Authors note: The disclaimer was on the first on and it is the last that I'm doing because I find it quite pointless to repeat myself and take up precious writing space.
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The day hadn't gone particularly well, yet it hadn't gone particularly bad either. Harry had actually managed to get most all of his homework done without much interruption. His trepidation was now on his lessons with Snape. They were in less than an hour, and Harry was so apprehensive about going he actually thought he might not.
He decided not to tell Hermione or Ron unless they questioned him about it. Harry was more content to just sit in the common room, and watch his friends carry on about their business. Hermione had finally pulled her hair back, as Harry always told her to, revealing a very feminine face that a few of the second years were staring at. She was knitting sweaters by the fire, and Harry was quite surprised to see that she had learned to make patterns.
Ron was reading a copy of the Quibbler, whose biggest story was about Ron's favorite Quidditch team. Harry surveyed Ron's strong profile as his eyes twinkled, and his lips twitched lightly. The loudness in the background wasn't incredible, neither was the lack of speech between the three uncomfortable.
"Harry, haven't you got Occlumency lessons tonight?" Hermione interjected the silence. "It's nearly six." Ron didn't move, but his eyes continued to scan the printed page of the magazine.
"Yes, I have." Harry answered absentmindedly. " I had better get going." Harry gave Crookshanks a gentle push, and the startled cat jumped from his lap. Giving a big yawn, Harry stood and stretched, never taking his eyes off Ron's lying figure.
"Wait up for me?" Harry looked at Hermione. She shook her head and Ron managed a weak 'yes' before Harry walked away. At least they would be there to hear him vent about Snape's mistreatment of him.
With every step toward the dungeon, Harry had wished that he had a pensieve to get rid of his lustful daydreams, so that Snape couldn't reach them. He wasn't as worried now as he had been earlier because he had more confidence in the progress he had made with Dumbledore.
Maybe he could reach into Snape's memories this time instead. A little smile formed on his lips, but he still had a very uneasy feeling about all of it.
Snape was waiting in his office, with a scowl on his face. Harry put his eyes to the floor timidly as he entered.
"I want to do this as much as you Mr. Potter, " he stood up from behind the desk and gave Harry a gruesome look. "I'll ask you not to speak of last time."
Harry shook his head agreeingly, and stood before Snape's desk. His professor jet black eyes watched him in utter contemn. Harry could feel his skin crawling as he tried to look at everything, but Snape.
Harry thought Snape was intimidating in the classroom, but one on one it was much worse. Snape exuded so much power and hatred, that Harry was finding trouble keeping his hands still.
"Shall we begin then?" Snape took out his wand and held it in the air. "One…Two….Legilimens!"
Harry hadn't had a lot of time to clear his mind, but he rapidly did so and realized that he was in complete control. In his head he visualized a Blue bond between himself and Snape. Slowly he forsed the blue back into Snape and could see Memories flashing before him. They weren't his though.
The first image was that of a little boy crying to himself in a corner, as a tall black-haired man stood over a crying woman in complete rage. The second was that of a dark hooded figure, and Snape himself on the ground writhing, while laughter seeped from behind the hood. And the third was shocking, It was of Harry's father sitting alone below a tree by the lake. The sun was setting in the background and he could see Snape walking up the path.
Suddenly Harry fell down as if a blunt object had struck him. He opened his eyes and Snape was leaning on his desk, with sweat dripping down his forehead. He clutched his wand in the other hand. He was panting loudly, as if he had put all his energy into fighting off Harry.
"Sir, are you all right?" Harry said weakly, more out of politeness than actual concern. He was actually happy that he did this to Snape. Harry smiled inwardly as he watched his professor run his hands through his greasy hair and try to regain his erect state and composure.
"I'm fine boy!" Snape snapped, sounding quite offended. " I see you've progressed quite incredibly."
Harry hadn't moved from the ground, for fear of seeing a fury that was all Snape's. Harry's eyes lay on the black robed man, unmoving, barely even blinking. Their eyes met, and Harry shot his professor an arrogant smile. Snape just scowled behind a head full of greasy black hair, his lips allowed the sight if a few gritted teeth.
"Get up off the floor Potter!" Snape said angrily, his pallid complexion glowing in the flickering firelight. Harry realized that Snape was not angry because he was beaten, but because Harry had seen something that he was intended not too. Quickly Harry got to his feet and stood before the desk.
He watched as Snape reached for the pensive and set it on the table before him. The tip of his wand weaved through the black jungle of hair, and pulled a thin silver strand from his temple. Harry knew at once that it was the one of his father that Snape had removed. But why? Was it that embarrassing? Harry shrugged it off as Snape put the little bowl aside.
"Shall we begin again? One….Two…..Legilimens" This time Harry hadn't gotten the chance to ready himself enough and was caught off guard when he started reliving his past memories.
A hundred dementors were attacking him in the quidditch pitch. He was flying high on the back of a thestral. He was watching Ron sleep. A little voice inside his head said 'Harry, you've got to fight it, before he sees.'
Again the blue streak came up and Harry was forcing it back to Snape. Slowly he pushed it back to him and Harry could again see Snape's memories.
A young blonde woman was walking up to him, with a smile. He was clutching a dead body, and his hands were completely imbued in crimson blood. He was talking to Dumbledore in his office. His nude figure was slouched in the shower, and in his hands were gripping his own massive….
Harry had felt something strike him again, he fell backwards and narrowly missed a shelf full of glass jars. He opened his eyes and Snape was leaning over his desk, gasping and clutching his midsection. Harry blinked and stood to his feet quickly. Snape looked up at him.
"That'll be enough tonight potter." Snape looked utterly helpless. "You speak to no one of this, Do You Understand?" Harry shook his head in concurrence. "NOW LEAVE!"
Harry ran back to the common room at a breakneck pace. He was extremely happy to see Hermione sitting in the chair by the fire and Ron sprawled on the floor in front of it. She rolled her head to the side of the chair and smiled at him as he came to sit down.
It was nearly eight o'clock when Harry had returned, but it felt much later. Harry plopped down on the chair with a slight confusion written across his face.
"How'd it go Harry?" Asked Ron as he propped his head up on his hand. Harry shrugged and settled back into his chair.
"Well it couldn't have gone too horribly, could it? After all you said you'd been progressing." Hermione insighted. Harry gave her a miserable look and she shot him a questioning glance.
"Tonight's were with Snape. Dirty git." The last two words he had mumbled quietly, but they were still quite discernable. Snape had seen Harry's memory of watching Ron sleep. He had also come quite close to seeing Harry's homosexual fantasy.
"Oh. What'd he do?" Asked Ron with a limited curiosity. Harry told the two about the entire session, not sparing a detail.
"Eww. You really saw that?!" said Hermione in a completely disgusted voice. Harry shook his head and tried to act nauseated by the fact that he had seen Snape masturbating. In all truth he wasn't. He actually was kind of turned on by it.
"I'm going to bed." Said Ron and Hermione mumbled in agreement. By that time the common room was quite empty, save for one or two studying seventh years. Harry followed Ron up the steps, glancing every once in a while at his muscular behind.
"Ahhh. That's really nasty Harry. Ahhh." Ron's sentence was stifled between two heart yawns. "I betcha Old Snape was really embarrassed that you saw him doing his duty, ya know? Ahhh. Boy I'm tired."
Harry changed into his sleep apparel quickly, whereas Ron just fell to bed in his robes. He snored loudly as Harry tucked himself into his covers.
Harry really couldn't believe that he saw Snape doing that. Out of all the people in the world he could never really picture Snape being exactly sexual. He always figured that it was lack of that created such a cranky heir about him. Then again, everyone has their needs. Not even magic can prevent or relieve that forever.
Harry also wondered about His father's lone figure sitting below that tree, and being approached by Snape nonetheless. It all seemed well enough in that memory, Snape even wore somewhat of a smile. He found it quite odd that they seemed to be on speaking terms then. An aura of friendship surrounded that memory. How could it have gone so wrong?
Questions for another day he assumed and closed his heavy eyelids. He fell into sleep thinking about Snape walking toward his father, completely in the nude and grasping something in front of him.
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The Sunday was quite uneventful. Harry had completed all of his homework quite early which let him and Ron go to the Quidditch pitch to practice before the actual one began.
When he and Ron had finally entered the common room, Hermione had left for the library. They decided not to chase her, but to instead play a game of wizard's chess. That managed to consume about an hour, but the two were left bored when it was over.
They sat about, until Hermione stumbled in, her tiny figure laden with heavy books. She paid not the slightest bit of attention to them as she poured over the books at the table. Every so often she would mumble something, and pick up her quill to record a figure or two.
Before long, both Harry and Ron wondered down to the pitch for practice. Angelina was already giving a steady lecture on how the slytherins acquired a new keeper, so they were going to practice hard on offense for their upcoming match in the following week.
The practice went fairly well considering they had no beaters that day, because they were serving a fierce set of detentions for Mcgonagall. Both Harry and Ron sauntered back to the Gryffindor tower, for their showers. Hermione was still pouring over her books and Harry was in no mood to talk so he just went right off to an early bed.
Tomorrow would be a new day and he would have to face Occlumency lessons with Snape. On the plus side, he had no potions the following day, so he would only have to see old snivellus once.
He drifted to sleep, without another worry…..
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So what'd you guys think of chapter two? It was a little longer, but it gave more clues as to whats going on. And I say that as if my summary didn't, HA! Please R&R. Again, flames are welcome if you see fit. Its all constructive here =). I will try for another chapter tomorrow or the next day, so check for em please =).