Don\'t Lie

Silence
Pain
Darkness

\"Harry...Harry?!\"

Snape shook the boy, trying to wake him. The boy was a deathly white and he had a cold sweat on his forehead. Harry\'s eyes flew open as he sat upright, breathing heavily. Snape looked over the boy, and Harry hid his face. Snape quickly shook himself out, and regained his posture. \"Mr. Potter, you were screaming in your sleep. Saying \'no\' over and over again. Care to tell me your nightmare?\"

\"N-no. I\'d r-rather n-not.\" Harry stammered as he started to shake. Snape sat on the edge of the bed, and tried to get a glimpse of Harry\'s face.

\"Mr. Potter, if you will not tell me I will find out another way.\"

\"I-is that s-so?\" Harry tried to spat back, but only began to tremble some more.

\"Mr. Potter, I am getting tired of your rudeness. 5 points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable brat, even when his greasy potions professor is trying to help him.\"

\"No, y-you\'re not t-trying to help m-me. You\'re t-trying to f-find out what\'s wrong s-so you can t-tell Dumbledore and r-rub it in my f-face for the rest of the y-year,\" Harry began, as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. \"You d-don\'t care about me S-Snape. Nor will y-you ever c-care for me!\"

\"You really are a stupid boy, aren\'t you?\" Snape barked back. Harry lifted his head, and Snape noticed some tears resting on the boy\'s cheek. He scowled, then went to stand up. Snape grabbed the boy\'s wrist to keep him from leaving, but let go when the boy yelped. Both stopped, staring at eachother. Snape\'s mind began to race. Does the boy ... ?

Snape stood up quickly and grabbed the boy\'s arm. Harry squeaked a bit as he felt himself being pulled towards the older man. What the hell is he doing?! Harry struggled to get out of the man\'s grip, but was over powered. Snape had him sitting in his lap (Oh my god I\'m sitting in his lap?!), and the older man pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bare arm. Harry heard the man exhale loudly, then Harry\'s other sleeve was pulled up to the elbow. Bare. Does he think I cut?

\"Professor?\" Harry said in a respectable/nervous voice for the first time that night. \"Professor, w-what are you doing?\"

\"I thought you had gotten into self mutilation, Mr. Potter,\" Snape said rather coldly. Harry shivered as he pulled himself out of the older man\'s lap, and suddenly felt quite weird.

\"I-I don\'t, d-didn\'t ... \" Harry trailed off as he pulled his sleeves back down. \"I d-didn\'t mean to w-worry you.\"

\"Contrary to what you believe Mr. Potter, when a student imposes a threat to himself or others, I am obliged to take care of it. When I grabbed your wrist and you jumped, I had a suspicion you might of been cutting. Please excuse my actions after that.\" Snape said stiffly as he stood up and walked past him. Harry didn\'t know whether to follow the man or stay in the bedroom, but when Snape barked at him to \'get over here\', Harry literally ran to where he heard Snape was. He saw the man summoning some tea cups to the table, and they dropped down to the table gently. \"Sit,\" Snape said, as he did so himself. Harry stiffly nodded and pulled up a chair to the table. He then glanced at his watch, and realized it was around six in the morning. Snape took a sip of his team abd stared dangerously at him.

\"Mr. Potter, I\'d rather find out what is wrong with you by chatting like civil wizards. Not \'mind raping\' you.\"

\"Professor, there is nothing - \"

\"I saw a memory which showed me something different. You screamed and thrashed about in your sleep. You\'re scared of almost everything, and have isolated yourself from things you used to enjoy. Surely Mr. Potter, do you really think I am blind?!\"

Harry squeaked a bit as he saw anger arise in his teacher\'s face.

\"I ... \"

\"You what, Mr. Potter?\"

\"I don\'t want to talk about it.\" Harry whispered, as he folded his arms on the table and rested his head down.

\"Well, obviously not talking is taking a toll Mr. Potter. You have not told me anything that can possibly assure me of your well being, nor anything that can lead me into believing you are okay.\" Snape said rather gently. Harry looked up and gazed into black eyes. Black eyes that were usually hard and cold. Black eyes that were now filled with tenderness and worry. Harry didn\'t like this at all.

\"Professor ... I just ... I don\'t know ... I don\'t know how to tell you ... I\'m afraid of what you\'ll think of me afterwords ...\" Harry couldn\'t believe he was actually considering to talk to Snape about this. Sighing, Harry closed his eyes.

\"You should not be afraid of what I will think of you Mr. Potter. I highly doubt my impression of you could be worsened.\" Snape said coolly. Harry\'s heart made a little jump, either relieved he was back to normal or upset because he was back to normal. \"So how would you like me to find out? Some Veritaserum maybe, or \'mind raping\'? Hmm? I was hoping maybe you could just tell me, but obviously that is too much to ask for - \"

Harry mumbled something, and Snape leaned over the desk. \"I\'m sorry Mr. Potter. I did not hear you. Care to say it again?\"

Harry trembled a bit, then bolted up.

\"It\'s nothing sir. I\'m going to go up to Gryffindor Tower.\" Harry turned around and walked maybe three steps when he felt himself being pushed back. With a blink of an eye, Harry\'s back was pressed against a cold wall, and Snape was mere inches away from his face. Harry felt his professor\'s breath on his face, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. \"P-Professor?\"

\"Mr. Potter,\" Snape began, slowly closing the distance between the two. \"I am tired of you being a foolish Gryffindor. What is so terribly wrong that you cannot speak of it?\"

\"Just fuck off Snape!\" Harry swore, making Snape smile.

\"20 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter. Care to make it more?\"

Harry grew silent as he stared at the floor.

\"Sir? M-May I please leave?\"

\"Not until you tell me what\'s wrong.\"

Shit

\"But ... \"

\"If I have to act like a 5th year, I will Mr. Potter. I need to know what is wrong. You\'re ruining your precious little life because of it,\" Snape remarked coldly.

\"Professor, please!\" Harry closed his eyes and felt a tear slid down his face. I don\'t want to talk about it!. Harry gasped as Snape pressed up to him, his breath ghosting over his ear. He then felt the familiar feeling of someone intruding into his mind.

Harry tried to stand, but Voldemort had other plans. The boy was thrown across the room, slumping against a cold wall. Harry scrambled for his wand, but Voldemort twirled it in his hand.

\"Looking for this, Harry?\" Voldemort hissed, as he snapped it in half and threw it to the side. He then waved his hand and Harry was tied to the wall, thrashing about to get free. \"Do not fight it, Harry. It will all be over soon ... \"

\"What the hell!\" Harry screamed, still trying to get himself free. Voldemort pressed his body against his, and Harry shuddered. He then felt something hard pressing into his thigh ...

\"It will all be over soon ... Harry,\"

Snape was pushed out of Harry\'s mind, as Harry ran for the door. Snape lifted his wand.

\"Petrificus Totalus!\" he shouted, and watched as Harry went rigid and fell onto the floor. Snape picked him up and brought him back into his bedroom, placing him on the bed. Anger swelled up inside of him. \"He raped you, didn\'t he?\"

Snape made sure the boy could not leap away, and muttered the counter curse. Harry thrashed about immediatly, screaming at Snape to let him go. \"Answer me!\"

\"Fuck off!\" Harry squeaked, not liking the way Snape had him pinned. Snape stared down at him coldly. \"Why do you fucking care?!\"

\"Because he did the same thing to me when I was your age.\" Snape said, sounding rather hurt. Harry went limp, and stared up at his teacher. \"Did he rape you?\"

Harry felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, and shut them quickly. He then nodded rather stiffly. He felt Snape\'s weight pull off of him, but a moment later it was back. He felt Snape tilt his mouth open, and a warm liquid was being poured into his mouth. \"Sleep.\" Snape commanded. Harry\'s eyes flew open, and watched as Snape lifted up and walked out of the room. Harry felt drowsy, and tried to stay awake, but soon he could not last, and fell into slumber once more.

Snape walked into the kitchen and quickly made some tea. He sucked back the hot liquid, and slammed the cup down on the table. He was shaking with anger and sadness.

The boy didn\'t deserve that ... he shouldn\'t have to have dealt with that ...

Snape then went back into his bedroom, and watched as Harry slept. He wasn\'t thrashing about, and hopefully he wouldn\'t. Snape had given him a Dreamless Sleep Drought, but in his own personal experience - that usually didn\'t do the trick. Snape leaned on the doorframe as he watched the young boy turn a bit. Walking to an arm chair that sat in the corner, Snape took a seat, and rested his head on his hands. He had to tell Dumbledore. This secret was slowly killing Harry. Just like it had slowly killed Snape.