AN: Hello, this is my second story, don't worry I'm not going to stop working on my other story, Finally Going Home, I just had this idea stuck in my head for a while now, and it's been bugging me. Well I hope you like this story. Please Review.

Shattered Illusions.

Chapter 1: Rude Awakenings.

Harry James Potter, 16 of number four Privet Drive, has only been at his home for not even two weeks and his uncle has already started being the cocky bastard that he already is. Harry has been punched kicked, whipped, slapped, and downright beaten. He was sore all over but he ignored the pain. I deserve this, after what happened to Sirius. He thought depressingly, while just lying on his bed, with a blinding white migraine from hell. Harry tried moving around, but everytime he did pain just shot up everywhere. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry closes his eyes, hoping beyond hope that whatever his uncle has planned for him, he does it quick.

His door opened and in came, to Harry's surprise, not his uncle but his aunt. Harry looked at her in surprise. She avoided his gaze.

"Harry I'm getting you to the hospital right now. Your going to have to be quiet I drugged your uncles dinner with sleeping pills, and Dudley's at his friends house." She said urgently and picked him up gently. Harry bit back a moan of pain as she did this. Petunia got him into the car, and drove the way to the hospital. As they were driving Harry thought about his stuff.

"Don't worry about your things I'll keep them safe, I promise. I'm so sorry for this Harry, I didn't want anything like this to happen I swear. I don't want you to forgive me, I don't deserve it. I know I never did any physical harm to you, but I wasn't helping you any either." Aunt Petunia said her eyes filled with regret, guilt, and worry. Harry sighed glad that his stuff would be ok, and hoping she wasn't lying to him.

Fifteen minutes later they were in the hospital lobby, admitting Harry. After that a doctor and nurse came, and took Harry to one of the rooms, they laid him down on the bed, and began to wrap his injuries, and assess them. Harry was too tired to look around, or notice anything so right after his head hit the pillow he fell into a deep sleep.

When Harry woke up the next morning, all he saw was white. Am I dead? I hope I am, I can't take anymore of this it's driving me insane. I just want it to end. Harry thought. He sat up gingerly, and looked around. Everything that happened to him came running back into his head, and he sighed. The door opened and a doctor came in holding a clip board. Harry avoided his gaze, he felt his face turning red.

"Ah, Mr. Potter I'm glad your awake, you gave us quite a scare last night when your Aunt came in and admitted you. Well your injuries are two minor lacerations on both of your legs, the rest of it is that your back and arms are covered in welts, and some bruises. Now, your aunt tells us that you fell down the stairs, but this looks much worse than falling down the stairs. Would you care to add to that Harry?" He asked.

Harry swallowed hard wondering if he should tell him what really happened or not. Just as he was about to speak the door opened again, this time it wasn't a doctor, but it was, to Harry's horror and surprise, Severus Snape, Potions Master of Harry's school, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Mr. Potter you better tell the truth because I want to hear this for myself." He said with a pointed look. Harry glared at him and looked at the doctor. He sighed figuring he might as well ti get it done, and over with.

"No, I didn't fall down the stairs. My uncle doesn't like me because of who my parents were, among other things, and so he decided that he was going to beat some manners into me, literally." Harry said, and avoided the gaze of the doctor, and Professor Snape. "It was after we got home from the train station, Uncle Vernon grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my room, and threw me in. For two weeks he kept on beating me. Then last night my aunt came into my room and told me that she put sleeping pills in his dinner, and then she brought me here." Harry finished somewhat lamely.

The doctor nodded, and took notes down on his clipboard, whereas Snape just stood there his face betraying no emotions, if he was feeling any that is.

"Well thank you Mr. Potter that is all I needed to know." The doctor said, and left the room, leaving Harry and Snape alone. Harry looked up at the ceiling as though fascinated by it, avoiding Snapes eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything to anyone about this Potter?" Snape asked. Harry shrugged, finally looking at him in the eye.

"I don't know, I mean it's not as though he did it all the time, I mean, sure he would sometimes back hand me around a bit, but it was never nothing I could handle, I have suffered through worse. I deserved it anyways for what I've done. Besides, who would have believed me? Every time I had tried telling anyone they would usually call me a liar, or something to that extent." Harry replied dropping his gaze to the bed covers.

"You didn't deserve it at all! No matter what, you didn't do anything wrong. You should have said something to someone regardless. I am sorry for not noticing it sooner. Now we need to get to Hogwarts. We can't have you in a muggle hospital where the Dark Lord and his followers can get to you." Snape said. Harry nodded, and Snape gently picked Harry up, and pulled out a portkey. Harry touched it, and felt the familiar tugging around his navel. Soon, they were in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.

Harry shook his head to try to get rid of the dizziness that was threatening to overcome him. It didn't work, and the last thing he saw was Snape's concerned face as he blacked out.

AN: Well, I revised this chapter, I figured it needed it. So review, and tell me what you think.