A/N: Hey all! What's up? Thanks for the reviews!! More story to come for my good fans!

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been really busy. My mom had to go to the hospital, and get surgery, so I had to help her around the house and stuff. Anyway, on with the story!

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Chapter 8: Of Astraphobia and Achluophobia (Fear of thunderstorms and darkness)

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Harry couldn't help it. He couldn't take any more. He just felt like he wanted to die. He didn't know how he conjured a knife, but he didn't care. Harry kept cutting until his whole arm was covered with blood(A/N: Not the arm that Harry had wrapped up). "Potter, stop! You're going to kill yourself!", Snape yelled. Harry put the knife down, looked up, and asked one single question that nobody could answer. "Why me?", was the last thing Harry said, before passing out.

Harry's electric shield began to die away as Harry sank more into unconsciousness. Snape quickly swept Harry up, and laid him in his(Harry's) bed. He grabbed his wand, and said a spell. Harry's arm stopped bleeding. He said another spell, and the knife wound healed, except for the scars that were left. Snape knew he couldn't do any more magic to Harry, or he'd possibly die.

Snape went downstairs, and sat in a chair. He sat, thinking. He didn't know how long he sat there, but a little while later, he heard the stairs creak, and turned. Potter was standing there, looking straight at Snape. As soon as Snape looked into his eyes, a flash went into his mind. It was a slightly disturbing flash. He heard a teenage boy scream. He saw blood. He saw Harry and his uncle. "Please Uncle Vernon! Don't do that! NO!!!" ***Whip*** "Ahhh!! Please!! No more!!!" Snape was left in blackness. All he could hear was sobbing. Snape finally came back into reality. He saw Potter slide down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. He put his head in his hands, and began to shake. He heard Potter sobbing violently

Snape slowly got up from the chair, and went over to Harry. He didn't really know how to comfort anyone, let alone a teenager. Snape gently patted Harry's back awkwardly. Harry tensed. He didn't like it when people touched him. "Like I said, Potter. I'm not going to hurt you." Snape said softly. Harry slowly looked up. "You saw it too, didn't you? That was on my first day back at the Dursleys'." Harry said quietly. He quickly wiped his tears away, and put his head against the wall. "God I'm weak. I can't even say something without crying." Harry said. Snape looked at Harry sharply. "No, you're not weak. You've endured so much pain in your life. Not even grown men can handle that all. Not me, not the Headmaster, nobody." Harry looked up at Snape, and said suddenly, "I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'm really tired. G'night Professor." Harry got up, and slowly walked up the stairs. Snape sat there, looking at Harry as he went up the stairs, and then sighed. This was going to be a long summer.

Harry went up the stairs, and into his room. He looked outside his window. The wind was starting to blow, and the sky was cloudy. Harry knew that a storm was coming. He hated storms. Harry went over to his bead, and laid down. He was tired. Harry closed his eyes, and, for once, fell into a deep sleep, but not for long.

Harry awoke to a loud crash of thunder. He sat up bolt-right in bed. He quickly got out of bed, and ran to his window. He lifted up the blinds a little, and looked out. A huge bolt of lightning lit up the whole sky, and Harry gave a loud scream, which was covered up by thunder. He ran out of his room, down the stairs, and into the living room, trying to find the light switch. He found it, and switched it on, but as he did, lightning lit up the sky again, and the light quickly died. Harry was left in total darkness besides the lightning outside.

Harry was completely terrified of the dark. He was also terrified of thunderstorms. He looked around frantically, looking for something that might have light, but didn't see anything in the darkness. He didn't want to go back upstairs, because he thought that something might jump out at him. He didn't want to stay down there in the living room, though. He tried to think happy thoughts. He pictured himself with his parents. He knew that if he had parents, then he'd be crawling into bed with them, safe from the storm.

Harry gave a yelp as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around, and saw Snape standing there. Harry gave a relieved sigh. He wasn't alone anymore. "What are you doing up, Potter?" Snape asked. Harry looked at the ground. "I don't like thunderstorms" Harry mumbled. He half expected Snape to make a mean comment, but he didn't. "I see. Lights go out?" Snape asked. Harry nodded his head. "I'm guessing that you're scared of the dark, too?" Snape asked blankly. "Yeah." Harry whispered.

Snape sighed. Harry, feeling a wave of dizziness, sat on the floor against the wall. Snape decided to sit down, too. They sat there in silence. Harry finally realized how tired and cold he was, and he started shivering as his eyelids drooped. Harry must have fell asleep, because the last thing he knew was his head falling, and landing on Snapes shoulder.

Snape was completely shocked when he felt Potter's head land on his shoulder. He hadn't been expecting anything like that at all. He couldn't stop a small smile from coming to his lips. He gently lifted Harry's head from his shoulder, and got up. He carefully picked Harry up, and was shocked by how light he was. Snape slowly walked up the stairs, and into Harry's room. He gently placed Harry in his bed, and pulled the covers over him.

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A/N: Well, how was that chapter? I'm not gonna just have Snape and Harry acting completely nice to each other, yet, but it's a start. Notice the 'yet'. ***Hint, hint*** Lol. Actually, I have no idea where this fic is leading. I dunno when the next post will be, so be patient.