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Here's the next chapter, also special shout out to CheyRainAwesomness, one of my favorite reviewers!

Well on with it... :)

When Harry finally awoke in the morning, the first thing he noticed was that he was indeed not in the Gryffindor common room, the next thing was the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee, and then the familiar spotting of billowing robes.

Snape.

Now he remembered everything, the argument, the jump, being saved by his most hated professor, coming to his private chambers, and falling asleep on his couch.

Worse yet, he remembered the words Snape had spoken to him the night before, today Severus Snape was going to attempt to unravel his least favorite student's life story.

He wanted to talk to Harry about last night, about the suicide attempt and right now Harry would rather be under the cruciatis curse then have to discuss why he wanted to take his own life, while hearing Snape sneer about how "The Chosen One" thinks his golden life is oh so unfair, "a forever whining little child".

That was exactly what Snape would call him.

And as much fun as it is to listen to Snape insult him, he really just rather not this morning, or today, or tomorrow, or well, ever.

So here he lay, pretending to still be asleep while contemplating how to get himself out of this new predicament.

The first thing that crossed his mind was just making a run for it, dashing out that door, but Snape would obviously notice and he recalled him putting some wards up on the door last night that were probably to keep others out, as well as him in.

So that plan wouldn't work.

While racking his brain for a new one, he didn't notice the black shadow creeping closer to him, until it took a seat across from the couch and whispered a "Good morning Mr. Potter, are we feeling a bit more refreshened then last night?"

Harry looked up and met the cold eyes, but this time, there was something different about them.

He couldn't place a finger on it, but something was definitely different there.

"Uh, good morning sir".

Snape simply nodded and then summoned a house elf, luckily it was not Dobby who appeared this time, it was Sparky, a less enthusiastic and calmer, quieter elf, that Snape quite liked a far more amount then any of the others.

"Hello sir, is there anything Sparky can do for you Mr. Snape?"

"Good morning Sparky, and yes I require some breakfast for myself and Mr. Potter here, can you bring some up from the Great Hall and leave it on the kitchen table?"

"Sure thing, sir" the elf replied.

"Sparky will be right back." And with that he popped away.

Harry now realizing he was destined to a most dreadful fate, breakfast. Alone. With Severus Snape.

Shit.

"Uh, sir" Harry said, trying to find an escape, "uhm, I could just go down to the Great Hall to eat, after all I'm sure my friends, Ron and Hermione that is, are wondering where I am. They might be a tad bit worried since I didn't show up last night after our uh, detention."

Snape, understanding exactly what Harry was trying to do. Stopped him and cooly stated that "as much as it would please me, to rid myself of you as soon as possible, I'm afraid you'll not be leaving for a while, as it is, I have already informed the headmaster and I have little doubt he has yet to inform your friends. I'm sure your admirers can stand being without your presence for a little while."

"But sir" Harry said making a final attempt, however Severus stopped him mid sentence. Holding up his hand he said, "no buts Mr. Potter, we are going to talk about what happened last night, or lord help you, I will lock you in here and not let you out until we do."

Harry sighed in resignation, he wasn't getting himself out of this one.

Snape got up and poured himself another cup of coffee as well as some tea for Harry and then beckoned him into the kitchen.

"Shall we eat Mr. Potter, wouldn't want the Golden boy to go hungry now would we?"

"No sir, we wouldn't, however I must inform you that since I am the chosen one, I refuse to eat off of anything other then 24k solid gold platters."

Harry replied with a smirk planted on his mouth

Snape rolled his eyes and cooly replied "Mr. Potter your sarcasm is rather unbecoming and cheek is not tolerated here."

This was when his no nonsense professor voice kicked in.

The both of them then proceeded to eat in silence, which Snape seemed to welcome, as Harry sat awkwardly wondering exactly what he was going to say to him.

Snape, realizing Harry was in a deep trail of thought, decided that now would be the best time before the boy got any ideas on how to get around talking to him, with that in mind he turned and let out a slight cough to grasp Harry's attention then decided to just be blunt and get on with it, "So Mr. Potter, tell me, how long have you been suicidal?"

Harry looked up, his face showing fear as he looked down at his feet, oh this was going to be a long talk indeed.