Harry fell into a comfortable pattern with his hands under the warm water, scrubbing away at the coffee cup until he was sure it was clean. Double checking that all the suds were off the first cup, Harry didn't notice Snape watching him. He went to set down the cup to realize that he hadn't set out a drying rack.

He mentally face palmed and turned around to see the 13 year old watching him. "Uh, p-professor. Do you happen to have a drying rack and a towel?" He asked. Snape raised an eyebrow. "Towels should be in that drawer and no. Most people would just spell them clean." Harry realized what he'd done and smiled shyly. "S-sorry. Habit." He said scratching the back of his head nervously before getting out a towel and laying it down.

He searched in his pocket for a something and pulled out a candy wrapper. He set it down and turned to see Snape still watching him with curiosity. Pulling out his wand he pointed it at the wrapper and watched it turn into a drying rack. Content with his creation, Harry set it on the towel. Rinsing the cup off once more, his set it on the drying rack and turned to wash the other cup.

Snape watched curiously. He hadn't pegged Potter as the, do it with your hands, type. It could be because his magic was weak but he was sure he hadn't heard Potter actually say a spell for that transformation. He thought curiously before snapping out of it. 'Why do I care?' He corrected himself.

Harry was done and turned to his Professor again, not surprised to be met with a scowl.

"I'm just gonna go lay down. Is that alright?" He asked. Snape, with his scowl, raised an eyebrow at the golden boy. Suddenly, Harry felt like he shouldn't have asked and just wandered the his room. There he let out a breath. "This is gonna be a long year." He said to himself.

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Asleep, Harry tossed and turned in bed.

Harry was in a black room. There were shackles around his wrists, ankles, and neck. Strangely enough, however, there were no chains.

Dumbledore appear from the shadows. "Harry." He said. "You are the chosen one." A single chain link appears. "Your mother gave her life so that you may live." Another link appears. "You must do her proud and defeat Voldemort." And another.

Everytime the old man said something another link appeared

"Do as I say Harry"

"Voldemort transferred some of his powers to you."

"Take my arm."

The words seemed to echo as more people appeared.

"Take my body back Harry"

"Take my body back to my father"

"I can touch you now!"

"Hya Harry! Wood's Just told us!"

"Fred and Gorge are on the team too. Beaters."

"THE MAP, NEVER LIES!"

"Do as I say Harry."

"What I wouldn't give to walk through those doors as a free man."

"Sweet Heart you're ready! Let go. Let go!"

"Funny, the damage a silly little book can do."

"Nice one James!"

"Magic, especially dark magic... leaves traces."

"He's back."

"You're a fool Harry. And you will lose."

"And Don't forget when you're done tap the paper and say MISCHIEF MANAGED. Other wise anyone can read it."

The memories echoed throughout the room more and more. And each one added a link. By the time the room had gone silent Harry found himself sitting on a bed of heavy chains. Suddenly, another voice sounded. But it wasn't one voice, it was everyone's. Everyone who had died in the war. Because of him. They spoke in unison.

"Harry, how could you. You let us die. It's your fault that now we're dead. We wanted to graduate. We wanted to get married and have kids. We wanted to live. Why did you kill us Harry? Why did you fail?"

They said. Harry felt himself crying. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He scrame.

"You got what you deserved." Out of nowhere, a crocio was shot at him.

"You got off easy." Another crocio.

"Too easy." And another crocio.

Harry was gasping for air. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I'M SORRY!" He scrame as loud as he could.

Then he saw three blonde figures appear from the crowd. "It's still not enough to make up for what you did to us!" The crowd said. The largest figure lunged at him and he shot up panting.

He looked down at his hands, they were shaking he desperately tried to catch his breath. Once he could breathe, more tears came out his eyes without permission. He dug around in his trunk for a few moments before finding it and made his way to the bathroom as quietly as he could.

There, he locked the door and cast a silencing charm on the room. The door was locked with a charm too, just in case.

On the floor his looked at the tiny object in his fingers as the events from his dream came floating through his head. Holding back desperate tears he pulled back his sleeve. He easily graced the blade through hid pliant skin. Once and twice. He kept making small cuts until he was numb. He looked down at his arms watching all of the tiny little scars that he made dance about one after the other in perfect lines. The cuts were rather shallow. Just enough the hurt. He could heal them. He knew healing spells. But the pain made for a constant reminder of what he'd done.

He lay there in silence just letting the blood fall out. Drip. Drip. Drip. He sighed and mumble a quick spell to clean in up. Then he took down his charms and flushed the toilet to make it seem like he was using it incase Snape was up.

Back in bed Harry just lay there. He couldn't sleep. It wasn't long though, until the morning sun came pouring in his window.

He sighed heavily and got up to get dressed for school. And by that, I mean he got ready to guard Snape.