Hey guys,

Here's chapter 7, sorry its taken me so long to write, but I promise I'm on the ball now, I also recently updated my Peter Pan story and my Gallagher Girl stories, so make sure to check them out and now on with the next chapter :)

Yours Truly,

MissGallagherGirl

Harry looked up at the dreaded hands that had taken away his chance to be free... the black sleeves, calloused hands, and long nails.

"No" he whispered to himself, he closed his eyes wishing he had jumped just a little sooner.

It couldn't be, it wasn't.

He peered up a little bit, tracing his stare up to the mans face.

The long silky black hair, the abnormally sized nose, and the pitch black abyss's of eyes.

Snape.

The hands pulled him up and stood him on the astronomy tower, steading him, and then pulling him farther away from the edge, just as a precaution incase he decided to attempt to jump again.

Harry looked up and met the man's stare, they stood there in silence until...

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING BOY?"

Snape bellowed.

Potter stood there, looking up dumbly before in a low voice asking,

"Why did you stop me".

He sniffled, then in a pitiful voice said,

"I was so close".

Snape looked at the apparently disturbed boy.

He sighed, he really didn't have patience right now for a mentally unstable Potter, but he couldn't just leave him alone now or send him back to his dorm as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, all Harry could think of was how he'd never be able to face Snape in class or for that matter anywhere, again.

Snape gazed down at the pitiful boy.

And for the first time Snape took in the boys appearence, he was way too thin for a boy of 15 and had the build of maybe more of a 12 or 13 year old.

He had dark bags and circles under his eyes and frozen tears that seemed to want nothing more then to pool down his face.

He looked absolutely dreadful and pathetic, like a small little boy, lost in the world, then again that was exactly what he was.

Imagine at the age of only 15 having the entire fate of the world on your shoulders.

As this was all going through Snape's mind he was beginning to think maybe just maybe, he should cut the boy some slack in class.

All of a sudden Harry had a coughing fit, which brought Severus back to reality he knelt down, so he could look his arch nemesis's son in the eyes.

"Really Potter, pull yourself together" he said while patting the boy on the back to stop him from hacking up his throat.

The poor boy really did look quite tired, rubbing his puffy eyes that were filled with the look of despair.

"Come with me Potter, lets get you back to bed".

"We're going back to my dorm" Harry queried unbelieving his luck that Snape wasn't pursuing the matter farther.

"Absolutely not, after you just attempted to take your life I'm not going to send you back to a room with a window that could just as well be your death sentence".

With that Potter looked around wildly and pulled back,

"No, please don't take me to the infirmary, I just can't bear to be there right now."

That was exactly where Snape had been planning on taking the troubled boy, but now seeing the desperate desire in his eyes to go anywhere but, Snape decided on the only other solution, after all Potter needed sleep and if not in his dorm or the infirmary, there was only one other place.

"I'm not taking you to the infirmary Potter, we're going to my room and you're going to get a good nights sleep and when you wake, you and I are going to have a long discussion on just what you planned to accomplish tonight".

And with that Snape grabbed the still slightly weeping boy by the arm and pulled him down to his personal quarters, knowing he was going to regret this.