Disclaimer- I of course don't any of the Harry Potter characters or the school, I don't even own the song. I just own the plot!

A/n- This is a one- shot and I hope you guys like it. There is abuse mentioned and Harry/Snape bonding not Slash just father-son bond.

A/n2- If you have the song 'I'm Ok' by Christina Aguilera then play it when the song comes on. Only a few words have been changed. Enjoy and please review!

Professor Snape was walking the corridors of Hogwarts, searching for any students who dared to go out pass curfew. Nighttime was the only time that Hogwarts was quite; unlike when it was day and the castle was alive with children running, talking and laughing loudly, which irritated him to no end. That's why he preferred the comfort of the damp dungeons, students stayed away from them and it allowed him his grade papers or make potions without the annoying students bothering him.

And who was his most hated student, none other than favorite Hogwart's Golden Boy, Harry- bleeding-Potter. The boy had broken more rules and put his life and others in danger so many times that it was amazing the boy had reached sixteen at all. Snape knew that the little brat was out after curfew several times but the headmaster insisted that the boy should be treated like he was something special. Harry Potter was nothing but a boy who got lucky and famous for a scar, a scar for Christ stake! But everyone saw it fit to treat the boy as if he was above everyone. Just like his father, who made his Hogwarts years a living hell. Potter and his little followers' always teased him for no good reason except that they were bored. That big-headed, self-centered jerk!

That's why he took everything out on Potter and constantly took the chance to expel him, because he was so much like his father. Relishing in the fame that was so undeserved.

Snape was checking the Astronomy tower where couples usually tended to go to snog. In one of the rooms he found a sixth year Ravenclaw with a fifth year Gryffindor. Satisfied that he took points away and gave them detentions he went off to check the remaining towers.

On checking the last tower he heard a noise that sounded like a musical instrument. Careful not to make any sounds he approached slowly and quietly, using his skills as a spy to blend in with the shadows. When he reached the top he saw that it was a boy, sitting with his back to him but he could make out the guitar he was holding in his lap. Snape had a gut feeling he knew who it was, but didn't move forward as the boy began to sing.

Once upon a time there was a boy

In his early years he had to learn

How to grow up living in a war that he called home

Never knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm

It hurt to feel the pain across my face

Every time my uncle's fist would put me in my place

Here all alone, I would cry in my room

Hoping it would be over soon

Bruises fade uncle but the pain remains the same

And I still remember how you kept me so afraid

Strength is my mother for all the love she gave

And every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday

And I'm ok

I often wonder why I carry all this guilt

When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I built

Shadow's stir at night through a crack in the door

The echoes of a broken child screaming please no more

Uncle don't you understand the damage you have done

For you it's just a memory but for me it still lives on

Bruises fade uncle but the pain remains the same

And I still remember how you kept me so afraid

The strength was my mother for all the love she gave

Every morning that I pray I look to yesterday

It's not so easy to forget all the marks you left along my neck

When I was thrown against cold stairs

And everyday afraid to come home in fear of what I might see next

Bruises fade uncle but the pain remains the same

And I still remember how you kept me so afraid

The strength was my mother for all the love she gave

And every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday

And I'm Ok.

The song ended on a soft sad note as Harry's voice faded out. Snape stood transfixed to the spot in awe and with an ache in his heart. It just couldn't be true; it had to be a song he just came up with or something.

But the potions' master knew that song spoke the truth, there was just too much emotion behind the words that Potter sang. But if it were true then he would have to admit that he was wrong, very wrong about the boy that he had despised for so many years. And Snape hated to be wrong.

Snape looked back at Potter who was still sitting there unmoving and suddenly he wished he could see the boy's face, was he mad or sad? Did he have tears in his eyes or was this really just a song and nothing more. With many thoughts revolving in his head he headed back to his room and went to bed with Harry's song still playing in his mind.


For the next few days Snape kept an eye on Potter during meal time and today he would be teaching him along with the other sixth year gryffindors, as well as his own house. Not once had he seen the boy look depressed or frowning, at lunch he would talk to his two friends and join in the laughter. Was Potter that good of an actor that he even had fooled Snape, deatheater turn spy and was still alive today?

He sat behind his desk as the gryffindors and slytherins came in and sat down in their usual spots. For the first half hour of the class he lectured on the potion they were going to be making, warning Longbottom to pay close attention to how he cut his ingredients, seriously it was a wonder that boy hadn't blown his room up yet! For the remainder of the time he walked around as usual and commented on everyone's potions, when he stopped at Potter's desk he watched as he grew slightly stiff waiting for the scathing remark and Snape surprised everyone including Potter when he just nodded and went on to yell at Longbottom. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Potter and Weasley exchanged looks.

'He didn't even take points away.' Weasley mouthed and Potter nodded.

"Copy down your homework, clean up and then you are dismissed." There was a scramble to get the task done particularly on the gryffindor side. "Potter you stay behind after everyone's left." He added much to the dismay of the boy. All of the gryffindor's shot him sympathy looks and the slytherins snickered and sneered as they left the room. Potter glared at the table but cleaned up and waited watching the others as they left.

Just as the last of the students were making their way out Snape heard the Weasley boy telling Potter that he'll explain to Hagrid where he is and then with Granger the two of them left. Moving carefully Snape sat down behind his desk and asked (ordered) for Potter to come up to his desk, once there Snape still said nothing but merely stared at the boy. The words from a few nights before washed over him as he tried to broach the topic with Potter. But really how does someone introduce the topic of abuse…. 'Hey Potter I'm just curious did your uncle by any chance beat you?'... No he had to be more subtle.

"Sir is there a reason why I'm here, because if not I do have a class to attend." Potter broke the silence before he could ask his question.

Yet it was all Snape needed to bring back the old loathing as he threw a glare at the boy. The spunk that Potter had made Snape doubt that the boy had been or was still being abused, weren't abused children a little more timid about how they spoke to adults? Mentally taking a deep breath he reminded himself of the song and tried to push the image of James Potter out his mind as he asked the question that he'd been burning to ask.

"Two days ago you were in the Astronomy tower, were you not?"

Potter's eyes widen dramatically, the color draining from his face and it was all the answer that Snape needed. "How do you know?" He asked.

"I saw you. You were singing, about your uncle." Snape told the pale gryffindor slowly and waited for the denial to come, waited for the excuse that of course he hadn't been the one in the astronomy tower, he'd been in bed like the good gryffindor he was. The reaction he got was unexpected but watched nonetheless showing nothing. Potter jumped and slammed his fist against the desk but didn't sit back down, instead he began to pace.

After a minute of this Potter turned to Snape with narrowed eyes. "How much did you hear?"

Not bothering with lies Snape told the boy truthfully that he had heard the whole song from start to finish. "Is it true or did you just hear that song somewhere?"

"Why do you care? You weren't even suppose to hear the damn song."

"And you weren't suppose to be out of bed after curfew." Snape sneered.

"Fine you want the truth… Yes! The song is true but no one was suppose to hear it!" Potter sat down heavily on the chair and put his head on the table.

So it was true just like he thought, but it didn't fit. Harry Potter, the-boy-lived was to live the perfect life and be spoiled just like he was here. Snape reached over and put his hand on Potter's shoulder feeling awkward as he did it but it felt like he should be comforting the gryffindor in some way.

"I don't need your pity." Potter shook off the hand but his eyes remained glued to the table.

"Why didn't you tell anyone? Surely Dumbledore would have done something to help you."

"That's just it, I don't anyone to know. Everyone excepts me to be bloody perfect and be the hero to defeat Voldemort. They don't say it but I see it in all their eyes, even in Dumbledore's eyes, he wants me to be the hero. And I will not disappoint them because of something that happened in the past."

When did he become so wise? Everything he said was precise. People did except him to save them all but sometimes they forget that he just a boy of sixteen years of age, not the semi-god that they treated him like and Snape realized as much as it pained him that Potter was not James but just Harry.

"You're only a child; you still need to have someone to count on." And when did I become the boy's counselor? Snape thought to himself.

"I'm not a child, I stop being a child when my parents were murdered and I was placed with the Dursley's."

"I'm sorry Harry."

Harry looked at his Professor who had done nothing but torment him for the past six years for something he was not and for once he saw that the old, greasy man was actually sincere.

"Remember last year when I fell into your pensive and I saw that memory of you and my dad picking on you?" Harry asked quietly. Annoyed at being reminded about that day Snape nodded wondering what Harry had to say on that.

"My first thought wasn't what you probably thought, that I found it funny on the contrary I felt ashamed of my father because I know what it feels like to picked on for no reason other than someone was bored."

"How is that you turned out to be so different from what I expected you to be? You're not the annoying, egoistical little brat that I thought you to be."

Harry gave him a genuine smile for the first time in both their life and Snape saw his mother in Harry's face not his father.

"What can I say I like keeping people on their toes." Harry stood up and grabbed his bag. "Thank you Professor Snape." He had reached the door when the potion masters' voice stopped him.

"If you ever need to talk about anything no matter how stupid, or worthless you might think it is, I'm here for you ok."

Harry looked at him for a long time and nodded before he left quietly, shutting the door without a sound.

Revised 3-31-07