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Why Do You Bleed?

Harry woke up, his head felt like splitting in half. He forced his eyes to open and shut them a few seconds later. – Sauih – he hissed and felt her tighten around his neck. – I'm here Harry there is no need to worry, my friend. – She hissed back soothing Harry's insecurities. – Do not move – She slowly bit him, though instead of the pain and sickness he intended to feel, his head stopped hurting. – How did you do that Sauih, I thought you were venomous? – The snake shook her head in a mocking way – Oh I am but I also have healing properties, Harry do not underestimate me. – Harry smiled and opened his eyes

Harry stared at the unknown room. The floor was covered in Mahogany wood; the walls were a light green and gold. He was sitting on a big king size black bed, in a corner was a work desk and on the far side of the room stood a big wooden dresser. "Wow" Harry whispered after inspecting the room.

The memories of the previous night went flooding through his mind. His breathing became irregular and his heart beated faster. Sauih was trying to calm him by making soothing circles with her head at the back of his head but in vain. He was scared for Snape though he would never admit it. He slowly went into his pocket and found his beloved dagger waiting for him. He didn't know where he was but didn't care. It was the only thing that could calm him and help him think straight.

"Exhibeo exibeo (means to show, in Latin)" His scares slowly came into view. He placed the dagger over his left arm, where the flesh was untouched. He applied pressure on the dagger and slowly moved it across his arm. A thin trail of red followed where the dagger had just past. He repeated the action until blood was leaking down his arm. Another person must have died because of this stupid blood He thought looking at the blood exiting his body with a smile on his face. Sauih slithered to the cut and tried to make the blood stop – You will bleed to death; please make it stop – She hissed in an urgent voice.

Harry's eyes were filled with tears, he loved his only friend but death seemed so welcoming. – It would be so nice, and peaceful – He hissed back his eyes tied to the bleeding scar and the unsuccessful snake.

Severus closed the classroom door and went in the direction of his private corner. His mark was burning like mad, though how hard he tried to ignore it he couldn't anymore. He dropped to the floor his hand clutching the Dark Mark. His breathing was fast and his head was swirling. He felt a hand around his waste helping him up. He smiled at his godson and the two went to Severus' private quarter. Draco placed his godfather on the sofa before opening the door to Severus' room. What he saw made him stumble to the floor. Harry was watching his bleeding arm, while a snake was uselessly trying to stop the bleeding. He hadn't even noticed Draco's noisy entrance. "Consto Cruentatus (means stop blood in Latin)" Draco yelled his wand pointing to Harry's arm.

Harry's head jerked up and he glared at Draco. "Go away" Harry said roughly. His weak hand dropped the bloody dagger to the floor and his head started to turn. They glared at each other for a while before a deafening scream broke their glare. "What was that!" asked Harry in a slightly frightened tone.

"Severus, spy, dark Mark" Draco answered in one breath before leaving the room. Harry's face lit up at the mention of his ALIVE potion master but fell again when he heard his scream. He slowly dragged himself to the other room. Draco was holding onto his godfather so he couldn't rip his skin off. He felt a tingle in his scar that gave him an idea.

He reached the potion master and pulled up his sleeve. The Dark Mark was bleeding but Harry was used to seeing blood. He placed a finger in the middle of the Dark Mark and felt his whole body burn. Severus' pain had been transferred to him and he was slowly pushing it back to where it had come from, Voldemort. The Dark Mark on Severus' arm started to faint, while the pain grew in Harry's body. After what seemed like an eternity the Dark Mark disappeared and Harry fell to the floor unconscious from energy and blood loss.

Draco cradled the limp body into his arm. The urge to comfort him was intoxicating. He rocked the body back and forth whispering comforting words in his ear. After a while Draco looked up at his confused godfather. "It's him" He turned his head to Harry and asked in a hushed tone "Why do you bleed?"

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Sorry this chapter is short but I wanted to end it up there. The next chapter will have many confrontations, thanks from Snape!!!! And some rising feelings from two old nemesis!!