A/N: NEW CHAPTER! And I posted it the day I had promised! I am so proud of myself ). Aren't you proud of me? Well for now I have to RUN!
Thanks to all reviewers!
Ch. 4 Not everything has an answer
Harry was slowly walking towards the dungeons he was in pain, terribly agonizing blinding pain, dinner was over and it was time for his first detention.
'Way to go Harry! Just remember not to do anything which could give him and excuse for another detention' Harry thought bitterly.
He stopped right in front of the door that lead to Snape's office; he knocked twice quickly removing his hand as if he had been burnt.
"Come in" the Potions Master's voice answered with his usual cold tone; the door was slowly opened and in came Snape's most hated student.
"Good evening Professor" Harry avoided eye contact with his teacher, as much as it pained to think and say so, he was actually afraid of the older man, he somewhat reminded him of his uncle always cold and hateful towards him; this fear had tremendously increased last term right after the incident with the pensive.
"You are late Potter, if I am not mistaken, dinner ended over fifteen minutes ago and it doesn't take that long to get here, maybe you did it on purpose or perhaps it was your ever growing stupidity which didn't allow you to remember the time of your detention or where my office is located".
"I'm sorry Professor it won't happen again" eyes now examining the floor thing that had just recently turned into something rather interesting to look at.
"It better not; now you will start cleaning those cauldrons over there without magic you've better do it quickly since I don't want you here more time than what's necessary, the cleaning supplies you'll be needing are in that cupboard" Snape said while pointing at the two things which he had mentioned.
He then seated and started grading 3rd grade Hufflepuff summer assignments a look of disgust soon plastered in his face, stupid children didn't know a thing about Potions, their essays were rubbish.
Harry went over to the cupboard and got the cleaning supplies out, sighing he moved them close to the table where about sixty cauldrons were piled each one looking dirtier and more disgusting than the last one.
He started scrubbing one by one with difficulty since his left wrist was broken, he could write with easily since he was right handed and he only needed his right hand for that, but cleaning cauldrons was a whole different story since he needed both of his hands, one holding the item and the other one doing the hard work. He tried hard not to wince and made an effort of reducing his body movement to a minimum since the cut in his chest hadn't healed and he didn't want to bleed all over Snape's dungeon, his secret would be out and that was definitely not what he wanted
'Bloody git, enjoys torturing me, he's probably not even grading those essays but making fun of me while I suffer'.
Tears were threatening to fall while Harry was thinking this, not only because of the pain but also because of the thought of someone else other than his 'family' enjoying torturing and humiliating him; he forced the feeling to stop, he was not going to cry in front of Snape and give him more weapons to mock and hate him.
'I mean what have I ever done to deserve this; he's hated me from the very first moment he saw me. I can understand if he hates me because I looked into his pensive but I swear I didn't mean to, I was to curious, shame on me. He thinks I'm just like my father, but I'm not! I'd be damned, I'd never treat someone like that, not even Malfoy'
The evil git of a Potion's Master was now eyeing Potter every now and then trying to figure out what was going on inside the brat's head, he seemed to be lost in though and he had suddenly accelerated his scrubbing and quickly getting closer to the end of his task.
'Strange' he thought 'well I won't think more about it, he is probably anxious to go over to his friends and tell them about the, ever so horrible torture, I've made him undergo' with this, he turned back to his grading.
"I'm done sir" Harry said tiredly.
Snape then, headed towards the cauldrons and eyed them meticulously.
"Well Mr. Potter" he spat the name with disgust "It seems that your brain damage has extended, these cauldrons don't look clean to me". Harry's eyes widened to tremendous proportions right after this was said. "But sir…" he didn't get to finish since he was rudely interrupted by his teacher.
"I don't care what you have to say, you will wash all of them again" he smirked "and you will do it as many times as necessary, you ought to be more careful with what you do"
Harry didn't move if he wasn't going to cry before, he sure was going to now.
"Well? Stop looking at me as if you were mentally disabled and start to work…Now!" Snape screamed the last part startling Harry and bringing him out of his 'I hate myself but I hate that git even more' trance.
He moved a couple of steps backwards as if he were afraid of the taller man, and started working, this looked a bit odd to Snape it reminded him of himself, his childhood, and the way he behaved because he had been abused by his father but decided to ignore it, after all this was the Potter brat, not one of his Slytherins which often faced the same fate he had.
'I will not cry, I will not cry. I will not cry in front of bloody Snape' Harry repeated this in his head like a mantra; the pain on his wrist increased with each passing second but he decided not to think about it, the sooner he got over with this, the sooner he could run, hide and cry. But scrubbing with such ferocity soon resulted in his gash opening, he felt it, how could he not notice after all it was not the first time it had happened.
'Shit, I have to get out of here quick, I don't give a damn about the 'repercussions' of my actions'
He put down the cauldron he was cleaning, tossed the sponge he was using into it and sprinted towards the door, before he exited he turned around and faced a surprised looking Snape.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry for everything but above all I'm sorry I looked into your pensive" Harry said in a rush and exited the room.
"Potter just what in Hades do you think you are doing?" Snape screamed after him, but Harry was long gone and didn't hear his teacher rants.
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A/N: New chapter will be out soon...oh by the way the 'quick edit' makes my story editing slower and harder so if chapters turn out to be in anyway confusing or hard to read let me know! )