Chapter 79: Angst Bred Animosity

The Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Bitterness filled Harry Potter as his emerald green eyes took on a rather murderous glint as he found himself face to face with The Potions Master. Snape had been on the verge of hexing the little brat into oblivion due to his deliberate attempts to undermine the Occlumency lessons he had been forced to teach him. Harry had been gripping the thin arms of the torture chair he was forced to sit in while Snape invaded his mind time and time again in an attempt to get him to block the attempts.

The brazen images of Lily Evans and James Potter happily holding their brand new baby boy bombarded the rather annoyed older wizard's vision as he attempted to sift through them. The image of the boy staring into the Mirror Of Erised during his first year at Hogwarts and seeing both of his deceased parents had made him roll his eyes.

"Feeling sentimental?" asked Snape dispelling the image of Sirius Black hugging Harry.

"That's private." said the green eyed teenager sweating bullets as he struggled against the ache in his head.

"Not to me." said the Potions Professor in an icy tone. "And not to the dark lord if you do not improve."

Harry's eyes widened as Snape leaned toward him.

"Every memory that he has access to is a weapon he can use against you." hissed the Potions Master. "You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind."

The Gryffindor wizard struggled against another intrusive blast from Snape.

"You're just like your father." said the dour Professor. "Lazy...arrogant..."

"Do not say a word against my father!" shouted Harry angrily a he leapt from the horrible wooden chair.

"Weak!" said Snape narrowing his obsidian eyes at the loud mouthed boy.

"I'M NOT WEAK!" replied Harry Potter adamantly.

"Then prove it." challenged Snape. "Control your emotions...discipline your mind...Legilimens!"

Wave after wave of Harry Potter's memories flashed by as Snape once more found himself privy to a good deal of the boy's private information. The most sickening had been the image of Harry Potter clinging to the Azkaban escapee Sirius Black as if for dear life at an old order meeting.

"I may vomit." said Snape in an icy tone as he pulled out of Harry Potter's mind.

"STOP IT!" said an exhausted Harry as he leaned against the wooden chair.

"Is this what you call control?" asked The Potions Master icily.

"We've been at this for hour...if I could just rest..." replied the teenage wizard still struggling to catch his breath.

Snape advanced on the startled younger wizard angry at his weakness and the deliberate way he had been trying to ignore his lessons.

"The dark lord isn't resting." he hissed. "You and black are two of a kind sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been...well it may have escaped your notice but life isn't fair...even your blessed father knew that in fact he frequently saw to it."

Harry slipped from the chair in a bid to challenge Snape.

"MY FATHER WAS A GREAT MAN!" he shouted in defense of James Potter.

"Your father was a swine!" hissed The Potions Master forcing Harry back toward the wooden chair.

Snape waved his wand and Harry had done the same.

"Legilimens!" shouted The Potions Professor.

"Protego!" shouted Harry at the same time.

The brief nod of confusion allowed the boy to project Snape's mind invasion on to him and the rapid images of the wizard's worst childhood memory had become like reality for the rather confused Harry Potter.

As the memories shifted he noted the strange creature that lurked within as the images of James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin flooded the young boy's mind.

The entire house of Gryffindors seemed to gather around as they chanted "Snivellus Greasy" to a shaken teenage Severus Snape whom had only been reading beside the lake when he was set upon by his childhood bullies.

Harry watched in horror as his own father lead the group of Gryffindors in hexing and humiliating the teenage Snape whom had not seemed to have a single friend in the world.

The next thing he knew he was rapidly being ejected from the brooding wizard's mind.

The young wizard had been caught off guard by the barely concealed rage that filed across Snape's face.

"Enough!" said the angry wizard hardly able to contain his temper. "Your lessons are at an end."

"But I didn't..." replied Harry unsure of what to make of what he just saw.

Snape grabbed the shaken teenage boy by his collar.

"Get. Out." he hissed in rage.

Not needing to be told twice Harry gathered himself and made for the door.

"I-It was an accident you know." he hissed feeling a bit of rage of his own. "Dumbledore sent me here so that you could help me...how do you think he'd react to finding out that you've decided to ignore his request?"

"Get out." hissed Snape once more not even looking at the idiot boy.

He could feel the beast inside him threatening to break through the surface.

Harry had no idea why, but he insisted on trying to convince Snape that he was making a mistake in turning him away. It ended up becoming a means of voicing his own anger in the wake of discovering the Potions Professor had been bedding his best friend.

"How do you think he'd react to finding out that you are shagging Hermione Granger, an underage student." said Harry unable to stop himself once his rage got the better of him.

Snape turned around in such a swift manner that Harry had wished he had simply kept his mouth shut and left the room. It had always come down to a test of will with the two of them and the boy who lived was not one to back down from a challenge especially one issued by Snape. Unfortunately, for Harry this was one time when he should have thought better of challenging the werewolf Potions Professor as Snape's rage only seemed to increase tenfold.

Sensing that he had pushed the Potions Master too far, the teen age wizard attempted to get out of the door as quickly as his legs could carry him but he had greatly underestimated the speed of Severus Snape as the older wizard grabbed him by the throat in one swoop and slammed him hard against the cold stone floor.

Struggling to get out of Snape's clutches, Harry attempted to worm his way out of the rather impressive hold the older wizard had on him. Snape simply tightened his grip on the boy's neck and glared rather murderously into his emerald green eyes. Looking up at the enraged man, Harry began to know how it felt to be truly helpless as his struggles to get free remained in vain.

"You dare challenge an Alpha?" asked Snape in a voice that had not been his own and filled with unbridled fury.

Upon hearing this Harry struggled harder against the werewolf wizard's hold only to find that he had exhausted himself.

"L-Let me go...I'll..." he began.

"You'll do what exactly meat sack?" asked half-were Snape as he continued to glare down at the struggling boy. "Wet yourself in fear?"

"S-Snape...let me go." urged Harry not at all liking this powerless position.

The half-were Potions Professor dug a razor sharp clawed hand into the cold stone beside Harry Potter's head causing the boy to cringe in fear.

"You stink of fear loudmouth boy." growled half-were Snape as he doted on the amusing turn of events. "How easy would it be to just..."

Harry had not known what to do as Snape seemed to lean closer and closer to his jugular vein.

The apparent heightened sense of fear made the blood in his veins flow faster as he held the foolish boy against the cold stone. The Potions Master seemed to be struggling against the beast that threatened to overtake him.

"You will do well to keep your mouth shut and your nose out of my personal affairs Potter." he growled as the strange shift began to fade.

Harry had been relieved to see the claws recede, but Snape's naturally obsidian eyes had a faint silvery glow to them. He let the boy go focusing his strength on gripping a nearby stone wall as he continued to struggle against the beast that threatened to emerge without the assistance of the full moon. He could hear the blood rushing to Harry Potter's heart and the pull of intoxication from his rather musky scent.

He had not known if it was the primal aspect of his senses, but he found it amusing that the son of James Potter had gotten involuntarily aroused in the wake of having him nearly tear out his throat.

"GET OUT." urged Snape still fighting to regain his senses.

Not needing to be told twice, Harry opened the door and took off like a bolt of lightening down the corridor. His lungs burned and his body ached from the harsh treatment Snape had inflicted upon him.

One thing was for sure, the teen age wizard would make it a point to avoid Snape if he could help it.

After ensuring he had been a good distance away from the Potions Professor, Harry let out a sigh of relief noting that the Occlumency lessons he had to undertake with Snape were well and truly over.