I apologize to all of my readers for not updating sooner! School has been it's usual crappy self and I'm trying to work out this whole horse-buying situation... I'm buying a horse... And attempting good grades. I also get sick more than anyone else I know ('cept Jin, she's sick all the time o.o') so I've been trying to deal with that too... -tsk tsk- Busy, busy! Sorry! And much love to you all for taking your free time to read this! And more love to all who reviewed it! –full of love-
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WARNING: SNARRY IS ENTERING IN THIS CHAPTER. HOPEFULLY. LOL.
Last paragraph from previous chapter:
"Good. I'll be in my study if you need me –and you won't. So don't disturb me." And with that the man left down the hall, robes billowing behind him, leaving a young boy in the hall in fits of laughter.
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1:30 am, the next morning...
Harry was tossing in turning, wrapped up in the burgundy duvet and in a cold sweat. He was currently trapped in a nightmare... A very realistic nightmare...
"Everyone you love is dying. No one can survive around the famous Harry Potter, so whose fault is it, Harry? Why do you think your Godfather died, Harry? What about your parents?" A snakelike voice, a horrible hissing laughter laced with poison and evil...
"Because you killed them, you evil bastard!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, angry tears burning his eyes.
"Was it because they knew you? No one can be happy around Harry Potter... How can one person cause so much pain? I'm doing a everyone a favor," A long slick wand, matching Harry's own, "Goodbye, son of James..."
(a/n: Voldie originally wanted to kill JAMES and his family, right? ... So he would be pissed at James and not being able to finish what he wanted to do... tell me if this is stupid. I'm sorry if it is. 'Twas just a thought!)
"No!" Harry screamed as he woke with a start. He was shaking and his hands clutched at his sides, trying to make himself feel better... to calm himself down. He rocked gently back and forth and jumped as his door was slammed open and Snape walked in, clad in a black night-robe. Harry realized that he forgot to put up a silence charm before he went to sleep.
"What's going on?" Snape's ebony eyes were wide with surprise and something that looked almost like fear, "Are you hurt?" he asked the motionless figure on the bed, who slowly shook his head.
"No Sir, just a nightmare. I'm sorry, I forgot to put up a..."
"Silencing charm?" Snape finished for him, "Don't use them. Not while you stay with me, at least. If your dreams get really bad I need to know so I can help."
"Oh. OK. I'm sorry for waking you up," He was shaking all over still and had to bite his lip until he recognized the metallic taste of blood to keep from crying. He was convinced he wouldn't cry in front of this man. He was stronger than that.
Harry craned his neck up as the man walked closer and stood in front of him, "You don't need to hide from me. I still think you're an insolent and spoiled brat, but I don't want you to block up your emotions either," Harry almost thought that this was sweet until he realized it was probably because of the Occlumency... Clear your mind and all that crap.
"So you don't want me emotionally constipated?" Harry couldn't help himself, he let out a completely Slytherin smirk, but in an instant it was gone and his jaw mad a delightful clink as it hit the floor... Snape was smiling at him. Actually smiling!! Harry closed his mouth and squinted his eyes... Maybe it was just the lighting...
"Yeah, something like that," Snape said, still smiling. Harry had to wonder when the last time the man smiled was... And why his face hadn't made a creaking noise or cracked when he did. But Harry had to admit, the man wasn't so bad looking when he smiled. Like a cute little puppy... A cute puppy with a hooked nose and greasy hair.
Snape raised that famous eyebrow again and Harry realized he was staring, smiling sheepishly. Snape found his thoughts wandering off... 'What's wrong with him? First with the smirking, then staring, then sheepish smiling! Oooo... Is that a blush? How delightful...' Snape abruptly stopped his deviant thoughts to stare at Potter, "What was the dream about?" While he thought, 'That's right, change the subject.'
"Same old... Voldemort about to kill me and talking about my parents and Sirius..." The boy trailed off, noticing the sneer that was apparent on Snape's face at the mention of his animigus Godfather. Harry nibbled at his lip again.
Snape looked down at Harry, noticing his recent habit and that he was bleeding, "Stop it."
Harry looked up at him, confused, "Stop what?"
"Biting yourself. You're making it bleed," Snape gesture a hand toward Harry's abused lip.
"Oh... I didn't know you cared," Harry got that evil smirk again.
"I can still dock points from Gryffindor, you know," Snape said with a matching smirk. (a/n: wh00t! a smirk contest!)
"Something tells me that we're not going to have any points left by the time school starts," Harry said, grinning now.
"Nah, you'll have a couple. Not unless you do something really bad," Snape said, halfway grinning himself.
Harry snorted. LOUDLY.
NOW Snape was smiling... At Harry's expense, no less. Snape didn't know that his words had instantly aroused the teen. That, and the fighting... Their spats had always done something to Harry, who hated to admit it himself. He was still halfway in denial. He realized that he would like nothing more than do something bad to his Professor.
Snape glanced casually down at the boy's pajama bottoms to find that they were slightly tented. His vision snapped back up instantly to a face that was blushing an unhealthy shade of crimson. 'What to do, what to do...'
