Our Very Own Depressed Celebrity

Chapter Two

Despite the heating spell that Severus had casted in the Astronomy tower the boy wrapped in his arms was still shivering. As much as Severus wanted to believe that his shaking was due to the cold air he knew it was the latter. No doubt all the pressure that had been pushed upon the raven haired boys shoulders had finally broken him and now here Severus was sitting on the cold stone floor with the Potter boy as the result.

Severus normally preferred silence over sound, but the same could not been said for his situation at the moment. Harry had stopped crying ages ago and now all that was left the lost look in his eyes. Lily's eyes Severus thought. With his hand still cradling the young boys head he knew he couldn't take the boy to Albus or Pomfrey in this condition, so at that moment he decided it would just be best to take him to his private quarters.

As he lifted the boy he realized just how light he actually was, just another question he would have to ask him when he woke up to the uneasy slumber he had fell in too.  The trip down to his quarters was only accompanied by the occasional whimpers of the boy in his arms. After the rude comments from his portrait about lousy Gryffindor's, Severus quickly laid the boy down in his bed and conjured up a chair to sit next to the boy who lived. Before Severus had a chance to cast a diagnosing spell of the Harry he was met with two frightened green eyes.

"Harry, how are you feeling?"

(Harry's POV)

Warmth. That's the first thing that came into his mind as he tugged the blanket lighter around him. Just as he about to welcome the land of unconsciousness once again a deep familiar voice pulled him out and caused him to open his tired eyes.

There sat a man he had once feared, or maybe he still feared. His emotions had be rather difficult to decipher the last few months. Actually, everything had been difficult lately. But of course the golden boy handled it all as well he could, which given his current predicament and mental state clearly that tactic was no longer working.

Once again he recognized the deep voice saying his name and this time he looked towards the man sitting to his right. Severus Snape, a rather fascinating individual, which most people didn't know because once they were introduced to his...interesting personality they turned him away. This is one of the things that drawled Harry to the potions master because he knew exactly what that was like. When Harry's depression really started to set in is when he noticed the different layers of Snape. First, the most obvious one was hate. Stone cold hate. Which honestly Harry had to admit he was rather envious of the greasy haired man, he would give anything to be able to simply glare at someone and shut them up. Next, was hurt. This has somewhat shocked Harry when he found out. Snape always seemed so intimidating and confident, but throughout his observations during potions class it started to become more and more evident. And finally the thing Harry related to the most was the dead hopeless look that he had seen so many times before in those black eyes, the same black eyes he was looking into right now, but something was different, hate was not present in the dark orbs, it Harry wasn't mistaking, it was concern.

And that was how he got to his current situation, staring at the man in front of him. He realized that he never understood what the man had said to him.

"What Professor?" He mentally cringed as he croaked out his question and started to panic as he saw the mans facial expression deepen as he got up and walked into another room only to return seconds later with a vial.

"Here, take this. It should he with your throat and the pain I'm assuming you're experiencing in your head." Snape explained as a shaky had reached out to grab the potion that would hopefully give him some relief. As he uncorked the vial and was about to take the potion he remembered.

(Snape's POV)

I tried not to let worry overtake my face as I watched Potter's shaky hand grab the vial, honestly I was just surprised that he had not put up a fight, but of course I assumed too soon as I realized what color the boy had in his face had disappeared only leaving a look of absolute fear.

"S..Sir I can't this potion. Sorry." The shaken boy rushed out as he pushed the vial back into my grasp.  I stared at the potion in the vial making sure everything was as it was supposed to be. Confusion once again overtook me as I could not understand why the boy would refuse to take the potion when he was clearly in pain. Pride, maybe? Stupid Gryffindor. 

"Potter, I understand that like your father you are willing to do anything to not hurt your pride, but I promise that not accepting the help, that I do not have to offer might I add, is disrespectful which once again is another you share with that bloody father of yours."

"Okay Sir." To his surprise the young boy whispered locking his eyes into a dead stare on the potions master's dark robes. Trying to push away his confusion Snape remembered why they were in this situation in the first place.

"Potter, what were you doing in the astronomy tower as such an hour?"

There was many things that Severus Snape had expected after making that statement. More tears, yelling, hell he wouldn't have been surprised if the younger wizard had tried to hex him into next week, and he would of rather dealt with any of those consequences than the one he was currently being faced with.

Instead he was faced with the same look that he saw more often than he would have liked to admit when he looked into his mirror after coming back from all of those much dreaded death eater meetings. Seeing that he was still getting nowhere Snape decided that as much as he didn't want to he would have to try another approach.

"Harry, know that while I am not the most compassionate person in the world that I am a good listener. Whether you don't want to talk about it or maybe you're scared too know that you and I are the only ones in these dungeons and that no one is going to hurt you. Clearly something is bothering you. Anyone that knows you and has seen how you have changed these lasts few months knows that. If you just don't want anyone else to know what's going on then that is okay, I can assure you that nothing will leave these quarters if not permitted too."

Much to Snape's pleasure the speech seemed to have an effect on the boy in his catatonic state. Harry looked back up at him and seemed to be observing him. Snape looked into the boy's eyes and could see the internal battle going on before an emotion he could not identify made their way to the boys face.

"See for yourself." As those words left the boy's mouth Severus was immediately sucked into a the chaotic world that was the mind of Harry Potter.
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As the love as always, JC. 🖤