I'm back again to fill your minds with crazy thoughts and wild ideas. Sorry it took me so long to update, I was writing two fics and rewriting another one, which was annoying! But hey, I want you all to be happy. So, I give you this. Have fun.

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Now to the story that it seems some people like…

Harry thought all that day about the disturbing possibility that his teacher, Professor Snape, was ill, or not himself. He was thinking to go down and visit his Professor, just to make sure that nothing was seriously wrong with him. 'Yes. I will go down, right now.' Harry thought firmly, looking through the still darkness at his roommate, Ron Weasley. Although Harry was the Head Boy, Dumbledore said that Ron was still aloud to share his room because he was Prefect.

Harry leapt noisily from his four-poster onto the plush rug Hermione made for his 17th birthday. Trying his hardest not to wake his best friend, Harry stiffly pulled his cloak onto his bony shoulders and walked towards the door. All throughout the dim halls Harry wondered if his Professor would even want to talk to him. 'Although,' Harry reasoned, 'He hasn't been so cold towards me lately. And, we did talk for a while when we defeated Voldemort.' Suddenly Harry was recalling the battle between "good" and "evil". Flashbacks of deaths that shouldn't have happened, the stench of the arid graveyard, the faces of those who Harry considered friends, but had betrayed him when the Dark Lord called, and all those who were too weak to move, but had made the effort to kill Voldemort, once and for all. Lifting his head, Harry was surprised to notice that he was already in front of Snape's door. Knocking gently, just to be sure that he wasn't bothering his Professor, Harry waited anxiously.

The door swung open violently, which scared Harry into pulling out his wand. Snape, thinking that he was being attacked, charged into Harry's lithe form, slamming him against the solid-stone wall of the corridor. Looking dead into his professor's eyes, Harry noticed that there seemed to be no anger, only fear.

"Sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just going to see if I could speak with you about something." Harry said gently as Snape let him fall to the ground.

"You shouldn't be lurking around in the halls at this time of night, Mr. Potter." But, even as his tone was harsh, he stood holding his door open, which Harry figured out a long time ago was the only invitation Snape gave. Harry sped towards Professor Snape's chambers, hoping to get answers from the ex-spy. They quickly settled themselves in their usual places by the fire, Snape in his elegant black leather chair and Harry on the matching couch. Harry could tell that Snape knew what he was there for. "So, what is it that you wished to speak about? A potion you're having trouble with?" Snape asked with feigned innocence.

Harry tried desperately to catch Snape's eye, but the cold man was staring hard into the depth of his fireplace. "Well, sir, I was going to ask if you're alright. You looked quite pale earlier and you sort of skipped class, something I've never even heard of." Harry said, trying to keep his voice casual. Harry was also checking for symptoms of common illnesses, but he couldn't see any difference in the man. He was still the tall, gloomy Professor. His skin was the same, except perhaps a shade lighter, his onyx eyes continued to glare uneasily at anything in sight and his expressions were still that of disdain and cynicism.

"Me, looking pale?" Snape said sarcastically, with a slight smirk, breaking Harry's line of thought.

"Yes, sir, you looking pale and skipping out a class. There's nothing wrong, right?" Harry knew that he was letting concern get the better of him, but as long as he got an answer he didn't care. Snape finally looked Harry in the eye and saw panic.

"Isn't there always something wrong, Mr. Potter?" Okay, maybe not just any answer would be good enough.

"Sir, I meant was there something bothering you? Something specific that created more tension than usual?" He asked irritably.

"Do calm down, Mr. Potter; I doubt Headmaster Dumbledore would enjoy hearing that his 'golden student' had a heart-attack." Snape said. His smirk widened as he watched the young man before him become infuriated. 'He really must learn to control that anger of his.' "Potter, I am fine, I was just not pleased to hear that I should be teaching today." He said finally. 'I know you're going to ask me more, but I won't answer, so don't bother.' He thought tersely.

"What's wrong with today, sir?" Harry asked innocently, his stunning jade orbs soaking into Snape's deep black ones.

"I don't believe that is of your concern." Snape tightened his jaw and glared lightly at Harry to make his point clear.

"Obviously, sir, I am concerned." Harry paused for a moment, knowing that giving the man his space was probably better than attacking him for answers he wouldn't get. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll just leave now." Harry had just begun making his way towards the door when something tugged his cloak. Raising his eyebrow until it disappeared in the thick mass of his unruly black hair, Harry turned to question his teacher. "Sir?"

Snape frowned suddenly. Eventually, he must have remembered that Harry had addressed him and said simply, "I hope that you're able to teach class for a short while." Glancing at the centuries-old clock he had gotten from Dumbledore several years back, Snape noted that it was well past mid-night. 'I haven't had a pleasant conversation with anyone at this time of night in years.' Snape sighed mentally. 'When did talking about my life with Potter become "pleasant"?'

"Good-night, sir. Will I see you tomorrow?" Harry asked sadly. Snape just frowned in response.

As he watched Harry walk away, Snape wondered idly if Harry really cared if he saw his "Snarky Potions Professor" the following morning at breakfast. Closing the door with a snap, he thought about the "Golden Boy" until his need for sleep took over.

"Bugger." Harry silently cursed, as he strode swiftly through the halls. His black hair was flying about madly, his robes billowing in a very Snape-ish fashion and the scowl he recently acquired was set firmly in place. If anyone was brave enough to wander around at night, they might not recognize the Boy-Who-Lived-Long-Enough-To-Defeat-The-Dark-Lord-After-Many-Battles-Which-Almost-Took-His-Life-But-He-Finally-Accomplished-It.

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'How could he just sit there and not answer my real questions. He knows I worry about him! Bloody hell!' Harry woke the Black Mamba that guarded his and Ron's room. "Hey, open the door." He hissed in Parsletongue. When he was finally in the privacy of his room, Harry just sat up in his bed, watching the Marauder's Map. "Professor Snape must be asleep by now. I should follow his lead. I definitely have a long day ahead of me." He grumbled. With one last look at his map and a deep yawn, Harry found himself dreaming of a certain greasy-haired, hook-nosed Potions Master.

When Harry awoke the next morning, he saw that Ron was already gone, probably down to breakfast. 'I guess that gives me time to think.' Harry kept replaying yesterday in his mind, knowing something strange was happening, but not sure what. 'Professor Snape wouldn't let anything slip about it, but maybe Professor Dumbledore will. Although, that means that I'm going to have to listen to his crazy-talk.' After deciding that it was for the best to try to speak with Dumbledore, he changed into his favorite pair of blue jeans and an emerald dress shirt that Ginny told him was "perfect" because it matched his eyes. He threw his black Gryffindor robes on as he ran down the tower stairs, trying to catch up to his best friends.

As soon as Harry jumped down the last stairs he ran into something, sending both the other object and himself crashing to the ground. 'Ow! Bugger!'

"Arhh…um…er, sorry about running into you." Harry stammered as he tried to position himself better. As Harry moved off of the other person (whom Harry noticed was definitely male) he tripped and fell backwards. Preparing for the fall, Harry placed his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be hurt too badly, but just as he was about to hit the floor, two strong hands reached under him to hold him up. Snape's eyes stared curiously into Harry's; then looked down just in time to see the bright shade of red Harry's face had turned. Harry immediately stood properly and pushed himself out of Snape's hold, both of them embarrassed.

"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems that you are having difficulty staying in one place. Perhaps I was wrong in my decision to leave my class to you yesterday?" Snape said oddly. 'He isn't being as cruel as usual.' Harry noted with optimism.

"Actually, sir, I had no problems with the class yesterday. And, I'm looking forward to today's lessons." Harry said vehemently.

"Well, that's just too bad, Potter. Dumbledore has assigned someone to take over, mostly owing to the fact that you are still a student, meaning that you have classes of your own." Snape spat back. Glaring in (what he hoped was) a scary way, Snape growled deep in his throat, turned swiftly and left Harry standing there alone.

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