Adopting Secrets.

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Sorry for not updating for the past two weeks! First I had to help my mom move into a new appartment and do ALL of my homework on Sunday... (not good mind you since I had to do a Chem Lab, write a paper, read two chapters, and do some worksheets) I didn't have time.
Then LAST Sunday I was so sick I could hardly lay down with my eyes open without the room spinning around.

Anyway I don't own HP. However I do now own a toy sword! YAY! I was sword fighting all of yesterday with my friends Sammy Solo and Jacquelin Sparrow... it was great...

Anyway...

Story now!

"What?" Harry asked stupidly, stalling for time. Damn Occlumency screwed everything up.

"How did you manage to keep those memories from me until you were so damned exhausted you looked as if you could have collapsed at any moment?" Snape clarified.

"I... I don't know," Harry said quietly refusing to look in the Legimen's eyes.

"Now why do I have a hard time believing that?" Snape spat resisting the urge to throw something against a wall. "The first Occlumency lesson we attended I had no trouble seeing your childhood memories, however after that first lesson I did not realize that I was seeing memories from your time at Hogwarts. However one time when I questioned you about your vision, you thought I was speaking about a childhood memory of yours. Those were the only childhood memories I had seen of yours since that first lesson. And the next time I saw memories from your childhood you ran off in a huff. How did you manage to keep those memories out of your incredibly small brain when you were failing to learn Occlumency?"

"I... I just didn't want to think about it," Harry said dully. "So I didn't."

"So you didn't," Snape mocked. "I don't believe that Potter."

"Its the truth sir," Harry muttered biting back the retort that Snape didn't believe a lot of things.

"We'll see then won't we?" Snape sneered. "Legimens!"

Harry was in detention with Umbridge writing 'I must not tell lies' at eleven o'clock at night.

All of the lights on the Hogwarts Express had suddenly gone out and a hooded figure was in the door, a hand was withdrawn into a robe.

He was lying apathically while his uncle told him that he, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley would be going out while he was locked in his room.

"POTTER!" Snape snapped cutting off the connection. "You aren't even trying!"

"But you don't seem to be able to find what you want sir," Harry pointed out tonelessly.

"I wasn't trying to find out anything you imbecile!" Snape glowered. "Five points from Gryffindor for correcting a teacher. Now Potter, why aren't you trying to block your mind? Voldemort could easily walz straight into your mind right now and pluck out information about the Order or the location of your dear friends' houses. He could easily attack them or their families."

"But doesn't that mean he could find out the location of Headquarters?" Harry asked suddenly thinking of something.

"Of course not Potter! It has a secret keeper you numbskull! No one can find it without the Secret Keeper telling them," Snape said irriatably. "Ten points from Gryffindor."

"But sir, what if he sees the memory of D..." Harry stopped when he saw the glare Snape sent at him. "... of the secret keeper freely giving me the location of headquarters?"

Snape looked startled, "You're dismissed Potter. I need to speak to the headmaster about something."

Harry blinked. He was getting off that easily? Harry walked towards the doorway counting his blessings when Snape said to him slightly destracted, "Detention tomorrow Potter for walking out of a lesson. We'll continue this tomorrow."

Damn it, Harry thought sourly pausing slightly. I should have known better.

Harry walked down the corridor, not wanting to go back to face his friends just at that moment. He thought he would have had at least the full hour and a half of freedom from his friends, even if it did mean he would have to be in Snape's company.

Harry heard the clunking of armor for the fifth time that night and turned around annoyed. "Sir Cadogen! Go away! If Dumbledore or Snape or Lupin sicced you on me then go back to them and sulk but I can quite clearly hear you. Although I doubt Snape would assign you because he has some sense in lurking in dark shadows!"

"Why you crusty botch of nature! If I should ever look upon thy face again I shall think upon hell-fire!" Sir Cadogen said coming into view and then clunked away loudly.

"Stupid git," Harry muttered under his breath heading towards the Room of Requirement. He knew he could be alone there. It was easy, all he would have to do was think hard on a place where no one but him could go.

Harry walked in front of where the door should be thinking desprately on that thought. A place where no one could follow him, not a human, a ghost, a portrait or a house elf.

The door showed up and he walked through it into a small room with a cot, a desk and chair with a piece of parchment resting next to the ink pot and quill. Harry closed the door quietly and went over to the desk and picked up the parchment. It read:

Rules for the Solitary Set Up:

1. One can be in here for no longer than twenty-four hours.

2. One cannot step out of the Solitary Set Up for a moment after his or her time is up to step back into the room. There must be a twenty four hour break between individual uses of the Solitary Set Up.

3. If one becomes unconsious due to injury he or she will be transported to the hospital wing.

Violations of Rules One and Two will result in the transportation of the person to the hospital wing with a status report from what is currently known as the Room of Requirement.

Harry looked at the paper oddly. He didn't know there actually was such a set up that allowed people to be alone. If he had known this he would have used this room to slit his wrists in the first night he was here. Harry looked at the rules again and realized that the result would be the same, and he would still be alive, although he might have woken up earlier.

Its a pity, he felt better when he felt the blade sliced through his skin.

Harry sat on the bed with his back to the wall and curled up into a small ball; he tried to cry, but couldn't find it in himself to shed the tears.

Why couldn't he have died when his parents did? It wasn't as if he was living.

He wished he could have that feeling back when the blade slipped through his skin. It made him feel better. He could concentrate on the physical pain.

Harry shifted slightly on the bed and bumped into something. It was a knife. He picked it up and looked at it curiously. He wondered what it would feel like just to cut himself. Would he be able to concentrate only on the physical pain then? Harry rolled up his sleeve until it was bunched at his shoulder. He cut his upper arm shallowly.

He smiled sadly, he had found a way to cry.

He had adopted a new secret.

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