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Based on the song Hello by Evanescence.

A/N: Part of two challenges.

If You Dare: 820: Fire in Your Eyes

Are You Crazy Enough?: 548: (theme) Punching someone.

It didn't take long for them to realize I would not just snap out of it. In fact, they were soon very worried about my "appetite loss" and "social avoidance tendencies." So what if I wasn't eating every little thing they put on my plate? Or if I decided not to talk for a while? What's the big deal?

I heard them talk about me often. Sometimes I was faking sleep, other times they talked right in front of me as though I weren't there. They talked about how much of a nuisance I was and how frustrated they were I wasn't getting better. Or most commonly, "How will he defeat Voldemort?" Is that my only purpose? To rid the world of Voldemort? What happens when that's done? Will I be tossed aside? And if I'm being so annoying why didn't they get rid of me when they had the chance? Heck, my blood wouldn't have been on anyone's hands but my own if they'd just let me die.

These thoughts swirled in my head for most of the two weeks I was confined to the bed. They didn't let me have my wand, so I was free to think whatever I damn well pleased. Even if those thoughts were counterproductive. It almost makes me laugh how they stopped trying to talk to me after the first week. They would sit there and just have a one-sided conversation with themselves while I just stared at the ceiling. I refused to even try to follow what they were saying if they were only talking to themselves.

Then they made the mistake of letting me out of bed. I don't know whose grand idea that was, but surely there was some resistance. There is no way in hell Mrs. Weasley or Madame Poppy would just agree to let me walk around the school all hours of the day left to my own devices. In the end, though, I was able to go where ever I wanted as long as it was on school grounds.

I started losing track of how many days had passed. All I knew was that I was going to have the entire place memorized by the time school started back up. They allowed me to have most of my stuff but some of it they kept confiscated. Stuff like my map, cloak, candy, photo album, and clothes they kept in my trunk at the end of my bed. Someone- probably the Weasley's or Dumbledore- had bought my books for 6th year and put them in my trunk.

I knew they were afraid I was going to try again. They probably had several house-elves following me everywhere I went to make sure I wouldn't do anything. It was the smartest thing they'd done yet. In the back of my mind, I knew that as soon as I got the chance I would try again. I knew I was suicidal, I wasn't stupid.

One day, I woke up and saw a new face staring down at me and I knew I wasn't escaping. I sat up and glared at the unfriendly face, making it clear I wasn't going to start the conversation.

"If that's how it's going to be Mister Potter, then we shall be sitting here quite a long while," Snape drawled. I merely continued to stare at him, daring him to interrogate me. "What do you remember of your childhood?" he asked in the smoothest of ways. I knew immediately it was rehearsed.

"If you're going to question me like everyone else, then you may want to consider rehearsing better," was all I said back. I stared at the wall waiting for him to leave after that.

"I must admit I really didn't put too much effort into practice, but that's only because I only give what I receive. The difference is that me not trying isn't going to kill someone."

The next thing I knew, my fist was flying through the air and connecting with Snape's jaw. "I remember playground school bells ringing again and again!" I yelled at him, "I remember my cousin reminding me every time I would look out the window on rainy days that my mum is not breathing! I remember only having my mind to talk to! I remember smiling, but not believing I would ever wake up from the nightmare that was my reality! Tell Dumbledore this: don't try to fix me because I was never broken! Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide from Voldemort!" By the end of my rant, I was screaming. At some point I must have stood up, so I sat back down again and stared at the wall. Don't cry! Don't cry! I told myself fiercely, biting my lip so hard I could taste blood.

"Why did you lash out at Professor Snape, Harry?" The following day, I was confined to my bed again and Dumbledore was trying to get more information out of me.

The reason I'd punched him was because he basically said I never tried during our Occulency lessons. And then he blamed Sirius' death on me. It was too much for me to handle at that moment. So I punched him.

When Dumbledore finally got the message that I wasn't going to talk today, I was hit by a sudden realization. I wasn't sleeping. I was still alive, or all that was left of yesterday.

There you are! 2 chapters in one day, wow! This one's a bit longer. I hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to review! Tell me what you want to see next. Should Snape mentor Harry? Should Dumbledore be evil? What will happen when school starts back up? Let me know!

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