Harry woke slowly, trying to remember why he was on the floor in his bedroom. With a groan of pain, he pushed himself up into a sitting position as he remember his Uncle's latest beating. Somehow Dudley had found out that Harry was gay and he let it slip to the older Dursley. Vernon had been furious and he dragged Harry up to his room and proceeded to beat the poor boy within an inch of his life. Harry slowly stood up and winced as he put pressure on his damaged right ankle.
While Harry had been unconscious, he had turned 17, the legal age to do magic outside of school. He listened at the door for any indication that his relatives were home. When he heard nothing, he turned to his trunk. The wand that his Uncle had taken from him was a fake one and had probably turned into a rubber chicken by now. He rummaged around in his trunk and found his wand.
In order to cast the spell he wanted, he had to focus on a happy memory. He went through a few, including the night he killed Voldemort and the day he had spent at The Burrow. He settled on the memory of finding out his mate was alive and well. He smiled as he cast the Patronus spell. When the stag formed, it looked at him.
"Headmaster I'm too injured to heal myself and if my Uncle comes for another beating, I most likely will not survive it. Please sir. I need you Headmaster. I don't want to die."
The stag nodded and jumped out of the open window. Harry gripped his wand tightly as he heard his Uncle's car in the driveway. He placed his wand back in his trunk and shut the lid, casting a wand less locking spell on it. He then laid down in the same spot and same exact way he had woken up in, allowing his mental barriers against the pain to fall. As he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, he closed his eyes and prayed that the Headmaster would arrive soon.
As his bedroom door opened, a loud crack was heard and Severus Snape stood in the middle of Harry's bedroom. Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief through the pain as the comforting thought of his Uncle being punished passed through his mind.
Vernon was purple in the face and started towards Severus, but Severus pointed his wand at the whale of a man. He knelt down next to Harry and Vernon started to walk towards them but Severus gave him an icy glare.
"One more step and I will blast you into next week." Vernon stopped in his tracks, fearful of what Severus would do to him. The Headmaster turned his attention back to Harry. He slowly rolled him onto his back and felt for a pulse.
"Harry if you can hear me, open your eyes." Harry did so and met Severus' gaze with pain filled emerald eyes.
"Do not speak yet or try to move," he instructed the injured boy. "Now did your Uncle do this to you? Blink once for yes and twice for no." Harry blinked once and rage filled the Potions Master.
He turned a death glare to the whale. "What did this boy do to suffer a beating at your hands?" He asked coldly, his wand gripped tightly at his side as he stood to face the man.
"He's a poof." Vernon snarled. "My son heard him moaning pleasurably in his sleep about some guy named Sev last night. I had to teach him that being a poof is as unnatural as magic and that he had to learn his place."
Harry blushed and turned his head away from the two men in the room as he realized just what dream he had been having when Dudley heard him.
"He is coming with me. He is no longer under your care now that he is 17. Now get out of here before I hex you."
"Fine. Take the freak. We never wanted him in the first place." Vernon said and shut the door. The sound of footsteps receded and Harry moaned in pain as he tried to take a deep breath.
"Harry are all of your belongings in this room?" Harry nodded slightly and Severus waved his wand and all of Harry's things were packed into his rucksack. He shrunk Harry's bag and trunk and placed them in his pockets.
"Can you stand Harry?"
Harry blinked twice and Severus sighed softly.
"Then I will carry you. Wrap your arms around my neck if you can and I will portkey us to my quarters." Harry simply nodded and did as he was told. Snape mumbled something and Harry felt the familiar tug behind his navel as the portkey whisked them off to Hogwarts.
Severus didn't stumble the slightest bit when they landed. He laid Harry down on the couch and Harry moaned in pain again. The Headmaster summoned some potions from his personal stores and encouraged Harry to drink a pain relief potion.
Harry sighed as the potion took effect and he was able to breath a little easier. Severus pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest. Harry looked at the man fearfully.
"I am not going to harm you Mr. Potter. I would have thought that after all the missions we were paired together on that you had learned to trust me." Severus said when he saw harry's look.
Harry blushed and looked down at his hands. "Sorry Sir." He mumbled. He thought back on those times when Dumbledore was still alive and had forced Severus and Harry to be partners on their missions. Different scenes flashed in his mind as Severus performed a spell that would tell him all of Harry's injuries.
The scene that kept playing in Harry's head was of when he and Severus had stopped for the night on one of their last missions. They had pitched the tent and Severus performed that many wards to keep unwanted people away from them. Harry was cooking dinner and decided to tell Severus of his past for he was tired of all the snide remarks and scathing looks he received from the older man.
As they finished their meal, Harry began to tell Severus of the abuse he had suffered as a child. He showed him the many scars that littered his body from all the beatings, including the word "FREAK" that had been carved into his back. From then on, Severus had treated Harry as an equal for he no longer saw Harry as his school rival's son.
Harry was roused from his thoughts as the Headmaster gasped in shock after reading the list of injuries. He grimaced at the thought of all he had suffered.
"Mr. Potter, you have three ruptured discs in your mid back, almost every rib is either broken or fractured, and your right ankle is badly broken. You don't have any internal bleeding, but several organs are bruised."
Harry winced as the list was read to him. "Damn, I must have blocked the pain out when I sent you my patronus."
"Language Mr. Potter." Harry ducked his head sheepishly. Severus grabbed several vials from the table and handed them to Harry. He drank them without question for he knew Severus would tell him what they were.
"Blood Replenisher, Bone Mender, and an ingestible Bruise Salve that will heal your organs." Severus told him as each one went down Harry's throat. Harry fought back a yawn, but lost the battle. His eyes began to droop closed and Severus sighed.
"Come with me Mr. Potter." Severus said as he helped Harry to stand up. Severus led him up the stairs and into his personal quarters. He transfigured their clothes into sleepwear and ushered Harry into the extra bedroom. Harry was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Good night Harry." Severus whispered as he shut the door and went into his own bedroom. He sighed as he climbed into bed and he too drifted off into the land of dreams.
AN: Okay so I started this months ago, but life got in the way. Anyways, reviews are love, even if they are flames. Also, I'm going to need some song suggestions. I wanna include a choir and make Harry their best performer, so any help with songs would be great!
