A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry my last chapter was a little messed up. I don't know what the problem was. I noticed that my web page link didn't work, and I'm sorry. Here's the web page: http:// w ww. angelfire. com /wizard2 /hpfanfiction /Webpage. html ßYou're gonna have to delete all of the spaces, though. I can't remember if I said it last time, but there is music on some pages of the sight.
Okay, now I'm gonna leave some messages for my dear reviewers on Chapter 14:
Narcissa-Malfoy-22: Thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you liked the flashback, as well. I didn't know how people were going to react to that. I'm very touched that you think I'm a very talented writer. That's something you say if you really want to make me happy.
My trick-or-treating went fine. Didn't get as much candy as I would've liked. Didn't get half as much chocolate as I would've liked, but my uncle gave us the candy that he bought. I didn't get to draw the mark on my arm cuz people were rushing me and my friend and I didn't have time. You are so lucky that you got to go to Fright Nite. I've been wanting to go there for so long now, but don't have enough money. Lol, the zombies sounded…nice. I'm glad that you had fun. Btw, I'll try to look at your fic and leave a review.
AJ-Wolf-AJ: :::Blush::: Am I really one of your favorites? That really makes me happy. To know that someone enjoys my work to say that. That you. Btw, Harry and Snape will have a lot more in common soon. Thanks for reviewing!
Heather Snape: Yeah, nightmares are sad. Ah, fighting over Sev, are we? Lol. Yeah, Sev is one on my most favorite characters, so I can see why.
Denise: Yeah, I figured it was you who sent me the e-mails, but I just couldn't be sure. I hate mistaking people for other people. I feel so stupid afterwards. Lol. I'm sorry my website wasn't there. Word musta cut it out, or somethin'. I'm glad you liked the chapter, and the flashback. You just gotta know that Sev was abused. I mean, it's in the way he acts. The things he says, and all that. Again, thanks for offering the help that you did. I'm very grateful.
Mordsith Kalae: I agree with you. I'm also a very big bookworm, and I read things like that all the time. There's rarely a time when my nose isn't stuck in a book. I'm glad that you like my writing.
Milenn Cassandra Riddle: Lol, yeah, that person really picked a stupid topic to complain about. :::Blush::: You really think that I'm a great author? Thanks so much!
A Frind: You're welcome. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who's was a Deatheater for Halloween. Lol. Yes, Dumbledore might do something to them. If he does, it will most likely be painful and OOC. Lol. I'm glad I could take some stress from you. My name's Amber, and I'll be 13 on December 11th. Do you still wanna be friends now that you know my age? I mean, I don't really know any 15 year old that would hang out with a 13 year old. Except the boy I like, maybe, but that's it. But, then again, I only have two friends, so I never really gave it a chance. Just in case I miss your Birthday, Happy Birthday!!
Madam Whitbrook: I'm sorry that my story isn't original. I can't help it, really. I write my story because that's how I feel. People don't have the exact same thing as me, so I make mine different. I don't really have a story plan for this story. I mean, I just write what comes out. I don't plan it, or anything. I hope some things in this story are original. Thanks for taking time to review the story!
Kelek: Well, he is in my story. Plus, when someone was interviewing JK, she said that Harry would sometimes get hit by Vernon, so I just made it a full on abuse story.
Lady Lily3: I'll try to update my chapters a lot sooner. Sorry it takes so long.
She-Elf4: I'm glad that you took the time to read this. I can't wait to read your story. I think that it should be set in Harry's time. If you could, please make it in Harry's time? But, of course, it is your story, so do whatever you want. I am so pleased that you like my story!
Ters: Yup, it is a dark fic. Lol. I'm glad you like it. Harry's powers? Well, in almost all of my unfinished fics on a different site, Harry had weird powers like these. You see, I'm highly interested in Telekinesis, and Harry sort of…has that. But, I've read some fics where he's trained to control his new power, and all that, and I don't like'em much. So, Harry's powers, in this story, are just there. They're not there to be controlled, and all that, so…yeah.
Tatil: I'm glad to reply to your review. I, also, don't get many replies by people, but when I do, I'm extremely happy. Lol. And no, I haven't been to a mall in…well, years! Lol. And I've had most of my clothes for about 3 years, so no new ones, yet. Lol. My life revolves around ff.net, also. Well, that, and Clay Aiken. Lol. I hang out with my 2 friends, sometimes, but not very often.
Dragon Lady: I'm sorry for sounding mean last time. I wasn't in the best of moods. Yeah, I, too, have seen a bunch of fics go that way, and then couldn't read them anymore. It…well, sucked is the only word to describe it. Lol. Don't worry, though, this fic won't be Severitus Challenge, or slash, or anything like that.
Barbarataku: Thank you so much. I'm really not 13 yet, but I will be on December 11. That's close enough, though, right? Lol. Yeah, my mom really does drive me nuts, but sometimes she's cool. Well, I don't know anyone who's mom is cool, but you know what I mean. Lol.
Cornflake: Yeah, I know it was just a suggestion, but it was a little harsh. And I'm sorry for being a little…hateful. I didn't realize that you were trying to be humorous. Don't take it personally, I get that way sometimes.
Now for the people who reviewed on 'Chapter' 15:
Queenie: Thank you so much. You don't know how much that means to me.
Maggie: Thanks. Yes, I think my mom's okay. She seems fine, but I know better than that. I'm glad that you're enjoying my story.
Sword Wielder - Firebreath: Thanks for the compliment. Am I really a good writer? And with the trial, I'm a little lost. I don't know what to write for it. I'll probably have a vote. I'm sorry for not updating soon enough.
Barbarataku: Thank you so much, and I'll try to remember that.
Lady Lily3: :::Sigh::: Well, honestly, I don't know how dark my story is gonna get. Dark in some chapters, comfort in others, and then sometimes a mix of both. That's basically how it goes.
Luna: Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad that you like my story.
Jessyka: I don't know. Should Harry win the trial? I'm gonna have a vote, so stay tuned. Yeah, they do need each other. I'll be sure to tell my mom that. Thanks.
Snowbunny3: Yeah, I think my mom's okay. I'm glad you like the story, and thanks for the review.
Cornflake: Well, I could only wish that it was painless. Lung cancer, or any other kind of cancer, isn't very painless. But, who knows. They had him drugged on morphine, and all that for the last month that we found out he had cancer. Anyway…
Tatil: Thanks, and I'll be sure to e-mail you.
Wynjara: Thank you so much. I need some good vibes.
Okay, that's all the reviews that I got so far. Thanks everyone! By the way. If anyone has seen the movie 'Signs' with Mel Gibson, then they'll notice that I sort of stole a scene from there. Not exactly, but sort of. Okay, now I better get on with the story. Here ya go!
Chapter 15: A Nice Breath of Fresh Air
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Snape glared at Harry. He actually had the nerve to ask him that. He didn't think that he was actually about to tell Harry what is was about. "It was just a normal nightmare, Potter. Just like yours." Snape said, before walking out of the room. Harry paled a bit. He didn't have normal nightmares.
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Harry sighed. He was highly confused by his professor's attitude towards him. He was nice, then he wasn't, and it just continued to switched. He didn't know what he was going to do. He decided that he would just go into his room and think of something there. That was more easy said then done, of course. After Harry's walk up the stairs, he was completely exhausted and in pain. He grabbed onto the wall for support as he left the room.
When Harry finally got into his room, his breath was coming in short ragged gasps. He didn't understand it. He could walk up the stairs, but not be as tired as walking a few feet to his room. It was driving him crazy. He knew that he shouldn't even be walking around, but that didn't stop him.
Harry was just about to walk over to his trunk, when his scar burst with pain. The pain was so unbearable that he fell to the floor. The pain just continued to get worse with every breath Harry took. Harry felt something warm flowing between his fingers that were clutching his scar. He figured it was blood, but was in too much pain to really think about it.
Tears were falling down Harry's face. He didn't know what was going on. Harry's scar continued to bleed. He also began to shiver violently, as if having a spasm attack. Harry rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face into the floor as if that would stop the pain. He furiously bit his lip to keep from screaming.
Harry could barely breath by this time. The pain still hadn't subsided at all. It may have even gotten worse. The carpet beneath him was soaked with blood, but he didn't have the will to move. He didn't know how long it had been since he had come through that door, but it felt like ages. It had probably only been about 10 minutes.
Suddenly there was a knock on Harry's door. Harry didn't answer. He heard his door open, and then a gasp. Snape ran over to Harry, and knelt down beside him. He noticed that Harry's breathing was highly irregular. "Make it stop." Harry whispered in a shaky voice. "Please, make the pain go away." Harry added.
Snape turned Harry onto his back, and then just stared in shock. Harry's face was completely covered in blood, and he was clutching painfully at his scar. Snape pried Harry's hands away, and blood gushed through. Harry's hands latched onto Snape's robes as his scar kept throbbing.
Snape conjured up a towel, and he began to wash the blood off of Harry's face. After that, he put the towel on Harry's scar to try and make the blood stop coming out. After a while, the bleeding stopped, but Harry's hands still clenched Snape's robes. He was still shivering like mad, and his breathing was still coming out in painful gasps.
"Harry, try to calm down. Just breath slowly." Snape said, sitting Harry up against his bed. Harry acted like he didn't even hear him. His breathing just kept getting faster, like he had run a 10 mile marathon non-stop. Snape knew that he was hyperventilating. He had to do something before Harry blacked out.
Snape grabbed Harry's shoulders, and place him into his lap (A/N: Like the part in Signs where Mel Gibson places his son in his lap when he's having an asthma attack in the basement.) "Harry, try to breath with me. Take deep breaths." Snape said, trying to get Harry to breath normally.
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I can't breath. The pain has subsided, but I still can't breath. I think I remember something like this happening at the Dursley's before. What do they call it? Asthma? Yeah, that's it. Snape's trying to get me to breath, and I'm desperately trying to tell him something. I can't talk. I'm now taking short gasps for breaths. My throat is burning with the air trying to force it's way in. I think I'm dying.
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Harry's breathing was reduced greatly, now taking in only short, painful gasps. Snape was trying his best to help him, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. "Pro-fe-ssor. C-an't br-ea-th. A-asth-ma." That was all Harry could say, before he started coughing. He had used too much air to so those very few words. Snape understood what he said, though. He grabbed his wand, trying to think of the correct spell to use. When he finally came up with one, he cast it immediately.
Harry began to take deep breaths, swallowing the air greedily. To say that Harry was exhausted was an understatement. Spending the last few minutes trying to gulp down air and not succeeding really tired him. He leaned his head against Snape's chest. Harry realized that he was shaking like a leaf. He also noticed that he had tears streaking down his face. He didn't bother to wipe them away, though. He just continued to shake.
Snape noticed that Harry was shaking. He himself was shaking a bit too, but it went by unnoticed. "You're okay, Harry. You're okay." Snape whispered. Harry unwillingly let out a small sob. He was scared. It wasn't very often that you almost bleed to death from a scar, and stop breathing, only to be comforted by your most hated enemy.
After about 10 minutes, Snape found out that Harry had, again, fallen asleep. He decided to put him to bed. He picked Harry up, and laid him in his bed. As Snape was about to walk away, a small hand gently took hold of his. He looked, and saw that Harry was awake, and looking pleadingly up at him. "Please don't leave me." Harry whispered. Snape felt his heart clench. "Don't worry, I won't." Snape replied. He conjured up a chair, and sat in it.
Harry's eyes began to droop. For some reason, he felt safe when Snape was around. Like nothing could harm him. Except maybe in his dreams. He knew that bad things happened in his dreams, but he didn't want to think of that right now. He just wanted to sleep. He was tired from the day's events. His eyes closed completely, and images began to stir in his mind. Bad images. Images of murder, blood, and Voldemort.
"Well, my fellow Deatheaters, it seems we have a traitor on our side. I don't know who it is, but I have my suspicions. I bet our new prisoner knows who it is." At this, two Deatheaters dragged forward a woman with black elegant hair that went all the way to the small of her back. She had very pale skin, and her eyes were a brilliant shocking blue color. She was wearing long, ragged robes that were torn in various places. Harry was mesmerized by her beauty.
"Engel, do you care to explain who our dear traitor is?" Voldemort asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I will never tell you anything! You are a horrible monster who should be killed!" Engel screamed. "I will give you one more chance to answer me. Is your lousy offspring the traitor?" Voldemort yelled. "Death before dishonor." Engel whispered defiantly. "Very well, then. Aveda Kedavra!" Voldemort called, before a jet of green light hit Engel square in the chest.
"You will be very sorry for not answering me. You've just put your own son in danger. Rest in peace, Engel Snape." Voldemort whispered coldly. "Everyone, the traitor is the one and only, Severus Snape. We will use him for his abilities, and then kill him."
Harry shot up. He was covered in a cold sweat, and his heart was racing. He couldn't believe what just happened. He looked around, and saw Snape still sitting in his chair. Snape was staring off to space, oblivious to Harry. A shiver went trough Harry's body as the dream replayed in his head. Was that really Snape's mum?
When Snape finally became aware that Harry was awake, their eyes met. Snape saw utter fear in Harry's eyes. "What's the matter?" Snape asked, concerned. Harry shook his head. "No. No, no, no, no, no!", Harry whispered. "Harry, what is it? What happened?", Snape asked, beginning to feel fearful. "Traitor…Voldemort…Engel Snape.", Harry started babbling.
A flash of pain crossed Snape's eyes. "What about her?", Snape asked softly. "She's…Voldemort killed her!", Harry said. Snape shook his head furiously. "No! She was already dead! My father killed her!", Snape kept saying. "Professor-", "She was already dead.", "I saw-", "She was already dead!", "Professor, I saw Voldemort kill her!", "NO! SHE WAS ALREADY DEAD!", Snape, who was standing up with fists clenched, screamed.
Harry saw Snape's eyes glitter. Not with anger, but with unshed tears. Snape blinked furiously, and then turned his head. "Professor, are-are you okay?", Harry asked softly. "I'm fine! What's it to you, anyway?", Snape said coldly. "Well I…never mind.", Harry said, agitated. All he was trying to do was be helpful. But he couldn't even do that, could he? Harry bloody Potter wasn't supposed to help people, he was supposed to kill them. Great, Harry thought. Just bloody great!
Snape started to walk out of the bedroom door, when Harry said something. "Professor, where are you going?", he asked timidly. "Out. I'm going out. I'll be back later.", Snape said stiffly, before walking out the door. Harry heard him stomping down the stairs, and then a few minutes later, a door slamming. He knew Snape was going, like a lot of people who had horrible lives, to get drunk. Harry shuddered to think of what Snape was like when he was drunk. The last time he saw Snape with a drink, he had only taken a few drinks and he was horrible; but when he was completely drunk? Oh God, Harry thought. Help me.
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It had been two days, and Snape still wasn't back yet. Harry could very well fend for himself, for his wound didn't hurt as much, but he was extremely worried. What if Snape wasn't coming back? Harry often thought of that question. He would've contacted Dumbledore, but he didn't know how. There were no owls, and there were no special powders to use for the fireplace. He figured Snape must have hidden them for some strange reason.
Harry was currently in his room, cradling a small blade. He had just discovered the wonders of its uses. He didn't really know where he got it at. It was just like the knife that he conjured up. It was just…there. Harry looked over his wrist, and saw the cuts. They were only a couple days old. He started doing it the same day that Snape left. It was an easy release for his pain. He was about to make one more cut, before he heard the front door open. He heard some climbing on the stairs, and then some stumbling.
Harry peeked his head out of his bedroom door, and saw Snape lying on the ground with his eyes closed. Harry guessed that he just passed out. He ran out into the hallway, and crouched down next to Snape. He had to plug his nose from the awful stench. The smell of hard liquor on Snape was enough to make a person gag. Harry sighed. He gently grabbed Snape's arm , and hoisted him to his feet. They both began stumbling into Snape's bedroom. Harry, from the weight, and Snape from the beer.
Snape began tumbling towards the ground, but Harry struggled and finally succeeded in getting him up as straight as he could. "Come on, Professor.", Harry ground out. They finally made it to Snape's bed. Harry laid him down, and then backed away. He didn't want to be around him while drunk as much as possible. So, Harry headed off towards his room. As he was about to leave, he heard a voice call him. "Potter." Harry turned around, and saw that Snape, with his eyes barely opened, was looking straight at him.
"Y-yes?", Harry stuttered. "Potter, m'sorry. I shouldn' 'ave left you. But I was so upset. Things wif my mum. My f-father killed her, see? He was a abusive bastard.", Snape drawled on in his drunk voice. "Professor, I don't think you should be telling me this.", Harry said. "Hmm? 'otter, what are you doin' in my room? I's mine, now get out!", Snape said forcefully. Harry shot out of there like a balloon.
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A/N: Hey all. I'm so sorry that it was short. I just figured that I've been without posting long enough. I hope that you liked the chapter. It may not have been what you all expected, but a few ideas got to me. You can probably bet that there will be more cutting in the next chapter. If you don't like that kind of stuff, don't flame. Just don't read it anymore.
Okay, now with a vote. I want you all to vote on if Harry will win the trial and live with Snape, or lose the trial, stay with the Dursley's for a while, and get tortured more. Majority wins. Just review and tell me what you want. The deadline is in the next two chapters. That doesn't necessarily mean that the trial will be in the next two chapters, but that's just the deadline. Thanks you all so much for reviewing, I really appreciate it, and I hope that your not all that discouraged about my chapter.