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Warning: Dark chapter! It may not seem like it at first, but it is. Oh, how it is.
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm baaaack!! I hope you all like this chapter, because it's going to be a little funny. I wonder what would happen if you mix a Snape and a spider together… Heh heh. Well, he might be a little OOC, but that's the way I like it! But, some people already know that I don't keep the funny 'air' for very long. You'll find out something tragic about Harry, and I'm not sure if you'll like it. But you know what I say: If you don't like it, then don't read it!
Um, people are complaining about my lack of long chapters and saying that this story is moving too fast. I really can't help it. I just write down what I think and post it. When something comes into my mind, I write it down. I know I haven't said this before in any of my chapters, but please peeps, don't flame me.
Riley: Thank you sooo much for your review! It actually brought a tear to my eye to know that at least someone cares. I think I get more praise from my reviews than at home, and that's really saying a lot. Thank you for adding us to your prayers, Riley. That's really sweet and nice of you. I wish I could say more, but you left me utterly speechless. Thanks.
Now, on wit' da story!
Chapter 12: Potty Potter, Spiders, and Un-told Secrets
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Last time: "Sorry, Professor, but you sound funny. Like you have a cold or something." Harry said, still laughing a bit. "Yed, well, if it weren't for you, I wouldn'd sound like dis; you ad your damn nidemares. I swear, your going do kill someone id your sleep, ode (A/N: one) day!" Snape said. Harry began laughing again. He couldn't think of anything funnier than the Potions Master, who had a reputation for being a snarky old bastard, sounding this way. Snape gave an irritated sigh before plopping in a chair.
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Harry and Snape sat in total silence for a few minutes, before Harry had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. "Um, Professor Snape?" Harry asked timidly. Snape looked up from the floor, to find Harry who looked like he was turning red. "Yes?" (A/N: Snapes nose is better. Lol.) "Well, um, I, er, havetogotothebathroom." Harry said the last part in a rush. Harry knew that he was blushing terribly. He suddenly found interest in his blanket, playing with a lose string. Snape began coughing. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? "W-what?" Snape asked. Harry sighed. "I have to go to the bathroom." Harry muttered.
"Great. Poppy didn't explain how I was going to do this." Snape sighed. Snape sat in thought for a few minutes. Harry didn't realize how bad he really had to go. He began to shift in bed. "Please, professor, I really need to go." Harry murmured. Snape glanced at Harry, and sighed again. "The only thing I can think of is if I levitate you…Although Poppy specifically told me not to use any more magic on you. I don't think one more spell will hurt, though, if you're willing to give it a try." Snape said. Harry nodded his head up and down.
Snape picked up his wand, and waved it, saying "Wingardium Leviosa." An odd feeling overtook Harry, and he began to feel light as a feather. He silently floated upright, and Snape led him into the bathroom. Snape stood by the doorway, looking a little uncomfortable. "Er, I'll just, um, close my eyes." Snape said nervously. He quickly placed a hand over his eyes. Harry was floating right next to the toilet, wavering a bit, as the spell was a little unsteady.
"This is going to be a little hard." Harry said. Snape, with his hand still over his eyes, replied, "I realize that." Harry sighed as he quickly, and as steadily as he could, relieved himself. "Er, okay, now I feel better. We can go now." Harry said. Snape uncovered his eyes, and led Harry out of the room. Snape gently laid Harry in his bed, releasing the spell.
As soon as the spell was lifted, Harry's wound burst out in pain. Harry clenched his fists, but didn't cry out. He suspected that this was one of the side effects of using too many spells, but he knew he would be fine. The pain subsided to a point at which Harry could handle without being in too much pain. Harry looked up to find Snape staring at him. "I'm fine." Harry said, giving Snape a curious look. "Yeah I saw." Snape said sarcastically. "Well, I'm fine now." Harry argued. Snape glared at Harry, before turning back to his chair.
Snape stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed something very large crawling on it. "What in the bloody hell is that?" Snape asked bluntly. Harry looked over at the chair, and nearly laughed. A large brown spider was crawling on it. He knew it wasn't poisonous as he had seen one at the zoo before and the sign on the cage said 'Non-venomous.' "It's just a spider, professor. Haven't you ever seen one before? I mean you must have tons living in those dungeons at school." Harry said. "Well, the ones that I come across in the dungeons are usually small enough to step on." Snape said.
"You don't like spiders, do you professor?" Harry asked. "No, I absolutely hate spiders." Snape said without thinking. He was obviously distracted. "Here, I'll get rid of it for you professor." Harry said. Snape turned to him and gave him a curious stare. Harry reached out his hand, and began to concentrate. The spider flew into his hand. Snape gave Harry a disgusted look that plainly said that he thought Harry was an idiot. "I've lived with spiders most of my life. I used to be scared of them, but I got used to them eventually. Being locked in the cupboard under the stairs for weeks on end put me close to them." Harry said. Damn it! Harry thought. He hadn't meant to say that.
"They locked you in that cupboard. The same one that had all of your things locked in it? For weeks at a time?" Snape asked, an edge in his voice. Harry nodded his head. "No wonder you're so small for your age. Why didn't you tell anyone?" Snape asked. Harry shrugged. "I thought they did that because I did something wrong, that I deserved it." Harry said quietly. "But you didn't, did you?" Asked Snape. Harry looked into his eyes, and then quickly looked down. "No." Harry grudgingly admitted. He always did something wrong. Harry sighed. Snape didn't want to push any further, yet, so he decided to change the subject.
"Hey, are you hungry?" Snape asked. Harry looked thankful at the change of subject. "Just a little." Harry said. "Well, I'll go get something for you to eat, okay?" Snape asked. Harry just nodded his head. Snape went out of the room, and down the stairs. He went into the kitchen, which was painted dark green. It had stone stiles, much like a dungeon, ironically. Snape got a bowl out of the cabinet, and then went into the pantry to get a can of chicken broth. He looked at his microwave, puzzled. He had never learned how to use the thing, but the house came with it, as it was a muggle house.
Snape magically opened the can, and then magically heated it, pouring it into the bowl. Snape grabbed a spoon out of the drawer, and began to walk up the stairs. When he got to Harry's room, Harry was gently rubbing his neck. Snape cleared his throat, and Harry looked at him. He noticed the bowl in his hand, and gave a small smile. Snape gave Harry the bowl, and then carefully sat back in his chair. Harry gently put the spider on his bedpost, and began eating.
Harry had barely finished his broth when he began to feel nauseated. He guessed it was the effects of not eating much. Harry looked at Snape with a look of guilt on his face. "Harry, you really need to eat more. You're as light as a feather." Snape said. Harry sighed, and began eating more. When he had finished all of it, he was having trouble keeping it all down. Harry placed the bowl on his nightstand, and just sat still for a few minutes. Harry eventually fell asleep.
Snape sat in the same chair, watching Harry sleep. After a while, Snape, too, fell asleep. Snape woke a few hours later to an intense pain on his left (A/N: Is that the right arm?) forearm. He looked outside and noticed that it was in the late evening. The sun was already starting to set. Snape glanced at Harry. He knew he would be fine while he left, or at least he hoped. Snape quickly got up, and apparated out of Harry's room.
Harry woke up a while later, and saw that it was already dark outside. He also saw that Snape was gone. Harry sat up, painfully, and looked around. Once he saw where he was, he threw his head in his hands, and cried. He had had the worst dream, or memory rather, that he had ever had. He had completely forgot about that one. Harry continued to cry for what seemed like hours. Harry decided that he couldn't stand to be in his room. He had to get out. Harry began to get completely terrified. He knew he was having another panic attack.
Harry, still crying and in intense pain, crawled out of his bed. He knew that he wasn't supposed to get up, but he just had to. He noticed that Snape had a T.V. downstairs. That might be able to calm his nerves a bit. Most people would've thought that a person wouldn't be able to even move after a recent gun wound to the stomach, but Harry did. Harry knew that he had a new power, but he didn't tell anyone about it.
Harry began to slowly and painfully walk down the stairs. He, again, clutched the railing for dear life. The house was dark and as he guessed, empty. Snape must've gone to a Deatheater's meeting. Harry was glad for the solitude. He didn't think that, after what he just had a flashback of; he could trust anyone again. Harry saw the T.V. It wasn't exactly new, but at least it was something. Harry switched on the television, and began to flip the channels. He saw a Nick-At-Night show that he liked. He thought the name was 'Three's Company', but he wasn't sure. He began to watch it, but he wasn't really paying attention. Tears were still falling down his pale face as he sat in the chair in front of the television.
Visions of his flashback kept flashing through his mind. He remembered how awful that particular memory was. Of course, that wasn't the last time his uncle had done that to him, that was just the first. Harry had been so confused. He felt like he hated himself. He couldn't stand the way he felt. He felt like the only way he could be clean again was for him to perhaps burn in flames.
Harry turned his hands over so that he was staring at his palms. He could see the blood stains from his escapade at the Dursley's. Harry began to furiously scratch at himself. He felt the need to scratch all of his skin off, so he wouldn't feel dirty anymore. He scratched at his face, arms, legs, anywhere he could reach. He scratched so hard that he started to bleed. He hated himself! Why did he have to live? Why did he have to go through that? Harry scratched himself harder, more blood coming out. He suddenly felt the urge to scream, which he did. He gave an anguished scream, choked with sobs. He hated himself. Die, Harry thought to himself.
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A/N: Whoa, that was a bit darker than I expected. Well, I guess you can tell that I've been having a…rough time lately. :::Sighs::: To many bad things are happening. Anyway! Um, I think that you can guess what Harry's uncle did to him. If you do figure it out, don't think that I'm perverted or something, cuz I'm not. It's just a thing I thought of while going through my deep dark depression. The worse I feel, the more Harry tortures. Tonight I was feeling particularly bad. Plus, I just got done watching a pretty gory movie. It's called May, you should watch it if you like gore. Creepy.
Um, like I said before, people think that I'm moving too fast with the characters, but it's not my fault. Things just pop up in my head! I know that I'm going to lose a few fans after they read my chapter, because some peoples don't like that kind of thing. Please don't leave me!!!! Um, er…heh. Anyway.
Um, also like I said before, don't flame me. Please. I have a very, very bad anger problem. Even with constructive criticism, I feel insulted. Don't ask me why. It's just me. It's like someone's telling me how to write my stories when I want to write it my way and no one else's. Lol. I sound picky, but honestly, I have an extremely bad anger problem and I can't seem to control my rage.
I really don't know why I'm writing this cuz no one really cares, right? Well, I'm working on the next chapter as we speak. Please give me a little time to type it and all cuz some peeps are complaining of my chapters being too short. I'm trying! Well, thanks for the reviews, you all!!