Be careful of the Hitokiri Battousai

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A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed. Also, in this chapter, is a look into Harry's past. Also, sor sorry I didn't updated sooner, I've been busy with school, and holidays.

Chapter 8: Snape finds out

After the Welcome Feast, Harry and Kagome were led to the Slytherin Common Room by a prefect. The prefect told them what the password was, 'Serpent King'. Harry found that rather amusing. He knew that the serpent king was a basilisk. He also heard that a basilisk was here in Hogwarts somewhere. Harry made a note to look for it. They walked into the Slytherin Common Room, and the first years looked around in awe at the room.

"This is the Slytherin Common Room, as you can tell. Boys dormantries are to the left, and Girls are to the right. Remember that no boys can enter the girls dormantries, unless they have permission." The prefect said sternly.

"If the two new sixth year students will follow me I will show you where you're rooms are." Harry and Kagome began following the prefect through a hall, to two rooms.

"These are your rooms. Remember the passwords to you're room, as you won't be able to get in without it." The prefect said with an almost evil grin. Harry and Kagome shared a weirded (A/N: Is that even a word?) out glance.

"Well, what's the passwords?" Harry asked. The prefect scowled.

"On the doors. You say you're name and the password will appear. Only you can see them." Harry raised an eyebrow. Then, the two walked over to the doors, and each said their names clearly.

"Harry Potter"

"Kagome Higurashi." They both said at the same time. On Harry's door, the word 'Buttousai' appeared. On Kagome's door the word 'Miko' appeared. Harry was slightly unnerved about it. Did someone know his secret. He hoped not. They whispered their passwords and the door opened up.

"Good night." Harry said softly to Kagome, who smiled softly at him, and whispered

"Good night." Kagome walked into her room, and Harry smiled softly, then walked into his own. The room had basically all green and silver. The walls were green, and the bed was green and silver. At the end of the bed, lay Harry's trunk. Harry walked over to the bed, and fell asleep.

The next day found Harry and Kagome sitting in the Great Hall, talking with Draco, and some other Slytherins. Today they were going to start classes, for the first time. Snape began handing out their timetables, giving Harry a cold look. Harry watched Snape, a suspicious look on his face. Draco seemed to notice.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. Harry shook his head to rid it of his thoughts.

"Oh, nothing. I just had Proffesor Snape glare at me. No biggie (A/N: I love that saying )." Harry said as though he was telling the weather. Draco looked at him incrediously (A/N: Is that a word?),

"What? I'm just saying that he glared at me. Personally, I've seen better glares on children." Harry said, as defense for himself, as well as an insult. Draco gaped at him.

"Better glares on children? That has to be the worst insult you can give him. Just, don't let him hear you." Draco said to him, muttering the last bit. Harry grinned.

"Oh, I won't." He said almost mischeiviously. Draco decided instantly that he didn't like the look in his eyes.

"What are you planning?" he asked almost nervously. Harry put on an innocent look.

"Me? Planning something? You wound me." Harry said with mock innocence. Draco rolled his eyes.

"I know that look. You're planning something, aren't you?" Harry sighed.

"If you must know, I'm not planning anything malicious. Or anythink embarassing. It's not as though I'm going to tell the whole student body that I've seen better glares from Professor Snape, on children." Harry said calmly. Just then, the professor in question walked past and gave Harry a stoney look.

"What was that Mr. Potter?" Harry looked innocently at him.

"I didn't say anything professor." He said as though confused. Snape just eyed him suspiciously, then walked off. Harry watched him innocently as he walked off. When Snape sat down, Harry turned to his friends, seeing Draco giving him a shocked look. "What?" He asked innocently. Draco gave him a shocked look.

"That's what you were plotting to do." Draco whispered.

"What, me? Never." Harry said with mock hurt. Draco snorted, and Harry innocently began eating. Kagome chuckled at their antics. This was certainly going to be an interesting.

There you go.

You want more?

Ok, here you go.

Harry made his way to potions class, Kagome walking beside him. This was his first class of the day, and he was quite looking forward to it. Only problem, was the class was with the Griffendors, hence Ron Weasley would be in the class. They, the Slytherins and Griffindors, waited outside the classroom, the Slytherins ignoring the tauntings of the Griffindors. Harry noticed that they simply ignored his presence.

"Would you lot shut up? I'd prefer not to get a migraine before class." Harry said exhasperatly. The Griffendors glared at him, weak glares I might add, and was on the recieving end of one of Harry's glares. They shivvered, and decided to ignore the Slytherins. Just then, the door opened, revealing Professor Snape.

"In." He said coldly. They piled in, Griffendors taking one side, Slytherins taking the other.

"Now, hopefully you dunderheads have matured during the summer, as I will not tolerate any stupid behavior." Snape began, his soft, dangerous, voice echoing around the room. Harry found it quite interesting how his voice had the ability to stop students, and to silence them.

"I do believe we have two new students. Mr. Potter." Snape said, the snapped Harry's name.

"Yes?" Harry asked seriously. Snape eyed him.

"Where would you find a bezoar?" He asked. Harry fought to raise an eyebrow.

"In the stomache of a goat, sir." He replyed calmly. Snape seemed fine with that answer.

"Ms. Higurashi. What does Veritaserum(sp?) do?" He snapped.

"It's a very strong truth serum. It's also incredibly hard to resist." Kagome replyed.

"Good. 30 points to Slytherin. Now, we will make the Blood Freezing potion. Make sure you read the instructions on the board carefully, as it could very well injure you severly." Snape said, in a tone that almost suggested he didn't care. Harry and Kagome paired up. Halfway through, Harry felt a tug in his mind.

He stiffened as images of his past went through his mind. Susana's death, the War, watching his children, and their children grow up and die. Many painful memories. Harry looked at Snape, to see him looking at him in suprise.

Harry instantly knew he was the one going through his memories. He glared coldly at him, and was satisfied when he shuddered. Inside, Harry was fumming.

How dare someone go through his memories? They were his memories, not anyone else's. He calmed himself down. It wouldn't be good if his homicidal side broke loose (A/N: If he got angry enough, then his other side will break loose and go on a homicidal rampage). harry brought his attention back to the potion, trying to ignore the almost shocked stares Snape gave him. No matter, he'd get over it.

After they finished lesson, Harry went to leave. But, a voice stopped him.

Mr. Potter. Stay behind." Snape said in an almost tired voice. Harry sighed, and walked over to the desk. Snape watched as the other students left, and then turned to Harry.

"Now, Mr. Potter, what was it that I saw in your mind?" He asked calmly. Harry stared at him.

"You had no right to look at my memories." Harry said coldly. Snape gave him a piercing look.

"Mr. Potter. Tell me what it was." Snape demanded just as coldly. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"If you must know, it was from my past." Snape blinked.

"What do you mean from your past? You're only 16, and that was set over two hundred years ago." He almost shouted. Harry smiled sadly. "That's because it was over two humdred years ago." He said almost sadly.

"Well then, how come you were there?" Snape asked as though he were dreading the answer.

"I wasn't raised in this time." Harry said softly. Snape's eyes widened.

"Then when were you raised?" He asked. Harry closed his eyes, willing any bad memories away.

"1770." Harry replyed. Snape's jaw gaped.

"1770? How the hell did you get there? That kind of time-travelling is illegal." He said. Harry opened his eyes.

"My guardian, if you could call him that, came into this time using a very dark spell. He took me from my relatives house, and transeported us into the past. There, I was taught how to handle weapons, and how to fight any enemies. But, when I was 7, They came and took me away." He said sadly. Snape watched him.

"Who?" He asked sofly.

"The group of deadly assassins. They killed my guardian, and took away. They taught me how to kill, how to torchure, and how to destroy. They took any bit of childish innocence I might have had left, and destroyed it. They mad me into a cold killer, a deadly assassin, and a feared one." Harry clenched his fist.

"For 7 years, they trained me. Then, they had me fight in the War, and any battles they had. So much bloodshed, so much dying. Of cause, I was used to it, me being around that kind of thing since I was 7. They had me killing, and torchuring any captives they had. We all showed no mercy to women, or children. All we knew, was that we had to kill, and kill we did." Harry raised his head, and looked into Snape's eyes.

"I am not proud of what I had done. I know what true hell is." Snape found himself havind compassion on his.

"What is true hell?" He asked.

"It's knowing that you can never truely love. It's knowing that you can never see your loved ones ever again. It's seeing your children grow up, and die, and you can never see them. I had a wife, I had children. I can never see them again. Never. Not even if I try to kill myself, I can never see them." Snape looked at him, seing all the conflicting emotions in his eyes.

"Why can't you?" Harry turned away.

"I can't die. I've been cursed with immortality." He said sadly. Snape's eyes widened.

"How?" He asked in suprise.

"A miss cast spell 230 years ago." Was Harry's response.

"Who cast the spell?" Snape asked.

"Ironically, it was Voldemort. The moron " They stayed silent.

"May I go now? I have a class." Harry asked. Snape nodded, unable to speak. Harry turned, and walked out of the room. Snape leant back on his chair, processing the information.

He knew he shouldn't have looked into his mind, but he couldn't help it. Plus, Dumbledore wanted him to find out where he had been. Snape couldn't tell this to Dumbledore. It was far too personal. Plus, the boy, no man, would never forgive him. Snape groaned, and put his head in his hands.

What was he going to do?

A/N: There you go. A little insight on Harry's past. Hope you like it. It was a bitch writing it. But hey, I got it done.