Don\'t Lie

Snape watched as Harry stirred in his sleep. It was far past lunch, but Snape did not have the heart to wake the boy. When he had fallen sleep for the second time, it took an hour for his screams and pleas of mercy to die down from the nightmare the boy was having. Snape watched as the boy slept peacefully, and he shook his head. No one should of went through what this boy was. To be raped is one thing - a terrible tragedy. But to be raped by Voldemort . . . Snape tried to fight back the looming memory of his own curse. Standing up, he shook him self out and went into his office, closing the door securely with the strongest locking charm he could conjure up. He was deathly tired but still couldn\'t fall asleep. Walking to his pensieve, he swirled the memories there for a bit, and bit his lip as he felt himself being swallowed up whole by the past.

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Harry rubbed his forehead, opening his eyes and blinking as light seeped into his vision. He felt groggy, and as the night\'s events slowly crept back to him, he wanted to vomit.

This was not happening.

He had told Snape the one thing that was eating away at him. And Snape knew what it was like. Snape went through the same thing. Harry didn\'t know what to do. Should he ask for this man\'s help, the one man who had despised him all these years, or run as fast as he could in the other direction? Harry sat up in what seemed to be Snape\'s bed, and quickly got ot his feet. He found himself quite warm, despite the fact that he was in the dungeons. Trying to not think about the fact that he had spent the night in Snape\'s room (was that a blush that just crept about your cheeks Harry?!), he made his way to what he knew was Snape\'s office. He knocked slowly three times, and waited patiently for an answer.

\"Come in,\" he heard Snape mutter, and he opened the door and quickly made his way inside. Snape was sitting at his desk, looking like a mess. He had large black circles around his eyes and his hair wasn\'t greased back into it\'s usual state. That was quickly taken care of though, when Snape muttered something and slicked back his hair so he came across as the same old grouchy professor Harry somewhat grew up with. Snape stared oddly at him, and he bowed his head. \"It\'s nice of you to join me Mr. Potter. It is almost three in the afternoon. Would you like a cup of tea?\"

Mind as well just kill me Snape, I know you want to. I know I\'m going to end up telling you the whole entire truth and well lets just say that I want to forget about this entire thing and move on


\"Yes, sir,\"


Snape summoned two tea cups that were both filled with tea (was that peppermint that Harry smelled? Harry never noticed it before . . . ), and quietly sipped it. He soon grew uncomfortable with the silence that had grown between them, and he knew that Snape was waiting for him to bring up last night.


\"Professor?\"


\"Yes Mr. Potter,\"


\"About last night . . . \"


\"Are you ready to talk about it?\"


Harry was shocked at this question. Last night, Snape was forcing him to talk, and now it was his decision. Harry shrugged. \"That is not much of an answer Mr. Potter.\"


\"Well . . . you know the majority of it. What else is there to say?\"


Harry felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and he jumped, staring up into warm eyes. His stomach dropped, but he felt . . . safe? What the fuck?


\"Yes, I do. But I\'d like to know the entire truth. And I promise you Mr. Potter, I will not suger coat my lies just for you to continue living in a fantasy realm. I know you are tired of it as much as I am. And I would ask that you do the same for me-do not tell me this is nothing I should worry about.\"


Harry looked down at his shoes, feeling insecure once more. He sighed loudly, and looked back up at his potions professor. What was he supposed to say?


\"I . . . y-yes sir . . .\"


\"When? When did this happen? Go from there Mr. Potter.\"


Why is he being so gentle and kind?


\"I . . . the final battle . . . he . . . transported me somewhere. And did . . . that to me . . . \" Harry found himself blinking back tears - how he hated Voldemort. He wished he could bring him back from the dead and kill him over and over again.


\"I know this is hard Mr. Potter, but you must be specific with me. I know he raped you, but how so.\"


He is being kind, but a prying annoying bastard at the same time. Only he could pull that off . . .


\" . . . I . . . \" Harry hid his face with his hands, letting hot tears spill over his face. \"He chained me up and fucked me, then transported me back to the battle where I killed the sunofabitch. But in the end he still won!\" Anger was heard among the sobs that the boy let loose, as his shoulders shook almost violently. He felt two strong arms hold him close, and he suddenly didn\'t care that this was the bastard of a potion\'s professor that he hated so much. Letting out a choked cry, Harry buried himself in Snape\'s chest. Three months of telling lies caught up with him, as he found himself babbling on about anything and everything.


\"And Ginny got into it and I just wanted her to stay out of my problems, she\'s been through so much already with Percy and her dad dead, and I didn\'t want to bother Ron or Hermione because they seem so happy now that Ron is okay with things at home and I just don\'t want anyone knowing because they are going through stuff already and . . . \" Harry couldn\'t even remember what he said. All he knew was that he was bearing his heart and soul to Snape. And he wasn\'t disgusted with himself.

Snape held the boy in his arms, trying to calm him down. He talked about Ginny, and how Voldemort had broken him. How Harry ran off to a bar that was nestled secretly an hour or so outside of Hogsmeade and would drink his problems away. How he contemplated suicide for a long time, and how he just couldn\'t handle anything anymore. Snape stroked the boy, hearing the cries die down slowly. Soon the boy was shaking a bit, and he looked up to him. Harry\'s glasses were fogged up, and his cheeks were wet with fresh tears. Without thinking, Snape kissed them away. The boy didn\'t even flinch.


Oh. My. God. This is Harry! Harry Potter!


\"Professor?\"


Harry croaked. He had felt warm lips nuzzle at his tears, and really - he didn\'t care. He wanted to be comforted, and to hell with not liking Snape. At this point, he wanted something real. \"Professor, are you going to tell Dumbledore?\"


\"I must Harry. You cannot hide this.\"


Snape mentally smacked himself. He was slipping, and fast. He heard Harry sigh a bit.


\"Okay.\"

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Harry sat at the table, slowly eating some scrambled eggs that Blinkers had brrought up to him and Snape. Snape watched the boy struggle to feed himself - it must of been a while since the boy actually sat down and ate a proper meal. Standing up, Snape sat down beside Harry and took his fork gently, feeding the boy as if he was a toddler again. Harry obliged to this treatment, chewing as if his life depended on it. Secretly, Snape didn\'t doubt that fact. Harry soon finished his eggs, and he sighed as he drank his umbillionth cup of tea that day. At least he could do that by himself. Snape saw that the boy looked a bit more cheery, now that he had a secret off his chest. Harry got to his feet and grabbed his invisibility cloak.


\"I should head off, Professor. I shall see you in class tomorrow,\"


Snape nodded, and bid his goodbye. Before he closed the door, Snape heard a faint \'thank you\', and the door shut with a soft thud.


So maybe this wasn\'t so bad after all.


A/N : Don\'t bother me with spelling errors. I know they are in there. I don\'t have a beta. Shush. I bet you can live with them, at least my story isn\'t lIkee dIIss.