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Pomfrey was getting a stronger calming draught when Harry started coming around. She had set up a spell to warn Snape if Harry started falling asleep. She said falling asleep would worsen the effects of the curse. While Poppy was away it started beeping. Snape reacted quickly and gave Potter a potion to keep him awake. The beeping stopped so it must have worked. "Harry, you must stay awake, okay? Don't fall asleep Potter." Harry stirred and his eyes opened. His eyes were not focused, and the left eye was fading into a grey instead of Lily's brilliant emerald green. Harry muttered something he couldn't make out, it sounded like "Sorry...no more chores please...not the..." Then Potter went quiet again. His eyes drooped and the beeping started again, out of rash thinking to no thinking at all, Severus did the first thing he could think of, he grabbed the boy's shoulder and shook. He knew it was the wrong thing to do as soon as Potter weakly flinched away, and his breathing became quicker. He took his hand away and mentally hit himself. Of course, touch would hurt or startle him because of his obvious abusive past. Harry's glassy eyes opened wider, and he looked out into space. Snape sighed and ran a hand down his face. Having his eyes open but not responding was a sign of madness from the Cruciatus Curse. Potter must be trapped in his own thoughts. His breathing became hard and so Snape gave him a calming draught. After his breathing slowed down and was calmer, he heard the boy talking again. "Please...don't...hurt...me..." The rest of the fifth and fourth years were wearing confused faces at what was happening and there were a few tears from Neville who knew the signs from the Cruciatus Curse. Poppy came back with a strong calming draught just at the right time. Harry's breathing slowed and his chest was rising and falling at a more even pace. His eyes started shifting slightly as he slowly looked around. Snape went back to Potter's glasses and cast reparo again. This time with the glass extracted the glasses fixed themselves. As he was about to place them on Harry's face he jumped up. "Sirius! He…needs…help!"

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Harry jumped up his heart racing, he had to save him! He weakly struggled in the bed for a second before he was too tired. All energy seemed to be used up in some simple struggle. He hung his head and closed his eyes. Wait? What was he struggling for? He was so tired and just wanted to sleep. He heard steps coming up to him and struggled to open his eyes, but he looked over to where the noise came from. He felt glasses were placed on his face and in his right eye the world became clear, and he looked and saw a group of teenagers and an adult. He was too tired to care about what that was about and just sat looking at the now clear world. A boy stepped forward, he had tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

"Harry, are alright? Do you know who we are?" Harry's face slightly scrunched at this. He didn't feel like replying and just raised his eyebrows. The adult sighed and pushed the teenagers out very forcefully. They were all fighting him and saying they all wanted to stay with Harry, whoever that was, wait, was he Harry? The dark-haired man's response to the teenagers was that they could see him later. Once he pushed them out of the hospital wing. He walked back and sat down in a chair and sighed again and folded his hands in his lap.

"Do you know who you are?" The man asked gently.

"My...my name is Harry." Harry croaked out.

"That is very good. Now do you remember what happened?"

"Uhh...no. What...what happened? And who were...were those people? Who are you?" Harry was racking his memory, but the only thing he could remember was being at the Durley's, and that was the last thing he wanted to remember. This all felt too tiring, he just wanted to sleep. The man sighed once again at his last two questions.

"You really don't know who I am?" The man unfolded his hands and pinched the bridge of his nose. Harry shook his head. He felt like he should know he was, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't think straight.

"Do you know why I can't see out of my eye?" Harry shakily pointed a finger at his left eye which was now almost pure white.

"Yes, I do." The man replied. "And you can call me Professor Snape." Snape said something else, but Harry's concentration drifted away, he tried to stay focused, but Snape was talking too much. He found himself staring at the wall in front of him. He didn't hear a single word Professor Snape had said. Flashes of his days at the Dursley's home slowly started to come back. Harry put his hands up to his ears as if to stop the memories from coming back. He hummed slightly and rocking back and forth ever so slightly. But when the images of the Dursleys went away and images of a dark and eerie graveyard came, something was familiar about the place. A high cold voice pierced through the suffocating darkness. "Kill the spare…" And far away, someone with a lightning scar on their forehead let out a heart-breaking scream.

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter, I am trying to make them longer. I always love reviews! More chapters coming soon! :D