Who I Want To See Chapter 6: Open my eyes, a harry potter fanfic

Hey here is the last chapter probably. I might make a sequel. Oh well, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the song. Song is mine.

Well here it is! Sorry for the wait!

Harry knew this would probably be his last night in this hallway. He looked around and was surprised that he couldn't see Snape. He expected to see Snape following him around now that he found out about Harry's secrets.

Harry shrugged. You never know with Severus Snape.

Harry grabbed his guitar and thought about why this would be his last night. It was time for him to move on and not be so depressed. He couldn't believe that just the other day he had been in this very hallway with no knowledge that anyone cared.

He remembered his talk with Severus earlier and smiled.

It had been early that morning. He had woken up from a nightmare and walked out by the lake. Somehow Snape had known he would be there and had sat down beside him.

"Nightmares?" Snape had asked.

"Yes, like every night," Harry had replied, bowing his head and twirled his wand in his hands.

"What are they about?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry had whispered.

"You can't stay hidden your whole life, Harry. You need to open up to me. It will help if you talk about them."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"That may be, Harry, but you need to talk about it. I used to get nightmares and I still do. It helps if you talk them through."

"Ok," Harry had given in, looking up to meet his eyes. "I was having dreams about the third task as I watched Cedric die," he whispered, his eyes lifeless. "How if I wouldn't have been so dang noble he could be eating breakfast right now and laughing with his friends."

"That's not true, Harry," Snape had said fiercely. "You didn't know what would happen when you touched that cup."

Harry shook his head. "I know," he had muttered, "but it's just hard to watch him die over and over and be so helpless."

"I know, Harry, but I will teach you occlumency and help you clear your mind."

Harry looked at him, puzzled. "Why are you being so nice to me again?"

"Your mother was my best friend and helped me through all my depression," Snape had said softly. "My parents fought, my monster of a father abused me, and he expected me to be the perfect Slytherin and a Death Eater. I knew it wasn't my fault for what he did." (A/N: in my story Snape is a pure-blood.)

"I know the abuse isn't my fault," Harry said quickly, catching his eye, not knowing quite what to say but knew what Snape was hinting at.

"Then why have you not gone to a teacher and why are you so quick to claim that you don't blame yourself?" He had looked at Harry sadly. "I'm no fool, Harry."

"I didn't trust anyone enough," Harry had lied. "And I just wanted you to know that I don't blame myself."

"You trust Dumbledore and Molly Weasley and McGonagall and Sirius and Remus and your friends. You may not admit it, but you trusted them even though you felt used."

Harry had bitten his lip, not knowing what to say.

"I know you think you deserve what horrible things happened to you in your life, but I for one know you don't." With that Snape had gotten up and had said, "think about it Harry. I'll see you later in class." He had turned away, his robes billowing, and had left Harry to his thoughts.

All through classes Harry had actually tried and shown what he could do. He worked hard on his homework and impressed and confused his teachers. The only one who showed he wasn't surprised was Severus, who was indeed very shocked to see Harry Potter brewing a perfect potion and handing in a perfect paper.

"Stay after class, Mr. Potter," Snape had ordered.

Harry had waited, looking at Snape curiously.

"You can do this," Snape had said, placing his paper onto the desk so he could see it. There was a large O on the top. "I haven't seen such description in even Ms. Granger's work. And that's just potions. From what I've heard it isn't near as good as Transfiguration, Charms, and especially Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harry had shrugged. "I decided to stop hiding my powers and true potential."

Snape had just shook his head, before walking away. "Get to class, Mr. Potter."

Harry came out of his thoughts with a shake of his head, thinking how Severus Snape would never cease to amaze him, and picked up his guitar. He began the song and sung softly:

I never thought that someone was there, because I didn't want to open my eyes. I forgot that there can be love, and sometimes to find truth you need lies. You were always watching me, and I never knew. But now I finally see. I can be true.