A/N Ok, I'm sorry about the whole "gouging his eyes put with knives" thing, but that was Harry's description of the thing. They stabbed his eyes (owwwwwwww!), but didn't like, remove them.

So I keep forgeting to update this , because I have so many other stories going! But updating multiple times a day... You should be lucky! School, unfortunately starts in a couple weeks, so updates will occur with my insomnia. Ugh.

Disclaimer: I am not from England. Where I'm from, people use ain't. Not me, I am a sesquipedalian!

Blind

Chapter 3

Severus was laying down on his bed, staring, but not seeing, the ceiling of his room.

Feelings were trying to claw their way through his calm facade, but he kept them in check. The last thing he wanted was for Albus to worry more, or worse, Poppy and Minerva think he needed a hug.

But to be truthful, under the potion-induced numbness that was his skin, he was a whirl wind of uncontrolled emotions, that were bouncing around like balls in a pinball machine.

Happiness. He would no longer be a spy.

Uneasiness. Death Eaters were probably out to get him.

Sadness. He would no longer see.

Fear. The Dark Lord had a knack for holding grudges.

Pain. For obvious reasons.

Anger. What HAD he done to reveal himself?

Guilt. Who would be the Order's inside man?

Embarrassment. Wait and see what Potter and his sidekicks think.

Severus swallowed hard. This was ridiculous! How the bloody hell was he supposed to live like this? His job was Potions Master! 'Watch me grab the wrong ingredient and end up dead from my own cauldron exploding!'

The man shook his head as he sat up. He knew Albus was trying to figure something out, if anything, to help Severus keep his job. But the younger man felt like that wasn't going to happen.

'Freak. Always causing people trouble. You should just disappear so you don't cause anyone anymore trouble,' Snape's father's voice echoed in his ears.

That was it.

Hot tears ran down his normally stoic face, as he collapsed on the ground. 'WEAK WEAK WEAK!'

Severus scrubbed furiously at his face, angry and sad and in pain.

The floo activated.

The man regained his mask, and wiped his sleeves across his face.

"Severus?" Poppy called, sounding worried and confused.

"What is it?" he asked, trying to direct his face towards the fireplace.

"Its Potter. He's in the infirmary. And I think he'll go into a panic attack if he doesn't see you pronto!"

A/N Yah! Harry is home! But poor Sev! I think he needs a hug!

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