A/N: All credit goes to Hufflepuff4ever93. Now onto the story.
"Focus, Potter! Clear your convoluted mind!" Snape spat out, while Harry panted on the floor from yet another horrible Occlumency lesson.
"I can't! Not with you shouting at me like that!" Harry answered angrily. Professor Snape always made it difficult for him to concentrate, and not only because he wasn't Harry's favorite teacher.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter. I will make it twenty if you continue disrespecting me like that," Professor Snape replied silkily, his malevolent eyes swirling with anger, but with no other emotion or body language to give away his rage. Harry tried not to flinch. Snape in many ways reminded him of his aunt. When Uncle Vernon got angry, Harry could easily tell. Vernon shouted and often turned an awful shade of purple; however, when Aunt Petunia got angry, Harry wasn't able to tell which made it worse because he didn't know what to expect from her as punishment.
"Yes sir," Harry sighed defeatedly. No matter how hard or long he tried, Harry couldn't clear his mind since it had always been full of emotions and thoughts. He wondered how Snape could just turn them off. He tried to stop thinking and stared at the wall for a few minutes to attempt to clear his mind. It didn't work.
"Again, Potter, legilimens," Snape incanted and once again they were back to memories flashing though Harry's eyes. Snape liked picking out moments of embarrassement or fear from Harry, all the better to humiliate him with and today it was of his time with the Dursleys.
5 year old Harry serving the Dursleys and Aunt Marge on a summer holiday. 8 year old Harry turning his teacher's wig blue. 6 year old Harry being bitten by Aunt Marge's dog, Ripper while Aunt Marge, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley laughed at him uproariously as he tried not to cry from the gaping wound on his lower left leg left by the dog. Later that day when little Harry was tying an old shirt of Dudley's around his bleeding leg in his------Harry couldn't let Snape see that, not another thing for him to tell his Slytherins about.
"NO!" Harry roared and pushed Snape out of his mind with all of his force. He collapsed to the ground, seething in anger and sweating from the effort.
"What was that, Potter?" Snape asked angrily. Harry viciously pushed down his anger since he couldn't affort to lose any more House points.
"I don't understand what you mean, Professor," Harry replied flatly. He wasn't going to help Snape get what he wanted from him.
"I mean, Potter, with the dog," Snape spat out, clearly frustrated.
"It was Dudley's birthday. I got in the way of my aunt's dog," Harry said tonelessly. Snape growled and turned around to move back to his desk.
"Yes, I understand that, Potter," Snape said his last name as though as it was a curse. "But why were your relatives laughing at you?" Harry stared at Snape, incredulous. Did he seriously believe all the rubbish he himself spouted about how much of a pampered brat Harry was?
"My relatives don't like me very much," Harry answered evasively. Snape stared at him oddly. Harry couldn't tell what Snape was thinking.
"Very well, Potter. I daresay I've had enough of your personality for one night. You may go," Snape dismissed Harry without any of his usual acerbic, cutting remarks. Harry nodded and left the room thinking, 'What the bloody hell?'
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Occlumency Opportunity
FanfictionWhat would happen if Professor Snape learned about Harry's home life during occlumency and reacted differently from in the books? Would he be able to see past his grudge and end up helping Harry? Chapters 1-19 were written by @hufflepuff4ever93 on F...
