A/N: Really freaking short, but then so was the last one, the next should, by all means, be longer but I will not swear to it.
Snape was perhaps the only person other than Harry to feel so uncomfortable in the House of Black. It was by all means out of no affection for the deceased man, but merely the reminder of someone who had tortured and bullied him as a child. And so it was with no small amount of animosity that he now trudged through the soot-blackened halls towards Harry's room. He cursed Dumbledore for being away on business, he cursed that wretched know-it-all for suggesting the ludicrous idea, and he cursed himself for showing an aptitude for an uncommon ability. Snape was about to enter Harry's mind through Leglimens and try and reach the boy.
Snape knocked on the bedroom door, and waited stupidly on the other side for a minute before remembering that the boy was catatonic and would likely not be answering the door anytime soon. Grateful that no one was there to witness his stupidity Snape entered the room and sneered at the handwriting covering all the walls; completely self indulgent.
Snape walked over to the boy who was sitting vacantly on his bead against the head board. Harry's eyes were open and staring fixedly at nothing, his body was limp and his muscles unresponsive. Snape, always a skeptic when it came to matters concerning the boy, removed a safety pin from the pocket of his robes. Holding Harry's hand palm upwards Snape stared intently at the boy as he pierced the skin of the boys hand with the pin. Passing between the bones and muscles tissue the pin poked and stretched the other side of Harry's hand before piercing through the skin. Snape stared at the boy and the boy stared at nothing, not a flicker of an eye, nor wince of pain testified that the boy felt a thing.
Setting Harry's hand back down on the bed Snape retrieved his wand from inside his robes Snape pointed the wand at Harry's head, "Leglimens"