Rescued

Visions: Harry

While Hermione and Ron seemed skeptical of the strange visions I saw and my stinging scar, I knew all too well that they were real. Horrible tortures of Muggles, the laughing thief.

I sighed as I slowly made my way to the dungeons. Dumbledore may have insisted that I go to Occlumency lessons, but that didn't mean I had to like them. I reached the door of Snape's office and knocked, hearing the sardonic crow of "come in, Potter."

"You took your time," he sneered. I shrugged nonchalantly. "But of course, nothing else expected from the great Potter, the boy who lived, who can do whatever he wants--" he taunted, but I felt my face flush and fought to keep myself from screaming.

"Can we just start?" I snapped.

"Very well," Snape smirked. "Legilimens." I felt a cold draft enter my head, and all of a sudden I was experiencing the memories I had tried so hard to block out come to life again. The sting of the belt when the Dursleys hit me relentlessly. The shining knife flashing above my head as Vernon threatened me over and over. The blood flowing from underneath the cupboard door as I struggled to keep breathing.

And as soon as the wind had entered, it left. I was on the floor clutching my head, and Snape was standing over me, an unreadable expression in his dark, murky eyes. He didn't say anything, just stood there, his pasty face glowing slightly in the dim light of the torch on the wall. I was panting, my breath hitching slightly, and sweat dripped down my face. I hated him for his dark sarcasm, his unfriendly demeanor, his snide remarks, his glare, what he had done or almost done to Remus and Sirius, for being. And it sort of scared me, at the moment, how much hate radiated off of me for one person. All because he had forced me to relive the worst and most painful moments in my life.

"We'll continue next Thursday, Potter." He said and I lost no time in turning and scrambling out of the door as fast as I could.

After taking a hot shower I sat on the bathroom floor, the towel wrapped around my waist, and clutched my head, trying to find a happy moment to hold onto. I groaned in misery, hating the man who had forced me to relive these moments, and wished for anything to happen to distract me.

"Harry? Hello, mate, are you in there?" Ron's worried voice floated through the door.

"Yeah, mate. I'm in here. I'll be out in a second. "

"You might want to see what Umbridge posted." I groaned again, fearing the worst. Yay. Another person in my life who refused to do anything worthwhile.

We all crowded around the notice board, and I heard through word of mouth about "the high inquisitor" and other hogwash.

"What a bunch of crap," I said dully. Hermione and Ron murmured agreements, and then Hermione started ranting about something. I wasn't really listening until she said

"...And then you can teach us, Harry!" My head snapped up.

"What?!" Hermione sighed exasperatedly at me.

"Come on, I'll tell you in the dorms."

I had to admit, it was a brilliant plan, to have a small rebellion group to actually learn defense spells with. It sounded fun, and faintly reminded me of the tales of the Marauders. But me as a teacher?

"Come on, mate, you've fought You-Know-Who before," Ron had stated.

"Harry--there are spells that have saved your life before! Think of how much you can help people!" Hermione reinstated over and over again.

"Fine! I'll do it!" I threw up my hands and informed them id be going to bed.

What had I started?

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