Hating me (Discontinued)

Talk

(A/n: Sorry for not updating in about 6 million years! The education system is a twat and I'm currently in Spain. I have no idea what to write so please put up with me during this chapter - I'll just be writing whatever comes to mind.

For context, this story is set in the second year (about a week in) and yes, it took me ages to decide what year to set it in which is why Lockhart hasn't been introduced yet. I've decided that I might not completely follow the plot of the second year in this, so bear with me.

Cheesesticks.)

Snape, Snape, Severus Snape...

(Edit: Very disappointed nobody continued that)

Severus let out a sigh for the hundreth time that day. Of course, he had expected Potter to react in this way, which is why he had made sure he had a calming draught with him, as well as a vial of dreamless sleep in case things got too out of hand.

Po- Harry (he reminded himself) sat huddled on the duvet of the guest bed. Snape watched the effects of the calming draught kick in as Harry gently rocked himself back and forth.

He knew he had to approach this topic very carefully indeed if he wanted any information to confirm his suspicions.

"Harry..." he began, slowly.

Harry looked up at him with huge emerald eyes.

"During your panic attack yesterday you said some...things regarding your Uncle..."

Harry's eyes widened and he glanced down at his hands.

"I know you don't want to speak about it and I understand how these things may seem better left a secret, but listen to me now," Snape rested a hesitant hand on Harry's knee, who flinched but allowed the contact.

"Hiding away will never help you in the long run. The things you feel, even years after the events that caused them, will stay with you. They will continue to hurt you, even if you pretend they don't," he stopped, feeling slightly uncomfortable. But, he knew he had no choice. Harry had to know this. He couldn't allow this small child to turn out like him.
"I know you're scared, and you have every right to be, but acting like those fears aren't there, playing a role you cannot be deep down..." he took a deep breath. Did he have to tell him this? Yes, he supposed he must. It was the only way,
"You won't be able to let go. Of this thing you have allowed yourself to become. This creature, so protective of it's own feelings that it struggles to understand the very concept of emotion. The memories you have kept locked up inside, so desperate to spill out, are never spoken. An eternal burden, something you can never rid yourself of. And I should know..."

He stopped, hoping he'd said enough. He didn't want to continue any further, to relive his childhood. He knew exactly what it felt like. He knew what fate the child would fall into if he didn't speak up now and he didn't want him to experience that.

Harry said nothing for a moment, likely processing what his Professor had told him.

"It's...thank you, sir," he wrung his hands, awkwardly. Severus knew he was just as uncomfortable as he was and spoke no further of the matter. Deciding he'd leave the boy to his own thoughts, he stood up and turned to leave.

"Get some rest Harry. I have dreamless sleep if you need it. You may call me."

He was just closing the door as the Gryffindor spoke up again, "Sir wait."

Severus stopped and looked at him.

"I'm sorry. You know, for yelling at you."

Snape inclined his head, "I can assure you Harry, that was no problem at all."

He shut the door behind him and collapsed on the sofa, resting his head in his hands. The one statement in which he had referred to his past had been enough for everything to resurface. He could recall the sickeningly strong stench of alcohol and the screams of his mother as glass shattered on her head. His father shouting, telling her to shut up. Calling her names, insulting her and her son. Threatening her.

He shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside. He had kept up his walls for so long, he would not let them fall now. Not now. Not while Harry needed him more than anything.

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Sorry if today's chapter was a bit short. Everything just spilled out and I honestly didn't know what else to write. Might be exploring a bit of Snape's past soon, but for now we focus on precious bubs (Harry).