Harry sat on the edge of the Forest, leaning tiredly against a tree. Ceroth was on his knee and Harry was stroking him gently.

"Hey Harry," said Mark, sitting down beside him.

Harry smiled at the first year. "Hey Mark."

"You don't look too good."

Harry snorted. "Thanks so much for the compliment."

Mark showed his tongue and Harry mock-glared.

"So, how are your classes going? Enjoying Hogwarts?"

"Yep," said Mark happily. "A lot better than Primary School."

Harry laughed. "Definitely."

"Christmas is coming soon," said Mark excitedly.

"Mark, it's only the end of September," said Harry looking at him weirdly. Mark pouted.

"You were supposed to say that 'Indeed. Time sure is flying by past.'"

Harry laughed. "Now did I?"

"Yeah!" said Mark, still pouting. Harry grinned at the youngling. He seemed so innocent, careless and young.

Harry pulled him into a hug. However he didn't expect to be tickled by Mark. Harry began to tickle back and Mark was rapidly loosing.

Then Mark's Slytherin side kicked in. His eyes widened in horror.

Harry stopped tickling him.

"H-H-Harry?" Mark said, looking terribly afraid.

"T-T-There's a p-p-pink toad b-b-behind you."

Harry turned, but saw nothing. When he looked back, Mark was no longer there, but running for his life, laughing madly.

"Why you little sneaky snake!" Harry shouted and began to chase him around. While running away, Mark grinned victoriously. He hoped that Harry would not get back into a brooding mood again.

Then Mark felt something solid against him and almost fell, but something caught him from behind and lifted him.

He looked up and saw that he had run into Professor Snape and Harry had caught him. He now lay in Harry's arms.

"Sorry, Professor," said Harry as Mark began to wriggle.

"Oh no you don't," Harry growled and shifted him in his arms. "You, Mark Evans are in big trouble."

Mark looked up at him with an angelic face that worked very well on Hermione.

"But Harryyyy," he whined. Harry smirked.

"You, my dear little snakypie have made me, an old person, chase after you for hours."

"You're old?" asked Mark innocently.

"Humph. I am 15 and have no energy to run chasing little, sneaky kids."

"But Harryyyyyyyyy," said Mark, pulling his puppy eyes. His warm chocolate eyes grew teary and his lips pouted.

Harry smirked.

"You know that it doesn't work on me."

Mark immediately stopped pouting and looked defeated.

"It works on Hermione."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Harry narrowed his eyes.

Mark wriggled out of his arms and tackled Harry. Neither noticed Snape snort softly and leave.

Admin Emerald has joined the chat.

SlythDragon: Hey Emy!

Emerald: Hi

Emerald: I'll never get you to stop calling me that, huh?

SlythDragon: Nope.

SlythDragon: Couldn't sleep?

Emerald: Nope...

SlythDragon: Me neither. And I'm tired. I'm feeling just so restless.

Emerald: I'm not even feeling tired.

Salazar has joined the chat.

SlythDragon: Hey Salazar! Couldn't sleep either?

Emerald: Hello

Salazar: Why are you two still up?

SlythDragon: I was feeling restless.

Salazar: Oh indeed?

SlythDragon: And Emy over here is crying over his loss. He lost to Mark Evans in the tickling competition.

Emerald: Shut up Dragon!

SlythDragon: :P Make me.

Emerald: *glares*

SlythDragon: Well?

Emerald: Well what?

SlythDragon: Gonna tell me what got you so grumpy?

Emerald: Eh..Maybe later

SlythDragon: *pouts*

SlythDragon: Fine. I'm offended.

Emerald: :P

SlythDragon: Ok, it's sooo tirin to chat with you, Em. I'm going ro slep nw.

SlythDragon: tiing*

SlythDragon: tiring**

SlythDragon: to sleep now*

SlythDragon: Night.

Emerald: Good night.

Salazar: Good night, SlythDragon.

SlythDragon has left the chat.

Salazar: Well, aren't you going to bed?

Emerald: Nope, just waiting in case someone wants to chat.

Salazar: Did you visit Poppy for a Dreamless Sleep Potion?

Emerald: ...

Emerald: Not exactly.

Salazar: Emerald...

Emerald: Yes?

Salazar: Do you want for the incident to repeat, what happened a few days ago.

Emerald: Nope.

Salazar: Well then.

Salazar: Well?

Emerald: Yes?

Salazar: Aren't you going to sleep?

Emerald: Nope.

Salazar: Are you going to Poppy right now?

Emerald: Nope.

Salazar: Are you coming to me?

Emerald: Nope.

Salazar: Am I getting you from your common room again?

Emerald: Nope.

Salazar: Emerald, you will come here this very instant!

Emerald: Nope.

Admin Emerald has left the chat.

Harry cursed the battery that ended at the worst moment possible. Sighing, Harry got up.

Severus was fuming. It was a wonder that his ears weren't steaming or his eyes weren't glowing red.

He threw open the Gryffindor common room painting after saying the password. But the common room was empty.

He cursed and slowly made his way into the dorms.

Weasley was snoring loudly and it was a wonder he hadn't lost his voice yet.

All beds had snoring bodies in them, except for one in the distance. Oh it did have a body on it, only it wasn't sleeping.

Sitting with his back to him, Harry was— Potter was looking out of the open window at the stars.

Severus cleared his throat softly.

Harry turned and sighed. At Severus' motion he went into the common room and from there followed him to his quarters.

"You know it is impolite to leave a conversation without a single word," said Severus, crossing his arms.

"My computer's battery ended," said Harry. Severus pursed his lips.

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you have two personalities?"

Severus almost lost his cool.

"What do you mean, Potter?" he growled.

Harry looked at him thoughtfully.

"At daytime you are Professor Snape. A snappish and annoyed man, who absolutely hates everything and everyone." Severus glowered, but Harry wasn't finished. "And yet in the evening or night you are Salazar. The witty, smart and sarcastic man."

Severus really didn't have anything to say on that.

"It's hard to imagine that Salazar and Professor Snape are the same person..."

Severus didn't answer, instead gave him a Calming Draught with a quiet command to drink it.

Harry glared at the vial.

"What now? Are you too good for regualr potions? or maybe someone should make new potions just for you every single time? Just like your father. No respect for anything."

"Don't say a word about my father!"

"Oh I will. I can tell you so much about him! the way he always bullied everyone, how he took what he wanted, how he treated everyone like he was the king and the others were his slaves how-"

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted. "I think you got the wrong person. The one you are talking about is you not my father!"

"Get. Out."

A vial shattered.

Harry was only too happy to comply.

As the door slammed shut, Severus thought 'Oh no.'

Severus made his way through the castle frantically.

He saw Minerva and Argus both on his way, but on the question if they had caught any students out if bed, they answered negatively.

He checked most of the towers, abandoned classrooms, but couldn't find the boy.

He had given up trying to call him Potter in his head since he had already called him Harry too many times.

Of course Harry didn't have to know that.

Almost without any hope, he made his way to the Gryffindor tower. He saw someone lying on the couch in the common room.

He sighed. He could see very well, that he wasn't asleep.

Putting his best scowl on, he walked around the couch only to see a part of a book sticking out from under a pillow under Harry's head.

"Potter, I am well aware that you are not asleep."

Harry opened his eyes slowly.

His emerald eyes searched the Professor's face.

Then he slowly sat up.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said with a sigh. "I'm sorry for insulting you."

Suddenly there was shuffling and Ron appeared from the dormitories. He was really sleepy, his hair was a mess as were his pyjamas.

"Harry?" he slurred, making his way to the couch, tripping a few times. He looked around a bit before looking at Harry. "I 'eard a nose."

"You mean a noise?"

Ron looked confused then: "Yea...that.."

He giggled. "'Arry, I can see Snape in our room? Strange dream, eh? Oh well...He he..." Ron fell onto another couch snoring again.

For a moment Snape and Harry were watching the boy, who was muttering about huge spiders in his sleep.

Harry could feel Snape's eyes on him so he turned to look at the man, whose eyebrow was raised. Harry snorted and shrugged.

"Okay, Potter," said Severus. "I will leave if you will go to sleep."

Harry frowned. He didn't really like the idea. But then again, he knew that the Professor won't leave him alone until he did so.

"Sir, just before I go, may I ask something?"

Severus considered it for a moment then nodded.

"Why are you always awake as well?" Harry asked softly.

"I have things to do," Severus said firmly.

"Really?" said Harry. "Because I'm quite sure chatting is not something you 'have to do'."

Severus cursed himself. He had no answer.

"Something's bothering you, isn't it?" asked Harry, but it sounded more of statement.

Severus sighed. Was it really that obvious?

"Professor, that is one of the reasons the chatroom exists. To get things that bother you off your chest. They don't know who you are and they can't judge you," Harry said gently.

"HARRY!" came a shout from Ron, who woke.

"Yes Ron?"

"The sp'ders! They are comin'! And 'ey are wearing Um'ridge's, Fred's, George's, Dumbledore's and Snape's heads as crowns and 'ey wanted to make me d'nce ballet, wh'le eatin' lemons. I don't wanna eat lem'ns!"

Harry sighed. There we go again.

"You show those spiders, Ron! Show them who's boss!"

"Yeah..show 'em...show 'em..."

He fell asleep again.

"Does that happen often?" Severus asked and Harry chuckled.

"Yes...a bit...too often," said Harry with a grin.

"Well, Goodnight, Professor," said Harry.

Severus nodded back, but followed Harry up his dorms and watched critically as Harry climbed into his bed and lay down.

Harry could still feel the Professors stare on him as he closed his eyes. He opened them again only to see Snape smirk and leave with a quiet, yet smug "Goodnight."

Harry woke up early next morning, feeling rather refreshed.

Then the memories of last night came crushing down.

Apparently the same thing happened to Ron, as he came in with a horrified look.

"Harry, can you believe it? I saw a really weird dream yesterday. I mean Snape was here. Here! In Gryffindor tower! Ha! As if he's ever poke his huge nose here!"

Harry laughed. Oh how very wrong Ron was...

Apparently Snape hadn't forgotten the last night either and as Rn sat, drawing circles in his Potions Journal, Snape said: "Weasley! 15 points from Gryffindor. Maybe I should make spiders come after you to make you dance and eat something disgusting to make you pay attention!"

Ron's eyes widened. He looked horrified.

Severus smirked and looked at Harry, who was doing his best to hide his laughter. Aplarently he wasn't having success as he had to stand and run from the classroom.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Harry fell onto the floor, dying out of laughter.

Maybe there was a piece of Salazar in Professor Snape as well?