It all started with a Pensieve

Chapter Eight

"Gyffindork, get the hell out of my way," Shoved Draco, as he passed Harry in crowded halls. Harry wasn't about to stand for this today. He was too close to losing it. It wasn't even funny. The morning had involved being shunned out of the Grffindor table, being late for class because the Slytherins thought it would be funny to bewitch his textbooks so they flew in the opposite direction he was walking, getting yelled at by McGonagall for being late, then by Flitwick for not finishing his homework, and to top it off, when Divination rolled around in the afternoon, Harry had no one to sit with and was forced because of the odd number in the class, to work with Trelawny.

Now, the end of the day, and exiting from flying class, Harry was really ready to blow off some stream, and Malfoy seemed like just the perfect person. "Oh, fuck off, Malfoy." Harry announced, stopping walking, as he glared at the blond.

"What did you just say to me?" Malfoy asked, also stopping. The two boys stared at each other amidst the crowd of hastily moving students, wanting get back to their common rooms.

"I told you to fuck off," Harry told him, not tearing his eyes away for a second.

Malfoy glowered at him, saying nothing and doing nothing for a few moments. Then, still in the cramped space, he took a step closer to Harry and swung at his gut, landing a hard punch square in the middle. The mob of students all froze as the saw Draco Malfoy, soon to be Death Eater, take a swing at Harry 'the boy-who- lived' Potter.

Harry wasn't about to be bullied by some snot nosed Malfoy. He pushed him back by the shoulders. Sending Malfoy hurtling back into a small group of second year Ravenclaws. Draco stood up immediately and pushed Harry into a near-by wall. That's when the crowd formed. Some of the younger students, deciding it would be safer to leave, as opposed to staying, headed down an empty hallway, but most stayed and watched, as the fight got rougher and rougher.

Wands forgotten, Harry kicked Draco roughly in the shin, sending Draco to the ground. Malfoy grabbed a loose piece of cloth from hanging from Harry's robe, and pulled him down to ground, maneuvering himself on top of him. Draco reached around and seized Harry around the neck, effectively starting to strangle him. Harry clasped Draco by the wrists and attempted to move the hands that were cutting off his air. When that failed to do much, a though struck Harry like a bolt of lightening. Harry moved his knee just a bit upwards, and proceeded to kick Draco, with one swift jerk, in the crotch. Malfoy let out a sharp cry of pain, and released Harry's neck. The black haired boy, gasped for breath, but lost no time when Draco was in obvious pain.

Harry flipped Draco onto his back, and punched him hard in the face, sounding a crack, and breaking the Slytherin's nose, as blood rushed out of it. Harry did this once again, and then punched Draco in the stomach for good measure.

By this time the crowd was larger and all of them were watching with rapt attention. Harry could have cared less about who saw this, until he heard a booming voice and regretted everything.

"What is going on here? Don't you all have somewhere to be?" Snape's voice asked, parting the multitude of students, who were fleeing the scene. His eyes rested on Potter, who was now sitting on top of a very messed and bloody Malfoy, who looked like he was going to be very sick, very soon. "Potter," He said, his eyes slitting in anger, "My office, now." Harry got up; hardly caring that Malfoy was breathing loudly, and brushed past a very upset Snape. Harry looked back as he walked down a flight of stairs to see Snape crouching beside Malfoy and helping him to rise.

Snape's office was much the same as it always was. Crowded with disgusting vials and jars of unknown substances were shelves, with dust literally dripping off of the corners. Harry took a deep breath of air before entering. The air inside this room was musty and smelled of unclean mold and dirt, along with other scents wafting from the contents of jars.

Harry took a seat in front of the desk, and waited. He knew that Snape would probably arrive with the Headmaster and McGonagall, raving about how he should be expelled, because after all, he was just like his father. Then Dumbledore would pull some sort of speech in which you would expect music to start playing in the background of, defending Harry of all of his wrong doings. He would end up with a week's detention, none of them would be with Snape, and the whole incident would be forgotten. It had happened countless times throughout his years at Hogwarts, which was why Harry was surprised when Snape arrived, without the Headmaster, or McGonagall. His eyes blazing, he swiftly walked behind his desk and sat down, and leaned forward slightly.

"What in the name of Merlin do you think you were doing to Malfoy?" He hissed, hardly moving his lips. Harry wasn't going to be intimidated by this any longer.

"He hit me, so I defended myself," Harry sat back in his chair, sniffing indignantly. Snape looked absolutely furious.

"There is so fine a line between defending oneself and beating someone into a bloody pulp." Snape spoke through clenched teeth. Then a though hit Harry, and he had to suppress a slight grin.

Harry began to hum, very quietly so Snape could continue on his rave. He was jabbering on about how he was a disgrace to the school, and should be done away with. Harry continued to hum, wondering whether Snape would recognize the familiar tune.

"Potter, stop your humming and listen." Harry looked up at Snape, eyes wide with innocence.

"Don't you like Vertical Horizon, Professor?" Whatever Snape had expected Harry to say, it certainly wasn't that. Snape narrowed his eyes at the black haired youth and scowled.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Potter." His expression was tight lipped and angry. "You know, you're just like your father. You don't take anything seriously and you'll never grow up." Snape accused and Harry blanched. Once he would have been honored to be told that he was just like his father, but now he didn't want to hear it.

"I'm not like him." Harry said bluntly, wondering what Snape was thinking.

"Yes you are, and you'll never change. Proud and stuck up, arrogant, not to mention an idiot." Harry didn't even flinch.

"My father may have been all those things, but I'm not, Professor." Snape was clearly confused. For the past few years every time he had insulted James Potter, his son would go bananas about it, but now he was hardly getting a response. "Now can you just tell me when I have detention, so I can go?" Harry asked him coolly, determined not to show Snape how much he wanted to apologize for all the shit his father put him through.

"Be down here at seven tomorrow. You'll be cleaning out the cauldrons." Snape informed him, and pointed to the door. Harry turned and left, slightly angry with himself and with Snape for some unknown reason. He trudged up to Gryffindor Tower to see Hermione, Ron and Seamus sitting by a table, Seamus and Ron playing chess. Harry felt a ting of sadness, wanting to go over and see them, but knowing he couldn't. Then Seamus called over to him.

"Thanks a lot Harry. Gryffindor's down fifty points because of you." Seamus shouted over, and Harry felt his stomach plummet. He had forgotten about that. It was stupid of him to think that Snape wouldn't take points away. And for the first time in a while, Harry felt like he wanted to cry. He nearly ran up the stairs, knocking Neville down the last two steps, and charged into his empty dormitory. He cast a lock on the door and went over to his bed, burying himself in covers, and pulling the curtains closed.

He cried for everything. He cried because he missed Ron and Hermione, he cried because he wanted to believe hi parents were perfect, he cried because he had been so stupid to think that Snape was a different person then he had been a month ago, just because he found out some stuff about his childhood. He cried for how angry he was at Sirius and how much he just wanted to hurt his own Godfather. It went on for what seemed like hours. Finally, after losing track of how long he'd been in his dorm for, and what time it was, Harry deciding it was better just to sleep rather then go and get dinner, if indeed dinner was on now. He curled up deeper in the covers, and rested his head on the pillow and refused to get up and undressed.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep, but was awoken from his half asleep state by a knock at the door. Harry pulled his head under the pillow and wished whoever was there away, but the knocking only increased. Finally after the knocking had gone on for at least five minutes, Harry got up out of bed, knowing his hair was tousled and his was face and eyes were red from crying, but he only wanted the pounding to stop so he could sleep.

He pulled the door open and saw Ron standing on the other side, with a sad smile on his face. "You want to tell me what happened?" He asked, sounding a lot gentler then he usually was. Harry just stared at him, tears brimming in his eyes again. He felt himself lose control again and began to cry, unable to stop it. That's when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist, and a soft hand reached up to stroke his hair. "Come on, tell me what's wrong?" Ron nudged, as he lead him over to Harry's bed, and helped him to sit down. Ron took Harry into his arms and let him cry out himself for a few minutes.

"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone else," Harry looked up at the older boy, and Ron nodded.

"I promise I won't tell anyone, unless you're hurting yourself." Ron whispered, stroking Harry's hair again.

"You think I'd do that?" Harry questioned, his eyes beginning to water again.

"No, I don't, but you've been so different lately. I know I've been a rotten friend, we all have. I'm so sorry, Harry." Ron told him in a hushed voice, watching as Harry stared up at him, then broke down in tears. He moved his legs up to his chin and sobbed into his knees, thinking that there were no more tears left to cry, but proved wrong.

Ron held him tighter, pulling him closer so that Harry could cry into the crook of his shoulder. "Thanks, Ron." Harry said, hardly audible, Ron only nodded and held him closer. Harry looked up weakly, cheeks still wet.

"Tell me what's wrong, I want to help." Ron told Harry, as Harry stopped his crying and eased down to the pillows. Ron sat beside him, playing with his hair lightly.

"I don't think you'll understand. You'll think I'm a freak." Harry whimpered, struggling to hold the tears back once again, feeling weak and ill.

"I'll never think you're a freak, and I might not understand, but I can try at least." Ron's words were comforting and soft, and Harry blinked away his tears, sighing.

"I'll tell you." With that Harry took a deep breath, "Remember when we went down to Snape's private chambers."


A bit of a cliffhanger here, anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was a bit shorter then the ones before, but I didn't have much time to finish it. So read and review please. I'll try to have the next one up by the weekend.