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Harry had just made it into the class when the clock hit eight. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Snape looked at Harry form his desk and pointed him to stand in the middle of the class, as he stood. No formal greeting were given as they would have been if it were anyone else teaching him.
Harry silently took his place and took out his wand, then looked at Snape for further directions, if Snape was felling nice enough to give further directions that is. Harry was starting to get that felling of helplessness taking over his body. If Occlumency was not bad enough last year with what he had to hide, this year was going to be horrifying, he thought of the prophecy and his nightmare and the reaction he had that morning to the nightmare. If Snape saw that, there was no way he would be able to avoid his snide remarks and questions.
Snape pointed his wand at Harry. "Legi…"
"Hold on a second, sir!" Harry said urgently stepping out of the line of fire. Snap looked at Harry with impatience and malice.
"What is it, Potter?"
Harry heated that look, but forced the word that were coming from his mouth to be polite. "I'm really going to try to do this right this year, Professor now that I know why I need to learn Occlumency. In order to do that I need you to do your part as well, and teach me what it is I'm supposed to do to block out my mind to others." Snape was looking at Harry with a confused and surprised look. That was not the look he had been expecting. "So what I'm suggesting is this, just for these meetings I'll pretend I half like and can stand you and you do the same. Think you have enough imagination for that, sir?"
Snape smirked but it was not very ominous looking. "It's a stretch, but I must say I'm impressed."
Harry was confused. "Sorry, sir?"
"Last year you were an unbearable, winy, child. Though I still don't like you, you have started to act like and adult by controlling that nasty temper you have and accepting thing you don't like…" Snape thought for a moment. "Very well then, Mr. Potter. One way, the simplest, and effective way for some is to build a wall of sorts around your mind."
"And I do this how, sir?"
"First you have to learn to control your thoughts enough under the spell. Once you can do that you focus on one thing, making it impossible for the other to dig any further into your mind, thus causing a wall between the two of you. For example, Dumbledore thinks of wool socks, why I don't know."
Harry thought back to first year when Dumbledore told him that the one thing he wanted most for Christmas was a pair of wool socks. At the time he had thought he was joking. "Sir if you don't mind me asking…" Harry waited a second to see if Snape was going to interrupt him, but he didn't. "What do you think of?"
Snape seemed to contemplate weather he was going to answer the question but finally answered. "I think of music, ready to begin?"
"Yes," Harry answered, though he wasn't so sure he was.
"Good. Legilimens."
Harry saw the Dementors closing in on Hermione, Sirius, and himself and heard his mother screaming… He saw the feud with his Uncle… The doors to the ministry of magic… he was back in the grave yard and Voldemort stood before him. "You've been taught to duel Harry Potter? We bow to each other, Harry." Voldemort gave a small bow, Harry did not return the gesture. "Come, the niceties must be observed… Dumbledore would like you to show manners… Bow to death, Harry."
With that memory crossing his mind he had been able to focus just enough to think of his friend and think of his will to survive, and a simple and strong phrase came to mind, "Hell no!"
He pictured himself disappearing away from it all.
Harry came back to the dungeon, and felt the cold floor underneath him. When he tried to open his eyes he felt a wave of queasiness come over him and closed them tight. His scare was burning like fire. After waiting a few more seconds he finally opened his eyes half way and saw Snape picking himself up off the floor and walked over to where Harry was laying on the floor. Harry was almost afraid to move in fear of being sick, but not wanting to look weak in front of Snape he slowly picked himself up into a sitting position. Snape was looking at Harry with a look of amusement. Harry rubbed his scare and growled, "What do you find so amusing, sir?"
"I always knew you were stubborn like you father, but in your case it's what is going to save your hide and keep you alive. I find it amusing that your strong will to live is your main focus, your friends being the other part of your focus. Now, if we can combined the two feelings into one thing we will have an effective wall for you Mr. Potter. Next time we meet I want you to have thought of something that you can use combining those two things that you can use to block off you mind, and clear your mind before you go to sleep. You can go," Snape turned an walked to the back of the room to his office.
Harry slowly picked himself up off of the floor and left the room as fast as he could.