Distrust

By: Hollyh19

Disclaimer- Everything that looks familiar belongs to Good Ol" J.K. Rowling:)

Summary: The Boy, who everyone tried to protect, was betraying them all along.

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Harry Potter sat in the damp cool dungeons hardly aware of what his Potions Professor was drawling on about. Snape was showing the class, which consisted of Gryffindors and Slytherins, the proper way to use crushed porcupine needles in the potion they were to brew that day.

Lately for Harry, his classes seemed so long and boring. He stared at the front of the class in the direction of the blackboard where Snape was teaching. He had to look like he was at least trying paying attention and make it seem like he was actually interested in the topic.

After finishing his explanation to the class, Snape turned towards the board and began to write the days instructions. Harry took this opportunity to take his eyes off the little beetle that had been crawling along the wall to study the various occupants around the classroom.

He glanced over to Ron. The boy was looking especially lowly today. Harry didn't especially enjoy the company of Ron anymore, he just seemed so boring to him now. After the summer of their 6th year, Harry had just abruptly stopped talking to Ron…and Hermione too for that fact. No one really questioned him which suited Harry perfectly. Now he pretty much just kept to himself around Hogwarts, occasionally talking to a Gryffindor, if they started the conversation.

Snape turned away from the board and began to travel around the class making as many criticizing comments he possibly could. Harry noticed this and immediately took out his parchment from his bag that was sitting by his feet. But Harry couldn't seem to find a spare quill anywhere.

Before he could borrow a quill and write down the information from the board, Snape came over to Harry's desk.

"Mr. Potter, this is the fourth time this week that you have not been listening or paying attention to my instructions. Would you like to share with the class what exactly is going on in that empty headed of yours?" And as Harry remained silently glaring, "I suggest you go to the Headmasters office and tell him why you are there, now go. "

Harry got up from his seat not caring that all eyes were on him and silence had gone throughout the room. Everyone knew Harry and Snape never got along but Harry had never crossed the line so much as to get sent him to the Headmaster.

As Harry approached the door and Snape added "Oh, and Potter... Don't come back until you have that potions essay from last week completed". And with that Harry left the classroom slamming the huge wooden door behind him, leaving a smirking Snape.

Of course, Harry had no intention of going to the Headmasters Office. He walked out from the dungeon and into the entrance hall. He decided to go for a walk around the grounds until the day was over. He walked out the already open main doors and out onto the green grounds.

Harry walked over to the lake and lay down on the cool grass. He closed his eyes and began to think about his life ever since the summer before his 7th year. True, he no longer had any of his friends and the fondness that he usually received from most of his professors was gone, his life had changed for the better. He had new friends, a new way of thinking and a new way of life. He didn't need his old friends.

Harry was just about to drift asleep when his left arm began to burn.

His master was calling.