(A/N/: hello again. Thank you for telling me how to spell Severus. And
anything else I have messed up on. Well, here is part two. And thanks again
people for R&R. Please R&R this one. ( ( Thanks once again. Now for the
story.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or anyone from the book. J.K.R. does. And I am just a poor high school teenager, with no money, and I will put the people back once I am done.
In Need of help: (Part two: will Harry get help now?)
A few weeks past, but Severus says nothing to Harry. He doesn't even yell at him, or tell him, in front of the whole class, with Draco, and the rest of the Slytherins laughing at Harry, what he has done wrong with his potion. Harry is told to stay after Potions one day. Ron and Hermione don't even stop to ask if Harry wants them to wait for him. They just walk off, talking to each other, like Harry wasn't even in the same room as they are.
Harry says nothing, but heavies a deep sighs and walks towards Prof. Snape's desk.
"Yes sir? You wanted to see me?"
"Let me see your wrists, Potter!"
"No!!" Harry says slipping his hands into his pockets.
"One more time Potter. Let me see your wrists!!"
Harry shows Prof. Snape his beat up, cut up, and scared up wrists.
"Why Harry?" Severus asks, looking over the marks.
"Why what?" Harry asks, not looking at the potions master in the eye.
"You know what I am talking about, Harry."
"Fine sir." Harry mutters.
"Now; why do you do this, to your self? I see," Severus, says, looking at the cuts on our hero's wrists, "you are cutting deeper already." Severus lets go of Harry wrists and hangs his head. "One day, Harry. You will cut to deep, in the wrong place. And then what? Is that what you want? Is it, Potter?"
"I have to go to my next class, sir." Harry says, picking up his book bag and walking out of the classroom.
Severus stops him.
"You are only 15, Potter. Why do you want to do this to yourself? And if you say because of pain, you know nothing of pain."
"Sir!" Harry says, not meaning to yell it, but ends up yelling it, "You know nothing of my life, with the muggles is like. I am pretty much a." Harry, again, stops himself from telling the truth.
"You don't need to go to your next class. Stay here Potter. I'll be right back." Severus says walking off, knowing what Harry has for his next class.
Severus walks into History of Magic and looks at Prof. Binns.
"Prof. Binns. I need to tell you that Mr. Potter won't be in your class today. He isn't felling all to well."
"Very well Prof. Snape." Prof. Binns says, in his voice that makes anyone want to sleep.
Snape looks around the classroom, real quick, and sees that ¾ of the class is either already asleep or falling asleep. He walks off laughing to himself, remembering when he was a student going to Hogwarts, as well. But then he remembered his one true love Lily Evens. He gets back to the Potions classroom, and Harry is still sitting there, but now in the back.
"Why did you do that, Prof. Snape?"
"I know you need to talk. So talk." Severus says, kicking the door shut.
(A/N/: sorry. But that's all for now. I'm out of ideas. Well hope you like it. Bye for now. Remember R&R. thanks.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or anyone from the book. J.K.R. does. And I am just a poor high school teenager, with no money, and I will put the people back once I am done.
In Need of help: (Part two: will Harry get help now?)
A few weeks past, but Severus says nothing to Harry. He doesn't even yell at him, or tell him, in front of the whole class, with Draco, and the rest of the Slytherins laughing at Harry, what he has done wrong with his potion. Harry is told to stay after Potions one day. Ron and Hermione don't even stop to ask if Harry wants them to wait for him. They just walk off, talking to each other, like Harry wasn't even in the same room as they are.
Harry says nothing, but heavies a deep sighs and walks towards Prof. Snape's desk.
"Yes sir? You wanted to see me?"
"Let me see your wrists, Potter!"
"No!!" Harry says slipping his hands into his pockets.
"One more time Potter. Let me see your wrists!!"
Harry shows Prof. Snape his beat up, cut up, and scared up wrists.
"Why Harry?" Severus asks, looking over the marks.
"Why what?" Harry asks, not looking at the potions master in the eye.
"You know what I am talking about, Harry."
"Fine sir." Harry mutters.
"Now; why do you do this, to your self? I see," Severus, says, looking at the cuts on our hero's wrists, "you are cutting deeper already." Severus lets go of Harry wrists and hangs his head. "One day, Harry. You will cut to deep, in the wrong place. And then what? Is that what you want? Is it, Potter?"
"I have to go to my next class, sir." Harry says, picking up his book bag and walking out of the classroom.
Severus stops him.
"You are only 15, Potter. Why do you want to do this to yourself? And if you say because of pain, you know nothing of pain."
"Sir!" Harry says, not meaning to yell it, but ends up yelling it, "You know nothing of my life, with the muggles is like. I am pretty much a." Harry, again, stops himself from telling the truth.
"You don't need to go to your next class. Stay here Potter. I'll be right back." Severus says walking off, knowing what Harry has for his next class.
Severus walks into History of Magic and looks at Prof. Binns.
"Prof. Binns. I need to tell you that Mr. Potter won't be in your class today. He isn't felling all to well."
"Very well Prof. Snape." Prof. Binns says, in his voice that makes anyone want to sleep.
Snape looks around the classroom, real quick, and sees that ¾ of the class is either already asleep or falling asleep. He walks off laughing to himself, remembering when he was a student going to Hogwarts, as well. But then he remembered his one true love Lily Evens. He gets back to the Potions classroom, and Harry is still sitting there, but now in the back.
"Why did you do that, Prof. Snape?"
"I know you need to talk. So talk." Severus says, kicking the door shut.
(A/N/: sorry. But that's all for now. I'm out of ideas. Well hope you like it. Bye for now. Remember R&R. thanks.)