"I ..." their power ... their fury was tangible, and since it coursed through them all, it was amplified exponentially, and there was nowhere to hide. Their approach was simultaneous, and Severus had never realised how unsettling a united mind in three bodies could be until it was concentrated on him. Harry held out his hand, and his follower knew what that meant. The young man wanted to verify Draco's claims. Once they touched, Severus would have no defences. Glancing over Harry's shoulder, he pleaded quietly, "Not them, please. I ... I'm willing, but don't make me share my past with your friends." He breathed a sigh of relief when Ron and Hermione took half a step back, moving out of synch. They were still watching, but Harry's furious gaze was not reflecting from their faces any longer. Steeling himself, he stepped around the chair and sank to his knees before his master, just like he had done their first night. The young man, however, touched his chin, tilted his head up. Instantly the familiar mind washed over him and drowned him in memories he had spent twenty years repressing. When Harry broke the contact, Severus felt like he had run a marathon. Grateful that he was already on his knees, he took a moment to gather himself, to rebuild his defences after having been stripped to the bones. His Lord had not been as forceful as Voldemort, had not hurt him in his quest for the truth. But this invasion had gone so much deeper.