Title: L' Estate di Suicidio
Author: Clynn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: See part one
Author's Notes: I'm so, so sorry this took so long, and that its so short. I was sick, and I actually managed to convince myself that I worked in a chocolate factory run by Voldemort. Gotta love those crazy fever induced hallucinations, I tell ya... Anyway, updates should get more consistent after this, since I'm feeling MUCH better. I love everyone who already reviewed, and everyone who didn't, do so now!
"Let me talk to him, Albus. Please, just let me try... No, I don't think he'll open up to me, but I don't think he'll be terrified of me... I've been where he is, and I think I understand what he needs. You saved me, Albus, just let me try with him." I sit up and reach for my glasses. More people talking about me, fabulous. At least my mind is my own again, I don't have that empty, echoing feeling in my head anymore. Looking around me, I think it is early afternoon. I assume I have been sleeping for a few hours. The voices in the hall stop briefly, and I begin to work out who they might be. One is Dumbledore, of that much I am certain. The second... Snape? Wanting to talk to me? Not a chance...
"Harry? Harry, I know you are awake." I turn and look at Snape, not bothering to hide my disgust.
"And why, Professor Snape, would you give a damn? And since when is it Harry? I rather thought you didn't know I had any name other than Potter." My voice is cold, and I am vaguely satisfied with the result. Snape certainly won't stick around very long if I keep insulting him like this. The man hates me, and I'm pretty sure he is only here to mock me anyway.
"I'll ignore your tone of voice, Mr. Potter, as well as your belligerence. I came here to offer you my assistance, because I know damn well that you need it. I know your tricks, boy, and you aren't going to scare me off with your juvenile insults. I've been there, Harry, and I'm not going to let you ruin your life." I snort in disbelief.
"If you know me so well, Snape, then why did you and the headmaster feel the need to use some potion form of imperius on me? You could have just asked your master you know. Old Voldemort and you go way back, I hear. Gonna trick me into trusting you and then cart me off to him so that you can be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams or some other such bullshit? You disgust me, Snape. I've never understood why Dumbledore trusts you so much. The man must be blind not to see you for the scum you are." My voice is seething with anger and hatred, and I feel a slight twinge of remorse. I know better than to really think this of Snape, but I want him to leave me alone. I want them all to leave me alone.
"First of all, Harry, I had nothing to do with Albus' decision to use my potion on you. Madame Pomfrey had some in her stores, and she suggested it to the headmaster. It was never intended for use on a student, and I'm sorry that you were exposed to it. As for the rest- you know better, Mr. Potter. I'm quite certain that you know where my loyalties lie, and though we may not care much for each other, we remain on the same side. I am going to leave for a bit, but rest assured this is not over, Potter. I will be back. Don't doubt it, boy, we will get through this, regardless of what you throw at me."
