A/N: Wow thank you guys for the reviews I love them, and thank you guys for the support. I'm sorry that this took a while to get out, but I was trying to fix and edit it. There might be still some mistakes, so you can't say I warned you, well happy reading.

Chapter Two: The Actual Life of the Boy-Who-Lived

As Severus Snaped walked down to his dungeons, after making another round for students out of bed, he had opened the book and looked scanning the pages. The pages were full of doodles and writings of multiple things, somewhere good, and some were not. Everything seemed so dark with what the book held. Pictures and notes of many of things done in what seemed to be dried blood and very fine dark ink. Seemed pressed enough to ensure its permanency. Severus knew that this student seemed to have a very shadowed and dark life. He read through what seemed to be a Slytherin child's mind. It was just full of hate and dark thoughts for muggles.

He looked through reading many of the little words written, as wishes and dreams, goals and success were written in. He had to temporary halt as he was in front of his dwellings; he hastily said the password as he rushed in to read more. The student's touch of life written here had caught him, making him trapped in wonder and wanting to know much more. He read to know the hurt and sorrows, and any other feelings of the student. He seemed hungered by the writing more then the visual display.

He looked through reading as he noticed he had not a clue of the person. Scanning back to the front no name was written, but five words caught his attention 'I wish I never existed' He read on as he summarized in his mind what was the entry on the page saying. The angst teen he was reading about had expressed so much anger in the writing. About the muggles he lived with and the people around him, he swore, it almost seemed like another Tom Riddle reincarnated. He hoped that who ever it might have been that wrote this would never become a dark ruler after Tom Riddle.

Severus had found this information out after a meeting with Albus. When he had returned back from a Death Eater meeting at the Riddle mansion. It had seemed that when Voldemort was asking for a de-aging potion he was blabbing about the rebirth of Tom. This caught his attention, the name Tom seemed to be significant when Voldemort was practically singing it. He knew it had some connection to Voldemort, but he wasn't quite sure. Albus had cleared it up for him, and after leaving he carried new knowledge with him.

The child had much the same things in common with Voldemort with all that he knew. The young wizard or witch was in need of help, as it seemed like it was consuming them. The deepness of hatred can make you fall into a life of insanity to kill anything in your way. As it seems the teen was holding a very good head over their shoulder considering that the secrets were kept for so long. At least two years the book had existed with numerous of entries. The anger written, but no student has ever showed any signs of this type of ability to hate anything or anyone.

Severus lingered onto other pages of how the writer's innocence was torn from him. Of how a man, the writer of these day by pieces, called a pig headed swine who wanted nothing, but pleasure from his pains. How the teen did nothing wrong, but try his best to keep himself more stable with all he had been put through. Until he fell lower then what people tell him he is, the child writing Severus could now identify as male who had been raped one night. The writing evidently showed the nervousness of that night and the weeks later on. How the teen felt as if he lost almost everything to a man with no power greater over him, and yet the man did.

Severus noted that it was getting late, and yet he still did not know the name of the child. He looked again searching for a name through the pages, but nothing really came up. He looked to the end, as he saw something he hadn't really expected. The name was scraped at the back cover of the book: 'Harry Potter, Freak Among Freaks' something then hit home. Harry Potter was the troubled child, and Severus was to blind to see that Potter, was nothing like the Potter he used to know.

He had to report this to Albus so he may have a chat with that young Gryffindor. He knew very well that if he had go and to help Harry, he'd only refuse it. He knew he couldn't do this very well right now so he had decided to wait until morning to tell the Albus. Looking back down at the book he mentally slapped himself for being so wrong. He wondered why he thought such things about Potter. He shook his head; it was because he thought he was Potter and not Harry. He now knew what he would have to do once he could sort everything out and the battle was done and over with. He read over the name, 'Harry Potter Freak Among Freaks' he then looked to the bottom that had something more lightly inscribed Jounal dei sogni.

"Jounal dei sogni?" Severus said outloud, why would Harry have that written, and what did that mean. As soon as he knew it though, something happened, Severus was suddenly takened by a flash of light and landed to somewhere he didn't expect to be in. A world so different then the one he knew, he swore that he ever could get back he'd apologies and then kill Harry.

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As Severus was at the other world, morning had dawned into the other that he had left. The cutains of night lifted away, as people had started there busy day. Hogwarts was busy running about as the students gathered to have breakfast and leave for classes. The unusual thing for the students was that there was no Severus Snape sitting at the teachers table. Some of the Slytherins had worried looks on there faces. None of them had seen him all of this morning, not even at the potions class where he usually busy prepare the first class lessons.

Harry had noticed that the teachers worry for Severus. As he seemed to get the feeling that he should be worried to. He hadn't had a dream or nightmare of Voldemort for a while, so it's possible that Voldemort might have killed Severus. It was a thought that ran through his head, he hoped, he really did hope that his thoughts weren't right and it was only his own imagination scaring him silly. Then again, where could the potion master be if he wasn't in his class? He thought on it, and decided that he probably slept late in, or finally caught a cold or something.

Hermione caught the upset look on Harry's face as she remembered that time when she figured out that Harry was falling for the potions professor. She sighed and nudged him and flashed him a smile, and mouthed so Ron wouldn't hear. "Don't worry, I think he's alright."

Harry nodded to his friends, hoping that she was right. He sighed, and decided to continue and eat his breakfast, trying to reassure himself that he would see Severus sometime today. The man did really hate him and wanted to get him expelled as soon as possible. He had been doing that for years, so most likely he will now. He glanced down staring a the food infront of him and ate his food slowly until he would be dragged to class.

He had went into his bag to check if he had everything he needed, and that everything was in there. He looked around and nothing seemed missing until he realized it. His journal was gone, it was the only thing missing. He did a double check and his face grew slightly pale. He knew that his secret would be out, he silently groaned, but not as softly as he thought.

"What's wrong 'Arry?" Ron asked still munching the food in his mouth, as Hermione hit him for not chewing then talking after.

"It's nothing, I'm just missing something out of my bag. I'm sure I'll find it later." Harry said, as he silently hoped in his mind that Malfoy or Snape got a hold of it. That would be the end of his life, and it'd be worse if anyone figured out who he was writig his affections about in that book.

"Alright, but if ya need help with finding it 'Arry, I'll help." Ron said, as he innocently smiled to Hermione, showing her that he ate before he spoke, she just rolled her eyes at him.

Harry just grinned and hoped for the best, he did have to keep his cool anyway. Harry looked up to the table again, and saw professor McGonagall come in and whisper something to the headmaster. The headmaster looked serious when he nodded as professorMcGonagall gave him something. The headmaster looked at the object as he told her something. She nodded and went off to the Gryffindor table close to where Harry was, she stopped in her tracks, as Harry's heart beat seemed to stop. Someone had found out, and his walls crashed as McGongall spoked in a very sympathetic and low voice.

"Mr. Potter, I think after your done here. You should go and see professor Dumbledor." And with that she looked at him with her eyes almost ready to cry as she walked off.

Harry just sat there still, nothing, Hermione then knew what had happened. Someone finally found out his secrets he so well kept hidden. She looked to her friend and realized that now he had to face it on his own and revealing the truth to the headmaster. Hermione then thought what could've happened, she hoped to that Harry wouldn't have to be sent to the orphange, not while he was almost eighteen. Ron just looked at him curiously, what was going on was all he thought. He'd find out sooner or later, he knew that much for sure. He wasn't all that slow to realize things or that stupid.

A/N: I hope that it was a good enough, and longer chapter, and I hoped you liked it, so don't forget to R&R. Oh and if anyone would like to be my beta, I'd be happy for you to except the position.

Signed the ever so cautious author, Lover-G