!$!$! Whoa...when I woke up this morning I had all kinds of reviews! Thanks! Okay, to answer your questions... Snape didn't realize what he had done, because he's Snape... he's cold-hearted and he was only thing about himself... but that will change! I got the idea of Harry being blind from "Canon in D" the story that inspired me to write this. The romance... I'm not exactly sure when I want that to start. The story has to progress first. There are a lot of hidden plots in here, that I haven't even begun to explain yet. As to the magic... it's totally AU, at least for now. I was thinking about MAYBE giving in a little and letting a bit of magic towards the end... but I don't want to ruin the AUness of it. LoL As to the hearts, they were Xs in the other story... but the hearts in this story will have a deeper meaning that will come up in the plot later on, keep that in mind! Well... here it goes! !$!$!

"Hey, Harry. How was your day?" Hermione asked, giving Harry a kiss on the cheek. She'd just gotten back from book club, and had a sandwich in hand for a quick dinner.

"Well, good I suppose. School wasn't all that great, but afterwards, Doctor Snape came in and we talked."

"That's great! Did you play nice?" she laughed.

"Yes... I was as polite as possible."

"Good doggy, now what did you two do?"

"He played for me... piano and viola. He's wonderful at it. You should hear sometime."

"Harry, when are you just going to take up lessons?"

"I told you, Hermione, I can't."

"Well sure you can! If I deaf person can compose music, then a blind person can surly play!"

"But... I'd feel uncomfortable. They'd laugh at me."

"No they wouldn't, because I'd beat them up." she teased and took a bite of her sandwich. "I'm sure you could ask Doctor Snape!"

Harry thought on it a moment, but then dismissed it... that would mean spending more time with the interrogating man!

"Where you okay without me at dinner?"

"Believe it or not, 'Monie, I'm not addicted to you! I can spend a few minutes away from you!" he laughed and then said, "Snape stayed with me through dinner."

"At least you weren't alone. And hey, I remember a little boy who would throw a fit if I wasn't right next to him every second of the day." she teased, although it was true.

"What can I say, I've grown up."

"Indeed... indeed." Hermione seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, so Harry felt around on his desk to find where he'd left his book, and started reading.

A few minutes later, when Hermione was finished her sandwich, she laid down next to Harry on his bed and asked him to read to her.

"Okay, well, it's called The Trill of Victory..." he wrapped an arm around her and coiled it up far enough to hold his book, while his other hand ran over the Braille. After a while of reading he spoke "He bent his head and kissed her bare shoulder. She slipped her arms beneath his again and gave him a hard, urgent hug, wanting to feel his weight pressing down on her again." he read, his fingers continued to go while his mouth nearly dropped, his eyes went wide, and he threw the book across the room. "Gross! A good story gone dirty..."

"Don't you just hate when that happens." Hermione said, but if Harry could have only seen her eyes at that moment, he would have known she wanted to hear the rest. Perhaps it was her obsessive need to finish every book she starts, or maybe it was more.

"Now I'm going to have some really horrible images in my head for the rest of the night."

"Oh come on, Harry, it couldn't have been that bad."

If she only knew.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

"Nothing... I'm tired, you can stay if you want, but I don't want to bore you with my sleeping." he smiled and rolled over, cuddling into the blankets.

Hermione stayed at his side, watching him rest, until he was asleep. She noticed that he still slept with his Jaguar. He looked so... peaceful.

-o-0-

"Who can tell me the answer to number three?" Professor Lupin asked. Harry scanned his fingers quickly over the question in his 'special' textbook, and then raised his hand at lightening speed.

"Yes, Mr. Potter." Lupin said, a bit of a laugh playing at his lips.

"The answer is Alexander Hamilton!" Harry said proudly.

"Correct you are, Mr. Potter." Lupin smiled brightly, Harry surely was the brightest in the class, they hadn't even gone over anything about Alexander Hamilton, he was just seeing the extent of their knowledge. Harry must be studying outside of class, Lupin thought to himself.

Suddenly someone came running into the room, crying. Harry was confused, he didn't recognize the sobs. What was going on?

"Remus, Remus my dear! Turn on the tele, turn on the news!" It was Professor Trelawny, the overly dramatic Astronomy teacher. Harry was glad he didn't have her. He relaxed, she was probably freaking out over nothing.

"What ever is the matter?" Lupin said, turning on the television.

"There's been an escape today out of Azkaban Prison. Three followers of the 'Dark Lord' as Tom Riddle was once known as, have broken out. There is no word yet on the actually whereabouts of Tom Riddle himself, but officials believe there is a connection between him, the escapees, the attack on the Drusley family. It just so happens that Petunia Drusley is the only sister of one Lily Potter, who was murdered by Tom Riddle some fifteen years ago."

"Enough!" Remus screamed at the murmuring students as he ran to turn off the tele. "Class is dismissed!" he ran over to Harry and kneeled in front of him. "Harry, are you okay?"

A single tear rolled down Harry's cheek. This Tom Riddle was who murdered his parents. Tom Riddle was the one who made him blind. Tom Riddle did this to him! He started to shake, more tears came. He still didn't remember his parents, but the Drusleys.... he remembered something about them.

"Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters, Harry? I'll get your mother." Remus asked, wrapping his arms around the sobbing boy.

Harry nodded and stood up. Remus kept an arm around Harry's shoulder to stable the boy, and walked him to his quarters.

"Harry! HARRY!" Amelia ran over to Harry and engulfed him in a hug, planting kisses all over his face.

"I assume you heard?" Remus whispered.

"Yes..." Amelia began to weep too. She knew this could only mean trouble.

Remus helped the two into Harry's room and gave them both a hug before making his way out, and contacting Severus.

-o-0-

There was a knock on the door, Amelia let go of Harry's hand and went to answer it.

"Severus, I was hoping you'd come by!"

"Lupin asked me to." he spit the other man's name out like venom.

"He's sleeping, but if you'd please come in and have some tea, I'll wake him."

"There's no need to wake the boy."

"He needs someone to talk to, someone who can help him. He said he remembered something, I think that's traumatizing him more than the news is!"

"Fine, I take my tear black, two sugars." he commanded and stepped in, pushing past Amelia and walking over to a chair near Harry's bed. He put his viola case down and shifted through his briefcase.

"Harry, Harry, wake up dear." Amelia whispered softly in the boy's ear. She brushed his cheek gently as his eyes fluttered open.

"Yes?" Harry asked softly, and stretched a little.

"Doctor Snape is here to talk to you."

"Oh..." Harry seemed disappointed, but sat up anyway.

Amelia handed Severus his tea, and sat quietly in the corner, sipping her own.

"How goes it, Harry?" Severus asked, moving closer to the boy, with a stack of papers in his hands. Harry mumbled an 'Okay.' and rubbed the dry tears off of his face. Severus turned around and noticed that Amelia was still there. "Do you mind?" he spat towards her.

She narrowed her eyes at him and said "I'll be in my office if you need me, Harry." and walked over to kiss his forehead before leaving.

"Why couldn't she have stayed?"

"I don't like a watchful eye behind my back." Severus said calmly, trying to keep his patients. "Now, would you like to know what I've looked up on your past? Or should we fast forward to your tantrum, and I can walk out now."

"I want to know."

"Good... well then. It says here that your full name is Harold James Potter." he stopped to laugh and continued "Born to James Harold Potter... oh how original," he spat, "and Lillian Rebecca Evans." he took out a picture of them and began describing them to Harry. "Your father is almost the exact replica of you. Messy black hair, the same features... he has glasses, which you also had at the young age of three... until you were blinded, because you obviously don't need them anymore." he noticed that he was rambling and cleared his throat before continuing. "He does, however, have blue eyes. You have your mothers eyes, but that's all. She's lean and tall, as tall as your father, which is quiet tall for a woman. She has strawberry blonde hair, a very beautiful young mother if I may say so myself. You, too, are in the photo. You as a young baby, all bundled up. All that is visible is a furry black head... one free of any scar." he whispered softly and brushed his fingers over the spot on the photo where Harry's scar would be less than a year later.

He looked up at Harry and saw the troubled look on the boy's face. Come on Severus, the boy needs sympathy, you know how to be nicer than this... dig deep down! He thought to himself.

"Then you moved in with your only living family, fore Sirius was on the run, and would soon be placed in jail. Vernon Marcus Drusley and Petunia Eloise Evans allowed you into their home, but only under strong influence of a threat by Headmaster Dumbledore of your parents' old school, Hogwarts Boarding School... which is down the street, and no, it's not a coincidence that it has the same name as this hospital. They were funded by the same person. Your Aunt and Uncle had a child who was just under your age at the time, Dudley Douglas Drusley."

Harry winced.

"Is that was you remembered? Is it about Dudley?"

"Yes..." Harry whispered.

"Would you like to share?"

"Okay... well... it wasn't much, but when I heard my family's names on the tele, it kind of triggered something in my mind. It frightened my, but at the same time.... well, it proved that I really have seen before, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I actually saw someone!"

Severus smiled a bit, it did warm his heart a tad bit to see a breakthrough like this. "Go on."

"Only... well, it was a bad memory. I saw my Aunt and Uncle shoving me around... then I had a tray, and I was carrying it around, giving them glasses to drink from. And then..." he gulped. "Dudley was hitting me, hard... punching me, hurting me... I was only three..." he stopped. "That's it."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am now."

"It could have been worse." Snape said, trying to sound reassuring, but if anything, it sounded threatening.

"Thanks... I guess." Harry squirmed a bit.

"Now, do you want to hear more about your case?"
"Yes."

Severus shuffled through some more papers, and continued. "Okay, well, Tom Riddle, known as the 'Dark Lord', also had another name. A name that people were scared to speak of, because he caused so much pain in everyone. I, on the other hand, am not afraid of him, nor anything else. Therefore, I will tell you that he goes by the name of Voldemort." he paused. Harry didn't move, his breathing was regular, everything seemed fine. This indicated one of two things. Either the boy didn't remember anything about Voldemort, or the name had never troubled him, even as a small child. "He caused terror to many, killing those who he believe unfit... kind of like Hitler... and eventually, those who got in his way. He did, and still does, have many followers, called Death Eaters, they wear hooded robes when they murder. He carves a symbol into each followers arm... over and over and over again..." he paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "Those marks are called the Dark Mark, and it consists of a skull and snake... many people are scared of them, because they would paint the mark on some potential victims homes before they attacked."

"Why was he after my parents? Where they unworthy, or in his way?"

"Well... both from what I've read. Your father wasn't unworthy, apparently, but he did communicate with those who were, and he married your mother, who was unworthy."

"What makes a person 'unworthy'?" Harry asked. "And what would I be considered?"

"No one really knows, there are a few things that people think could be the case... looks, money, jobs... etcetera... but, no one really knows for sure. He has a twisted mind, Harry. Even his Death Eaters don't know the truth about him, they just do whatever he tells them to... or they'd be next." he took another deep breath. "I think that's enough information for you to handle today, would you like to talk about other things? I could play for you. Or, I could leave, if you'd like."

"I'd like to talk. I liked getting to know you. So, back to our little game. How old are you?"

"I'll be thirty in a few months."

"Ah, getting old." Harry laughed. "And I assume you know how old I am."

"Indeed." Severus tried not to get angry at the old joke. "What would you like to do once you've graduated and such?"

"I'm not sure. I've never given it any thought at all. I suppose I'd like to do something that's fun. Where I'm not stuck in the same place all the time. I've been stuck inside in one place for too long. What about you? Is this what your dream was?"

"Not exactly."

"Do tell." Harry sat up, ready for a story... or a good laugh.

"Well..." Severus blushed a little, and he was glad that Harry could not see it. "I once wanted to be a famous artist, traveling around the world, drawing all of the beautiful scenery, getting paid millions of pounds. Then I would buy a large home, with a beautiful yard, and I'd grow a garden. There would be large fences and vines to hide my home from the neighbors, I like to live securely... alone... basically. It would have been wonderful. But, the way things went... my life led to this. And now I live in Slytherin, and help out stupid teenagers, and-"

Harry was cracking up.

"What!?" Severus demanded.

"Well, it's just that." he made out through laughs. He wiped a tear from his eye, and calmed down before continuing. "Such a beautiful dream from such a cold hearted man." he started cracking up again.

"I don't have to take this!" Severus stood and gathered his things.

"Don't leave!" Harry stood up and made his way towards the sound of Severus shoving his papers into his briefcase. "Please, I'd like to talk more." he reached out, found the older man's shoulder, and rested his hand on it.

"One more word about that and I'll-"

"Threat taken!" Harry smiled and made his way back to his bed, where he sat, waiting for his Doctor to come back to his seat.

They talked for some time, about different meaningless things.

Soon it was time for dinner, and Hermione walked in. She walked over and kissed Harry's cheek before sitting next to him on his bed. Severus stood to leave.

"Please stay, you can have dinner with us." Harry said.

"I prefer to eat alone." he made his way to the door, and then turned back. "It was nice speaking with you today, Mr. Potter, I'll see you in a few days, oh, and Miss. Granger, it was nice seeing you again."

He departed, leaving a stunned Harry behind. He had called him Mr. Potter... he most definitely wasn't used to that. It was all so much to handle, that he was glad Snape had chosen to stop the information for now. However, he had a lot to think about... what with Tom Riddle, the 'unworthy' thing... and Dudley. Maybe Mum was right, I am protected here. But... by the summer I'll be seventeen, a grown man, and I won't be able to stay here anymore. What then?

"Harry?" Hermione snapped him out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"I will be, Hermione. I'm already a ton better now that you're here." he smiled and her and reached up, cupping her hand in his. "Thanks sis."

Something triggered Hermione to frown. Things were changing, for sure. But the one thing Hermione to change, hadn't.

!$!$! Well.. the plot is thickening! I was like super tired writing this, so I hope it makes sense... review? Thanks! Love Ambz !$!$!