“Fuck!“ Harry fell to his knees once again as he tried to shove Snape out of his mind.
“Watch your langue potter” Snape sneered down at him “or are you too much of a Neanderthal that you can’t help yourself?”
“No! This isn’t fucking working!” He pushed himself back to his feet, turning his gaze to Snape and glaring at him.
“You aren’t applying-“ Snape tried to interjected. Tried to belittle.
“No! What is your problem with me?! You aren’t even TRYING to teach me!” He stepped closer to snape, his temper finally boiling over.
“My problem with you,” snape’s voice was low, dangerous. But harry was far past caring, “is that you are an arrogant brat just like your father”
“You don’t even know anything about me, you greasy git!” They were nearly toe to toe at this point.
“Watch how to you speak to me, Potter” Snape’s hand twitched, as if he wanted to reach for something.
“You decided the moment you laid eyes on me that I was worth nothing! You were an absolute cunt from the first time I stepped in your room!” His hands were moving wildly as he spoke, his voice rising with each word
“How dare-“ Harry cut him off
“I’m sick of it! You’re a spineless, pathetic excuse for a man, much less a professor! You’re so blinded by some-some bloody school boy rivalry-“
Harry’s words were cut off as Snape grabbed him by the front of his robes and all but slammed against one of the stone walls. His head smarts as he hits the stone but a nasty smile is growing on his face anyway.
“Who on gods green earth do you think you are?” The words were hissed into his face and he felt satisfaction at getting a rise out of the professor. This was almost what he wanted.
“There he is, the evil death eater everyone knows you are.” He was past the point of any sort of self preservation. He wanted him to get angrier. He wanted him to-
“Hit me. Go on it’ll make you feel better. Hit me I know you want to.” Harry had grabbed Snape’s wrists when he was grabbed.
“Potter-“
“Hit me you fucking coward that’s what this is about isn’t it?! Beating me down to make you feel better about yourself?” Snape let go of his robes but Harry didn’t release him.
“I’m not going to participate in whatever self punishment you think-“
“Don’t back off now” his nails pinched Snape’s skin but he didn’t say anything, “you’ve never been easy on me. No one’s ever been easy on me”
And maybe it was the fact that he’d just spent the last two hours inside the boys mind, but as their eyes locked he was suddenly seeing scene after scene of a great whale of a man tossing around a child that looked remarkably like the student in front of him.
“Potter-“
“Hit me!” Harry shoved at his chest, causing Snape to stumble. Mostly in surprise. He hadn’t been prepared. “Come on you bloody arsehole! I’ve never asked you for anything and I know this is what you want!” Another shove, this time followed by a smack to his chest.
“I’m not-“
“Fuck you!” Harry took a few steps back and glared at him. “Don’t you want a chance to put ‘prince potter’ in his place? Isn’t this what you’ve dreamed of?”
Another flash of memories. Death Eater memories he should have no knowledge of. Watching Cedric die. Hearing his mother. The screams of countless wizards and muggles suffering at the hands of the dark lord.
What on earth was going on with the boy's mind and magic?
“You wouldn’t even be the first, Professor. I won’t tell, come on I deserve it don’t I?” A disgustingly pink office with a disgusting black quill.
The fight suddenly goes out him. Harry’s shoulders drop as his gaze does and he takes a shuddering breath.
“Potter.” A twitch of his head is all he gets in response.
“Harry.” And then suddenly those green eyes are on him. “Go to your dorm. We will have our next lesson Thursday.”
They stared at each other for a few long moments before Harry grabs his bag and leaves the office, his shoulders slumped.
What was he to do now? With these memories? This knowledge?
He poured a glass of fire whiskey and sat at his desk and did what he did best. He organized his mind. Sorted through his thoughts until things made sense again.
Potter lived with people who hated him. There was a Ministry official in the school torturing him. He dreamt of the dark lord’s activities.
And for some reason all of that added up to him seeking out more abuse. More hurt. More punishment.
Well. That just won’t do.