Soooooooooo sorry!
I say that a lot lately...hmmm...have to work on that.
Anyway, I AM sorry for updating so late, and for the intro being so short, but it was just an idea that popped up in my head.
But I figured out what I'm planning to write, so here's my first real chapter...still a bit short though...

enjoy and please don't flame about it being short, or late, or grammar errors, English is not my native language.
criticism is always welcome though...if it helps :D

A/N: this takes place at the end of book 2...if you read the last page(s) of the book you'll read that they have a feast, celebrating that the basilisk is gone, and that school continues for the rest of term…
So, my story takes place just a few days after the feast to celebrate the death of the basilisk.

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Chapter 1 .:Haunted:.

"Hermione! Where are you going? Dumbledore told us to-"

"Can't you see Ron! Harry wasn't at dinner and Dumbledore told us to go to our dorms because 'something happened'. There must have been a fight!" Hermione said, waiting for Ron to follow her.

"Again! But why didn't he tell us then?" Ron asked as the rest of the students just passed them

"Who cares! I'm sure Harry's in the hospital wing. Come on!"

The both of them took off o the first floor

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"Albus, I'm glad you're here. I need yours and Severus' help." She began when Dumbledore entered her office.

"What's the problem Poppy?" Dumbledore asked, knowing she normally didn't ask for help.

"It's Harry. He woke up. But as soon as I get near him he puts up a barrier. He just doesn't see that his wounds need treatment." She sighed.

"Of course he sees!" Snape snapped

"Then why...?"

"Are you really that dense woman!" He asked with a sneer.

"Now now Severus. She-"

But Snape ignored Dumbledore's attempt to calm him down.

"He has blood on his hands. He's responsible for the death of 13 people. And he knows it. He doesn't want you to take care of him, because he doesn't care for himself anymore." He said angrily.

"But I ineed/i to take care of his wounds. He'll die if I don't do anything!" she said, tears forming.

Dumbledore laid a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her. So he didn't notice Snape leaving the office until the door was slammed shut.

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Hermione slowly pushed the double doors leading to the hospital wing open.

She silently entered, Ron right behind her.

She looked from left to right, but all she saw was empty beds.

They just wanted to turn around and leave when they heard someone shout at their right side.

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"What do you want?" Harry asked in a distant, haunted voice after he let Snape pass through his barrier.

"Your wounds need to be treated, Potter" Snape said pulling a few vials out of a cupboard next to the bed.

"No they don't. Who cares anyway...?" Harry whispered in a pained voice.

"Yes they do. And there are enough people who care. What about your friends?"

When Harry didn't respond to that he slowly advanced.

"Here, drink these three. And then pull of your shirt so I can treat your wounds."

Harry cautiously took the potions and drank them. But he didn't move to pull of his shredded and bloodied shirt.

"Mr Potter. This is not a time for your stubbornness!"

He walked up to Harry and tugged at his shirt.

Harry yanked away from him, curling up in a defensive ball and started to murmur in parseltounge.

Snape raised an eyebrow and he gently turned Harry's face to look at him.

He looked the boy right in the eyes and did something he normally only did when pressured by Voldemort.
He crept into Harry's mind, trying to find out what kind of memory could have caused Harry's reaction.

When he found it he backed away in horror.

"Gods Potter. Why didn't you tell anyone? Why? -"

"Don't start! Not you too! Not you of al people! I don't need your bloody concern! I don't want people to fuss over me! I just want to be left the hell alone! So FUCK OFF!"

To say Snape was shocked is quite an understatement.

He hadn't expected the irritating but always polite boy to yell like that.

He'd seen the boy angry before. (Him being the reason) But he never, ever, heard him swear.

"Harry? Are you there?"

Snape whirled around to see Hermione and Ron standing at the doors.

"They can't see us?" Snape wondered out loud.

"I still have the barrier up...But it doesn't stop sound" Harry replied in a meek voice, startled by his own outburst.

Snape turned back to Harry, raising an eyebrow as to ask 'what are you going to do now?'

Harry looked him right in the eyes, almost causing Snape to take a step back in utter shock.

'Merlin, Potter. Your eyes. They're...I don't know...They're...'

'Haunted sir? To old for my age maybe? Killing does that to a person, doesn't it?' Harry asked sarcastically.

'Don't speak to me in such a tone Potter." Snape said agitated.

'Or you'll do what? Kill me?' Harry asked in a surprisingly serious voice.

'Go ahead then.' He said spreading his arms. 'You've always hated me. So why won't you? Then I'll have my rest.'

Now Snape bdid/b take a step back.

When Snape saw Harry's amused look at that, he held out his wand and slowly approached him, masking his face to not show anything.

Harry lowered his spread arms and closed his eyes, waiting for some kind of spell to hit him. He didn't expect to happen, what did happen.

Snape sat down next to him on the bed and pulled him into a light hug.

First Harry was to shocked to react, and when he was able to push against Snape's chest he stopped, realising he was never held by anyone before.

Tears started running to run down his face as he clung onto Snape's arms as he sobbed into Snape's bloody robes, drenched in his blood.

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"Miss Granger? Mr Weasley? What are you two doing here? I thought I was quite clear when I said beveryone/b should follow their heads of house to their common room"
Dumbledore said coming out of Madame Pomfrey's office, looking stern.

"Yes sir, it's just-" Hermione began but was cut of by Dumbledore's raised hand.

"I said everyone because I don't want students wandering around the corridors. So follow me you two. I'm sure Minerva will be pleased to hear where you have gone off to." He said in an accusing voice which he normally didn't use.

"Sorry sir." Hermione and Ron said in unison, trying to keep up with the quick strides in which Dumbledore took off.

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"Sorry sir." Harry murmured into Snape's shoulder.

"It's ok. After such a thing you just have to let your emotions go...You ok?" Snape asked, not able to mask his concern.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine...Thanks sir..." He added quietly, not knowing how Snape would react.

"Don't thank me yet. First we need to bathe you, and after that treat your wounds. Believe me...It won't be pretty..." Snape replied getting of the bed.

"A bath sir? But-" "I could get Madame Pomfrey..." Snape interrupted, knowing how Harry's reaction would be.

"NO! No!...I'll bathe..."

Harry carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed, lowering himself to the floor.

But as soon as he tried to put weight on his feet his knees gave way.

Snape quickly dove forward and caught him. "Watch it..."

"Thanks si- Wha-! Sir!" Harry yelped as Snape picked him up, bridal style.

Snape ignored him as he carried Harry into the adjacent bathroom.

He sat Harry down on the edge of the bathtub and turned the tap on, switching on the showerhead.

"Pull off your clothes while I make sure the water is the right temperature." Snape said holding his hand under the beam of water and puling it back, obviously to hot. So he turned the tap a bit and repeated the action.

After a bit of a struggle to get his torn clothes off, Harry lowered himself into the 4-inch high water.

Snape carefully let the water fall onto Harry's shoulders, causing Harry to winch in pain.

"Is there no -Auch!- other way to clean-" Harry grimaced "these cuts...sir?"

"There could be." Snape said, shifting the beam of water onto Harry's shoulder blades.

"But I would not risk it. Knowing the dark lord, he altered the spells he used on you..."

He shifted the beam to Harry's side.

"You lost quite some blood, I can't even see the wounds under it...Lean forward a bit" Snape ordered as he shifted the beam again.

Harry leaned forward, resting his chin on his drawn knees. Not long after he did that he could feel the water on his lower back.

"But what could go wrong sir? How could Tom have altered the spells to do harm if a cleaning spell is cast?" He asked, his voice wavering as the water pounded into a quite deep cut.

Snape let the beam run over Harry's shoulders again, removing the last bits of dried blood

"You have to keep in mind that the dark lord was a slytherin, he would've- Oh Merlin..."

The showerhead clattered onto the floor as Snape stared at Harry's back in shock.

"Sir?" Harry winched at the pain it cost to turn around.

"Sir? What's wrong?" He asked uneasy with the emotion showing on Snape's face: worry

"W-what spell did the dark lord use? O-on your back?"

Harry frowned, Snape showing emotion wasn't a good sign, but Snape stuttering was a totally terrifying idea.

"I don't know if I heard it right...But it was something like Secta...Sectum...and something after that..." Harry said silently, not wanting to remember what happened.
"Sectumsempra?" Snape asked, horror written all over his face.

"Sir what's wrong? I'm still alive aren't I? What's the problem?" Harry asked, now really freaking out at the emotions Snape was showing so freely.

"I have to go" Snape said getting up and quickly leaving the bathroom.

"Sir? Sir!" Harry called after him, but Snape didn't turn around...

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And? How horrible was it:P Please let me know so I can take it up in my next chapters.

I'm almost certain I'll update late again.
So: Sorry in advanced :S

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(Possibly) in the next chapter

"Enter." Snape said, his back turned to the door.
"Sorry I'm late professor"
Snape turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway. Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a green t-shirt instead of the school uniform and school robes.
"Potter? What are you doing out of the hospital wing?" He asked seeing the numerous bandages.
"And why aren't you wearing your uniform? Your robes at least"
Everyone looked up surprised that Snape wasn't taking points but was...concerned.
"They're all covered in blood or wrecked sir" Harry said dryly, sitting down next to Hermione.
Snape gave him a look, but then turned around to face the blackboard again...