So…I got two review, and I spent a lot of time thinking…and I know where this story is going to go now. Thank you to Fire From Above and Musette Fujiwawa. Your reviews meant a lot.
So…the story shall have the same title, but the summary will change.
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No one could understand why Harry was sitting so quietly with Ron and Hemonie in the Great Hall. Albus Dumbledore stared at him with a worried look. Hermoine had sent an owl ahead of the train saying he was saying a word to anyone, just sitting quietly and softly hissing once in a while. Dumbledore couldn't help the feeling of worry toward the boy. He was not eating, and staring into space. Something was wrong.
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Harry sat at the table with his friends, listening to them talk about their summer. He looked at Hermoine as she told him about her trip to Paris.
"So, did you have a good summer?" Hemoine was trying to get him to talk. 'She's failing miserably too.' Harry thought to himself, while nodding to answer her. He glanced out the corner of his eye to see Ron looking up at the Head table and shake his head.
Harry somehow knew that Ron was looking at Dumbledore. He was trying to tell him that he was still not speaking. 'Well, would you after you had a summer like mine?' Harry thought to himself.
Sashi, who was hiding in his robes until now, peeked her head out, sensing his sudden sadness. "Child, are you well?"
Harry glanced down at her. "As well as can be expected, Sashi. They are going to ask."
Sashi was a bit sonfused. "About what?"
"About my summer, why I am not speaking, and you… I don't want to talk about any of it."
Sashi flicked he forked tongue over his hand in a comforting gesture. She knew all about what had happened to her poor child, and why he had turned mute. "Do not worry. When they talk to you, I shall be there to protect you."
Harry gave a small smile and ran a finger over her head. "I know you will, Sashi."
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Severus Snape glanced over at the Boy-who-Lived. The boy seemed fine. He wrote as such on the piece of parchment that was spelled to go to it's brother, which was in the hands of Dumbledore. He didn't understand the older wizards' worry over the boy. When the reply came, he looked back at the boy in surprise. As much as he hated Harry, he could help but feel the worry Dumbledore had when he also noticed the boy was not speaking. He wasn't even laughing at the stupid jokes his friends were making.
When Severus looked back down at the parchment. It said one thing, but it explained everything.
'Tonight.'
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After the feast was over, Harry waited for everyone else to leave. Which was a good thing for the man who was waiting for him. When Harry got up to leave, he found himself facing Severus.
"Hello, Potter." He sneered. Harry only looked at him, confused as to why he was there, talking to him no less. "The Headmaster wishes for your presence in his office. So lets not delay his wait for you any longer." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the Great Hall, Harry not too far behind.
On the walk to the headmasters' office, Harry began talking to Sashi. "I told you. They knew something was wrong and now I have to talk to them." He put more emphisis on the word 'talk', to prove he wasn't going to be saying anything.
"Child, I had no doubt they would have noticed anything. You are, after all, the light against the darkness… They care about you."
Harry snorted. "They only care because I'm supposed to kill the Dark Lord. Otherwise Dumbledore would have listed to me and not have sent me back to that…that…"
Harry didn't get to finish his sentence. Lost in conversation with Sashi, he didn't notice his professor stop in front of the stone gargoyle. He did notice this, but only after he ran into the potion's master.
Severus turned around when Harry jumped back after ramming into him. "Potter! Pay closer attention!" Harry gulped and nodded.
Up in Dumbledores' office, he wait till Harry and Severus had entered the room, before he turned his stray thought towards the boy.
"Harry, my boy, do come in and have a seat. You too as well, Severus." He smiled warmly as Harry sat in the offered chair while Severus stood a little ways back. "Harry, how was your summer?" the boy shrugged. Dumbledoregave a weary sigh. "So it is as Miss Granger said. You are not speaking." Harry nodded. "Is there a reason why?" Again, Harry nodded. "Are you willing to share why?" Harry's eyes tore away from the twinkling blue eyes. Dumbledore tried again. "Harry, are you willing to share your memories with Professor Snape and I?" This time Harry shook his head.
Severus came up to the chair Harry was sitting on. "Potter, do stop this nonsense and just let us see." Harry turned around in the chair and glared at him. How dare he think of his pain as something of a child's!
Harry's gaze softened and he felt Sashi rub on of her wings lovingly against his arm. "Calm down child. It will do no good to be angry."
Harry then looked down to see her silver head pop put of his sleeve. Her green eyes held the love she felt for him, though it was only on day since he met her. "I'm sorry, Sashi. I'm just so confused…I want to say something to them, but I can't. I want to show them what happened to me, but I'm scared. I don't know what to do…"
"Do what you think is best. If you tell them, and they turn away from you, so be it. I will still be here."
Harry nodded and looked back up at the headmaster, who was looking at him curiously. "Who were you speaking with, Harry?" Harry held up his arm for Dumbledore and Severus to see Sashi. Dumbldore held a hand out and asked, "May I?" After a argument with the snake, she slithered out of his robes and on to Dumbledores' outstretched hand. "Merlin. I haven't seen on of these kind in years… A winged snake…"
Behind Harry, Severus was staring and the silver snake. He snapped out of his daze when Dumbledore asked, "Does she know?" He watched the boy nod slowly. "So, you trust her?" He nodded again. "Will you let her tell us what happened?" He shook his head. Then, surprisingly, the boy pointed to himself. Dumbledore looked worridly at him. "You want to tell us?" Nod. "Are you sure?" After a few seconds, there was another, slower, nod. Dumbledore then nodded towards Snape. "Severus, if you are ready, we shall begin." Severus nodded and approached the boy, pointed his wand at him, and said the spell to reveal the horrors of his summer.
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Well, what do you think? Shall I keep continuing? I mean…I will continue this since I like it but would you still like to read it? Review!