened the door to find Snape sitting behind his desk with his eyes closed and his hand together as if meditating. "I'm ready sir." Snape opened his eyes to look at Harry. "I just have one more question." "Yes?" Snape looked annoyed. "I heard somewhere that once a mind reader reads someone's mind, it only take a stare at some other point and time for them to be able to read that person's thoughts." Snape sighed as he stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, "It depends Potter. It depends on whether the two people are staring at each other long enough and intensly enough, but more than that, as I said before it has a lot to do with trust."
Harry looked confused again. Snape noticed, sat down on his desk, and continued, "Take for instance, two friends. Two people who know each other well, who are open and honest and one reads the others mind. Then yes, it would be very easy to look at them and read their thoughts at anytime. And yes, it would be very troublesome. However, for two people like us who are so unwilling to do this in the first place, well, it would take way to much effort on both our parts! And besides, I don't like staring at you anymore than you do at me. I highly doubt it will be a problem." Harry seemed happy with that, "Ok." Another sigh as he folded his arms across his chest, "So are you finally ready now?" "Yes" Harry replied.
"Good. Now what I need you to do is close your eyes." Harry hesitated. "Dooo IT." So, Harry closed his eyes. "Now, I need you to think of a happy thought. Some memory, or a conversation or something you own you like, I don't care. Just something you don't mind me knowing about. Tell me when you have it." "There goes Hermione!" Harry thought. So he decided to focus on Quiditch since it was something he knew that Snape knew he liked, "Got it." "Good. Now, I need you to go into that thought and focus. Think about every single, percise detail in that thought. Think of the shapes, the colors, the smells, the people if there are any. Think of anything and everything involved in that idea." "K" Harry answered. "Now when I say to, I want you to open your eyes slowly as possible and look straight into mine. Don't blink until I say to."
And with that Snape unfolded his arms and put his hands on his head. He closed his eyes and slowly lifted his head toward the ceiling. After a few minutes of concentration, he slowly lowered his head back to the original postion, grabbed his desk with his hands, leaned forward, "Ready...now." The two of them slowly and steadily opened their eyes toward one another (Imagine the camera shot of this! side angle of them simintaneously(?) opening their eyes).
Harry felt Snape's cold eyes intensley staring at him. He tried not to think about it, he thought only of that first game of quiditch. He felt a small twich in his head as he watched the light bounce off of Snape's dark eyes, but concentrated on the Quiditch. After a few minutes, he didn't see Snape's stare. He thought of every move he had made, as if he was flying again. He tried to skip the part about Snape saving him though. And then he was diving, diving for the snitch, he felt himself reaching for it, reaching, and then falling onto the ground. That weird feeling in his mouth, then spitting it into his hands. And then there was the crowd, the crowd was screaming and cheering! He felt the adreniline and the warmth in his heart, he felt his hand holding the snitch, and then he heard a voice, "hum.. Quiditch I should have known." He came too and saw Snape leaning back onto the desk. "U can blink now."
Harry blinked and shook his head, it all felt strange. "Interesting Potter, very interesting," Snape snickered. "Sir, is it over?" "Yes Potter, it is over and you may have a slight headache for a while, but it will go away." With that Snape stood up, walked around to the back of his desk and sat down. Harry watched as he pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing. He looked up at Harry after a few mminutes, "Your still here?" he asked with a curve in his lip.(hehe "up to something")"Well, aren't u going to tell me what you saw!" Snape sighed and looked very annoyed(as always) "Look, Potter, I have to discuss what I saw with Dumbledore, if we feel anything is significant then you will know."
Harry felt a sudden rage run throughout his body. "Exucse me SIR," he stood up so that Snape would have to look up to him, "But I beleive I have a right to know." Snape stared back at him with his head tilted to one side, "Look Potter, I will only say this once and then I want you to leave. Somethings are better left to the unconscious." Harry didn't understand, "What?"
Snape sighed and rolled his eyes, "Do you ever wonder why you even have a subconcious? It's because there are some memories that are so strong, so powerful, we cannot get them out of our heads, so our minds create a space for them and hides them from the rest of our..more... joyoius memories. Even if we were to remember them, some of them would be so over powering that our bodies wouldn't be able to handle them. Many mind readers have made people go insane from what they have found, I cannot do that to you Potter." Harry stood quietly, "So, there IS something there isn't there." Snape nodded. Harry looked away for a minute to think and then turned to walk out. Before he got to the door, he turned to Snape and said, "Thank you."
Harry left the dungeon, but it was late , so he went to the Common room, where he found Hermione talking to Ron of all people! "Hermione, you're out of the hospital?" Harry asked. She looked up at him and smiled, "Yeah, she let me go early." Ron looked oddly at Harry, "So, how was it, having your mind read?" Harry stared blankly at him. "Hermione u told HIM!" "I had to Harry, it's all I could think about!" "So?" Ron asked, "How was it having that twit(hehe *sheriff*) in ur head??" Harry walked over to them and began explaining it all. Hermione asked a thousand and one questions as Harry told them everything he remembered. Afterwards, he felt incredibly tired and went to bed early. He had dreams of drinking wine and eating cake, but he couldn't figure out why!(yet another BAAM joke)