Trust In Me

by Muggle-in-the-Tardis

What if Snape had seen Harry after one of his detentions with Umbridge, with his hand bleeding, the words I Must Not Tell Lies carved into his hand? Would he have helped him? What would this kindness do to their relationship? What impact would this encounter have on the rest of the war?

2. Chapter 1

Trust In Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Thank you for the good response to the prologue! Here's the first proper chapter of Trust In Me, feel free to let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter 1

Trying to swallow his fear, Harry looked into the face of Professor Snape, the person he hated most in the world with the exception of Voldemort and Umbridge, and forced himself to meet the Potion Master's gaze. He almost flinched back from the venom in the man's glare; the endless black tunnels reflecting nothing but hatred.

"Yes Sir?" he asked in what he hoped was a carefree tone that did not reflect the anger he was feeling towards Umbridge and now Snape, who would no doubt use this opportunity to humiliate him and anger him further.

"Why are you wondering the corridors at this time of night?" Harry would have loved to ask Snape the same question but he bit back that retort before he got into further trouble. He forced himself to take a deep breath before replying,

"I'm on my way to bed - Sir"

"This late at night, Mr Potter?" Snape questioned his eyes no doubt glittering with relish at the prospect of another attempt to get Harry expelled. Harry clenched his fists, his anger getting the better of him before he hissed in pain, the cut on his hand emitting more blood than before. Snape raised an eyebrow at this motion, and Harry once again clutched his hand to his chest, trying to hide the blood from the Professor.

"What is wrong with your hand, Mr Potter?" Snape asked, trying to get a closer look at Harry's hand before Harry moved away from him, shaking his head, not trusting himself to speak.

"Mr Potter, do not make me ask you again." Snape snarled, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.

"It's nothing." Harry whispered, looking down at his feet, not trusting himself to look at the professor.

"Do not lie to me, Mr Potter." Snape commanded. Meeting Snape's angry glare, Harry reluctantly moved his hand away from his chest, and placed it in front of his professor, the fresh cut clearly visible. Harry's eyes widened slightly when his most hated professor (until Umbridge that is) gently grabbed his hand to inspect the wound, before a small cry of pain escaped his lips; even this gentle movement had caused the cut to weep even more blood. Trying to breathe through the pain, Harry braced himself for a cutting remark from Snape, or even admiration for Umbridge's form of punishment, so he was quite surprised at the dark look that appeared on Snape's face. It was a look filled with anger and hatred; a look usually reserved for Harry, but something told him that this time, it wasn't directed at him. Suddenly, Snape let go of his hand. "Come with me Potter." He said, turning on the spot and walking away, his shoulders tense. Harry didn't dare disobey him and followed meekly behind, wondering to himself what it would have been like to have a simple life.