Fuck You, Love Me

Chapter 2: Detention

Harry knocked on the classroom door, hoping that Snape had forgotten all about his detention. Unfortunately, the door opened and the harsh voice of his professor ordered him into the room.
“Good evening, sir.” Harry said.
“Potter.” Snape acknowledged. “Well, sit down and work on the assignment on the board. Obviously, ten points from Gryffindor for not turning your homework that was due in on time. And fifty more for skipping class yesterday-”
“I didn’t skip!”
“Oh, really, and just what were you doing then?”
“I was in the infirmary.”
“You do not act ill nor injured, Potter.”
“I wasn’t sick or hurt-”
“Then why were you in the bloody infirmary?” Snape asked angrily.
“That’s none of your business.” Said Harry quietly.
“You made it my business-”
“How?!”
“Don’t interrupt me, Potter. As I was saying, you made it my business the second you did not show up for class. Either tell me why you were in the infirmary or deal with your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.” Harry replied through clenched teeth. He walked over to a desk, throwing down his book bag, conscious of the pair of eyes following him. Spinning round, he glared at Snape, hoping to convey how much contempt he held for the man. “I missed class yesterday because I blacked out in the hall, okay. Can I not lose points, now, and I don’t know about you but I’d rather not spend the evening anywhere near you.”
“Neither would I.”
“Then why don’t you hand me off to Filch like you normally do?”
“Because that would make your punishment not as harsh.”
“Bloody Bastard.” Harry muttered.
“I heard that, Potter; five points from Gryffindor. Now, did you ‘black out’ to receive sympathy from your many fans?”
“No!” Harry growled.
“Care to explain why you seem to be passing out all over the school recently?”
“It’s none of your business. I told you why I missed class and that’s all you need to know.”
“Fine, Potter, begin your assignment. I expect a successful attempt, but I know what I expect is never what I get.
‘Oh, poor you.’ Thought Harry sarcastically. Throwing himself into a seat, he pulled out a notebook and a quill. He pretended to read the instructions on the board before writing in his journal.

September 5th, 2005

Yesterday I had another one of my dreams about Uncle Vernon. Who knew that the boy-who-lived can be conquered by a stupid muggle such as my uncle? I’m seriously scared. Sure I survived this summer, but what about the next? Stupid protection. I don’t need to go back to that hell-hole. I thought being locked in the cupboard, getting beaten up by Dudley, and being starved every once in a while was bad enough, but this is worse, much worse. And now it’s going to get out that Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter can’t even walk around without fainting or passing out. Gee, if Malfoy finds out, he’ll have a field day with this one. I sometimes find myself slipping into my bad place. Only Hermione notices when this happens. I try to act brave and happy all the time, like a good Gryffindor should do. Well screw that, I’m a little scaredy-cat. Hah. If Snape knew that his yelling makes me flinch, boy, he’d have tons of fun torturing me. But my bad place happens every once in a while. I start hyperventilating and I can’t calm down. Everything seems to be spinning out of control, slipping through my fingers, and it’s all I can do to try and hold on-

“Potter!” Snape’s angry voice penetrated through Harry’s thoughts, causing him to slam his book shut. “You insolent, insufferable, brat of a child! What have you been writing?”
“My paper, like the board says to do.”
“Liar.” Snape replied in his cold voice. “Read what you wrote in that book.”
“Sir-”
“Would you like me to confiscate and read the whole thing?”
“No.” Harry gulped.
“Then read what it says.” Harry swallowed hard, gasping for air.
“September 5th, 2005.” He took a long pause.
“Keep going, Potter.”
“Yesterday I had another one of my dreams about Uncle Vernon. Who knew that the boy-who-lived can be-be- conquered by a stupid muggle such as my uncle... I’m seriously scared.” Harry blushed deeply as he scowled.
“Sure I survived this summer, but what about the next? Stupid blood protection. I don’t need to go back to that hell-hole. I thought being locked in the cupboard, getting beaten up by Dudley, and being starved every once in a while was bad enough, but this is worse, much worse... And now it’s going to get out that Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter can’t even walk around without fainting or passing out. Gee, if-if Malfoy finds out, he’ll have a field day with this one… I sometimes find myself slipping into my bad place. Only Hermione notices when this happens. I try to act brave and happy all the time, like a good Gryffindor should do. Well screw that, I’m a little scaredy-cat……”
“Continue, Potter.” Snape demanded.
“-Hah…If S-Snape knew that his yelling makes me flinch, boy, he’d have tons of fun torturing me…But my bad place happens every once in a while. I start hyperventilating and I can’t calm down. Everything seems to be spinning out of control, slipping through my fingers, and it’s all I can do to try and hold on…”
“Is that all?”
“Yes, sir.” Harry looked everywhere but at his potion's professor.
"You are dismissed, Potter, but you will have another detention for not doing the assignment. Harry groaned in annoyance.
"Yes, sir..."