"Any abnormal results?" he asked coldly. She closed the curtains and led him outside.

"Thankfully he's alright… However the boy needs a great deal of support. Someone to talk to. Someone he trusts." She said.

"Good, you can talk to him." Severus said.

She frowned and sighed. "I don't believe the boy trusts me enough."

Severus shook his head. "Well he's not telling anyone else and I'm not-"

"Well, the headmaster would be a good option, however if he doesn't want anyone else to know for now then you're the only one." She said. Severus shook his head. He couldn't believe this.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I must be. I know neither one of you have even shown much goodwill to each other. Yet he told you about this."

Severus reminded himself that he couldn't tell her about the occlumency lessons. "I doubt the boy would even come to me willingly."

"He came to you today didn't he? How did that happen again?" She asked, glancing at her watch. Four in the morning.

"Not the time for that story. The headmaster knows he was with me… Mister Potter will choose in the morning, when you let him know." He said. Hopefully the boy would remember their animosity by morning.

"Very well. We'll let him sleep a couple of hours more. I'll wake him up an hour before breakfast. It would be good if you were here too." Severus sighed. This was already stretching the relationship he ever wanted to have with Potter's son beyond his wishes and expectations.

"I'll be here at seven." He said and turned to leave. He had three hours to try and sleep. Damn it. The child should never have been raised by those muggles. He still remembered Lily's rotten sister. Everything would have been easier if the brat had been raised by a wizard family and spoiled to death. It would make it easier to hate him.

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Harry didn't want to wake up when Madam Pomfrey came over. However when he opened his eyes he was surprised to see that the sun was already out. He sat up as the matron paced around preparing the hospital wing.

Snape was gone.

The memories of the night before fell on him like a ton of bricks and he cringed, covering his face. How could he had told Snape that? How? At the time… no… it was the only option. Snape was going to see it anyway.

"Good morning mister Potter. How are you feeling?" Madame Pomfrey asked coming to sit by the bedside, a wave of her wand closed the curtains.

"Fine…" he mumbled. "I'm not sick. I can go." He said.

"Yes… well… there's still a matter we need to talk about isn't there?" She said. Harry looked up as Professor Snape walked through the curtains. The professor looked as grouchy as ever and Harry clenched his hands into fists.

"I have to get my things for today." He mumbled. With a wave of Snape's wand, his school robes and backpack were on the foot of the bed. Harry glared at his neatly folded robes. He was annoyed, but the anger he felt for his most hated teacher didn't compare to the utter embarrassment he felt.

"Mister Potter, Professor Snape has informed me of your situation and that you don't wish anyone else to know. For now, I'm willing to comply. As long as you answer my questions with honesty." Harry shifted and grimaced in discomfort.

"I already told professor Snape everything."

"Well… Harry, I'm glad you could confide in him." Harry's eyes flickered to Snape who gave him a meaningful look. The occlumency lessons were a secret… and he didn't really want anyone knowing the reason for them anyway. Damn all these secrets. "Is it alright if he stays while you answer my questions?" She asked.

He wanted to say no… but Snape was going to see it later anyway, and if the bastard was going to make him sit through this interrogation then he wanted him to suffer through it. Then again he didn't want him to see him crying again. He blushed again at remembering and looked away.

"No. I want to go. Now. I don't want to talk about it!" Harry exclaimed, turning to stand.

"Harry… I must inform the headmaster then." She said. Harry wanted to scream, or kick something.

"Fine! Ask whatever. And Snape can hear it too!" He sat down but didn't look at either one of them.

He gripped the bed sheets as he glared at the stone floor. Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat and started. "Did a muggle truly touch you inappropriately?" She asked.

"Yes." Harry answered quickly.

"Did he take you to his bed in any occasion-"

"Yes." He hissed.

"How old wer-"

"Nine, ten, fifteen." He said.

"…You-" He heard her pause and the need to hit something rose once more.

"I went to him. Ok? It's not like I was imperioused to go there!" he exclaimed.

"Mister Potter, I assure you that even a muggle can master the art of manipulation without you being to blame for it."

"Like a puppet on strings." Harry mumbled and glanced at Snape, glaring at him. Snape glared back and sneered as he looked away.

"…No one is blaming you mister Potter. Neither should you." Harry sighed and didn't reply. "How often did-"

"Four times, for hours." He hissed.

"Madam Pomfrey, perhaps this line of questioning is proving more detrimental than helpful." Snape said. She sighed.

"Very well mister Potter. You seem to be more comfortable, at least about this subject, with professor Snape. In exchange for my staying quiet about it for now, I want you to meet with professor Snape once a week to talk about it.

"I'm sure that won't be a problem." Harry replied. The occlumency lessons surely count. Got him out of this.

"Good, you have every Thursday afternoon free. You'll spend two of those hours with professor Snape. I expect a report professor Snape." Harry whirled around.

"Definitely not." Snape took the words out of his mouth. He was not spending even more time with Snape than necessary.

"My conditions." She repeated. Snape clenched his fists and Harry glared at him. Why wasn't the other just telling Dumbledore? It would end his suffering much faster.

"Fine!" He hissed. "Are we done here?"

"No. I want to ask Harry now about his family environment. Nothing more. Get comfortable professor." She said calmly. Harry huffed and Snape crossed his arms over his chest but didn't move to sit down.

He finished telling her everything by the time breakfast had started. She then left them alone. Snape waited for her to leave before turning to him.

"I will take points if you're late to potions. Also, as our luck will have it, today is Thursday, I will see you at four in my office. If anyone asks, say I caught you vandalising the whomping willow and gave you a year's worth of detention." Snape said and turned to leave.

"What? My friends will never believe that professor." Harry replied. "…how about that you caught me stealing from your stores."

Snape turned and eyed him suspiciously. "And why would your friends believe that you would steal from my stores this year?" Harry ignored the last part.

"I'll just tell them I ran out of Murtlap tentacles."

"Interesting, and why would you need the prime ingredient for a potion that heals and soothes cuts and abrasions?" he asked. Harry opened his mouth to reply but frowned and kept silent. Snape glanced down at Harry's arms.

"I don't have anything!" He exclaimed hiding his arms behind his back, glad that following his detention with Umbridge his hand was only bruised. Yes it ached but at least no markings were obvious.

"I caught you stealing from my stores then. You're going to be late for breakfast. Go." He ordered. Harry grabbed his things.

"I'm not hungry anyway." He grumbled.

"Well I am. Don't be late Potter." Snape snapped and stormed off. Harry watched him go. He held his folded uniform closer and went to get ready.