The Boy Who Wanted to Live

I didn't do anything!

Harry watched as the other students left the class room. Hannah gave him a sympathetic smile as she passed to go to her next class and Harry sighed. Professor Snape walked up to his desk and sneered making Harry squirm uncomfortably.  

"Potter." Snape greeted, as the last students scurried out. 

"Professor," Harry replied politely. 

Harry swallowed hard. Snape was bloody terrifying. 

"Tell me Potter, what are you and your Gryffindor friends up to?" What?

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.

"Don't play dumb with me, Potter. I know you are up to something. Sneaking around, asking the other Professors about things you shouldn't know about, that know-it-all Granger researching for hours in the library. I know you are up to something and you better heed my warning Potter, whatever it is that you are searching for you better stop before you get seriously hurt." Harry for a moment thought he heard concern in his Professors voice. "I would rather not have to tell Filch to scrape your vile innards off the tile." annnnd Harry was wrong. 

"I honestly don't know what you are talking about Professor." Harry said.

Snape slammed his hand on Harry's desk making Harry tense.

"Do not lie to me Potter!" Snape yelled, angrily "Tell me what you are up to! What are you looking for?!" 

"I don't know!" Harry yelled back, tears pricking his eyes "I don't know anything!"

Severus growled and leaned forward on Harry's desk, his nose inches away from Harry's.

"I. Don't. Believe. You." Snape growled angrily, "You tell your nosey little friends to back off. Tell them they better stay away from the third floor corridor or else." 

Harry gulped softly and tears filled his eyes.  He honestly didn't know what Professor Snape was talking about! 

"Y-Yes sir," Harry said in a wobbly voice, thick with tears. 

"Now get out of my classroom." Snape said angrily, and turned back to his office. 

Harry let out a whimper, grabbed his stuff and ran from the class, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know where he was or where he was heading but Harry didn't care. His throat burned with humiliation and he couldn't breathe. Harry pumped his legs harder and shoved past people without a care. The walls were closing in and he couldn't think anymore. Harry ran and ran and ran. He ran up stairs, and down stairs. He ran past blurry figures that seemed to laugh at him. His uncle's cruel laughter filled his ears and he couldn't get away from it. He crashed harshly into a shoulder but kept running, not caring about what had happened to the other person. 

"Harry?" a familiar voice from behind him called out. 

Harry let out a sob and ran harder. He hated Severus Snape, he hated Dumbledore, he hated Potions, he hated his uncle, he hated hogwarts, he hated the wizarding world, he hated-Hated-HATED! MAGIC! 

"Harry what's wrong?" Hermione asked softly as he passed. 

"I wanna go home!" Harry cried to himself running harder towards the hufflepuff wing. Harry crashed through the door, not caring about the bruise on his side it would surely leave there. 

"Harry?" multiple voices called at once, every student in the common room standing up in concern. 

Harry ran towards his room but instead landed in the comforting arms of a rather plump woman. 

"Harry dear what's wrong?" Professor Sprout asked, highly concerned. 

"I wanna go home" Harry cried into her bosom, his painful sobbing wracking his body painfully. 

She hugged him softly and petted his hair, which until now she hadn't noticed had a curious green tint to it. He nuzzled into her belly and cried harder. 

"Come on, Harry let's go have a spot of tea." she said softly "We can talk all about it. I know it's scary being in a new place all by yourself. You aren't the first boy to come here crying and I doubt you will be the last but we can talk about it yeah?"

Harry looked up at the kind woman and nodded. She pushed his tears off his cheek and rubbed his hair away from his eyes. 

"Come on then dear. Would you like cookies or cakes my love?"