A/N:Here's yet another chapter. This one's a little angsty. Hope you like it.

Nicky: I know that you're just trying to help, but I think you should wait until further chatpers to see why Harry survived all those injuries. Oh, I don't know if you know or not, but when I said 'Harry's bones were sticking out', I didn't mean literally sticking out of his skin, but just sticking out kinda cuz they were broken.Thanks for trying to help!!!

Cecily: Um, I'm sorry, but you'll have to refresh my memory as to who you are. I have a terrible memory. Sorry.

Ashley: Hey!!! What's up?? Yeah, I know I'm evil. I'm VERY evil. Be afraid. Very afraid. Muahaha!!

Chapter 7: Panic Attacks and Electricity

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After a couple of hours, Harry's scar still burned. Snape hadn't returned, yet, and Harry was a little worried. All of a sudden, Harry heard a popping noise. Harry was so deep in thought, that the noise scared him. Harry's head snapped to the place where he heard the noise. It was Snape. Seeing the look on his face gave Harry the chills. Snape's eyes were as cold as ice, and he had a deep scowl on his face. "Not a very good night...?" Asked Harry in a small voice. Snape shot him the coldest glare he'd ever given anyone. Harry shrank back.

Harry watched with nervous eyes as Snape went into his room and slammed the door. Harry decided that he should go to his room, too. Harry slowly walked up the stairs, and into his room. Harry shut the door, and went over to his bed. He sat down on it, and sighed. He looked at his arm. It was heavily bandaged, but no blood leaked through. 'Strange' Harry thought. He remembered vaguely something that happened after his uncle sliced his arm. The more he thought of it, the more the memory came back.

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Harry was laying on his bed, too weak to move. He heard the thumping on the stairs, and knew that his uncle was coming up. He closed his eyes, as silent tears rolled down his pale face. He heard the locks to his 'room' click. The door banged open, and Harry barely heard his uncle screaming, but he wasn't paying much attention. He just kept his eyes closed. Harry suddenly saw a silver glint of light coming from his uncle's hand, and Harry barely had time to see what it was, before a sharp sting landed in his arm. He screamed as the knife blade peirced his skin. Harry felt several other different stings as the knife stabbed his arm. His uncle did a bunch of other things, but those were blocked from his memory.

Harry was just sitting in his bed, his back against the wall, staring at his blood-gushing wound. He knew that he would be dead by tomorrow from blood loss. He held his arm to his chest, crying out loud. The pain he felt was unbearable. It felt like he had been under the Cruciatus Curse for 3 hours, and still suffering from it. He was also scared. He didn't want to die, especially at the hands of his uncle. He gently pulled his hand away from his chest, and looked at it. He kept, for some reason, willing it to stop bleeding. He didin't know how it happened, but there was a warmth rushing through him, and a flash of gold. Suddenly, he passed out, without any reason. As his head was falling to the pillow, he thought he was dieing.

He woke the next morning. feeling a little better. He looked around. He wasn't dead! He glanced down at his arm, and saw that it had stopped bleeding. He didn't hurt as bad, either. He could actually walk. He faintly remembered about last night, but put it down as him being delusional from blood loss. ::::::::::End of Flashback::::::::::

Harry looked around, and saw that it was almost night time. He guessed he fell asleep. He decided that he should go downstairs to see if Snape was there. As Harry was going down the stairs, he heard the clanking of a glass bottle. Flashes of his uncles whisky bottles ran through his mind. 'No,' Harry thought to himself. 'Snape doesn't drink.' As Harry went further down the stairs, and into the living room, the clanking got louder. Nervous, Harry started jogging to see what the noise was. As he was about to turn into the kitchen, he ran right smack into Snape, a whisky bottle in his hand. Snape was just about to take a swigg of the drink, when Harry ran into him, making him drop it. The glass bottle fell to the ground, and smashed into a thousand pieces.

Harry backed away as Snape gave him the most evilest glare ever. Harry quickly fell to the ground, and started picking up the shards of glass. Harry was shaking so bad, that as he went to pick up a rather large peice, it slipped, and cut his hand. Harry withdrew his hand quickly. The alchohol on the glass made the cut sting 5 times worse. Harry cradled his hand as blood dripped to the carpet.

"Get up!" Snape yelled in complete fury. Harry stood up quickly. His eyes darted to Snape's eyes. Harry stood horrified at what he saw. Snape's eyes help nothing but the utmost hate. Harry gasped, and then ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He stumbled on a few, but he made it to the top, and ran into his room, slamming the door. Harry could hear Snape storming up the stairs after him. Harry knew he had to hide. This was exactly the way his uncle started out. Harry was completely terrified.

Harry started looking around frantically. Everything was going completely hay-wire. The lights were flickering off and on, the doors were opening and closing, and things were crashing to the floor. Harry heard a loud 'BANG!' as Snape slammed open his door. "You stupid, idiotic boy! You have to go messing in other peoples buisiness, don't you?! You mess peoples lives up! Why didn't you take the place of that Diggory boy?!" Snape screamed. Harry was completely horrified. Sparks started to come from his body, but Harry wasn't paying attention. He backed up against the window, and, all of a sudden, the window flew open, and Harry fell backwards.

Harry grabbed a hold of the window sill with one hand. He couldn't grab it with the other one since it still hurt. Harry was just hanging there, not even struggling to get back up. He kept thinking about what Snape had said. Maybe he was right... Before Harry could let go of the window sill, he felt a pair of hands grab his one arm. At the same moment that Snape grabbed his arm, he felt a warm sensation go through him. He also heard Snape hiss in pain. Harry saw sparks jump out from his body. This had happened before, but he couldn't remember when.

Harry felt a tug on his arm as he was being lifted. As soon as Harry came back through the window, though, he instantly crawled to a corner in the room. Harry's eyes were wide in horror. When Snape inched towards him, Harry backed up more against the corner. "I-I-I..." Snape said. Snape moved closer to Harry, and Harry started to look more horrified with each step Snape took. Harry closed his eyes really tight, and screamed. "No! Go away! Leave me alone!" The lights buzzed a little.

Harry started to breath faster. Snape reached out to touch his arm, but before he could make it to it, he recieved an electrical shock. Snape withdrew his hand quickly. "Ok, calm down, Potter." "No!" "Potter, you're having a panic attack. You need to calm down." "Why? I thought you didn't care what happened to me! I thought you wanted me dead?! You have no idea how much I would've loved to take Cedric's place! Why don't you just take a knife and stab me! Here, I'll do it for you!" Harry said, before somehow conjuring a knife. Harry slid the knife across his arm, making crimson blood fall to the ground.
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A/N: Heh. Yet ANOTHER cliffy. Jeez I'm evil. Oh well. Hope you liked this chapter.