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Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own song.

Severus Snape wasn't happy. To be honest Severus Snape was never exactly happy. Today, though, he was furious. Why was he furious?

It was all because of a certain messy, black-haired boy with emerald green eyes and a lightning-bolt shaped scar.

Harry Potter, the arrogant Boy-Who-Lived, who, in Snape's opinion, was horrible in potions.

Harry Potter had been in his class today. Not like he had done anything bad, but he still drove Snape insane.

He reminded Snape of the fact that Lily Evans wasn't, ever will, or never can be his.

Severus Snape sighed and turned down the dark and dreary hallway in Hogwarts. The corridor was lit by flickering candles, and there was a kind of eerie silence. Until, Snape heard the noise of a soft guitar. He peered around the corner and instantly recognized Harry Potter. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

He wasn't. Here the fifteen-year-old Boy-Who-Lived was, past curfew, in a dark hallway.

Snape looked more closely and was surprised to see tears running down his cheeks.

Probably wasn't in the newspapers today and was feeling neglected, Snape thought unsympathetically.

He was going to step forward and punish Potter, but stopped when the boy began singing softly in a medium-voice.

You ask me what I fear.

I hate shedding all these tears.

You ask me why I scream at night.

I protest against it with all my might.

You don't believe me when I smile.

All you do is look at me for a while.

I hate how you know I'm hiding who I am.

I hate how you can reach the real me.

I'm not who I want to be.

I'm who I want to see.

Everyone expects me to be strong.

They think I am some hero.

Oh, they are so wrong.

I try to act as if I don't care.

I always pretend I enjoy life.

I try to act natural when you stare.

I hate everything about the real me.

It's a secret I'll never share.

I imitate a person I know I could never be.

I will never show it to anyone,

My life isn't something to boast about.

I'm tired with it and wish it was done.

I hate how you know I'm hiding who I am.

I hate how you can reach the real me.

I'm not who I want to be.

I'm who I want to see.

Everyone expects me to be strong.

They think I am some hero.

Oh, they are so wrong.

I fear everything about my life, like if you really like me or not.

I scream at night, because my nightmares can't be fought.

I smile, only because I want you to be as happy as you can be, even if it's hard for me.

I always seem so cocky.

I always act so bold.

I always try to hide,

What you've never been told.

I always say I couldn't care more,

But all this tears me to the core.

I always pretend to hate you,

Because that's what you expect me to do.

I hate how you know I'm hiding who I am.

I hate how you can reach the real me.

I'm not who I want to be.

I'm who I want to see.

Everyone expects me to be strong.

They think I am some hero.

Oh, they are so wrong.

I am who you want me to be.

You will never see the real me.

I will act as I am supposed to.

I will never really be true.

I can't ever detain what's on the inside,

Cause the actual me is something I can't hide.

I wish I was who you want me to be,

But that isn't who you see.

I will always keep my secrets as my own,

The real me will never be known.

I promise you that you will never have to be,

Here with the real me...

Ohhh... Ohh...

I will never be me, but I will still be who I want to see...

Snape watched the boy pluck the last few notes in shock. He never knew that Harry Potter hated his life and wasn't really who he made them believe. Snape slowly stepped away from the distressed boy and wondered if he looked hard enough; the real Harry Potter would be there.

Snape replayed the last line 'I will never be me, but I will still be who I want to see'.

Snape never imagined that this boy, the confident Boy-Who-Lived, was acting and hated who he was hiding. If someone had relayed this story to him this morning, he would have thought they were insane.

He is very good at hiding it, Snape mused in his head.

Quietly, Snape walked away from Harry Potter and promised himself he would watch the boy more carefully.

Harry Potter was some puzzle, indeed. A puzzle that Snape knew he must figure out.

The last lines of the song still recurring in his head, he pictured a certain Lily Evans and vowed he would do everything in his power to save her child.

Not James Potter's son.

Lily Evan's son.

Harry.

A boy who needs his help.

A boy who needs to realize who he wants to see should be the real him.

Who I want to see, Snape thought. The real Harry Potter.

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