Disclaimer, I own nothing, it all belongs to j.k Rowling, I am just borrowing her characters, I will give them back, eventually..

A.N:

ok, so for those of you that are guessing, Severus discovered a memory of
Harry's, it was a memory of the feelings that Harry has when he is hurting himself, and that is going to lead to his discovering more, anyways, I would give you a bunch of excuses about why I update so slow, but really it is me being lazy, and not being able to use the computer while my mother is at home, and I am also reading a lot of fan fictions, cause I love them..:)

2ndA/N:

ok, well, for those who are curious, this will not be a slash, I changed that, as my mother was not pleased with me writing it…so now Harry ad Severus will be a father son relationship, sorry if you only read slash, but I can't defy my mother for the sake of my readers… also, I understand my chapters are not long, but I am 15, give me a break!

-POV Harry-

Harry found himself in the astronomy tower a few nights later, since the… unfortunate event with professor Snape, he had been ignoring the man to the best of his ability, and really, it had been quite hard, he had not spoken in potions at all, and tonight he had one of his many dreams..

**flashback**

Harry was trapped, in a cold room in the Dursleys, his back was bleeding, and was sore, he was under his bed, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and the room smelled like urine and vomit, his entire body was slowly calming down, the convulsing and retching coming to a halt, and then the door opened a crack, the light pouring in, and his uncle shoved a bowl of chicken broth and stale bread into the room, then left…

Harry had sat up in bed his heart racing, the shadow of the belt wounds still lingering from the dream, and he could not go to sleep.

Harry got up, walked over to his trunk, and Grabbed his cloak, pulling it over himself, he removed the glamour charms, saving his energy, and walked, he snuck into the common room, out of the Gryffindor tower, and walked

**End flashback**

He had walked along corridors and ended up here, he was sitting on the floor, his cloak pulled over his leg keeping them warm, and invisible, he sighed and leaned his head back, closing his eyes, and he let his thoughts run away, his feelings showing, his face showing all of his emotions that he can only release when he is away from people, he rested his head on his knees and started to cry, his guilt for Lupin, Dumbledore, Percy, the pain and torture of his relatives, the abuse…the… Harry gasped for breath, and calmed himself, and then sat there, a few tears still running down his face.

A few minutes later Harry was sitting on the floor, his face with a look of concentration on it, he still needed to go to the occlumency lessons, the things he had in his head, even the more harmless ones, could become deadly weapons in the hands of voldy, he sighed, and stood, his legs getting cramped, he shifted to the bench, just as he heard footsteps on the stairs, he gasped, and pulled his cloak over himself, and then moved to against the wall, he just stood, holding his breath, as the figure came into view, he let it go silently, and then gasped slightly, it was Snape, his hair was ruffled slightly, but he raised his hand and pulled them down the side of his head, smoothing his hair, but that was not what made Harry gasp, it was his face, Snape looking like a part of him had just been sacrificed to the dark lord's torture, his eyes were red, his face was more white than normal, and Harry's eyes widened, the reason for the look finally clicking in, Snape had been crying, he gasped loudly, alerting Snape to his presence, and he closed his eyes as the head master strode over and pulled off the cloak, his voice deep and raspy and he shook his head and said

"Should have known potter, what are…" Harry finally looked into professor Snape's eyes, and the professor stopped talking, his eyes widening

-POV Severus-

Severus had been having a night, he had lay in bed for two hours, not getting any sleep, he had finally gotten to sleep, and then woken in a cold sweat because of a dream, it was of him finding lily, and now he was standing in front of a very depressed looking, and red eyed Potter, he sighed , could it get any worse?

"potter, what is the matter" he asked, knowing the boy would not answer truthfully, but still trying to get him to talk about it, he had to admit, since the boy had run from his rooms, he had been thinking about what the memory could have been, then he sighed, and walked over the bench, sitting down, he gestured to the boy

"come here please" he said, and then waited, the boy moved forward, his eyes guarded,

and Severus noticed he mumbled something, before moving into the moonlight, the boy looked terrified, and it just got worse…he sat at the far edge of the bench, and reached for his cloak, covering his legs, Severus sighed, and then started to talk;

"P-Harry" he started, keeping himself from using the boy's last name " I would like to ask you a few questions" he explained, eyeing the boy and making sure he was not going to run "about, well, what I saw" Snape continued, his own eyes weary , but he saw the boy nod slowly, and Severus took as a sign to continue "who was it" he asked "in the memory?" he already knew the answer, but needed to clarify things the boy looked up, and spoke for the first time since he had arrived in the tower "Me" Severus sighed, it was the same answer he had been given in his rooms, he sighed again, dreading the next question, he pulled himself together 'Jesus Severus, stop acting like you are four' he scolded himself

"What was it?" he asked the boy, Severus realized he should be sending the boy to bed, deducting points from griffindor and yet, he waited patiently for the answer, his urge to know what it had been clouding his common sense, Severus sighed, and made a mental note that he needed to stop doing that, and stood " on second thought, come to my quarters tomorrow, eight pm sharp, and we will talk then" he explained, then with nothing more to add, he led the boy down the corridors, and to the tower " goodnight, Mr. potter, and fifteen points from Gryffindor" he said then turned quickly on his heel and walked down the corridors to his rooms, where he sat on the couch looking into the fire, the large glass of firewhisky he held in his right hand was raised to his mouth every few minutes and the headmaster would take a long sip.