Summary:

Severus Snape was wandering the hallways looking for wayward students out of bed. He heard voices from around a corner and just as he was about to bust the rule braking students he hears something unexpected come from Ron's mouth.

"You need to go to a teacher and tell them what has been going on at the Durley's."

When he peeked around the corner he saw a prone boy that couldn't be Harry Potter sitting in a window sill with his knees pulled to his chest and tears streaking down his cheeks.

Takes place either first, second or third year. No evil Dumbledore, but Severus Snape's heart begins to melt.

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Summary: A little prompt to start with. :) End of fourth year after the triwizard tournament. Harry is having some thoughts and he receives help from someone unexpected.

It was the end of Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. The triwizard tournament had finished and Harry had found himself sitting at the top of the astronomy tower. He couldn't keep his mind from drifting to Cedric, and how he wished so much that they had traded places. That Cedric was still here.

Harry looked down at the ground again and slid just a bit closer to the edge. What would happen if he were to accidentally fall? Voldemort was officially back, but was it really his job to take care of the maniac? If he wasn't here then the adults could take care of him. Form once they would have to fight for themselves instead of depend on some kid.

Maybe he should just slide off and fall to a peaceful end. Harry slid just a bit further forward and continued to look down at the great drop.

If he fell he wouldn't have to go back to the Dursley's home. Falling was looking more appealing by the moment. 

As he slid just a bit further forward to fall off the edge a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed his arm.
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I wrote a few paragraphs, but can't decide to go from here! Too many choices! Would love to see someone contine!

In Harry's second year at Hogwarts, the school was in turmoil. The Chamber of Secrets had been opened, and rumors of a monster inside were causing panic among the students and staff. The situation had grown so dire that the school governors were considering sending the students home for their own safety.

It was during this time of chaos that Harry Potter went missing. His friends, Ron and Hermione, searched high and low for him, but there was no sign of the young wizard anywhere. The entire school was on edge, and the faculty began searching to find the missing boy.

Meanwhile, Severus Snape, the stern Potions Master, was out patrolling the castle grounds. As he approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he noticed a figure slipping between the trees. Snape's curiosity was piqued, and he cautiously followed the shadowy figure, wand at the ready.

As he drew closer, Snape realized that the figure was none other than Harry Potter. But something was amiss. The boy's movements were jerky and unnatural, and his eyes had a glazed, vacant look. It was as if he was being controlled by some unknown force.

"Potter!" Snape called out sharply, hoping to snap Harry out of his strange state. "Stop at once!"

But Harry didn't respond to Snape's command. Instead, he continued walking deeper into the Forbidden Forest, as if compelled to do so. Snape, now deeply concerned, quickened his pace and caught up to Harry, grabbing him by the shoulder.

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A start of a story where Harry and Snape have a heart to heart after the war. They're both struggling to find their place in the world when neither expected to survive.

Severus caught sight of a young man sitting on the couch, seemingly disengaged from the festivities around him. "Mr. Potter," he addressed him.

Harry's gaze met Severus's, the man he had recently rushed to the hospital wing. "Sir."

"If you don't feel like joining in the celebration, why are you here?" Severus asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow, observing Severus as he took a seat next to him on a couch situated away from the crowd. "I could ask you the same thing, sir."

Severus let out a frustrated sigh and reclined on the couch. "I presume you were also coerced into attending?" He mimicked Minerva McGonagall, "'It would do you good, Severus, to socialize with everyone,'" then rolled his eyes.

Harry smirked, amused by the likeness of the imitation. "Something like that," he admitted.

Severus scoffed, "I despise these gatherings. A room full of giddy, drunken fools. It's intolerable."

Harry chuckled, "I can agree with you there, sir. But I find it amusing to observe them from a distance."

Severus raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what do you observe?"

Harry shrugged, "The usual things, really. People laughing and having a good time, others making fools of themselves. It's all rather entertaining."

Severus leaned back, intrigued by Harry's observation. "And what about yourself, Mr. Potter? Why are you not joining in?"

Harry sighed, "It's complicated. I just... don't feel like celebrating."

Severus studied Harry, sensing that there was more to the young man's reluctance than just a lack of enthusiasm. "Is it because of recent events?" he probed gently.

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A small prompt to build off of :)

The Great Hall was abuzz with the chatter of students, all discussing the events of the day and making plans for Hogsmeade weekends. The gold and scarlet Gryffindor table, usually the loudest and most vibrant, had an unusual cloud hanging over it. In the center of it all was Harry Potter, staring blankly at his plate, prodding his treacle tart with a fork. His usually bright green eyes were dull, overshadowed by dark circles so pronounced they could've been painted on.

Across the days, Harry had found himself waking up in the most bizarre places: once on the Quidditch pitch with a broomstick beside him, another time in the Forbidden Forest, closely surrounded by a circle of curious centaurs. And just this morning, he'd been woken up by Peeves, who gleefully sang a shrill song as Harry found himself hanging upside down in the Trophy Room, his feet somehow tied to a chandelier. Harry couldn't recall when or how he had fallen asleep, let alone how he'd ended up in these odd locations. Every time someone asked, especially Hermione, he'd brush it off, putting on a brave face. But the constant exhaustion was wearing him down, making it harder and harder to concentrate on anything.

From the shadowy corners of the Great Hall, Professor Severus Snape observed the Boy Who Lived with an intensity that few could match. He noted the unmistakable signs of fatigue, the hollow look in Harry's eyes, the slow way he moved. For years, the Potions Master had been quick to write off Potter's antics as a bid for attention or a result of his reckless nature. But this? This was something entirely different. That night, as the students made their way to their common rooms, Severus decided to follow Harry, cloaked in the shadows, to unravel the mystery that threatened to consume the young wizard.

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