Chapter 3

Harry felt nauseous as he realized he couldn't move. His body felt cold and shivery.

Lockhart knelt down above him, stroking his back, "Don't worry Harry. I'll warm you up."

As he felt his pants being slid down, he tried to squirm, "N-no. Stop."

His head was shoved into the floor, sending pain shooting through his skull, "Shush Harry. Be a good boy. You asked for this. You kept looking at me. I know you want this. It's okay, you don't have to pretend."

Harry didn't understand. He didn't understand. Why. Why?

Harry didn't know how much time had passed before he finally picked himself off the cold floor. Lockhart had left what felt like hours ago after he was finished with Harry. But Harry was in too much shock to move. He couldn't tell if that was because of what Lockhart must've slipped him or because of what had just happened.

He wanted to retch thinking about it. If he had any food in his stomach, he probably would've.

His cloak was in shreds on the floor. He pulled up his too-big pants as much as he could as he got to his feet. His shirt was ripped in places and was loosely hanging off his shoulders.

Everything seemed hazy and far away as he made his way out of the dark classroom. He didn't even know where he was going. He just began wandering the cold corridors.

Snape was livid. The stupid Potter boy had skipped his detention. Oh, how the boy would be in so much trouble. He was going to take so many house points from the spoiled brat that his friends would hate him. Yes, he'd like that.

Now Snape had patrol duties as it had just reached curfew. He was making his way up from the dungeons when he heard shuffling ahead of him. He grinned, he was in the mood to punish a rowdy child.

He turned the corner to be met with a familiar mop of black hair. He sneered, ready to punish the boy, "Potter! You insolent brat! Skip my detention and then wander my halls after curfew, who do you think you are?"

But Potter didn't even so much as turn around. Snape marched up to him, ready to give him a piece of his mind, "Look at me when I talk to you, boy!"

He was still met with no reaction so he grabbed the boys shoulder and spun him to face him. His hand dropped immediately when he saw Potter's face.