He opened his eyes and felt the sweat on his skin. Damn Snape and his blasted Occlumency. Seeing other people's glimpses were bad enough without having to relive his too. And no matter how much he tried, Harry couldn't seem to keep Snape out of his head. He leaned back into his chair as Snape passed in front of him, ripping his technique to shreds without offering any other advise except "For Merlin's sake, empty you mind Potter!" and more smearing of his father's name. To this Harry tried to ignore all of what left Snape's mouth in favor of focusing on how the ringing in his head was just increasing.

And suddenly a typhoon slammed into his mind again and washed away his delicate hold on his memories- once again pushing him into a stew of them.

The Orphanage- grey and intimidating.

"The children are afraid of something," one matron whispered to the other. They don't know I'm listening. They don't know it's me.

The letters. All the letters!

Goodbye Slick. I will miss you well.

Hogwarts! With great floating decorations and more family than ever before!

Trying to fight what will come next, but we already know. The glimpses have shown us.

"Shhh….. Child. It's alright. Just lay back and let me do the work. It won't hurt a bit."

Everything swirls together and nothing is its own anymore. There is no stopping it. There is no one to help.

Spells and wizards and dreams. Colors and secrets to deep inside to repeat.

Big red eyes that find me everywhere.

Death so much death! Help.

Help!

His vacant eyes stare back up at me and the smile that was there a moment before is now long gone. The blood seeps out of him and onto me as I cradle his head in my lap, and rock slowly back and forth. I never got to tell him. I never will. Tell him that-

"NNNOOOOOOO!"

Snape fell back against the desk with the force. His eyes were wide with shock at what he had seen. Never before had he been that deep. And never again will he be able to by the look of Harry at that moment- hands holding his head, eyes so wide that you can see around the whole of the iris, and a gaze that seems to be off somewhere else- watching something in grave horror, unable to look away.

They stay in a heavy fog of silence until Harry whispers, more to himself than anyone else, "No… No more."

There were no more lessons after that.