How Will You Treat Me?

A/N: Here's the next installment. I know I said they'd be about three pages each but, while this one is longer

it still fell a little short. I'm working my way up there. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and for those who

didn't please do, they inspire me to write more.

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*Chapter 4*

“Three months away from worthless hormonal youth’s.” For the first time since school had started Severus let a

small smile play on his lips. Even though it had already been the better part of a week Snape couldn’t rest

until he had cleaned his entire potions classroom, re-stocked his potions store room and was forced to sit

through the staff’s end of year party. Just thinking of the merriment that went on was enough to make him

nauseated. Muttering a password to his portrait, Snape entered his chambers. In the dimly lit room one could

just make out Snape’s exquisite use of blues and beiges for his décor. Even though Snape was a slytherin through

and through that fact had never changed his taste in color or décor. Grabbing a tumbler and a bottle of finely

aged scotch he promptly sat himself in a most medieval looking lounge chair. Sipping away, his mind began to

wander back to his conversation with Dumbledore. ‘“Harry may look content with his life, but if you look into

his eyes Severus I trust you’ll find an unmistakable look of sorrow”’ “sorrow my ass”. Taking another swig from

his tumbler he absent mindedly rubbed his face. That old coot cares about the young Potter just as much as he

cared about the father. Always preening and pawning of the golden Potter’s. Severus sneered at the memory of

James potter. Even though Dumbledore was the closest thing Severus had to a father, he still sometimes

questioned the man’s sanity. “Look of sorrow” why were these words haunting him why should he care what look

potter was sporting. He took another noticeably larger swig of scotch and decided to retire for the evening.

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As harry sat on the cold tiled floor stunned that he managed to get out of the cupboard and not be

beaten to death. He knew he had to get out if he wanted to survive. As he raced towards the door he suddenly

stopped. If he left he’d have to explain his actions to Dumbledore and the order members. No doubt obi would

find out about him. Was it worth it? He had survived this hell before why not do it again? Was it worth his

reputation? His friends? Obidiah? Suddenly the cupboard wasn’t looking so bad. Harry just stood there letting

the minutes go slowly by not sure if he wanted the freedom or not. He had the means and the money. He could go

straight to the Weasley’s, even if Ron was a fame mongering arse the rest of the Weasley’s seemed really great

and Ron would definitely want him there even if it was just to tell the other Gryffindor’s that he spent the

summer with the bloody boy who lived. Harry had two choices.

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A sharp knock woke Snape out of his drunken slumber. He stiffly removed himself from the chair and made

his way over to the door. Not caring how disheveled he looked he opened the door with a little more force than

necessary, showing his already annoyance at his surprise visitor. It was none other than Dumbledore standing

there facing him. He was about to sneer when he noticed that the usual twinkle in his eye and eerily cheery glow

surrounding him gone. Shocked for a moment he just stood there looking at the headmaster as if trying to read

his mind. “Might I come in Severus?” Without waiting for an answer he let himself in and took the very seat

Severus himself had been sitting in. “What can I do for you headmaster?” “It’s not what you can do for me,

Severus.” “I know you don’t trust a word this elderly man utters but I really am worried about Harry.” “Why

worry about him?!” Severus was enraged; he just wanted to be left to his own devices. ‘Peace that’s all he

wanted why was that too much to ask?’ “I worry Severus, because he reminds me of another young boy.” Severus

stopped his pacing and silently turned his head to look at the headmaster. “Who?” A young boy whom I recall

having no friends and also shared that same look of sorrow.” “All that boy wanted was some love and happiness.”

Severus didn’t like where this was going. “When I had confronted the boy he finally spoke of the hell he had

been through. “Albus, don’t be ridiculous; I don’t see-”“yes Severus, you don’t see.” The calm way Dumbledore

spoke sent an eerie chill through Severus and he knew exactly what Albus was getting at. “Until he finally told

someone of how he’d been raped and abused his entire life.” Severus paled more than what seemed humanly

possible. He’d never thought he’d utter those words. The memory of the abuse came flooding back to him. How his

father had beaten him and his mother daily and how his father had sold him as a whore making more money to

gamble away. “…Raped…” Severus could barely rasp the word out. “Harry was being raped?!”