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Love You, Hate You

Chapter 3

Harry went throughout the day trying his hardest to forget what had happened the previous day. Everything had finally settled in when he was going to his first class, that he had with the Slytherin's, when he saw Him! And everything came rushing to the forefront of his mind.

What made things even worse was the fact that he had almost every single class with the Slytherin's that day. He tried to ignore Dr-Malfoy, but it was difficult.

He believed he could make it throughout the day without any problems, but like he had guessed everything was going to go wrong in Potions class. And he was right.

Potions were his last class of the day. It was N.E.W.T. Level and there was mostly Slytherin's with only two Gryffindor's. Harry and Hermione Granger.

The class used to be his worst class, but ever since him and Severus came to an agreement and became friends, he had been getting on in class. The only problem was the facade that they had to keep up in the presence of everyone else.

The class was no different than usual; the cruelness towards the Gryffindor's, snickers from the Slytherin's, points taken, etc. Except at the last twenty minutes of class, Severus left to go fix a mess that Peeves was making in one of the other dungeon rooms.

That's when things began to turn for the worst.

It had started before class when Malfoy and Parkinson were holding hands while talking to the other Slytherin's. Then, Malfoy had kissed Parkinson's' cheek tenderly. So sweet in fact, that Harry thought he would scream his pain and rage.

Next, was when halfway through class, Parkinson began to hang all over Malfoy. And he let it happen without looking up from the notes he had been taking.

What finally snapped Harry's little hold he had on his emotions, was when they began to make-out once Severus had left the classroom. Once Harry saw this, he snapped, but gradually.

"Ssstupidsss Malfoy. Merlinsss, I fucking hatesss him ssso much, but ssstill lovesss him. Whysss would he dosss sssomething like thisss to me? Why isss he hurting messs?" Harry hissed softly, which gradually got louder as he heard noises from the front.

"Merlinsss ballsss! Ssstupid mothersss-fucking Malfoysss. He hasss hurtsss me ssso much. And after everything we havesss been through togethersss, he doesss thisss to messs. Ughsss!" Harry hissed loudly, "I oughtsss to jussst hurtsss him back for hurtingsss me!"

Everyone had frozen with fear, even the Slytherin students, when they had first heard the hissing. They had believed it to be the Dark Lord. Even when they realized that it was just Harry, they were still frightened. Almost everyone had seen and heard Harry speak Parseltongue before (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets book/movie), but never to this degree.

Harry was showing no signs of stopping or calming down. It actually seemed like he was getting more upset, angrier by the second and no one knew what to do.

'Oh Harry! What's wrong?' Hermione thought to herself despairingly, standing there with her fingers covering the lower half of her face, 'What has upset you so? Oh, I wish I understood what you are saying, so that I may help you.'

Harry was still hissing angrily when a strange man glided into the room. Everyone then turned their wary stares to him, for none knew who he was. He wore a robe with the hood up, effectively covering his face from view.

They assumed it was a he because of his height and the broadness of his shoulders. He looked to be about 6"3' and he carried himself like an aristocrat would.

His robe was a black with silver trimming that reached the floor. Everyone in the class cowered away in fear of the power that was practically rolling off him in waves.

The only one not to cower in fear, was Harry. He was still hissing up a storm that seemed to be amusing the strange man. Finally he spoke, or rather hissed.

"Now now, young sssnakling. Sssome of thossse wordsss ssshouldn't come out of a mouth ssso young asss yoursss."

Harry jumped, startled by the hissing behind him and the words. He whirled around shocked, trying to find out where the hissing was coming from. When his eyes landed on the mysterious man, he was not scared, but confused.

You see, Harry knew for a fact that the stranger wasn't Voldemort, unlike the rest of the student's. For whenever Voldemort came anywhere neat Harry, he felt immense pain from his scar. So, who was he?

'Hmmm…Who is this? It can't be Voldie, because I feel no pain or anything evil coming from him.' Harry thought to himself a little wary but more curious than cautious.

"Ummm, who are you?" Harry finally asked.

Several of the student's were shocked at the revelation of Harry not knowing who the stranger was. They had all assumed that the stranger was the Dark Lord, for only Harry and him can speak Parseltongue. But maybe there was someone else other than these two who could speak the language of the snakes.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The strange man chuckled, shoulders shaking.

"Try me." Harry replied back, smirking at the stranger.

Most of the student's were shocked at what was happening between Harry and the strange man. They were even more astonished to see the smirk on the 'Golden Boy's' face.

The stranger laughed at Harry's spunk and replied. Only he hissed it to Harry, so nobody but him understood what was said.

All the student's watched in avid fascination at the facial expressions that played out on Harry's face. He went from looking disbelieving, to shock, and finally elation. They wondered what was said to make Harry so happy.

"You mean? Really?" Harry exclaimed softly, looking and sounding far happier than he had minutes ago.

The stranger nodded before speaking again, but in English so everyone else could understand, "Shall we, Harry?" to which Harry replied back.

"Sure." Harry said, before looking around before landing on Hermione, "He's a good guy, Herms. And no, it's not Moldyshorts in disguise or anything like that. Trust me Hermione, ok?"

Hermione still looked skeptical, but finally conceded, "Alright Harry, I trust you."

"Thanks Herm. Do you have some parchment I could use? I need to write something." Harry smiled at Hermione.

She looked as if she was going to ask a question, but decided against it and gave Harry the parchment. Harry took it from her and wrote something on it with his quill.

Once Harry was done writing, he rolled up the parchment and put it on Severus' des for him to find and read.

"What wasss that Harry?" The stranger (to the student's) hissed questionably to Harry.

"Oh, it'sss jussst letting Ssseverusss know that I'm going to be leaving, but not to worry. I alssso let him know I would be in contact with him when I will be coming back." Harry hissed back reassuringly.

The stranger nodded his head to Harry's reasons, and then asked, "Now that you have that done, shall we go?"

Harry nodded, turned to say bye to Hermione, and then left the room with the stranger. Everyone just stood in shocked silence at what had just happened.

By the time the student's came out of their shocked stupor and jumped into action, Harry and the man were long gone.

That was the last day anyone saw Harry…until, that is, he showed up one day out of nowhere.

Harry had been missing for a month. No one had seen or heard from him since that day he had walked out of Potions class. Some students, mainly Slytherins, claimed to have seen him lurking about the dungeons. But that had never been proven.

*Flashback*

When Severus had got back to his classroom, it was to find it in utter chaos. Students were running around, tables were pushed around the room, teachers were frantically searching for something, and Severus was utterly confused.

"What the bloody hell is going on in my classroom?" Severus had yelled loudly over everyone else.

The room had gone suddenly quiet. No one dared to move, not when Severus Snape was looking so angry.

Dumbledore had come forward after a moments silence and answered him in a grave tone, "It seems Mr. Potter left the classroom with a strange man. Harry spoke to him and he seemed to be shocked at seeing him. But he then ended up leaving with him."

"How do you know that Mr. Potter left? And with a strange man?" Severus had been worried, but still suspicious of Dumbledore's claim.

"The student's claim that Harry was hissing angrily to himself when a strange man came into the room. They said that Harry and this man spoke before he left with him." Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration professor spoke up.

Severus had been beside himself with worry for Harry's safety and shock that he would leave with a strange man in the first place.

"What was said between them? Did anyone recognize who the man was? How long has Harry been gone?" Severus had asked anxiously.

"They left a good 20 minutes ago, according to the students and no, no one knows who the stranger was. The student's say that he wore a cloak with the hood up, effectively keeping his identity a secret." Dumbledore had told Severus, "And alas, nobody knows what was said between them either, I'm afraid."

Severus had asked confusedly, "What do you mean, 'nobody knows what was said'? You just told me that they spoke to each other. Were they speaking in a different language or something?"

Dumbledore had looked troubled, the usual twinkle in his eyes were gone replaced by confusion and great sadness. When he hadn't answered Severus, a Slytherin student had stepped forward to answer for him, "They were speaking in Parseltongue, I believe, Professor Snape, sir. That's why none of us know what was being said, sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Nott." Severus had nodded his head, before looking up sharply again, "Parseltongue? You don't mean-!"

"No! No, Professor Snape." Hermione had interrupted quickly, "Harry assured me it wasn't Moldyshorts – Harry's name, not mine – and that the man was a good guy."

"His scar wasn't hurting him? None at all?" Severus had asked worriedly.

All the student's had shook their heads, albeit some were a little confused to the questions about Harry's scar hurting. 'What does Harry's scar have anything to do with who the man is?' Were the thoughts running through some of their minds.

Severus had breathed a small sigh of relief at the shaking of the student's heads, before he had launched into more questions.

"Did Harry say where he was going? How long will he be gone? Did he leave any kind of note or something?" Severus had questioned, before musing out loud, "Why didn't he leave word with me about him leaving, though? He always has before."

"Why would he leave word with you, Professor Snape?" Blaise had asked curiously, "That is, if you don't mind me asking, sir."

Severus had looked over towards where his dark skinned student stood with his fellow Slytherins, before he had shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I see him as my son and he tells me everything. Or almost everything it seems, now with this incident."

Students and teachers alike had been shocked and relieved at that revelation. They had all been worried about the relationship between Harry and Severus, for they had remembered how they had interacted that morning.

Before anyone could have voiced their thoughts, Dumbledore had spoken again,

"Actually Severus, Mr. Potter did leave something."

Severus had whirled around to look at him in elation, "Well, what is it? Where is it, Albus?"

"Its right here, my boy. However, none of us can read it, so we have all assumed that it's meant for you only. Here you go." Dumbledore had replied calmly. Seeing Severus was getting angry again, he held out the rolled up parchment towards him.

Severus had snatched it out of Dumbledore's hands and hurriedly unrolled it. He then proceeded to read it. To anyone else, but Severus, it would look like they were reading gibberish.

It had read:

Hey Sev,

Don't worry about where I'm going to be. I'm with someone very special, I've got a portrait of him that I showed you last year, remember? Amazing, isn't it? I couldn't believe it myself when he spoke to me in Parseltongue and told me who he was! Really shocking, indeed. Anyways, I imagine I should be gone for some time. I don't know how long, and he didn't say how long either. However, I will get something to you to let you know how everything is going and how I'm doing. By then, hopefully, I will be able to let you know when I will be back.

Try not to terrorize too many Gryffindor's while I'm gone and don't coddle your Slytherin's, they already think they are the superiors of everyone else. (No matter how much you may believe it yourself.)

I will try not to be gone too long and please don't worry too much about me, I'll be fine. Until I see you,

Love,

Harry

Severus had been relieved and confused, and a little amused (he had chuckled at the part about his Slytherins.). Relieved because he knew where Harry was going to be, or close enough to where he was going to be. But confused because he couldn't remember what portrait Harry had been talking about.

"What does it say, Severus?" Albus had asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Severus had shaken his head to clear it, and then had replied in a clipped tone, "It says Harry is fine and that he knows who the stranger was. Harry also said not to worry about him, that he would be back."

"Do you know when, Professor? Did Harry say?" Hermione had asked anxiously.

Severus had looked at her upturned worried face before sighing, "He said that he didn't know when, but that he would be in touch."

*End Flashback*

After Severus had said that, everyone had gone into another uproar. Everyone had begun to talk over each other trying to say something. The same speculations had gone around the classroom and finally the whole school.

'Where was Harry? Who was the stranger Harry left with? How could he speak Parseltongue? When was Harry coming back?'

All of these and more were the questions that circulated through everyone's minds for the last month. Especially, the mind of a certain blonde Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, was the epitome of nobility. His hard, cold facade was as flawless as a freshly cut diamond. His face was a mask of contempt or boredom, as showed by the sneer upon his face. But it was just that, a mask to hide his true feelings and thoughts.

On the outside he wore a mask of nothing, but on the inside he was a mess of emotions.

He and Harry had been broken up for a month. Since the day before he disappeared and Draco was at a loss at what to do.

He blamed himself for Harry disappearing. He firmly believed that if he hadn't of done what he did to hurt Harry, then he might still be there.

'Harry's been gone for a month. No word. No sign that he's still alive. Nothing. Maybe he really did leave and then he decides to never come back. Then, I'll never see him again.' Draco wailed despairingly to himself, about ready to rip his hair out in despair and frustration.

Little did Draco or anyone else know, but Harry would be back. And very soon too. They would get to see Harry, the stranger, and many new changes.

*Please review. Again let me remind you that some of these chapters will not have much change to them. I've actually noticed that a few of them are only going to get a few word changes or a word or two added. So…Who do you think the stranger is? Why is the stranger able to speak Parseltongue? What is going on with Draco? What changes will there be? And where is the bad guys? Voldie, perhaps? Maybe Dumbles? Please do not be too disappointed, but without a beta to review my story and give me their opinion, then I'm rather limited to what needs to be changed or not. Again please enjoy and review!

Thanks, Nosyrosie.