A/N MERLIN I HATE CHILD ABUSE! Call 911 or CPS if you know of any cases!
Just to warn you, sad horrible ending. This coukd be a one-shot, but tell be if you want nore! ;)
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN HARRY POTTER. ME NOT GOOD WRITER.
Save me
No one ever knew what Severus went through. Except Lily Evans, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin, and myself. He was very good at being secretive you see; warding memories, powerful glamours, and healing potions were his specialities.
Lily was eight when she found out; the two attended the same primary school. Even at such a young age, it was bad. Severus was emaciated, always covered in bruises, and his clothes were atrocious!
She told me one time that he was out of school sick for nearly a month, after his father forced him to drink what the whale of a man dubbed Freaky Medicine. Of course, at the time, Miss Evans had no idea about our world.
The day she found out was the day Severus arrived at school early, still in his night sweats panting from running. His father had been drinking, and had been slinging his bottles around.
The boy would never admit he was scared; he was too proud for that. But Lily dragged him into the woods where they spent the rest of the day, planning on moving to a castle where they could live happily together forever.
Lucius Malfoy found out when Severus was twelve, and he himself was fifteen. A newly appointed prefect, it was the blond's job to notice things. And he noticed a lot.
Severus would limp and avoid people when a new school year began. He avoided people, never talked, constantly flinched... The worst part was the beaten puppy look that would flit across the young eyes.
The day Lucius found out was two months after the new term began. The boy hadn't been eating, and when he finally collapsed in the hall, the Malfoy boy tended to him, giving him a nutrient potion, among other things.
Severus was a fourth year when Remus Lupin found out.
Even being in Gryffandor, Remus noticed things and paid attention. His wolf senses tingled, feeling the obvious pain, worry, and sadness radiating off of the boy.
From what I know, the boy hated the pranks the Marauders played on poor Severus. He must have felt the the despair at the boy only having two reliable friends.
The day Lupin found out was the day Severus's mother died. It had been on Christmas Eve, late at night. Remus had been taking a late night stroll when he heard banging coming from a classroom. When he entered, he saw Severus destroying everything in sight, screaming that his father killed his mother, and that he was probably next.
I don't think Remus ever said anything, but he knew.
It was the first night of Severus's fifth year when I found out.
I was idly going through my stocks in the Hospital Wing cupboard, when the doors banged open. Lily was supporting an unconscious Severus Snape. I went into full Mediwitch mode.
That was when his glamours fell. Thus, when I found out.
I removed him from his home situation, not a moment too soon, seeing as his father hung himself the next summer.
I cry now, running my hands madly through my short hair, staring at the one occupied bed in my virtually untouched hospital wing.
It took me five whole years to figure out about Severus's home life. But I DID figure it out.
I never figured this case out.
"How blind am I?" I whisper into the almost empty wing.
I stroke the seventeen year old's dirty black hair and stare down to his face, which bares more scars than were there before.
"You aren't blind," came a hoarse voice. I whirl around staring at the source.
"You-I-You're alive!" I squeak to the man, who was being supported by a stunned looking Draco Malfoy.
"Brilliant observation, Poppy," Severus Snape sneered, as he settled into a bed, holding tight to his still leaking neck.
"Harry... he told us..."
"He did, did he?" Snape asked. Despite the mock annoyance, the man seemed relieved. "Good. Maybe Minerva won't kill me... Or you."
I sighed. "You'd have to wait in line. Vernon and Petunia Dursley are first." At his curious look, I gestured to the poor boy in my bed.
Harry's glamours had fallen indeed. His whole body was lined with scars years old. He was at least six inches shorter and several pounds lighter than we remembered. Bones were oddly mended, looking grotesque beneath his thin paper like skin.
"I already healed his injuries from the final battle. But I ran a full diagnostic scan... Did you know that he is ninety pounds; A seventeen year old? Or that he is about the size of a third year? Or that he could feel every bloody curse that deranged maniac casted?" I yelped, watching Draco and Severus pale.
"What? But... but Death Eater meetings... they happened durning the school year! All those Cruciatus curses..." Draco whispered in sympathy, seeing as Harry had saved his life during the final battle and vouched for him in the end, before he passed out.
"I... I never noticed," Severus moaned, running his hands through his blood matted hair. I quickly started tending to his wounds.
"To be truthful, I don't think anyone did, not really. He didn't have a Lily, Lucius, Remus, or myself. He was all alone." I shook my head. "For seventeen years."
Draco stood staring at Mr. Potter for a moment, before raising his wand and recasting the glamours, making the boy look as he always did. Severus looked at the blond's retreating form for a minute.
"Whats done is done, I suppose. He's alive," Severus said unsurely.
I stared down at the boy. "He is alive, but is still as dead as the people lying in the Great Hall."
Severus adjusted his bandage on his neck, looking down at the boy once more, before leaving.
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