For a moment It was as if he was flying.

So much different than a broom could ever give, nothing holding him up but himself. Smiling he spread his arms like he'd seen Hedwig do a thousand times and curved his lithe body until he was dropping head first to the ground below. The wind bit against him harshly as within less than a second he gained speed and moved quicker and quicker until he was meters from escaping the world.

He vibrates with happiness as he feels it nearing, a wide manic grin etching its self onto his tired, worn down face. He chokes though and snaps his eyes open as he slows down and hits the ground with a rough thud, his glass getting smacked off his face.

He catches his breath and pushes up slowly, his slightly scraped hands rubbing against the concreate as he tries to understand what happened.

"Potter," a voice tones from beside him, and a large hand gently takes him by the shoulders," Is this what it has truly come to? I should have just ran with you when I had the chance."

Harry glances quickly to his left and takes in the black form next to him, that even with his glasses off he can tell exactly who it is.

"Professor?" he voice quivers.

" Come." He commands dragging the raven haired boy up, his hands firmly locked around the young frail student as he leads him towards the school.

Neither spoke, and Harry was happy with it that way, he just focused on the freezing cold floor beneath his feet as they trudged to what he assumed was the potions corridor. Seeing as he didn't bother to try and find his glasses, it seemed so unimportant at the moment, being able to see.

He only looked up when he was sat down on a plush burgundy couch in a low lit room. He still couldn't see and he could only make out different shades of greens surrounded by black. His blurred gazing was stopped though as a black figure stepped in his line of sight, holding its arm out.

"Take your glasses." The man command after Harry just starred at him for several moments in silence.

Slowly he reached forward his cold hand grazing his professors warm one as he curled his fingers around the frame, and just sat them in his lap, not putting them on. He felt like none of this was real, and that if he could se clearly he'd wouldn't be able to deny what was happening.

The man sighed as he watched his student stare off into space, moving backwards he sat down in a stiff armchair, and curled his hand around the arms upholstery tightly.

"What was it that finally pushed you?" he questioned gazing at Harry.

He didn't get answer, he scowled as he just sat there not moving a muscle, and if he didn't even know any better he'd say the boy wasn't breathing.

"I known your not stupid. No matter what you make others believe, and know matter how much you let yourself be lead around by the Granger bint." He muttered as he silently summoned a bottle of fire whiskey and a tumbler from across the room.

"you act like you don't know your ass from your mouth, but if those around you thought higher of you they'd notice. Notice how you are always off learning in the library, or how you never get lower than ,O, on your work." He commented as he poured a generous amount alcohol for himself.

" What do you want Snape?" Harry murmured, running his pointer finger over the rim of his spectacles.

" I am still your professor Potter." he answered with a lack of any bite as he took a swig of his drink.

"What do you want?" he repeated," why haven't you taken me to Dumbledore yet, or berated me for being a coward for trying to kill myself?"

He closed his eyes as his voiced cracked, and he felt tears trying to force themselves from his eye sockets.

" Why did you save me?" he croaked.

" There are many things you don't know." Snape answered, his voice sounding thick with regret to Harry's ears.

"I know how the headmaster is using me along with my best friends." he spat the word friends like it was poison on his tongue.

"Put your glasses on." Snape commanded as his cup clanked lightly on to the table next to him, as he placed it down.

"What do you want?" Harry demanded looking up and refusing to follow the command," you've made it no secret that you hate me, so me dying should have been a blessing to you."

Harry flinched as his face was gripped by a ruff callous hand, Snape's face clear as he brought his face close to his.

"You know nothing," Snape snarled in a whisper, his hot breath wafting against Harry's face," I however know everything, I know what you've been through. I even know things about you that you wouldn't believe."

Harry shook as Snape released him, and ripped his glasses out of his hands and forced them onto his face. Now seeing clearly he peered up at the man before him, taking in his angry scowl.

"What do you mean?" he stuttered feeling as if he should run, but needing to know what was happening.

Snape sneered down at him," Why should I tell you?"

"Because I deserve to know things that pertain to my life, and you have know right to anything going on with me," Harry suddenly screamed lunging up, his hands balled into fist," I am sick and tired of all the secrets, I just want to be dead."

" Exactly," Snape calmly answered throwing Harry off, "You're prepared to die, and anything you learn now would most likely force your hand again."

" Tell me." Harry snarled, taking a step forward and pulling his wand out.

He just calmly stood there though, not at all bothered by the unspoken threat," Your Occlumency skills are the only thing keeping what you've been doing hidden. You should know however that your shields are weak."

" Then why haven't been caught?" Harry demanded with a sense of smugness at not being found out.

Snape's brow twitched lightly at the tone," that is because your shields may be weak, but you project your memories and thoughts perfectly. However people are starting to take notice, and when the headmaster notices you must be prepared."

" Prepared how?" Harry demanded, sick of the lack of answers." Just give me some answers, I'm tired of this."

"What could a person wanting to die possibly need answers for?" Snape asked.

Harry opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say to that. Why did he wan't to know, he was prepared to die he didn't need to know anything Snape had to say. It wasn't even like he could trust anything to come form his mouth anyway

"I hate you." Was the only thing he could think to say.

Snape nodded his head," I will reveal all wish to know once you increase you mind shields, and when you can look me in the eye and tell me you want to live with out lying."

"I have nothing to live for." Harry snapped, irritated with how calm he was.

" Then go look for something," Snape mocked," and do it quickly because others have noticed, and they will abuse this knowledge."

Harry glared viciously, before pivoting and marching towards the door they had come through. His hand grips the door knob as he pauses and listens to him say one more thing.

"I will be watching you, so don't think you can go off and kill yourself." Snape' voice rings loud through the clinking of the bottle and glass he picked up again.

"Don't tell me what to do your not my father, nobody is because mine's dead." Harry bitterly spoke as he roughly pulled the door open and slammed it behind him.

Snape stared blankly at his glass as he swirled the amber liquid before speaking," you shouldn't be here."

"He has so much fire in him, I wonder where he got that from." A voice snarked from behind him, and he stiffened as thin arms wound their way around his waist.

"it's like you want to be caught." He snarled as he felt a clod nose move across the back of his neck.

" I think it needs to be pointed out, that you're not telling me to leave." The voice murmured into his ear.

" I could kill you right now." He threated, his voice lacking any heat.

The body behind him shook as chuckles rose up from there chest," Lets go to bed, I promise to be gone before dawn."

"You shouldn't be here, Harry isn't ready to know yet." Snape grouched as the hands started to roam about his front.

" I just needed to see him," The voice insisted, pulling Snape closer molding there body to his back," now lets go to bed."

Snape let himself be manhandled back to his bedroom, thinking that things were about to get extremely more complicated. He let himself forget though as he stared into gleaming sliver eyes, at least for the time being he needed to have some joy.