A/N: I'm completely lost… somehow… aw, I don't even care. Just another insomniac night, just another endless fight… -sighs-

Go on, enjoy chapter 7. I know it's short, but I tried my very best.

Chapter 07 – Can somebody tell me who I am?

Harry ran from the Infirmary. He gave a damn on the teachers screaming after him. No, he would run away and never come back.

Later on he could not remember how long he had run. When he lay coughing and panting on the cold wet floor, he found himself deep in the Forbidden Forest. He did not care.

He wanted to run on, to be lost in the forest, to never be found again.

He tried to push himself up.

His legs were trembling violently and he collapsed on the floor again. He was angry with himself and after some other attempts to stand up he broke down sobbing and crying. He curled up and the cold rain washed over his face.

It was already dark when Harry felt strong hands seizing his shoulders and shaking him.

"Don't!" called someone and two other hands grasped his shoulders more gently.

"Harry? Are you alright? Boy come on, answer me!"

"Leave me!" croaked Harry and turned his head away from the intruders of his silent realm. "Go away… all of you…"

Someone lifted him up and for a moment he thought of resistance. But he knew that it would be futile.

Harry kept his eyes closed and tried to bite back his tears when he once again felt the hard covers of the hospital bed under his body. This world was unfair.

First it took away his godfather and then his identity.

"Well, I think I shall go now."

Remus grabbed Severus' shoulder. "No. Stay with him. I'm sure he will understand all of it. He is a clever boy, Sev!"

"Well, dearest werewolf, even if he ever would understand, he doesn't accept me. That's a fact." With these words the Potions Master left the ward.

The next days held huge surprises for Hermione, Ron and the other students.

Snape went on sabbatical while Harry hid in the ward.

The teen allowed no one to see him and pulled the blanket over his head every time someone approached his bed. He knew that he had to accept the nurse, but he wouldn't tolerate anyone else.

Even Dumbledore, or especially Dumbledore, was ignored totally. Harry didn't listen to anything the 'old fool' said.

Hermione and Ron were confused by these actions. They tried to reach their friend but every letter was returned unopened, as well as every parcel they tried to send to him.

Finally there was only one solution left for them. And so, one day when the Potions Master was back at Hogwarts the two Gryffindors stayed after the lesson.

"Professor Snape?"

"What?" snapped Severus.

"I… I have a qu… a question about Harry. Do you know anything about his state?"

They must be desperate if they asked him for help.

"I don't know anything about Mr Potter's current situation. You should ask himself, or the headmaster. I'm sure the old man cannot stand your huge pleading eyes, Granger."

"Harry is hiding in the hospital wing. And no teacher would talk about it!" asked Ron.

"Well, why should I tell you then?"

"You never hesitated to stultify Harry!" exclaimed Hermione. "Sir"

"Well… I cannot tell you. This is something between Potter and me. He, however, may tell you anything you want to know and whatever he is willing to tell you."

Snape was about to walk away when Hermione shouted one last pleading "Professor!"

Severus turned around. Well, even when these huge pleading eyes did not affect Dumbledore, they did affect Severus in some way.

"He is not in a good mood. He… found out about something what he did not like very much."

"What about his changes? I know that he changed very much during the summer but what happened during the game was awful!" said Ron.

"He… already changed during the summer?"

Stupid, you never paid much attention to him, you remember? Snape thought to himself.

"I can see if I can talk to him…"

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"Potter – Harry?"

They had said that he was Snape's child. But Snape had refused to call him any other than Harry Potter.

"What?"

Harry had nothing to lose…

"We are worried about you."

"We? You mean 'them'!"

"You don't have to try to provoke me! I'm not falling for it."

"You are the teacher…"

He hadn't got to gain anything either…

"Potter! What's wrong?"

The boy snorted. "Don't you see it, sir? It's obvious, isn't it?"

Harry lifted his head and turned towards Snape. The Potions Master looked into the exact replica of himself at the age of sixteen.

Apart from the emerald eyes, darkened with emotions.

The urge to stroke the boy's cheek carefully welled up in Severus, but he desperately tried to remain stoic outside.

"Come on, Potter!" sneered Snape almost lovingly. "Can't be that bad, can it?"

"It can be!" replied Harry harsh. "Leave me! Go and fuck yourself, Snape!"

Well, Severus could cope with much, especially considering the circumstances. But he hadn't been too pleased about all of this, too.

"Potter!" he began warningly.

"Hell, there is no POTTER in this room!" screamed the teen suddenly.

Harry broke down on his bed, his head buried in his hands.

Aw… the reviews from chapter 5! Alright, this is going to be even a longer night. I'm sorry!

Adenara Yatman – No there isn't, at least not for Harry.

rosiegirl – Thanks.

duj – Thanks for the reminder. Sometimes I forget even the obvious ones.

Thabita78 – Geez, that would be grand! But only if you really want this. I don't want to bother you.

moonypadfoot – Sorry, really so awful sorry! But you know, kinda writers block grabbed me and smashed me against the wall, hard.

DarkDarkAngel – -pokesintheside- still alive there? Again, I'm so sorry for not updating so long!

ShadowedHand – Not happy at all. My writing sucks somehow. But I'll try harder now.

IrisOwens – Here you are!

Can you forgive me and write a review? I'm going to update soon. I have a good idea for the next chapter. Harry has to struggle with his faith and can't hide any longer.