I decided to continue this.

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Harry wasn't really ready. His mind had just been completely invaded, and left feeling week, but now he's supposed to push Snape out?

He didn't want Snape seeing any more of his memories, but it couldn't be helped. The first memory that appeared was on the day before he had gotten his first Hogwarts letter. Him, exiting the cupboard under the stairs, Petunia telling him to cook breakfast, Dudley yelling because he didn't get more presents than he did last year... "36... 36... But last year...last year I had 37!" Harry concentrated hard, and as he did the room became clear. Harry pointed his wand and yelled a Shielding Charm - "PROTEGO!"

It immediately dipped into Snape's Memory, Standing at a Death Eaters meeting, Voldemort holding a man under the Crustaicious Curse... (Cant Spell!) ... Harry was immediately forced out of Snape's mind. When He had come back to reality, Snape had a face that he could make out, but it was clearly hiding any emotions that the memory has brought.

Harry stammered. "I'm...I'm sorry... Professor... I-"

Snape, wishing to change the subject, not wanting Potter to know he was caught off guard again, Spoke "They kept you in a cupboard, Potter?"

Harry looked a little taken back, feeling some of his hatred come back for Snape. Not that he had stopped hating Snape...he just didn't hate him as much since he saw the pensieve. "None of your business..." Harry muttered, almost forgetting to add "......sir."

Snape narrowed his eyes, giving him a nasty look. "I'm sure it isn't. You have a powerful shielding charm, Potter. I wont ask how you learned it. But I do ask that you do not use that particular one again, You're taking the occulmency lessons... Not I."

Harry smirked.

"Now, if you're ready Potter... One... Two... Legilimes!"

Again Harry's memories clouded his mind. - "But...Snape tried to kill me!" ...Professor Quirrel spoke in a clear, not stuttering, superior way, standing in front of the Mirror. "No, it was I who tried to kill you. And I would have succeeded, if Snape hadn't been muttering his little counter-curse." (May not be an exact replica, But close...right?) ... Then, a Memory of one of Harry's D.A. (Dumbledore's Army) meetings. A group of kids, practicing "Stupefy!" ... Harry managed to push Snape out of his mind.

Snape was staring at him. Harry turned away. *Great, now he knows about my D.A. meetings..* - But Snape didn't seem concerned about the meeting.

"Potter, where did you get the Idea I was trying to kill you your first year?"

Harry was slightly surprised. "Well..." Harry shifted, uncomfortable under the hard stare of Professor Severus Snape. He turned to Snape, looking at him for a moment, then looking away. *Damn this man*. ".. Hermione did, actually. She told me while my Broomstick was trying to throw me off, she noticed you with your eyes locked on me, muttering something. She figured you were jinxing my broom, and then set fire to your cloak."

Snape nodded. *here ti comes* Harry thought, expecting a question about the meeting. Snape didn't say anything though, Harry noticed. Snape was simply observing Harry. Harry, unable to handle it any longer..

"Aren't you going to ask me about the meeting, Sir?"

"I am under strict instructions from Dumbledore that I cant punish you for any memories of rule breaking. Besides that, Potter, believe it or not, I already know about the meetings. Me, McGonagal, and Dumbledore all know, and we allow it. Dumbledore thinks its a great idea. Don't look so surprised, Potter. Don't you think teachers notice students missing, or filing into a room that doesn't naturally exist? We're not dumb. Dumbledore cast a spell near the corridor so Filch and the other professors, including Umbridge-" his lip curled, thinking of Umbridge "-don't notice. This also includes that Ms. Weasley knows, and Sirius, and Lupin. We could have found out from them." Snape, added to himself as an afterthought. *I only wish I could go down there and teach them myself. Dumbledore insists that we pretend we don't know anything.* "Anyway, continuing. Legilimes!"

Harry was struck again. It was a dream. Harry caught the snitch again, causing Gryfinndor to win. Cho was so excited she ran down from the stands and hugged Harry ... he came back to reality. Harry once again managed to push Snape from his mind, but this was more motivation. He couldn't let Snape see his dreams, too. Snape had a look on his face Harry never seen before...was it a grin?

"Motivational, isn't it, Potter? Is she your girlfriend?"

"No"

"I can't imagine the Boy-Who-Lived getting turned down." Snape taunted him. "What about that first time I dipped into your mind, Potter? She seemed to like you then.."

"Drop it."

"Don't speak to me in that way, Potter." Snape realized he hit a nerve. "Potter, I was wondering..I mean, I know Ron and Hermione are awfully close, it would explain why they're never really coupled differently. Doesn't that make you a third wheel?"

"I'd prefer it if we continued the lesson, or I could leave, Sir." Harry spoke, obviously angered. his ears were growing red, and his hands were clenched.

"No, I'm rather enjoying this conversation-"

"I don't think its yours to enjoy, Professor. My private life in no ones business."

"Oh, but it is, Potter. That's what being a celebrity gets you. Tell me, Why is it that you haven't found a special someone, yet, Potter? You are no longer a little boy. And I dare say, you'll be all alone when your dear friends mature enough to admit their feelings. You'll be left in the dark, all alone...Imagine that. The boy-who-lived, alone."

(A/N: Please take note these actions happened fairly quickly, and not slowly.)

Snape couldn't figure out why he was being so cruel. He know he could just drop it, but he got a little enjoyment out of taunting the boy. It wouldn't matter much to him anyway, Aside from a few bad memories, he was sure the boy lived a perfect life...aside from living in the cupboard...he must be poor, but then his cousin got tons of presents...not, he wasn't going to think about this now. He felt a tinge of concern though. He knew exactly what it was like to be left out. After all, even though he wasn't famous, he had the type of friends Harry had. Regulus Black, entered as a first year while Snape was in his fourth year. He joined Severus and his friend, Damien, and they became quite the trio. Snape's best friend, Damien Young (A third year at the time) Took quite a liking to the boy when Snape was in his Seventh year, and Damien & Regulus ditched him. Another reason for his hatred of Black. Regulus is Sirius's brother.

The look on Harry's face wasn't one he had thought he'd get.. Snape had been expecting that look of pure hatred, but the look on Harry's face told him Harry had been worried about ending up alone for a long time now. For some reason, Severus felt a tinge of regret. He had been feeling a lot of annoying little tinges for the boy.

Harry was also very angry, and could barely control his anger. He dropped his wand, being as smart as he is, he knew if he used it he'd get expelled. Snape noticed him drop his wand. Severus also couldn't help but notice numerous bottles practically exploding, sending the ingredients that they held falling onto the floor. Snape immediately conjured up a Shield to block Him and Harry from the flying shards of glass (from the exploding glass bottles). As soon as the explosions ended, Harry picked up his wand and ran for the door, but Snape used his wand to lock the door, preventing Harry from exiting. Harry slowly turned around and walked back to sit on a chair in front of Snape's desk. Harry didn't bother to look up and Snape's face. He felt if he did, he'd be staring death in the face. All he could hope for was that Dumbledore or McGonagall would show up. They didn't. Harry sat in silence, staring at his hands. He was shaking. Snape was using magic to restore the broken shards back into jars and clean up the mess some liquid ingredients left on the floor. When he finished, he took a seat at his desk, his eyes on Harry.

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Excuse the typos.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter chars and non of this is used for profit, etc. Come on, you know I'm just having fun with it! ITS FANFICTION!

Anyway, I decided to continue it. This wont turn into begin a slash. I mean it shouldn't. I just want Harry and Severus to be friends. Normal, I-dont-want-to-sex-you-up, type of friends.