Chapter 5! I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am. I apologize for any typos you might find. No matter how many times I read through this I never see them all until I post it. Go ahead and tell me if you see any in a review so i can fix them. I'd hate to take away from the story with silly typos.

Snape was surprised at the anger Potter showed. The way he spoke meant he had thought about this often enough. He did not bother to follow Potter and instead spent his time reading on his couch near the fire. At 4:13 pm Snape stood up and walked over to bedroom to find Potter passed out on the bed surrounded by school supplies. He was writing up his potions work. I wonder if it is as bad as the ones he does during the school year. Snape grabbed the parchment titled "Potions Assignment Rough Draft" and sat down to read.

The first thing he noticed was how neatly it was written. The essays he had read by Potter before were almost illegible at times. The next thing he noticed was that it was phenomenal, the essay was well written and the author well informed. He couldn't believe Potter had written it but he had seen him do it. Why was this titled the rough draft? Did that mean he felt he could do it better? Why had he never seen this level of work before?

Almost without thinking he summoned his red ink and quill and began to grade the work. It was probably the least red he had ever put on a student's parchment before. Once it was graded and received the highest marks Snape could give he put it back on the boy's bed. He left and got some dinner for both of them. The brat really shouldn't leave the bed anymore that day. When he returned with the two plates of food he spoke up to wake the boy.

"Potter wake up and eat this dinner."

Snape once again ignored the felling of guilt when Harry jumped up as if he'd been slapped. When the brat looked at him he merely took the plate and nodded. Snape sat down himself and tried to initiate conversation. If asked later why he would bother Snape would merely sneer and say that it was for the benefit of his annoying patient.

"I noticed you had finished your first draft of your potions work."

"Oh?" Harry said nonchalantly while grabbing the parchment. "You mean this horrid piece of work. I mean really it's one of the worst things I've ever written. I mean honestly it is a piece of rubbish. I'm ashamed to admit I even wrote it."

"You mean to say you can do better?" Snape asked with a slightly constipated look.

"Of course. I strive consistently to turn in the kind of work expected of me." Harry answered.

"Then why have I not seen work like that before?"

"Did you not hear a word I said?" Harry asked in a tone he had nicknamed his Draco voice. "I turn in the kind of work expected of me. No more no less."

"I'm not following you." Snape said though he had an inkling feeling that he did.

"Best start from the beginning then." Harry said. "Answer this question as honestly as you are able. When you first saw me in Hogwarts what were you expecting? What kind of person did you expect me to be?"

"I believed you would be an arrogant spoiled brat with an ego larger than the castle itself. I expected to see a student floating through life on his fame instead of actual work." Snape answered without missing a beat.

"And that sir is exactly what you got. You expected an arrogant Gryffindor and I was more than happy to supply."

"Are you telling me that if I had expected a studious Ravenclaw you would've produced work like that?" Snape said gesturing to the paper Harry was still holding.

"No. For it's not just you that has expectations of me." Harry said. "For example. The headmaster expects me to be brave and heroic, willing to give my life for others. Even if every single one of my professors had expected me to be blindingly intelligent, I still would've played the fool."

Snape said nothing. He merely nodded his head in a motion to push Harry to continue. Harry had zoned out and was thinking deeply about something. Finally after a few moments of tense silence meal forgotten Snape cleared his throat. Harry jumped and looked in his direction.

"Huh?" Harry said. "I hope that answered your questions as to why you'll never be seeing a parchment written like that from me ever again."

"No, it did not."

"Well then I will leave you to your own assumptions while I eat. I'm starved you know."

Snape forced himself not to flinch at that very accurate statement. He watched as Potter downed his food with alarming speed. The speed of someone not used to regular meals and had to defend their food at every chance. Then he watched as Potter began to glow. A golden light tingling just beneath the skin. The light was bright where there were injuries and less where there was not. Potter didn't seem to notice or if he did he made no show of it. The glow fluctuated colors around his wounds red, greens and blues until finally it was all a weak golden glow. Then it stopped.

"Potter." Snape snapped. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?" Harry asked playing dumb.

"The glowing! You were just glowing."

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Have you been getting enough sleep sir? I know not getting enough sleep can cause people to see really strange things."

"I've gotten enough sleep. I definitely saw you glow."

"Of course sir." Harry said putting his hands as if he was placating an enraged animal. "Whatever you say."

Snape growled and stood up and left. The boy had confused him beyond all measure. It took everything in him to not use legilimency on the boy. The boy had certainly glowed, there was no doubt about that. He just didn't want him to know what it meant but he would find out if it killed him.

Snape sat down in his office and pulled out a parchment to write out the new things he had learned about Potter.

1.Abused by relatives, emotional and physical for most of life. Seems to be accepting of that fact. Sexual abuse? Unsure but not surprising

2.More intelligent than expected. Potter turns in only acceptable, average work to all professors for some unknown reason. When asked he cited meeting certain expectations and referenced Dumbledore.

3.Knows the house elves well. He implied that he was a house elf in everything but blood and even had one of the more senior staff feed him a house elf 'special' healing porridge that looked awful.

4.Reads? Even if it was only Quidditch books the boy reads quite a bit if the amount of books he had the house elf retrieve was anything to judge by.

5.Logical. The boy was able to reign in his temper when speaking with Albus. He gave logical reasons as to his anger with the man. Not blaming him for placing him with his relatives but for never checking up on him.

6.Glowing. The boy glows gold. He is unwilling to speak about what it means but the glowing seemed to be centered on his wounds. Maybe healing magic? Unsure.

It wasn't much but the boy was certainly enigmatic. He walked back to Potters room to retrieve the plates and did not speak to the boy who had gone back to reading his damnable quidditch book. He cast a spell to alert him if the boy left the room and went back to his own rooms to rest and think.

The boy was extremely secretive which isn't really that unexpected. The boy had hidden violent severe abuse from every single adult in his life for 11 years. The boy would only give half answers that didn't satisfy questions and would just lie if he didn't want to speak about a certain subject. It was mind boggling, how many times had the boy lied to him and the other professors this year?

It made him wonder the stories he'd been told. The boy was only one he truly knew what had happened with the philosopher's stone and Quirrel. What about the troll incident? What had really happened there? Every single event that Potter had made a statement was brought into question. This only brought one real conclusion to his mind. The damn boy should've been a snake.