Occlumency Opportunity

Summary: What would happen if Severus found out about Harry's home life during occlumency? How would he react? Would he be able to see past his grudge on Harry to help him? My first fanfiction.

Chapter 1:

"Focus Potter! Clear your convoluted mind!" Snape spat out, while Harry panted on the floor, from yet another horrible occlumency lesson.

"I can't! Not with you shouting at me like that!" Harry answered angrily. Professor Snape always made it difficult for him to concentrate, and not only because he wasn't Harry's favorite teacher.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Potter, I will make it twenty if you continue to disrespect me like that." Professor Snape said softly, his malevolent eyes swirling with anger, but with no other outwards appearance. Harry tried not to flinch. Snape, in many ways, reminded him of his aunt. When Uncle Vernon got angry, Harry could tell easily, Vernon shouted, and often turned an awful shade of purple, however, when Aunt Petunia got angry, Harry wasn't able to tell, and that made it worse, because he didn't know what to expect from her as a punishment.

"Yes sir." Harry said, defeated. Harry couldn't clear his mind, no matter what he did, and honestly, he wasn't sure how to, for as long as he could remember, his mind had always been full of emotions and thoughts, he didn't know how Snape could just turn them off. Harry tried though, he tried to stop thinking and stared at the wall for a few minutes to attempt to clear his mind. It didn't work.

"Again Potter, legilimens" Snape spoke the incantation, and once again they were back to memories flashing through his eyes. Snape liked picking out moments of embarrassment or fear from Harry, all the better to annoy him with it, and today it was of his childhood.

5 year old Harry, serving the Dursleys and Aunt Marge Breakfast in a summer holiday. 8 year old Harry turning his teacher's wig blue, and getting detention for it. 6 year old Harry being bitten by Aunt Marge's dog Ripper. Aunt Marge, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley laughing at him uproariously as he attempted not to cry from the gaping wound on his lower leg left from the dog, while sitting in a tree. Later that day, when little Harry was tying an old shirt of Dudley's around his bleeding leg in his- Harry couldn't let Snape see that, not another thing for him to tell his Slytherins about.

"NO!" Harry roared, and pushed with Snape out of his mind with all of his force. He sank to the ground, seething in anger, and sweating from the effort.

"What was that Potter?" Snape asked angrily. Harry viciously pushed down his anger, he couldn't lose any more points.

"I don't understand what you mean professor." Harry said flatly. He wasn't going to help Snape with whatever he wanted from Harry.

"I mean, Potter, with the dog." Snape spat out, clearly frustrated.

"It was Dudley's birthday, I got in the way of my aunt's dog." Harry said, once again, forcing his voice to sound flat. Snape growled and turned around to move back to his desk.

"Yes I understand that Potter" Snape said his last name as though it was a curse. "But why were your relatives laughing at you?" Harry stared at Snape, incredulous. Did he seriously believe all of that rubbish he spouted about how much of a pampered brat he was? Harry decided to answer evasively.

"My relatives don't like me very much." He answered, stiffly. Snape stared at him oddly, Harry couldn't tell what Snape was thinking.

"Very well Potter. I daresay I've had enough of your personality for one night. You may go." Harry nodded and left the room. What the bloody hell?