Chapter 12

"Fine but I won't give you the satisfaction of hurting me; I won't give it to you. Even though you think you ruined my life. You didn't, you just like to torture me and I won't let you any more."

The potions master was sitting now with one foot over the other in a sort of devilish manner. Harry could see his teeth and eyes flashing as he looked around the room.

"That is so nice but I have an appointment in three quarters of an hour so will you please hurry up."

So he did, now shaking he tried to calm himself down, determined not to cry Harry drew in a long, hard, cold, breath.

"I only found out a year ago, I myself wasn't that happy about it. Draco of course was ecstatic, he had another play thing.

My mother and father had been good friends with the Malfoy's before I was born. One night after doing a lot of heavy drinking my mother and father IE Lilly and James could not drive home, thus deciding to stay the night at the Malfoy Manor. James retired to the spare room first, and then Narcissia retired to hers. It couldn't have been avoided. My Mother Had….. She had….s…h…SHE HAD AN AFFAIR WITH LUCIUS MALFOY! IM THE RESULT OF THAT!"

The boy broke down into tears burying his face into his knees. Snape moved around to put his hand on harries shoulder, but Harry stared horrified at the curtained face looking towards him from the shadows.

"This, All of this is… it's your fault. You made me like this… it was your fault. I've become this monster."

Harry pushed his face into his knees again.

"Harry." Snape began.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Snape could see his patient was distraught, he liked it. Harry knew that. So he stood up to leave.

"As you wish Potter."

The he left, closing the door behind him.

Harry couldn't take it any more; he had to find some help and fast. One way or another he had to get out of this dark cell. How could he though, maybe if he injured himself they would take him to the hospital department. Them he might get to see Hermione. But how, everything was padded apart from the door.

"Wait a minute." Harry said to himself." Apart from the door."

He knew what he had to do. So he shuffled onto his knees and across to the door, put his back against it and paused. After a while Harry drew his head foreword as far as he could. Then smashed it back as hard as he could into the door, the back of his black hair started to shine with blood.

The pain was excruciating, nevertheless head spinning Harry drew his head foreword and smashed it back again, this time letting out a small whimper before passing out and slumping down to the floor.