He climbed the stairs of the third floor carefully, accurately measuring how far behind the boy he should walk, after all he didn't want the boy to know that he was fallowing him.
When they had reached the door that had once had led to the revolting three headed dog, ( Severus knew that the dog was a Cerberus, it was said that he was the Guardian that guarded the Underworld's / Hell's entrance and his master was Hades.)
Potter turned and set upon the next flight of stairs. He was quick to follow, staying in the shadows as he had done so many times before, on so many of the same nights, following exactly this one person. ( Severus knew that it was stalking, but he just wanted to know what this boy was up to and what he was doing.) He could do this in his sleep, he was quite sure, but stayed cautious from fear of becoming presumptuous. He did not yet wish to miscalculate and reveal his presence to the boy he was following.
Potter had chosen the stairs that led to the Astronomy Tower and he halted at the bottom, unsure. A few options lay before him. Considering that the tower was usually always used for the sexual release of teenagers, it was possible that he was going there for his own release or encounter, but Severus could never be sure that it won't be for something else.
On the other hand, there were no other towers that were not fully occupied by either teacher quarters, or student quarters and the Astronomy Tower was the ideal place for anyone to go, whether they intended to pursue sex, stargazing, romance , suicide or simply to have time for themselves, free from the confines of the indoors - since students were no longer allowed on the outdoor grounds with strict adult supervision.
Deciding, he stepped up on to the bottom step and climbed his way up to the stairs to the top, eager to catch Potter at something less trivial than wondering about after hours ( though, if nothing else, he would resign himself to taking points for that.)
Harry sat down with a large thump, leaning against the cold stone wall with a sigh.
He had, luckily, chosen one of the colder nights and the tower was not inhabited by the usual stray couple or lonesome student. There was no one to bother him in the tower and he found this enjoyable, since all the others had done lately was to bother him, criticize him, watch his every move and whisper about him thinking that he couldn't hear them or didn't care that he could hear them.
He withdrew the highly polished piece of metal from his pocket, where he had always hidden it, eyes glinting with the reflected silver edge of the sharp razor. He considered it with a friendly gaze, eyeing every nick and corner with the detail of a lover who looked upon their beloved for the very last time.
He had known, of course, that the homophobia ranged far and wide in the wizarding world, as it was in the muggle realm as well.
Wizards, by the very magic in them, were more inclined to openness on the subject, but there were still odd few ( Pure bloods, mostly) who nursed a deep loathing.
In the muggle world, it was a bit different; some hated, some liked and others just didn't care about it.
There was more of variety, sometimes in some places and in other others, more hatred. All this information he knew.
What he didn't know was how violently his supposed friends and mere acquaintances would react to his own confessions.
They had been disappointed to hear he was gay ( all the girls was very disappointed and Ginevera Weasley the most. Some boys were hopeful that they now stood a chance.) but to hear who he fancied was beyond their comprehension and they tore him apart for it, broken him further as was he already was.
All of them just didn't care if he was already broken nor did they care that they broke him further.
He brought the razor to his left wrist, now the shiny piece of metal reflecting all of his scars, some old and others new. He waited, 10 seconds, 15 seconds and then when 20 seconds approached, he pressed in to his skin, slowly dragging marks across his already pale skin with the reverence of someone savoring the finest meal.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall, his mind calling forth unbidden memories of the countless dreams and fantasies he had detained of his Professor, finally able to relax under the cold stars.
He jerked up right when he heard the swish of a cloak and tap of feet upon the floor.
The razor left jagged marks on his skin, dripping red lines from his wrist to one of the largest cuts his arm. He shoved the metal into his cloak pocket where it is always hidden, promising himself that he would take care-full time to clean it later and looked around, he was not quick enough to put away his razor.
When he saw who had entered and most likely witnessed his bloodshed he had made of himself, he nearly threw himself over the side of the wall to kill himself.
Severus Snape stood in the only entrance or exit to the Astronomy Tower, looking at this with a raised eyebrow.
His eyes followed the movement of his hand as he hastily tried to put the razor away with out his Professor noticing and he moved swiftly towards Harry, looming over the boy until the boy got awkwardly to his feet.
''Sir,'' Harry said shakily, looking up at Severus as the man glared down at him with his known sneer.
'' Potter, not only do I find you out of bed past curfew, but I also stumble upon you slicing open your skin with an almost masochistic reverence. If you would indulge, I will not allow you to leave until you have given reason for this inane act,'' The man said, tone aloof and cool, as always.
'' I don't think you have the right to know that, Sir, '' Harry said with as much malice as he could muster, his chin jutting out with defiance.
'' Is that so? I think I have every right to know, as a teacher so concerned with your well being'' He had made the word ' concerned ' sound like a curse and Harry winced at the tone he used, he couldn't help himself.
'' Sir, I have nothing to say to you, '' Harry replied, trying and failing to sound as if he were indifferent to what Severus was saying.
'' You will have quite a lot to say, Mister Potter. If you don't comply, I will be forced to resort to Legilimency and then all of your secrets will be spilled without preamble or your consistent stuttering. ''
Harry wanted to argue more and even mention to Severus that he could go to jail for delving into his mind with out his permission but the man was already delving in his thoughts.
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