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I just wanted to ask	By : evil-minded Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 31281 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character from it, Rowling does … I do not make any money out of Harry Potter either, again – Rowling does … I however do own Herbaceous VanHarkins – but I don’t make money of him also … :D …

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author's Notes:

Uhm … ok … I have to admit … English is not my language by birth … so … please do not kill me while reading … neither for the bad English I use, nor for what I am writing …

And yes, I really would appreciate it, if you would honor my work with a short review as I always will honor your comments with an answer … Answers to reviews you have given or the chance to discuss the story you can find here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/34437-review-replies-for-i-just-wanted-to-ask/

Well … I know that I promised you that Harry would get a token from Snape with which he showed that Harry belonged to him in this chapter. Hmpf … this has to wait until the next one, as – I admit, I messed up with this chapter here. I really am sorry, it just happened, it is not really my fault, blame my fingers that sometimes seems to have a mind of their own, moving without my orders.

Warning:

Story contains references to child abuse:

Child abuse is a really serious thing, it is an evil thing and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help without being helped, and closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist – is no solution … handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs – whichever – of once being abused … with understanding and with help …

what does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be … ^.~ … believe me – I am …

Story contains adult stuff:

Especially sex between two men … as there is Harry Potter – a male – having sex with Severus Snape – another male … what means those gay things … not to mention that the relationship between the two of them is one based on BDSM …

Don't like it, don't read it …

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Previously in I just wanted to ask

He gripped the boy's shoulder and pulled him closer. He forced himself to ignore the boy's flinch, placing one hand onto the back of the teen's head, pulling the boy's head against his shoulder and placing the other arm around the teen's shoulder, pressing the smaller body against his own in what he hoped was a gesture of comfort, and he once again felt that it was right, that he was whole now, that there was back a part that had been missing.

I just wanted to ask

Chapter seven

Questions and Answers

"You are acting strange lately, Harry." Hermione said, leaning over the table to give her words a point.

"Yeah, mate." Ron agreed. "You really are acting strange."

"And why so?" Harry asked, blinking in confusion at his two friends.

"Well, you seem to avoid us lately." Hermione answered. "I mean, where are you in the evenings?"

"Yeah, mate." Ron nodded. "I wanted to go out with you."

"You only want to go out with Harry because you want to avoid me, Ronald." Hermione said in exasperation, turning towards Ron.

"Well, just because you always want to do things that are out of place." Ron said.

"Things out of place?" Hermione huffed. "Things out of place?"

"Well, yes … things out of place."

"Like what kind of things?" Hermione asked her boyfriend. "What kind of things are we talking about here, Ronald Weasley?"

"Well … like … like … kissing." The redhead boy shuddered at his own words.

"And what would be – out of place – with kissing? The entire school is kissing."

"Well, yes. But honestly, Hermione. We are not of age yet."

"And you think that all the other students who are kissing are of age?" Hermione's voice rose. "You think that it is wrong for a teenager to kiss? That is the lowest excuse I ever heard from you. Well, it is the only excuse I ever heard from you."

"Well, even if. But we are not married yet."

"Oh, and the rest of the students here who are snogging in the corridors are married?"

"Well … no … but …"

Sighing in exasperation Harry got to his feet and left the great hall. It was impossible to listen to those two bickering and fighting at every turn they took. He just was tired of it and he didn't want to listen anymore.

For a moment he thought they actually might care, the moment they had addressed him about his evenings, demanding to know where he had been, but then – well, then they had started their bickering – again – and he was forgotten – again. So what would be the purpose in keeping his seat as he wouldn't eat any breakfast anyway? He really could use his time better than that.

And honestly, right now he rather would use his time thinking over his relationship with Snape.

He really and honestly had a relationship with a teacher, and not just with any teacher, but with Snape, the one teacher that hated him the most.

Well, no. Snape didn't hate him, he had said so. Hadn't he?

But could one go from hate to not hate within one week? Was that even possible? And was such a thing possible for Snape? The one teacher who never showed anything but anger and annoyance? Even fury and rage sometimes? The one teacher that was known for his temper?

But Snape had said he didn't hate him. And Snape never had lied to him. So – maybe he really did not.

Sighing in frustration he shook his head. Never mind what, he just had better things to do than listening to their bickering and to their fighting. He didn't want them to fight.

Snape had said he should talk to them and if that wouldn't help, then he should show them with his actions that he didn't like how they treated him as the biggest hero ever. Well, he had meant their actions concerning handling him as the greatest hero ever, yes. But maybe it worked with their bickering as well. If he walked away from their constant bickering, then maybe they would realize that it was wrong of them to always have those fights. Eventually. Hopefully. Not to mention the fact that it annoyed him to no end. Really, they all had been friends at one point. But now Ron and Hermione seemed to be enemies and he didn't know what side to take.

Well, best no side at all.

Honestly. They both were just stupid. Ron with his medieval thinking and Hermione with being constantly needy.

'What is the exact reason why it is important that you use your common sense and your gut feeling before you play with someone you do not know just because you are needy.'

Why did he remember this particular one of Snape's sentences just now?

Well, because he had thought of Hermione being needy and Snape had said he shouldn't throw himself at the first best opportunity just because he was needy. That was how the brain worked, wasn't it? Someone says something to you, you read something and then someone speaks of something or you think of something that contains a word from the sentence you heard or read about and then you remember. It was easy to explain.

What didn't solve his problem with Ron and Hermione however. He just wanted things to be back to normal.

But then again – if things were back to normal, then maybe he wouldn't be with Snape. Then Snape still would hate him. And if he had to be honest with himself, then he did not want this.

He didn't love Snape. Of course not. Snape was twenty years older than him. And Snape was his teacher, and a snarky and more than just strict teacher at that. Not to mention that Snape really wasn't such a good looking person with his old style robes that were closed up to under his chin, with his greasy hair and his cold demeanor.

But he could not deny that Snape had a voice that made him shiver and that his dark eyes made him nervous. Not to mention the fact that those old style and black robes that he always kept closed up to under his chin made him somehow – mysterious.

And - not to mention that he trusted Snape, and not to mention that Snape had said he cared about him. And wasn't that all he ever wanted? Someone who cared for him? It wasn't important that Snape never would love him either. It was enough that he cared for him.

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He had been watching Harry – yet again.

And yet again – the boy hadn't eaten. Well, ok. He never ate during breakfast, he knew that. But honestly, this boy was just too thin and he couldn't afford missing any meals. He would have to set the boy on nutrient potions if he didn't gain any weight soon. But never mind them, each meal the boy could get was important – yet again Granger and Weasley seemed to have an argument and Harry had left, as it seemed annoyed at their bickering.

He didn't care about Granger and Weasley bickering aside from the fact that it annoyed Harry. But what concerned him was that Harry left because of his friends fighting, and thus had Harry not eating regular meals. He really would have to talk with the boy. And maybe with Granger and Weasley too.

For a moment he wondered why Harry didn't eat correctly in the first place. He would have to ask him. Somehow he doubted that it was just an ordinary eating disorder like some of the teenage girls had, fearing for their figure. Somehow he knew there was more behind Harry missing meals.

Sighing and nearly shaking his head he let his gaze wander over the Slytherin table for a moment before he left the great hall and went down towards the dungeons and into the potions classroom to await the sixth year Slytherin and Gryffindor students. He had fifteen minutes left until they would enter and the class began.

He would grade the fifth year essays until then.

For another moment he thought about the fact that this would be the first class he had Harry in since they had a relationship. That in fact it was the first class he had Harry in since the boy had come down to his office to ask this question of him with which all this had started a week ago. And shortly he wondered how the boy would react. How he would react, and he felt a twinge in his stomach.

He suddenly knew why students that were married or in a bond with a professor were to be taken out of classes taught by their bonds.

Sighing in frustration he ran a hand over his face. He would not allow the boy to drop potions nor to be educated by anyone else than him. He was the best and he knew it. And even if Harry was a crap at Potions, he maybe could teach him to get the hang on it now that they got along better.

The brat's essays always had been fine after all. And his work with the knife was acceptable as well. He just seemed to mess up the potions always at some point between adding the ingredients, stirring and regulating the heat. So – maybe it had been just nerves because he always berated the boy during potions. Maybe now, that they got along, the boy wouldn't be nervous anymore.

On the other hand, well, no.

Already yesterday the thought that maybe the boy now would fear him just the more until he had learned that he wouldn't have to fear him had proven itself to be right. The boy really did fear him even more than before, whatever reason for. It was just wrong. The junior partner in a relationship should never fear the senior partner, he should trust him. But Harry did. He did fear him now just the more than before. And that – added to his normal unsureness – well, he could count onto an exploding cauldron.

Before he actually had a chance to really start on grading the essays, the first student entered the classroom, interrupting his line of thoughts and as he looked up he saw it was the person occupying his mind for the past few minutes and thus keeping him from working on the fifth year's essays. Harry.

He scowled at him in order to keep himself from smiling at the brat while he watched him entering the room, pausing in his steps for a moment before he flinched at his scowl and went towards the back of the classroom where he always sat, getting out his book, cauldron, parchment and quill while he looked up at him from time to time, unsurely.

He wanted nothing more than to go over to the brat and to assure him that all was fine and that he just couldn't show him anything else than a scowl in class. The other students surely would find it strange if he changed his behavior towards the boy from one day to the other. But knowing that the rest of the students surely would enter soon too, he had no chance of doing as he wished. He would have to wait until after class. It would be easy to keep the boy after the lesson. Yet – he frowned.

While watching the teen from the head table, he had seen the boy was as pale as always. But when the boy had walked past his desk – he clearly could see that he looked even paler than normally and that he had dark circles underneath his eyes. Yes, he really would have to have a word with Harry, and soon. He didn't really like what he saw. The boy looked quite ill.

Just then the rest of the students filled in, one by one, a few Gryffindors, a few Slytherins, followed by a few Gryffindors more and finally the rest of the Slytherins and for a few minutes soft whisper and rustling was heard until the students all were seated and had their books, cauldrons, parchments and quills out.

Soon the classroom became silent and the Potions Master got to his feet and rounded the desk behind which he had been sitting, trying to once again concentrate onto the essays until the students had settled themselves. What happened quickly in his class as they all knew he wouldn't tolerate dawdling.

"Just like last week we will continue to cover the last three potions from fifth year." Snape began. "Just to make sure that even the imbeciles of you are capable of brewing them. Today's potion will be the burn paste before we continue with the more complicated healing potions like skele-gro in two weeks. The instructions are on the board and the ingredients are in the cupboard. You have an hour. Begin."

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Snape sat in his private quarters, Harry sitting opposite him and he watched the boy close. Their first lesson since they had a relationship had not been as bad as he had feared in the first place. At least the boy had not exploded his cauldron. But still Harry looked unsure and still he was shy and silent, nearly fearful, just like he had been in the morning.

This morning in class he had been going back to grading while the students had prepared their potions, knowing that he had half an hour before they could mess with the boiling cauldrons at which point he would have had to be careful, but he had not been able to concentrate on the parchments that lay in front of him.

His eyes had been drawn every now and then towards the back of the classroom where Harry was brewing his potion, watching the boy before he remembered how important it was that they kept this secret for now.

He had too many Death Eater children in his house, in this very class and he couldn't afford them knowing of what was between Harry and him yet, not without some preparation. The Dark Lord would be informed within the day and most likely not only he was dead then but Harry too. He wouldn't have to worry about Draco and not about Theodore either. But Crabbe and Goyle surely would send owls to their fathers as soon as they found out. He, Severus Snape, trusted follower of the evil bastard that was the Dark Lord being in a relationship with Harry Potter, worst enemy to said Dark Lord. It would be deadly to both of them.

So he simply had forced himself to look at each student to cover up his staring at Harry, at the same time figuring out who of the students had noticed him gazing at Harry. It had been easy, he wasn't a spy for nothing after all and he had been relieved when he had found out that none of them had noticed. Well, everything else had been just as easy.

Aside from the strange feeling of sadness when he again had watched Harry during the lesson.

Flashback

He walked through the classroom, checking the sixth year's potions, ensuring that none of them melted or exploded their cauldrons and slowly he neared the back of the classroom.

He had watched Harry from behind his curtain of hair and even from the distance he easily noticed the boy's hands trembling while he handled the knife for cutting the ingredients. Even Longbottom handled his knife with more sureness than Harry did right now. So much for being able to teach the boy more while they got along now. Harry was nervous to no end, even he could see as much.

Well, he had to admit that it was his own fault. He had berated and humiliated the boy in front of the class from the first day he'd had him in his classroom.

So it was no wonder that the boy always sat in the back row, trying to blend in with the wall, trying to get as small and as invisible as possible, but honestly, Harry should know by now that he would not harm him, that he would not berate him anymore during lessons.

But then – how should Harry know? It was the first lesson since they had started this relationship, it was the first lesson since the boy had come down to his dungeons with his question about sex, since their regular conversations in the evening. The teen would have to learn that he wouldn't be hurt by him just as he had to learn that he had to be at least a bit sarcastic towards Harry Potter in front of the students. Even if he did not want to. Even if he truly wanted to somehow make it up to the boy for how he had handled him in the past.

He came closer to Harry's cauldron and even before he completely reached him he noticed the boy stiffening and he sighed inwardly. The teen really feared him, he recognized. But he shouldn't fear him. Not anymore. If he just knew why in Merlin's name the boy feared him. He never had laid a hand on the boy – well, aside from that one night when Harry had seen his memories in the pensive. But otherwise … he just didn't understand.

Noticing that Harry's potion was the correct shade and consistence he nodded.

"I see, even you are able to brew a potion that we had covered last year without needing a third try, Potter." He said, trying to choose his words wisely and hoping that the brat would recognize the praise between the lines. "That definitely is an improvement and I am quite surprised."

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He had seen a small smile on Harry's face then, knowing that the brat had understood his hidden praise, but just a moment later the smile had been replaced by his ever tense and fearful expression. Just like now. He really had to talk with the boy about other things than just sex.

Well, he hadn't intended talking with the boy about anything related to the question that had led him down here in the first place on Thursday night last week anyway. He had a much more important question on his mind right now and he pointed towards the plate with scrambled eggs and toast he had placed in front of the boy earlier.

"Eat." He finally said, pointing at the plate on the table. "I want to ask you a question, Mr. Potter." He then said, not using the boy's given name right now. He wanted to keep this separated from what was their relationship, this here was business and it was serious business. Piercing the teen with his dark eyes, he inwardly smirked at the squirming the boy gave away until he reminded himself that he needed a calm teen and not a squirming one. Yet – it just was too much a pleasant sight the brat gave away when he squirmed.

"Yes, sir?" The boy asked, the fork in his hand but not eating, his eyes looking at him startled as if he feared something, whatever that something would be.

"Eat!" He repeated, more forcefully this time and Harry swallowed dryly before he nodded and lowered the fork towards the plate, playing with the food instead of eating it.

"You are back at Hogwarts since a week now, Mr. Potter." Snape finally began. "I have watched you from the very first day you came back after this summer break and I wonder how is it, that I never have seen you eating anything during breakfast, during lunch and how is it that I never have seen you eating more than half a slice of toast during dinner? Not even eating said toast but nibbling at it. And I want to know why that is so."

Harry swallowed thickly again and he couldn't help but placing the fork back on the table. How was he supposed to eat when he was about to get into trouble? And with Snape no less? He just couldn't eat with that thought in his mind.

How could he have been so damn stupid as to get into a relationship with a spy that had his eyes and his ears everywhere and was so damn observant? And how was it that Snape always noticed everything he tried to hide? He had seen him casting strange looks at him from time to time during the past week when he was down here, thoughtful looks, looks he regarded some of his potions ingredients with. And a few times he had feared the man might address something, might find out something, might demand answers somehow. But he hadn't, even if he was sure that the Potions Master had saved his questions – all for now as it seemed.

"Well." He slowly answered. "I'm not hungry? Sir?"

Snape lifted his eyebrow and huffed unbelievingly.

"Not hungry, really?" He growled darkly, causing Harry to shiver. "Again. I want to know the reason as to why you do not eat properly, and don't – lie – to me. This is much too serious. If I would believe you, then I had to think that you would be able to go without food for a week without being hungry."

"Something like that." Harry whispered under his breath.

"And you would know that because of?" Snape asked, having heard the comment quite well and Harry's eyes shot up at him, a shocked expression on his face. He had been sure that Snape wouldn't hear him, he had nothing but mumbled under his breath, it had been a whisper and nothing more.

"Uhm … dunno … nothing … sorry, sir." He stuttered, still blinking in shock. He really didn't want to speak about anything to do with his relatives or his summer holidays right now. He was back at Hogwarts for another ten month and he would have to face them soon enough at the end of this school year, hopefully for the last time at least. Even if Dumbledore had said something about his eighteenth birthday as he would be of age with seventeen only in the wizarding world and not in the muggle world and the headmaster didn't want to take any risks.

Snape watched Potter, his eyebrow lifted at the teenager and the boy squirmed under this judging gaze just the more. But this time the Potions Master didn't take pleasure in the boy's squirming. He had known there was more to that and he would go to the bottom of this riddle. He just had to know in order to keep the boy safe.

"This is not nothing, Mr. Potter, and I do wish to know the reason to your eating habits – or your lack thereof." He growled, his gaze still piercing the boy in front of him. The brat had laid his fork aside but he really couldn't blame him for that, knowing how uncomfortable Potter felt, whatever reason for. He doubted that it was only the fact that he feared him right now. The boy tried to hide something from him, tried really hard to hide it.

"An answer, if you please, Mr. Potter." He growled.

"Well." Again the brat slowly began, clearly stalling for time. "I didn't have much time during the holidays. There had been a lot to do at my aunt and uncle's house. And somehow I forgot some meals. So I'm used to it, you see?"

"Yes, I do see, Mr. Potter." Snape growled, not releasing the boy's eyes with his own black ones. "I see that you do not trust me and neither can I trust you as you do not intend telling me the truth."

Harry gaped at Snape. He had expected much, shouting, maybe the man grabbing and shaking him, maybe even beating him, but not those words. Was that Snape's way to get out of their relationship? Was that how he …

He wasn't able to breath, he wasn't even able to form correct sentences in his mind and he wasn't able to do anything. He had lost what he had gained, and so soon. He had wanted nothing more than someone who cared and Snape had said he did care. He could live with Snape not loving him, as long as he cared. But now he had lost it, and so soon.

Sighing a sigh of frustration Snape got up and shoving the plate with the untouched food aside he sat onto the edge of the table, reaching out and grabbing the boy's chin to lift up his head so he had to look at him. Only to have the boy flinching away and he barely was able to suppress a growl that only would startle the brat more.

He didn't have to use legillimens in order to know what exactly Potter was thinking and feeling at the moment. It was written over the teen's face and in those damn startled green eyes in large red letters. The brat feared that he would back out of their relationship using his lack of trust as an excuse.

But why in Merlin's name was the boy so afraid to lose him? How was it that he – seemingly – was so important to the brat? And how was it that this brat at the same time flinched away from him and feared him whenever he moved the wrong way?

"Calm down, Harry, and breathe." He quietly ordered, keeping his voice as low and as calming as possible. Yet – the boy only opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and once more closed it just like a fish out of the water, seemingly unable to form words and the teen clenched his hands into fists with the pure frustration at his lack of articulation he clearly felt.

"Easy, brat." He whispered darkly, knowing there it was, the first panic attack he had to deal with and he hadn't even suggested that he wanted to fix the brat to the bed. He gently ran his fingers over the boy's forehead, softly brushing against the teen's mind just in order to know how exactly Potter felt and with a sigh he withdraw after a few moments and pulled the boy closer until the teen stood between his legs and he could encircle the slight body with his arms.

"Calm down, Harry." He whispered. "Do you have so little trust in me that you really fear I would back out of this now? I have told you, I do know what I get myself into and I do mean what I say. I am a man who stands to his word. I do not want to know everything that ever happened in your life, Harry, but I do demand to know that what is important to me in order to keep you safe. And you do not even have to tell me all of this at once, but right now I just want to know why you are not eating more than you do at the moment. It is important as your health is at the risk. And never mind the answer, I won't throw you away because of it. And surely not with such a low excuse. But I demand an answer and I demand one right now before it is too late and you harm yourself."

Slowly the brat's breathing had calmed a bit at his words and he at least seemed able to take breathes at all without either suffocating or hyperventilating. The small form he held just still trembled like a leave in the wind and he shook his head and ran his hand up and down the boy's thin spine, feeling each vertebra of his backbone, while his other rested on the back of the teen's neck.

Another few minutes later he experimentally shoved the boy back into the armchair he had been sitting in earlier and again he pierced him with his dark eyes.

"Feeling better?" He quietly asked.

"Yes, sir." Harry answered him, still pale, still shaking a bit and still the word fear written all over his forehead. "I'm sorry, sir."

"There is no need to be, brat." He said. "I won't throw you away, do you get this in this thick skull of yours now?"

"Yes, sir." Came the same answer again. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Stop this infuriating apologizing, Mr. Potter." He sighed, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, not really knowing what to do with the boy.

"Yes, sir." Came, followed by a "sorry, sir" and Snape had to keep himself from shouting out a loud "Potter" knowing that it wouldn't do any good right now. But honestly, this damn brat just apologized for apologizing! It was maddening, it was annoying and it was – just infuriating. How could one human be as insecure and as anxious as Potter was? No, for all of Merlin's pants, this boy was as far away from being James Potter as was he from being Sirius Black.

"Don't – apologize!" He growled and he could see how the boy fought for just not doing this, apologizing again and he sighed.

"And now the truth, Harry." He said, again taking the teen's chin between his fingers and lifting his face. "I need and I demand the truth. Why is it that you go with half a slice of toast each day and nothing more?"

"I … I don't know how to explain." Harry murmured and Snape nodded.

"I, just for example, know that you never ate much here at Hogwarts." Snape helped out, releasing the boy's face. He knew that the teen wouldn't answer him while he had to look at him. "But never before have I noticed that you just nibbled at dry toast. So, why do you not simply start at what exactly you ate during the summer holidays while living with your relatives?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and his eyes were back at his hands that were – yet again – a strange tight knot.

"An answer, please, Mr. Potter." Snape said.

"Not much." The teen finally answered in his small voice.

"I already guessed so, Harry. But what did you eat actually?"

The boy bent forwards, as if folding himself into half and he finally unwind his fingers, just to slide his arms around his stomach as if to protect this part of his body – or as if to hug himself and Snape gritted his teeth at the sight.

"I don't know, sir. I'm … I'm just not used to much." Harry finally answered in a small voice. "I just don't eat much during the summer holidays."

"Why?" He asked and he had a guess. And he knew that his guess was a good one.

Again the boy shrugged and Snape took a deep breath. "An answer, Mr. Potter." He again demanded.

"Because I don't get more." The boy murmured.

Wouldn't it have been for the small and hesitant words and the word 'get' itself, then Snape would have been angry, believing that Harry still lied to him, but somehow he knew that the boy didn't and he could feel his anger boiling. But it wasn't anger at the teenager that sat before him. It was anger at the boy's relatives. He had been right and inwardly he seethed with fury. He would have to pay a visit in Surrey, and soon.

"Why not?" He simply asked.

"Because … because during the day I don't have the time with all the chores they set and then they send me to my … to my room in the evening. I'm not allowed out until the next morning."

He wanted to ask more, he wanted to know more, but right now he knew that he shouldn't push his luck. The boy had revealed more than he had wanted to and he didn't want to upset him more than he already was. But the anger he felt was nearly overwhelming. He had seen a few things during their occlumency lessons last year. And thus he of course knew that the boy had been living in a home where he was neither welcomed nor loved. But never would he have added neglect to the hatred he had seen in the boy's mind last year. But now – yes, every sign screamed that the boy had been neglected by his muggle relatives. Merlin only knew for how long. And if he thought about it right now, then it fit to the images he had seen during occlumency.

"Just one more question, Mr. Potter." He finally managed and he watched the boy swallowing nervously before he slowly nodded. "How much exactly is 'not much'? Or in other words, how often did you actually eat there? And what?"

This time it took Harry a few moments to answer his question and again he didn't look at him but at the floor.

"I don't know, sir." He finally managed to say. "Twice a week, maybe. I guess I lose track there somehow. And whatever I could get."

"Eat!" Snape seethed angrily, getting up from the table he had been sitting on and shoving the plate into the boy's shaking hands. "I do not care if you manage it all, but eat!"

He just had to leave for a moment before he exploded in front of the boy and he went into his laboratory, closed the door and cast a silencing charm onto the room before he grabbed the next best vial and threw the small glass container against the wall opposite, not quite satisfied with the shattering when the vial collided with the stony wall and broke.

"How dare they!" He roared to no one in particular as he knew there was no one aside of himself, just knowing that he had to vent off his anger before he went back to the boy, scaring him more than he already was. So, grabbing another vial that accompanied the first one, first on the wall and then on the floor, was one way to get rid of his anger. A third one followed suit.

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When he came back he was calm again and he sat into his usual armchair and just one glance at Harry was enough to know that the brat had another apology on his tongue.

"Do not even think of apologizing, Potter." He growled darkly. "You do not have to apologize for being neglected. I do not want you to apologize for things that are not your fault. And being neglect by your relatives definitely is not your fault."

He waited until he got a nod from the teenager that still found the carpet covering the stony floor interesting before he continued.

"And now listen close to me. First, I do thank you for telling me, even if you did so reluctantly. Such things are important and I can assure you, we will talk about this more. But not now. Right now, I want you to eat. I expect you to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner each day, and believe me, I will know if you miss just one single meal. I do not care how much you eat during those meals the next few days as long as you do eat anything at all. I am not sure if you know how serious this is, but seeing as you have lived with that wretched muggles your entire life, I guess you do not know because you are – 'used to it'. But believe me, this is serious and it will end here and now."

Harry looked at the older wizard with startled eyes and Snape nodded before he sighed and pulled a vial out of his robes, undid the stopper and reached it towards the teenager who – yet again flinched at the sudden movement he made. "Drink this, Harry." He said, his voice still severe but more like the Snape from the past few days. "It is a nutrient potion. And yes, it is important that you drink it. I will supply you with this one each evening when you come down here after dinner for your – let me name it – remedial potions, to give you a cover."

Snape pierced Harry with his dark eyes, trying hard to ignore the flinch the boy had given away yet again when he had extended his hand with the potion and he just knew that there was more to it. Inwardly he cursed. This happened just now. Just now while Harry was about to adjust to their relationship, where he had known that Harry would fear him just the more before he would get used to him and his fear would dissipate.

He ran a hand over his face in frustration.

"I'm sorry, sir." The boy murmured upon sensing his anger and Snape guessed the boy thought better safe than sorry.

"I am angry, yes, but I am not angry at you, Harry. I am angry at the sad excuses of your relatives who did not take proper care of a child that had been entrusted to them. But I am not angry at you. You do not have to fear me, Harry." He said, his voice low and sad now. "And I guess you do know this. I guess in this particular situation you would fear everyone and thus I do not feel offended. Nevertheless, I do not want you to fear me in the first place and I guess you do know this as well. You just react in the only way you are capable of right now."

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