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Truth Serum

Harry woke the next morning he got up stretched, showered and trudged down to the great hall for breakfast. As he scooped some bacon on his plate he felt a prickling on the back of his neck as if someone was watching him. He looked up from his scrambled eggs and around the great hall and found a pair of onyx eyes looking away from him, as the gaze roamed towards him they locked eyes for what seemed like a millisecond. He quickly shook the feeling off and continued to eat his breakfast. He felt paranoid throughout the rest of his meal and continually kept glancing towards the staff table at a particular Potions Master just to make sure he wasn't looking at him. He studied Snape's oily hair witch was glistening from the glow of the candles, and the morning sunlight. Harry looked at his Professor's hair more closely, and realized it was so shiny that it appeared to always be greasy.

After Harry ate a decent amount of his meal, he made his way down to the dungeons for potions class. In class they were instructed to make a new potion that was listed on the blackboard. The potion was a truth serum or as it was often called, The 5-Questions Potion. Just as Harry was finishing, Professor Snape came from the front of the room and stopped at Harry's workstation. With his trademark sneer, Professor Snape decided to embarrass the young Gryffindor. Harry looked down at his potion and frowned, what was supposed to be an acid green colored potion was now an olive green color. 'Close enough but not good enough Potter,' Harry thought.

"Potter, what is this?" Professor Snape asked his voice dripping with venom.

"Um its truth serum Sir," Harry answered truthfully.

Professor Snape raised his eyebrow, "Really Potter? Well let's test it out shall we? Hmm whom shall I choose to test Mr. Potter's supposed truth serum on?" Professor Snape asked with fake sincerity. "I know I'll choose Potter." The Slytherins snickered loudly as Professor Snape grabbed the ladle and dipped it into Harry's cauldron. Professor Snape pulled out a ladle full and gave it to Harry to test. Harry drank it without hesitating, because he knew that the potion was close enough, and he would not get a zero this time. Professor Snape looked at Harry to see if he was under the influence. He then took no time after that and began to question the young Gryffindor with the first question that came to his mind.

"What do you think of Hogwarts School, Potter?"

"It's the best school I've ever been to Sir," Harry answered in a monotone voice.

"Next question, do you enjoy being the savior of our wizarding world?"

"No Sir," Harry answered bluntly. The professor smirked

"Ok, what is your favorite subject at school?"

"Potions sometimes but I really like Transfiguration," Malfoy laughed out loud at this.

"Ok, Potter, do you enjoy having all the girls in the school throwing themselves at you?"

"No I do not."

"And why not?" Harry paused as if thinking but really he was trying to find a way to avoid or overlook the question. There was no way around it so reluctantly he answered.

"I don't mind because I'm not interested in girls." The class erupted in laughter, everyone including his fellow Griffindor were laughing and pointing at him. Ron and Hermione just turned away and said nothing. Harry shook himself out of his daze like coma, and looked at the class. Malfoy got up from the ground where he had fallen from laughing, and looked at Potter with an amused face.

"So Potter, who would have thought that the The-Boy-who-lived was gay?" Harry looked with shocked disbelief towards Professor Snape then back to Malfoy. Immediately tears sprang to Harry's eyes as he looked again at Snape who had turned away to avoid Harry's gaze. Harry's rage began to swell inside him. All of the jars filled with potions around the room started bursting on their shelves. His magic was out of control and he shattered all the glass with one evil glare.

"How could you?" Harry asked quietly. Then his rage flared again as he saw Malfoy trying to hide a smirk. Harry was shaking trying his best to hold back his anger. Then it burst and he continued," YOU SNIVELING SLIMY BASTARD YOU! MUST YOU RUIN EVERY PART OF MY LIFE? YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, LETS ALL RUIN LITTLE HARRY'S OH SO FUCKING PERFECT LIFE! I HATE YOU! ITS NOT MY FUCKING GOD DAMN FAULT THAT YOU HATE ME, OK?!?. I AM NOT MY FATHER, BUT YOU CAN'T SEE ME, ALL YOU SEE IS HIM. SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!!!!!!!" Harry had calmed down quite a bit after saying this but he was still furious, in one fluid motion that Dumbledore would be proud of, Harry aimed his Holly and Phoenix feather wand at his Potions Master.

"Now, now Mr. Potter don't do anything you will regret." Professor Snape said his voice showing a touch of sorrow. Snape thought 'what was his reasons for always making this student's life so miserable.' "I didn't mean any harm Harry," Harry smiled a shaky smile. He could almost hear the fear retching off his Professor's voice, as he tried to calm Harry down. Harry knew perfectly well how powerful some of his simplest spells could be. Snape had every right to be intimidated and frightened by this 17-year-old. Harry lost his smile in a flash; tears clouding Harry's vision still leaking down his cheeks that were also flushed with embarrassment. 'No one and I mean No one was supposed to know I'm gay' he thought bitterly Harry looked behind him at the students as they hid behind their desks. Most of the class was cowering in the left corner, (including Malfoy) which gave Harry a clear path to the door. Harry fled as fast as he could not giving the class a second glace. Trudging up from the dungeon stairs, he ran out the main entrance doors and sprinted to the edge of the Lake. Harry twiddled his wand in his right hand and decided to do some animagus practice to get his mind off his anger. He thought the incantation in his mind like he was supposed to, and felt his body changing. Then within minutes his first transformation was complete. Where minutes ago stood a 6'3 tall Harry, there was now a 2'5 black bird. Harry experimentally extended his great wings and noticed they were long and silky looking. Just like a certain Professor's hair. Harry mentally slapped him self for thinking such thoughts, especially after what had just happened in class. 'Well I might as well try to fly, at least I'll be doing myself a favor.' He explained to himself in his thought. He beat his wings rhythmically and soon felt himself rising off the ground. 'Wow this is bloody amazing!' he thought wildly. He flew over the forbidden forest then back to the other side of the lake, as the night hastily approached. Harry reared down to land on the bank by the lake when something caught his eye. A black shadow was quickly approaching the lake. He dove down and landed in a tree next to the lake. Professor Snape sat down on the rock closest to the bank muttering to himself. Harry strained to listen and heard some of what he was saying.

"…Stupid me…" and " why me". Clearly Snape was talking about him. "…. He hates me…. deserved….me." Harry felt bad for his teacher, clearly he shouldn't have said everything he had. Harry flapped his wings barely making a sound and landed on the sad Potions Professor shoulder.

Severus nearly shit in his pants; he was startled when a bird landed on his shoulder. He looked up and nearly jumped for joy. A Black Phoenix was on his shoulder. One of the most endangered and rare birds, even more so than the Ice Phoenix and it was on HIS shoulder. Severus slowly reached his hand up and stroked the bird's head; petting as gently as he could it was so beautiful. Severus looked at the Phoenix and smiled. Emerald? Severus frowned thinking, and then suddenly it occurred to him that Harry's eyes were emerald. Severus sighed he didn't mean for Harry to hate him.

The Black Phoenix's soft feathers were like silk he couldn't stop touching them. Meanwhile, Harry was enjoying this very much; the feel of hands on his feathered head was intoxicating. Harry leaned into the touch and fell into a dream like state. When Severus tried to place him on his lap, instead of craning his body to reach his own shoulder, Harry got scared of what he might do. When Harry was safely on the Potion Master's knee, he fell asleep. Severus hummed a sweet tune to the bird as he also fell asleep with the bird on his knee. He sighed in frustration in sleep as his dreams were filled with tear filled emerald eyes.

A/N: um yeah some people were wondering weather Harry went back to the tower that night and well um it was hard to add it so I'm telling you now…he fell asleep on Snape's knee.. um review please and tell me what u think.