White. All he could see was white. Bright. Burning. It came to him in a flash. The pain was excruciating, and he groaned, curling up onto his side in a fetal position. Tears slipping down his face as he realized the inevitable.

He had failed.

The one thing he was so certain he couldn't fail at. It was a curse. Guess he wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived for nothing. His fate was horrific, how could this have happened?! There was no way that he could have survived a fall like that There was only one explanation.

Someone had saved him. But... who?

"Oh, you're awake."

Looking up sharply, Harry's eyes traveled across the room to lock on the nurse, Poppy Pomfrey, who was levitating a tray of food behind her, quickly followed by the resident Potion's Master, Severus Snape. His piercing black gaze settled upon him, staring into what seemed to be his soul. He blocked his mind, putting up a shield so he couldn't see into his mind.

Stopping in front of him, the two wizards continued to stare at the hero, trying to decipher the puzzle that had been placed in front of them. Finally, Harry cleared his throat, waking them from their thoughts.

"Is there something you need?" The boy asked softly, staring up with large, beryl eyes. Poppy sighed, setting the plate of food down next to the suicidal boy, and replied, "Harry, Professor Snape here is the suicide prevention counselor. Because of what you did, the Headmaster has ordered you to talk with him at least twice a week about what you did, and why it was wrong, and why you should sorry for what you did. You know, many people depend on you. What you did was very selfish, and the Headmaster thinks you should learn that was very wrong what you did. You also have detention with Professor Snape everyday for three months, starting the day you get out of the hospital wing. Now, here's your food, and I'll leave for you to talk to Professor Snape. Think about what you did, Harry."

As she left, she stared at Harry with disapproving eyes, obviously ashamed and disappointed of what he did. With wide eyes and a gaping mouth, Harry watched her leave. 'Seriously?' Harry thought, 'They're mad at me?!'

With eyes like burning coals, Snape clenched his fists, attempting to hold in his anger. 'Honestly, the people at this school are some of the most ignorant, idiotic people I've ever had the misfortune of meeting! Talking like that to a suicidal child, what is wrong with you people!' Calming down enough to talk to Harry, Snape sat down next to him, staring him in the eyes.

"Harry, I know we normally don't get along, but I'd like you to know that I'm here for you. I am not disappointed or ashamed that you did this. This was a perfectly natural response, and you were not wrong. I do not hate you for this. I am not mad at you for doing this. Twice a week, you will come to talk to me about whatever you like. You can come talk to me more if you like, it's completely up to you. I will also have some of my Slytherins help you out, and they will help you with whatever you need. Hopefully, you will make some real friends. Do you have any questions?"

"Just one," Harry murmured quietly, turning his lime green eyes to the ceiling.

"And what might that be?"

"Who saved me?"

Sorry for the wait, but yes, here's another installment. It's not very long, and Marcus is not here yet, I'm sorry, but he'll be here next chapter. Take a wild guess at who saved Harry. I'm pretty sure it's obvious.

I do not own Harry Potter.