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Harry's Twisted Year

The boy with the black hair screamed in his sleep, bolting upright in a cold sweat.

Sirius ran into the room, wand at the ready and searched for the danger. (A.K.A Voldemort and his exotic dancing.) When he found none, he looked toward his godson to see his skin shimmering with some sort of magic. He quickly swept the room to where the boy sat and flicked his wand, removing the spell from the boy. What he saw shocked him.

Every inch of skin on his godsons arms were covered in scars and agitated looking cuts. Scattered welts were raised on his back. Sirius slowly reached out to his godson, who retreated and huddled in the corner his bed was pushed against. Finding his voice, Sirius began to scream.

As he continued his tirade he heard a small voice coming closer to him. He looked down to see his godson kneeling in front of him as if awaiting his punishment. Sirius slowly bent down and lifted up his godson. He began to rub calming circles on his godsons back in an attempt to calm him. He pulled the boy away so he was looking him in the eye and asked the on the question the boy didn't want to hear. But the boy just shook his head, refusing to answer. Getting frustrated, Sirius whipped out a bottle of hot chocolate (mixed with vertiserum). He offered the beverage to the younger boy and waited for the effects of the vertiserum to take place. After a couple minutes the boys eyes glazed over as if trapped in a memory.

"I'm trapped in the dark. Someone is opening the door to my cupboard, no its my uncle. I try to squeeze into the small corner, but he yanks my arm to get me out. My arm bruises as he throws me on to the cold concrete in the backyard. I hear a rib snap, but I hold in the howl of pain that's rumbling in my chest. I turn onto my back to see him pulling off his belt; I quickly roll onto my back to avoid being whipped on my stomach. The pain was excruciating, but I held my breath to avoid crying. I could feel my own blood seeping onto the concrete. There was so much more than when I first started to cut myself or even when my uncle beat me senseless when he found me and my ex boyfriend snogging…."

Sirius had held his breath as his godson had relieved some of his worst memories. However he was quickly pulled back to reality when his godson slumped forward. As he held onto his godson he felt a sticky substance seep onto his hands. It was then he realized that the wounds that had slowly started to heal had reopened and the shock of the memories had caused his godson to go unconscious. Laying his godson gently down on his stomach and went and flooed Madame Pomfrey. Returning from the fireplace he began to think over what his godson had revealed. Sirius had trouble wrapping it around his head that some of his godson's wounds had been self afflicted. How could he not have seen this before? A part of him had always known that Harry was gay, Sirius himself was even bisexual, but the abuse and self mutilation he had no idea that was happening.