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and charms to ensure the bodily and mental safety of those who dwell within them；' said Snape。 Time and space matter in magic； Potter。 Eye contact is often essential to Legilimency。'
'Well then； why do I have to learn Occlumency？'
Snape eyed Harry； tracing his mouth with one long； thin finger as he did so。
The usual rules do not seem to apply with you； Potter。 The curse that failed to kill you seems to have forged some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord。 The evidence suggests that at times； when your mind is most relaxed and vulnerable … when you are asleep； for instance … you are sharing the Dark Lord's thoughts and emotions。 The Headmaster thinks it inadvisable for this to continue。 He wishes me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord。'
Harry's heart was pumping fast again。 None of this added up。
'But why does Professor Dumbledore want to stop it？' he asked abruptly。 'I don't like it much； but it's been useful； hasn't it？ I mean： I saw that snake attack Mr Weasley and if I hadn't； Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to save him； would he？ Sir？'
Snape stared at Harry for a few moments； still tracing his mouth with his finger。 When he spoke again； it was slowly and deliberately； as though he weighed every word。
'It appears that the Dark Lord has been unaware of the connection between you and himself until very recently。 Up till now it seems that you have been experiencing his emotions； and sharing his thoughts； without his being any the wiser。 However； the vision you had shortly before Christmas …'
The one with the snake and Mr Weasley？'
'Do not interrupt me； Potter；' said Snape in a dangerous voice。 'As I was saying； the vision you had shortly before Christmas represented such a powerful incursion upon the Dark Lord's thoughts …'
'I saw inside the snake's head； not his！'
'I thought I just told you not to interrupt me； Potter？'
But Harry did not care if Snape was angry； at last he seemed to be getting to the bottom of this business； he had moved forwards in his chair so that； without realising it； he was perched on the very edge； tense as though poised for flight。
'How e I saw through the snakes eyes if it's Voldemort's thoughts I'm sharing？'
'Do not say the Dark Lord's name！' spat Snape。
There was a nasty silence。 They glared at each other across the Pensieve。
'Professor Dumbledore says his name；' said Harry quietly。
'Dumbledore is an extremely powerful wizard；' Snape muttered。 'While he may feel secure enough to use the name： the rest of us：' He rubbed his left forearm； apparently unconsciously； on the spot where Harry knew the Dark Mark was burned into his skin。
'I just wanted to know；' Harry began again； forcing his voice back to politeness； 'why …'
'You seem to have visited the snake's mind because that was where the Dark Lord was at that particular moment；' snarled Snape。 'He was possessing the snake at the time and so you dreamed you were inside it； too。'
'And Vol… he … realised I was there？'
'It seems so；' said Snape coolly。
'How do you know？' said Harry urgently。 'Is this just Professor Dumbledore guessing； or …？'
'I told you；' said Snape； rigid in his chair； his eyes slits； 'to call me 〃sir〃。'
'Yes； sir；' said Harry impatiently； 'but how do you know …？'
'It is enough that we know；' said Snape repressively。 The important point is that the Dark Lord is now aware that you are gaining access to his thoughts and feelings。 He has also deduced that the process is likely to work in reverse； that is to say； he has realised that he might be able to access your thoughts and feelings in return …'
'And he might try and make me do things？' asked Harry。 'Sir？' he added hurriedly。
'He might；' said Snape； sounding cold and unconcerned。 'Which brings us back to Occlumency。'
Snape pulled out his wand from an inside pocket of his robes and Harry tensed in his chair； but Snape merely raised the wand to his temple and placed its tip into the greasy roots of his hair。 When he withdrew it； some silvery substance came away； stretching from temple to wand like a thick gossamer strand； which broke as he pulled the wand away from it and fell gracefully into the Pensieve； where it swirled silvery…white； neither gas nor liquid。 Twice more； Snape raised the wand to his temple and deposited the silvery substance into the stone basin； then； without offering any explanation of his behaviour； he picked up the Pensieve carefully； removed it to a shelf out of their way and returned to face Harry with his wand held at the ready。
'Stand up and take out your wand； Potter。'
Harry got to his feet； feeling nervous。 They faced each other with the desk between them。
'You may use your wand to attempt to disarm me； or defend yourself in any other way you can think of；' said Snape。
'And what are you going to do？' Harry asked； eyeing Snape's wand apprehensively。
'I am about to attempt to break into your mind；' said Snape softly。 'We are going to see how well you resist。 I have been told that you have already shown aptitude at resisting the Imperius Curse。 You will find that similar powers are needed for this： brace yourself； now。 Legilimens！'
Snape had struck before Harry was ready； before he had even begun to summon any force of resistance。 The office swam in front of his eyes and vanished； image after image was racing through his mind like a flickering film so vivid it blinded him to his surroundings。
He was five； watching Dudley riding a new red bicycle； and his heart was bursting with jealousy： he was nine； and Ripper the bulldog was chasing him up a tree and the Dursleys were laughing below on the lawn： he was sitting under the Sorting Hat； and it was telling him he would do well in Slytherin： Hermione was lying in the hospital wing； her face covered with thick black hair： a hundred Dementors were closing in on him beside the dark lake： Cho Chang was drawing nearer to him under the mistletoe：
No； said a voice inside Harry's head； as the memory of Cho drew nearer； you're not watching that； you're not watching it； it's private …
He felt a sharp pain in his knee。 Snape's office had e back into view and he realised that he had fallen to the floor； one of his knees had collided painfully with the leg of Snape's desk。 He looked up at Snape； who had lowered his wand and was rubbing his wrist。 There was an angry weal there； like a scorch mark。
'Did you mean to produce a Stinging Hex？' asked Snape coolly。
'No；' said Harry bitterly； getting up from the floor。
'I thought not；' said Snape； watching him closely。 'You let me get in too far。 You lost control。'
'Did you see everything I saw？' Harry asked； unsure whether he wanted to hear the answer。
'Flashes of it；' said Snape； his lip curling。 To whom did the dog belong？'
'My Aunt Marge；' Harry muttered； hating Snape。
'Well； for a first attempt that was not as poor as it might have been；' said Snape； raising his wand once more。 'You managed to stop me eventually； though you wasted time and energy shouting。 You must remain focused。 Repel me with your brain and you will not need to resort to your wand。'
'I'm trying；' said Harry angrily； 'but you're not telling me how！'
'Manners； Potter；' said Snape dangerously。 'Now； I want you to close your eyes。'
Harry threw him a filthy look before doing as he was told。 He did not like the idea of standing there with his eyes shut while Snape faced him； carrying a wand。
'Clear your mind； Potter；' said Snape's cold voice。 'Let go of all emotion：〃
But Harry's anger at Snape continued to pound through his veins like venom。 Let go of his anger？ He could as easily detach his legs：
'You're not doing it； Potter： you will need more discipline than this： focus； now：〃
Harry tried to empty his mind； tried not to think； or remember； or feel：
'Let's go again： on the count of three： one … two … three …Legilimens！'
A great black dragon was rearing in front of him： his father and mother were waving at him out of an enchanted mirror： Cedric Diggory was lying on the ground with blank eyes staring at him：
'NOOOOOOO！'
Harry was on his knees again； his face buried in his hands； his brain aching as though someone had been trying to pull it from his skull。
'Get up！' said Snape sharply。 'Get up！ You are not trying； you are making no effort。 You are allowing me access to memories you fear； handing me weapons！'
Harry stood up again； his heart thumping wildly as though he had really just seen Cedric dead in the graveyard。 Snape looked paler than usual； and angrier； though not nearly as angry as Harry was。
'I … am … making … an … effort；' he said through clenched teeth。
'I told you to empty yourself of emotion！'
'Yeah？ Well； I'm finding that hard at the moment；' Harry snarled。
Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord！' said Snape savagely。 'Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves； who cannot control their emotions； who wallow in sad memories and allow