Hey guys, yeah thats right look how fast my update came lol :)

Anyways for the next few chapters Snape may be a little OOC, for those of you who don't know what that stands for its 'Out Of Character'.

I want him to become a little more... kinder. In order to do that, I have to gradually change his attitude towards Harry, I apologize in advance if you guys think he's getting a little too "weird" or too "different" from his normal character.

If you guys honestly don't like it, I will change him a little, but my main point of this story is a Snape mentors Harry fanfic, and maybe an adoption in a sequel to this story? Hmmmm... I will have a lot of spare time in the Summer, anyways, I know a lot of you will probably end up complaining about his out of character behavior for no reason other then NOT READING THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE! lol :P Sorry, just wanted to get your attention :)

Anyhoo, on with the story...

All Harry could do was look dumbly at Snape. Did the man honestly believe he was just going to sit there and tell him everything?

This was the same man who had made it his distinctive goal to belittle the boy with constant, disparaging and derogatory remarks, as well as consistently attempting (more like succeeding) to make him look as unintelligent and ignorant as he possibly could.

There was no way in hell he was just going to lie down and tell his hated professor everything, like he was some sort of psychiatrist or shrink.

No. No. No.

He could not make him talk.

Snape's glare pierced the child as he waited for a response.

However, he was disappointed.

The infuriating dunderhead did nothing but sit there mindlessly, completely ignoring him.

Snape felt his patience draining as he tried again.

"Potter what on earth gave you reason to want to kill yourself?"

A thousand thoughts went through Harry's mind.

You. My abusive family. My dead parents. The fact that I'll die soon anyway. My murdered friend and beloved godfather that will greet me there. The fact that I won't have to fight a war I was born into.

However, Harry remained silent. He knew he was testing Snape and that the man was likely to crack soon, loosing all restraint and tolerance, but like he had said before, of all people, he was definitely not telling this man his deepest secrets and thoughts that lay within him.

Snape meanwhile was loosing his composure, he thought of letting the child go, just this once, but decided to persist on.

After all, he could not let the child get away freely after he had the audacity to simply sit there and ignore him, as if he wasn't there, as if he was invisible.

Being treated as if he was nothing more then vacant space, it reminded him so much of the boys father, James Potter, his arch-neimisis.

The tormentor who had made his life miserable, on more than one occasion.

A brief moment of rage passed through him and he had to remind himself that the boy was Harry Potter, not his father.

'Lily's son, Lily's son' he quietly said in his head, having a mini war at distinguishing the boy as more then just the offspring of the imbecilic dunderhead.

Snape turned to him and regained his equanimity.

"Mr. Potter, I know its hard..."

Harry looked up, what was that in Snape's voice?

Was that sympathy, sensitivity, perception, humanity, decency, compassion, maybe even tenderness?

No, of course not, for Snape did not feel these things, Snape felt nothing but cold, bitterness, loneliness and demise.

But as Harry stared more intensely into the pitch black pits of Snape's eyes, he began to see something new, however the minute Snape noticed Harry staring at him they flickered back to his usual state of a wall of absolutely no emotion, (something his Occlumency powers had taught him to do quite quickly).

Harry still couldn't believe that Snape had said that and that his tone of voice was actually kind of... comforting.

All Harry could do was dumbly nod his head, while looking up at Snape.

It was hard, his life was hard and finally, finally, some one was understanding!

"I understand you have been through many unfortunate events, especially at such a young age, you have lost many loved ones, you feel desolate, forlorn, perturbed, and despondent. But if you let this depression take over your body and posses your head, there is no telling what you'll end up doing, what you'll become."

Snape let a shiver escape him as he imagined Potter becoming the next Dark Lord, but the boy was Gryffindor to the core, he would not give into the dark arts so quickly, he wasn't as weak as Voldemort, or himself had been at such a young, impressionable, age.

Harry looked up at Snape, appalled and shocked. How could he understand so much?

It was as if he was feeling or felt the same things.

With a new respect for the man Harry whispered a "thank you, Sir."

Snape now looking rather uncomfortable did nothing more then give a nod of his head as to acknowledge the gratitude.

"Mr. Potter, make no false accusation, we will talk about this, however if you would like, you may take your dismissal whenever you feel, I understand you have a lot to consider, however I want your word that you will not in anyway, shape or form, harm yourself or make another suicide attempt."

"Yes Sir".

"Good".

As Harry began walking out of Snape's chamber, he turned around to say goodbye, but was silenced with a hand.

"One more thing Mr. Potter, if you ever again are feeling depressed to a point where you are ready to make that jump, I want you to come to me first, no matter what time of day or night it is."

Harry looked more then shocked, "uhm, thank you sir", was all he could say, then with a wave of a hand from his now not-as-hated professor, he took his dissolve.

Alright guys, don't be angry they will have their talk I just want to develop some sort of relationship between them before then so Harry feels more comfortable opening up to him and can reveal more about his thoughts, actions, and even past abuse he's been subjected too...