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This is by far my worst chapter and probably my worst dialoguing yet. To much talk, no action, a vary lame ending, bad chapter plot, lazy mistakes, and a very small, stupid twist. Oh well, every thing I write, no matter how bad, gets us closer to the good parts!

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That night, after Harry had spent an irksome evening with Professor Snape planning out the demise of the Dark Lord. Harry wanted to as dramatic and ironic as possible, Snape had wanted it to be an underhand, calculated event. Harry knew no death defying stunt could be calculated and planed to be exact, something would for sure go wrong and perfect calculation could hardly bend to meat unexpected circumstances, and they were sure to arise. Best to plan it in a more spur of the moment kind of way.

Harry had sent a letter to his old boss Anthony with the rest of the money Harry had on him. Greedy bastard. He needed a favor from Anthony, if he obliged, then it would only be to perfect for Harry.

Harry's plan was nuts, he knew. He didn't care. As long as Harry won, he didn't really care what happened to him. However, despite the apathy he showed in front of Snape, Harry's nerves were shot and he was scared shitless. If they failed, that would be the end of it. Game over, Harry's fault.

Snape was supposed to be gone for the night, off with Dumbledore or Voldemort, Harry wasn't sure. All he cared about was that he had Snape's rooms to himself and he intended to take advantage of it.

Harry dug through his school things, then finding what he was looking for he stood up and took the little box where he kept his cigarettes and a couple of pills, back into the sitting room thing and opened it. He looked closely at the pills he had in his hand, they were small and orange. He recognized then as Speed. He always felt particularly creative when he took this particular drug so he grabbed a long roll of parchment from his trunk, popping one of the pills as he went. He also grabbed a set of different colour pens before taking his things to the table in the sitting room.

Harry, who was starting to feel the effects of the drug, unrolled the parchment. It stretched about four feet giving him lots of space to doodle on.

Around two in the morning Harry was starting to feel sick, he didn't know if it was end of the drug ride or of if was due to having had to many cigarettes. His head was spinning and his stomach lurched uncomfortably. He stood quickly and made a dash for the bathroom.

Harry didn't hear Snape come in, he was on his hands and knees in the bathroom leaning into toilet bowl, puking his guts out.

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When Snape entered his rooms the first thing he noticed was the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. Second thing he noticed was the mess of his table, pens, paper and paints and a pack of cigarettes were strewn across the surface. The third thing he noticed was the sound of retching coming from the bathroom.

"Damn it Potter!" As Snape passed the table he noticed a single orange pill next to Harry's smokes. "Oh, not again!" he thought Harry may be trying to kill himself again. He ran to the bathroom cursing adolescent stupidity. He found Harry on his knees and vomiting into the toilet. He was trembling from head to foot as resurfaced gasping for breath, one arm held his stomach. Snape didn't say anything until he was sure the boy had finished being sick and could breath properly again.

"Potter!" Snape watched the boy spin around, though he only looked startled for a moment, in fact, Harry grinned coyly. A reaction Snape wasn't expecting.

"What did you take?" Snape advanced in a slightly threatening manor. It didn't have the effect Snape had hoped for.

"What do you mean?" Potter said with an insolent look. Snape stared hard at him, crouching low so he was face to face with Harry. He saw the familiar signs in his eyes and came to the conclusion Potter was stoned. Yes, definitely stoned.

"Up you get." Snape grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him up. He dealt with the Slitherin's who were often know to abuse certain substances. Though he'd never would have suspected the-boy-who-lived to sink so low.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me..." He struggled against Snape's firm grasp. Harry couldn't stand being touched.

"Not until you tell me what you took." Snape said as he tugged Harry along to his private office.

"Fine! I think it was speed." Harry said making a last fruitless tug to get away.

"You think?" Snape wasn't pleased.

"Don't make people repeat themselves. It drives me mad when people do that..."

"That is besides the point!" Snape growled. The had reached his private office, it looked more like a lab. Snape pushed Harry into a seat in front of the desk.

"Don't move." Snape said as he went in search of his Sobering tonic.

"Whatever."

Snape grunted as he pulled a small, glass bottle of purple liquid out of an old cupboard, and held it up to the light examining it. He popped out the cork and shoved the bottle at Harry. "Drink it."

Harry did. The bottle dropped from his grasp and he clutched his head in pain, gasping. As quickly as the pain had come, it subsided leaving Harry's head clear and sober. Harry was now feeling guilty and nervous.

"Now that your back to normal, we shall have a little chat." he said in a dangerously polite voice. "Sitting room now!" he marched a humiliated Harry Potter from his office and back down they hall they had come from. Harry didn't notice the paintings before, but on the walls were hung paintings of people who Harry guessed to be relatives of Snape's. Every now and then Harry would recognize a long nose or a pair of black eyes or other Snape like attributes in the characters glaring at Harry from their frames.

"Sit." Snape ordered as they reentered the sitting room. Harry did as he was told, siting at the same place he'd been working at all night. He shuffled papers nervously trying to clear away the mess as Snape glared at him from where he sat across from Harry.

"Before I start lecturing you, do you have anything to say?" Snape said as he laced his long fingers together and rested his chin on them.

"I don't know. What is there to say? I didn't think you'd be back tonight." Harry was trying put a blank mask over his face but was having great difficulty hiding his embarrassment.

"Fine. First," Snape held up the pack of smokes. "none of this while in my quarters, understood?" Harry nodded. "Second. Explain to me what you meant by you think you took speed."

Harry sighed. "I bought them off the street, I asked for something to give me some pep and they handed these over. End story." Harry was now fiddling with the corner of the large drawing he'd done on the roll of parchment.

Snape was looking annoyed. "Putting a side the dangers of the actual substance abuse." he paused. "You just took an unknown drug, it could have been anything, you could have suffered far worse damage then just puking all over my bathroom."

"That's exaggerating it a bit much. I did recognize what is was, iv done this befo..." he froze. He'd just admitted to having done drugs before. You could tell Snape had caught this by the sickly smile he now wore.

"Famous Harry Potter the drug addict." Snape said grimly, "imagine the state of the public if that got out.

"Im not a junky." Harry to was getting annoyed. Snape was sitting there, mercilessly misjudging him. "I rarely do shit like this, and beside what the hell do you care if I decide to get high in my own time!" Harry was expecting to be yelled at, or at least something. Snape just sat back in his chair quietly watching Harry's face.

"Any more confessions?" he said at last. Harry just stared, he was not ready to have a conversation about his private life with his least favorite teacher. Harry was surprised when the said teacher was quite interested in the private life of his least favorite student.

"Why do you care?"

"I admit that I don't. But I think it would be best you told someone what kind of trouble you get into away from school. Like how about telling me why you ran away this summer? People are keeping it mostly quiet."

"I should think so." then Harry sighed. "Because I didn't feel like dealing with what was going on at that place." Harry spat the last two words, referring to the Dursley house.

"Cousin teasing you again?" Snape thought Harry was being over dramatic, having run away from simple problems like that.

"Hmm no, Im afraid he no longer has that liberty." Harry said cryptically.

"Meaning?" Snape was now showing genuine curiosity.

Harry sighed again. "My aunt and cousin died in a major car accident. I think it was the night after it happened my uncle came home drunk, he put a gun to his temple and blew his brains out. Not a pretty sight. I called the police and stuff, and ran away during the mayhem that tool place afterwards." Harry just pretended to be immersed in his drawing, he didn't want to look up. This was a pointless conversation. And Harry was starting to have trouble holding up his head due to tiredness.

Snape noticed this. "The potion I gave you has the side effect of drowsiness. Go to bed." Harry nodded and started to try and stack his paper mess together. "Leave it, just go." Snape snapped, he was irritated but he didn't know why. He watched the teen leave the room.

Snape wondered dully why he had chosen teaching, he wasn't good with kids at all. This boy needed help and Snape didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to Dumbledore at the moment because Snape didn't want him to know Harry was in the school or else he'd send Harry home, wherever that was.

Snape stood and walked around the table to where Harry had been sitting. He looked down at his drawings. There was no doubt Harry had a rare talent in art. The paper was filled with random drawings. A few were comic relief drawings of a cartoon dark lord with a panhandling sign with the words 'will kill for money' printed across it.

The rest of the drawing consisted of animals, nature scenes, needles, another Voldemort dressed as a hippy and staring off in an odd way with the caption 'A Trip to LSD Land for Ol'Voldy' above it. A very realistic looking yong girl staring off into space while sitting on the floor, leaning against a staircase that snaked its way all along the page. There must have been fifty random drawings on that one piece of parchment alone. Some were coloured, others were not.

Finally Severus tore himself away from the drawings and fell into one of the cushioned chairs by the fire. What am I supposed do with you Potter? This isn't how the golden Gryffindor boy was supposed to act! What happened to the insolent, attention-seeking child Severus had known for so long? He never excised A voice in the back of his mind was telling him. Or maybe he did, but he's been dead sixteen years now. James Potter and Harry Potter are two completely different people...Snape sighed. He knew he'd acted unfairly towards Harry ever since his first year, and Severus was now paying for it. Well time to grow up and handle this like man, he'd find away to help Harry like he'd done with many of his Slitherins. If you can ever get Harry to trust you...

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I can't believe you read that, was that not horrible? First chapter ever where flames are welcome. Next chapter is where the action begins. Then once voldy is outta the way we can get the heart of this story once and for all! Yippy!

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