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Oblivion

Chapter 16

Harry was looking forward to the weekend he had ahead of him, though he was sad right now he and his friends were estranged, but that was on their heads. Anyway, this was his first relaxed weekend since the secret had been found out and the meetings were going well so he just wanted to…

He turned his face to the sunlight and smiled tiredly with his broom slung over his shoulder. He needed a good fly right about now. It was already late October and beginning to get cold, with Halloween in a week. He needed to take advantage of the warm fly time when none of the teams were booked. Harry got onto the pitch and swung a leg over his broom before kicking off with a true grin of exhilaration.

Free, he thought going up, up, the wind ruffling his hair. He turned lazily and let the broom cruise before turning his thoughts inward. He was okay wasn't he? He'd got over the incident with Snape right? And Lockhart was long gone, since second year, he couldn't hurt him. He could humour Snape, well, really Headmaster Dumbledore and keep going to these meetings until the Headmaster learned to trust his teacher again but he didn't really need them. And it wasn't like they needed to know about something that happened six years ago. No…they didn't need to know about Lockhart…and he was over it…he was…

He came to himself suddenly and swerved his broom from the stand he was drifting towards sharply before starting back the way he'd come. The idea of seeing Lockhart again now he remembered what had happened didn't send him into a cold sweat…and he didn't shiver occasionally when he found himself heading along the corridor to the Defense teacher's quarters…and he wasn't still slightly afraid around Snape…that was just residual...effects. He'd forgiven Snape. And…he would forget Lockhart.

Harry shivered as a cold feeling slipped down his spine. He'd be fine…really. He decided it was time to get off the broom as his hands shook unsteadily and the broom started to jerk. There'd be plenty of time for flying during team training…

Halloween had, for the first time in his stay at Hogwarts, been uneventful and in fact a month had passed since.

In the month that had passed little had changed but the few things that had were important. He and Ron and Hermione still were not speaking. Or rather he wasn't talking to them. He was captain of the Quidditch team, very reluctantly. He was receiving extra training from some teachers too. Also he, Dumbledore and Snape had come to a mutual agreement about the counseling meetings that left Snape unobserved while they spoke but the last thing and the biggest to Harry…he and Severus Snape were tentative companions.

It was freaky as hell.

Harry had talked about his father for two or so meetings, Snape had replied with his thoughts, it ended in shouting. He had talked about Sirius, Snape had put his input about the mutt, those meetings had ended in more shouting. Harry had given his views on Snape, Snape had given his views on Harry…you guessed it. More shouting. And then after they both spent a few days fuming quietly the conversation had become curt. Then inane. Then mildly interesting…and one day they were having a mild debate about Potions…

Potions…Harry shook his head in shock. How the hell had he and Snape become…dare he say it? Allies.

Just last week they had gone to talk to Dumbledore together to have the monitoring taken off Snape's office for the meetings and Harry had enthusiastically given his permission, stating his trust in Snape hesitantly. Dumbledore had smiled but, sort of sadly, and Harry realized it was because they were finally united but it had taken something like…that. In another private meeting with Harry alone though he had mentioned training, for his eventual battle with Voldemort. And the Headmaster wanted him to talk to Snape about it. When he had their had been a curt agreement on training in dueling and spells and perhaps some physical training, with a barb about his scrawniness before their usual counseling meeting continued.

He didn't like to think about the rape a lot but he and Snape did talk about it. He had faced up to what had happened and though it didn't give happy feelings the memory of it was just that…a memory.

Unfortunately, Harry had the vague feeling Snape was trying to dig into his past. He might know about…Harry shook his head. Snape was smart but he couldn't, couldn't know about Lockhart! Harry had said nothing, did nothing to suggest he'd been raped before. After yet another failed attempt at learning Occlumency, Harry sighed frustrated and flopped into a chair.

"Why can't I do this?"

"Because you're not trying hard enough Potter! Somehow, thank Merlin, you've finally managed to at least make a mental wall. But it's pathetic, putting it bluntly." Severus sat gracefully in the chair across from him. "Perhaps you're trying too hard. Something you're trying to hide Potter?"

Harry scowled. Yes, Snape was prying. They might be working together now but the man had no right in his business! "Nothing of consequence to you." He retorted flatly.

Severus almost smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Why don't you just tell me what it is Potter? I'll find out anyway."

"Okay." Harry leaned forward with a faked thoughtful face. "My big secret is...I'm into necrophilia with dead men. Perhaps after I've killed Voldemort I'll make sure to spunk in his face."

Severus arched an eyebrow before leaning forward too. "I could just rip into your mind and find what I want, you know, Potter?"

"Yes. But then I'd never forgive you, having broken the tentative trust we have now. And you'd likely find yourself in Azkaban waiting for a dementor to come kiss you goodnight." Harry said bitterly.

"But I've made a promise to help you." Severus continued as if Harry hadn't spoken. "And I won't break that."

"Why do you think I need help?" Harry stood suddenly. "I'm fine! The only thing wrong with me is that the world I'm a part of now is at war, a crazy maniac is after me and I'm the one destined to kill him supposedly. Apart from that nothing's wrong with me."

"You're a horrid liar Potter. And I don't even need to be a Legilimens to know that you're lying." Harry looked away from Severus' piercing eyes just in case. "Potter, don't take this for granted. I'm honestly trying to help you. If you'd just tell me…"

"I don't have anything to say!" Harry shouted suddenly, angry and lightheaded. "Are you done?"

"You may go Potter."

A/N: Shall I just be blunt?

Voting: How many people don't mind an Mpreg story and how many people do? Hint just say do or don't in your review.

Hmm, I think that's the only thing I have to say.