Warning:

Sensitive, semi-rape, cuss

Sorry for the shortness, just trying to keep the story in a flow.

Enjoy~

Snape uncast the spell he placed on Harry about couple of hours ago and causing Harry shifting into his sleep. The professor refused to startle the boy, so he waited and observed him while he could. Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, mumbling some random no, please, stop, and don't. The potion master felt rather confused towards Harry's behavior and what he could be reacting to.

He could go into the boy's mind, but he rather earned his trust first and by his words as well. Mind reading comes with several consequences and Harry hates it when anyone does it on him.

"If you could just be honest with me, Potter, I could solve your problem like nothing." He muttered quietly.

He watched Harry stumbled so much in his sleep and took noticed how his moods would change into different fears he has come across. Snape tried to come up several possibilities, but none seems to be answering his questions well.

Suddenly, Harry's body jerked up with heavy breathing. He scanned around and spotted a trashcan. He rushed over and puked all of his guts out. Snape sighed and shook his head.

"I see the dream is too vivid for you, Harry." Snape stated, grabbing a large blanket to coat Harry around, "You need to tell me what is happening in your mind."

Harry whimpered and turned sick into the trashcan. Snape knelt down and soothes the boy's back. He couldn't get over the nightmares that had been bothering him the most, especially with the choker that Dumbledore might do to him. Despite of it, this constantly made him sick with every thought of it. All the pain that caused Harry to suffocate, turning blue, and begging for his life.

"I'll fetch you some water and chocolate. Do not leave, P…Harry." Snape insisted.

Harry nodded, shakier than he was last night, and sighed miserably. Snape couldn't question him too soon, but he had to trust Harry somehow. Snape opened his cupboard and found a few things to help the boy. He gathered them and returned to Harry. The man sighed and shook his head to see how ill he was looking.

"Perhaps your friend is right, overdoing it when you ate too much after you recently got yourself back on your feet." Snape pointed out.

Harry didn't care, he wanted food so badly, and it wasn't because of the damn flu. He knew it was the nightmares making him feel ill.

"I guess I overate. This time, I'll keep it minimal." Harry croaked.

Snape patted the boy's back, "I supposed. Now, let's get you back on that couch and we can talk about this nightmares of yours."

Harry bored at the ground, not knowing what to do, and desperately wished he didn't have to go through this. The professor observed Harry's reaction while guiding him over to the couch. Harry took comfort in a way and snuggled up tightly on the blanket. He mentally pictured that no one could see anything under this. Snape gave Harry the glass of water and chocolate. Harry didn't rush on having them, but he didn't take it too much of them. His body was entirely worn down.

"So," Snape sat across from the boy, "What is happening in this purpose of nightmares?"

Harry didn't dare to make eye contact with the man, afraid to risk his lying and truth in the mix, and he had to keep everyone safe…and alive, as well.

"There's nothing you can do about it. The past is the past." Which, was true.

Snape nodded, "Yes, but you were fine before on the past. What changes now?"

"…I had voice memories, now I'm seeing them. I'm remembering the scene…"

Snape hummed, "I see, but what gets you upset over something in the past?"

"Their death…it's horrible." Harry mentally thought, 'My death by the choker…'

Snape tilted his head, wondering why Harry wouldn't look at him as a simple person to talk to, and how bundled up the boy is in that blanket.

"Can you describe their death, Po-Harry?"

Harry grew sick and raced after the bucket to release the horrid stuff. Snape pinched his nose bridge, finding himself in a difficult field, and no idea how else to deal with the chosen one.

"So, it is their death that you are affected by." Snape hummed, "You are a child and it does not make sense. You have been so exposed to death related and scene, but wha-" Snape paused, "-it's someone you knew personally. Was it Credic you are still traumatizing over?"

Harry's memories clicked and he wanted to believe that was the reason, but he knew he shouldn't lie his way out. He gotten over the other teen's death, so why would Snape think such of a thing? Of course, it would cover his excuse for behavior.

"No…" He whispered, wishing Snape would just let him go.

Snape sighed at his trying to attempt this problem, but he wasn't going to let this child run off hands.

"Then, who is it, Harry?" He whispered along.

Harry shook his head, begging constantly to show that he doesn't want anyone to know, and Snape tried to take it the easy way.

"Please, Snape…please…just let it go. I-I promise I won't hurt anyone again or act out of line again, please!" He clung onto Snape's robe.

Snape couldn't believe how Harry was doing anything to get out of this, seeing the fears inside the boy was a surprised, and he held onto Harry without allowing any changes of escape.

"Harry, we will go through this all night and day until we know what is wrong. I only wish to help." He insisted.

Harry stammered, couldn't believe this man would force him to be stuck here, and he was afraid to speak.

"Professor Snape, I-I can't tell you. If I do, everyone will die in front of me." Harry wept in Snape's arms.

Snape didn't understand why he was acting like this, but he watched how much this was hurting the boy. He hugged him tightly, showing him secured and protected, and the emotions were riling up on him. The tears shed as the rains were pouring outside heavy. Snape picked Harry up and carried him over to the couch while the miserable boy continued expressing his pain.

The last word the boy said has echoed in professor's mind. He was certain that someone has threatened him, but how? He knew very well Malfoy couldn't do it, not with the fact Harry can easily stood up to him still. It had been someone powerful.

"You are to come here every morning before class, since you refuse to tell me. We can talk about how your each day goes and how you are handling your class." Snape decided a newer method.

Harry sniffled, "D-do-do I have to?"

Snape sighed, "You won't let me know because you are letting your fear control you and seeing how stubborn you are, I'm afraid it is the only choice."

Choice? Harry didn't feel like there was any choice at all besides what to eat and drink. Everything else would easily get out of hands or someone controls it for him.

"I…yes, professor Snape."

Snape didn't think the boy would be so willing to listen. For now, he waited for Harry to finish drinking water and eat some more chocolate. Harry took his time finishing them and found he somewhat better. He was no longer emotional state and removed himself from his professor. Snape watched Harry walked out of the room, Harry didn't noticed the blanket was falling off, and he was dazing out of it.

Harry returned to the common room, but he felt the need of a shower. His friends were concerned, but they didn't want to bother him at the moment. The boy went into the shower and scrubbed off everything on his body. He recalled all the touches his master has placed on his bare skin. No matter what, he wanted to wash it all away instantly. Yet, he feels dirty. It was never going away.

He spent almost an hour in the shower, trying to make himself feel clean in a sense, and constantly blames himself.

However, it would be the same thing every day for him. He would wake up, go see Snape for an hour, and then class. In class, he struggled to remain calm and remember he was safe at the time being. Hermione didn't get too close or let Harry know that she's helping him calms down. Ron couldn't get too close and be prepared to fetch the phoenix beforehand or the needs for Harry's stomach to calm down. The professors pitied Harry's emotional state and mental scarred up, they would break down the homework in smaller section and have a small test once a week. Harry was able to pass the class easier when he has more time to deal with them.

Some classes thought it was rather interesting to see how their grades were going up, all because of their classmate Harry's anxiety disorder. The other classes insisted using the same method and the teachers began to have a difficult time to go by the easier method. For now, they had to figure out how to get everything back to normal. It was only to adapt for Harry, no one else.

Harry would head to the headmaster's office and sees Fawkes, plus, takes care of him. Other times, he would take Fawkes back to the office and deal with the rest. From time to time, Hermione and Ron would study with Harry in the office. They avoided talking about anything personal and spoke loud enough so Harry wouldn't shout or attack them for something he misheard. After that, Harry would head to the dormitory to take a shower.

His shower would last almost an hour a day, trying to remove the horrendous filth on his body. The pictures were destroying him every second in the shower and he wanted it to be over. He wept and his knees gave in. He would let the shower be a substitute of rain, to express how he truly felt, and it was never ending.

Hermione and Ron noticed Harry would be excited to eat, but they knew he was still sick each night because of his nightmares. Harry would retrieve snacks whenever he felt hungry. He felt comfortable and knowing food couldn't betray him. Also, he would forget what he has been through for short period of time.

Next chapter is out by tomorrow~