Sakiq: Hey! Here is a new story. This fic is an Harry n Tom Jr. couple. Don't like... then LEAVE THIS PAGE!

Tom is about 1 year older than Harry than over 50 years. Harry will be over 15 years old while Tom is 16. Harry is in his 5th year while Tom is in his 6th. Harry is living with his relatives in Privite Drive. His parents died a different way. So did Tim's.

Disclaimer: Me do not own! If me did, all the boys will be with other boys.

Warning: abuse, depression, bullying, teasing, self-abuse, not smex...yet. Rated M in later chapters. People out of charater

There is a reason why I decided to write this, I'll tell you guys when I'm finished with this story. Enjoy!

Betaed by HowlingAngel! THANKS ANGEL! YOUR THE BEST! ^ / / / ^

Treatments

By:

Sakiq-Toshi

Harry Potter, age 5, was cleaning the kitchen while Petunia Dursley, his aunt, cooked dinner for her son, Dudley, and her husband, Vernon, when Uncle Vernon came in through the kitchen door. He went to kiss his wife on the cheek and turned around to watch his nephew clean the table. While setting the table, Harry toppled over the bowl of rice he was placing, making Vernon very mad.

"What did you do, you brat? Look what you did! You spilled my wife's cooking on the floor! You good for nothing idiot!" Vernon screamed as he went to Harry and slapped him hard across the face. Harry whimpered at the pain of the blow, landing on his side on the floor. The abuse had been going on for the past two weeks, and it was just three more days until Harry's sixth birthday. Harry wondered why his relatives hated him so much.

Then Vernon started kicking Harry, hard. "You should have just died along with your good-for-nothing parents! Then we wouldn't have to be stuck with you!" Vernon roared as he kept kicking him. Harry started crying out from the pain, when all of a sudden he spat out blood. Vernon had kicked him in the face and broke his nose.

As soon as it started, it stopped. Harry lay crumpled; injured, broken, shocked, scared, and bleeding on the floor he himself had cleaned not too long ago.

Petunia saw the blood and was outraged. "You dolt! Look what you did to my nice floor!" she shrieked at Harry's prone form. It was then they noticed he had fainted from the pain.

"Vernon, dear, I think-" she started, but she never got to finish because Harry began to wake up.

*Now*

Harry, age 16, sat up in his four-poster bed in the boys' dormitory at Hogwarts. He was sweating and breathing in gasps, green eyes glazed over, still thinking about his nightmare- worse, his memory. He frantically looked around the dorm he and his friends stayed in, scanning if he'd woken one of the others. They were all sound asleep. Harry let out a sigh of relief. He'd kept his abuse, nightmares, memories, and his past injuries a secret from all of his friends, even Ron and Hermione. Harry didn't want them to worry about him, scared of how they would react if they found out.

Over the years, the abuse had gotten worse until he'd received his letter from Hogwarts. It came in the form of a old man with long white-gray beard and hair, the headmaster of the school, Albus Dumbledore. Harry was eleven then. He still had to go back to the Dursley's in the summer time and they still abused him. He was able to hide his bruises, cuts, and broken bones from his friends and housemates because of the concealing charms and healing potions he'd learned from his schoolbooks. He was really good at them too; no one knew the injuries were even there, except for he and his relatives. And Harry wanted to keep it that way.

Harry lay back down,closing his eyes as his black hair fell around his head like a halo on his pillow. He'd been having nightmares for the past 3 weeks. Since he was eleven, Harry had bottled his emotions from the abuse and bullying from kids at Hogwarts and Little Whinging; he thought it was best to hide it than express it. But, for the past few weeks, he had been feeling a bit too emotional, feeling like he was going to burst any minute. He almost revealed his secret to Snape and the whole class two days ago during Potions when the professor started being his normal condescending self towards Harry.

*FLASHBACK*

Harry was sitting at his cauldron making a Truth Potion for class. All of the students were to work together, as it was a difficult mixture to make alone unless you were REALLY good at Potions. He was stirring the potion as the instructions said, Snape behind him watching intently as a sixth year tended his own mixture. From what Snape had, the boy was a Slytherin named Tom Riddle Jr. Snape had asked him to help teach the class and he had agreed.

Suddenly, Snape snapped, "Potter! Pay attention to the potion! Or else you'll ruin it!" Harry jumped from surprise, accidentally dropping the wooden spoon he was using, involuntarily reminded of his Uncle. Harry flinched out of his seat and moved backwards until his back hit something. He moved his hands to cover his face as he whimpered, frightened at what was going to happen next. The whole class, including Riddle and Snape, stared in shock at the scared, shivering boy on the floor.

Hermione was the first to move but Riddle was closer, and reached Harry's crumpled form before her, crouching down next to him.

"Mister... uh... Potter, are you okay?" Riddle asked softly, who was soundlessly crying behind his hands. When He touched Harry's knee, Harry suddenly screamed bloody murder.

"No! Stay away! Stay away from me! NO! Don't hurt me! STAY AWAY! DON'T HURT ME!" Harry screamed out as he removed his hands from his face to scamper away from the form he thought was his uncle, trying to hurt him again.

The students in the classroom were now truly shocked and confuse at what Harry Potter had done. Suddenly, Harry jumped to his feet and tried to run from the room. He was almost at the door when he started to stagger and lean sideways. Before he hit the floor, Draco Malfoy caught him. Malfoy stared with wide eyes at the boy he thought was never scared of anything. He looked up at his godfather, Snape, to see what he wanted him to do with the unconscious boy in his arms.

Snape came over to inspect the fainted boy and did a Diagnostics Spell; he found that Harry was not getting enough sleep, nutrients, and was injured. Snape muttered a Waking Charm. When Harry came to, he blinked the blurriness out of his eyes and saw Snape, Malfoy, Riddle, Hermione, Ron and some of his other classmates around him, faces varying from worried to blinked, slowly looking around. "Wha... What happened?" Harry asked softly as he sat up, holding his head as the world around him started spinning. When it stopped he became more aware of the faces around him. It was Riddle who answered.

"You don't remember, Potter?" he asked with disbelief in his voice, a calculating look in his blue eyes. Harry looked at him with his head tilted to the side, shook his head. "No, I don't." He frowned. "Should I?" he said quietly. This time, it was Snape who answered.

"Mr. Potter," he sneered, and Harry flinched, "You started whimpering and cowering when I spoke to you. When Mr. Riddle touched you, you started screaming like you were being tortured." At that, Harry stared at Snape with wide, fearful eyes.'No...no, no, no, no! I couldn't... wouldn't do that in front of them!' Harry thought as he clutched at his left wrist tightly in fear. At that, Snape grabbed his arm in a tight grip, and pulled the sleeve up to Harry's elbow. There, on his wrist and forearm, were bandages. Snape stared at them for a minute while the class just watched, wondering what was going on between Professor Snape and Harry. They could not see what was happening except for Riddle, who was beside the teacher and helping him in blocking the boy from the rest of the room. "Now, what happened to you, Potter? That you have to wrap your wrist?" Snape asked quietly as Harry looked at the stone floor.

'No! He can't find out that I cut myself! He can't! Think, Harry! Think!' Harry thought frantically to himself. After a moment, Snape got tired of Harry staying silent, so he grabbed Harry's chin in his other hand and forced Harry to look him in the eye. "Mr. Potter! Answer my question," he growled at the young Gryffindor.

Harry just shook his head as he tightly closed his eyes fear of what Snape would do if he doesn't answer. What Snape did next, Harry didn't expect and gaped in surprise. Snape moved his head above the sixteen-year-old's wrist, murmuring a Healing Spell to heal the boys wound. When he was done, Snape moved back to remove the bandages from Harry's wrist. When the skin was revealed, he and Riddle were shocked to see that there were scars on Harry's pale skin.

Harry was afraid, very afraid of what they would do next. But, Snape just sighed sadly before he let go of Harry's wrist and removed the slightly bloodied bandages. Riddle just went to go get some cream for the scars. "Potter," he said softly, which got the other students to stop murmuring to each other, and got Harry's attention right away, "Harry, I'm not going to ask, but I hope you remember that if you need to talk, I am here to listen if you want." All the students in the room, save for Riddle, were VERY surprised at their fearsome Potions professor's open willingness to help a student.

But the one that was most surprised was Harry. His mouth hung wide open, fish-like. While he stared wide-eyed at his professor, Riddle came back with the cream. Harry closed his mouth and blinked until he cleared his throat to talk. He quietly murmured to Snape," Uhm... Thank you, Professor. I'll remember that." Harry then blushed as he looked down at the stone floor again, embarrassed.

Riddle came towards them slowly with the cream in his hands. 'Hmm, he looks cute with that blush,' Riddle thought with a smirk. When he reached Harry and Snape he bent down to Harry's level, "Here you go, Harry," Riddle said as he held out the cream for Harry to take.

Harry looked at the object then at his professor with a silent question in his eyes. Snape sighed then said, "That is a cream that will get rid of scars in about two to three days if you apply it every morning and at night." Harry then looked at Riddle. He slowly grabbed the cream. "Thank you," Harry quietly replied with a light pink blush on his cheeks. He put the cream in his robes as Riddle just smiled at him and they both stood up.

*END FLASHBACK*

Harry opened his eyes again, to restless to go back to sleep. So he went to go take a nice hot shower before getting dressed. While he was drying up, he looked down at his wrist; the scars were no more thanks to the cream. He should go thank Riddle again for that, he thought with a blush.

Since Snape had offered, Harry had been thinking about it. It would be a good idea to talk about his problems. He took out the Marauders Map and quietly murmured, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." After the map was revealed he looked for Snape to see if he was awake or still sleeping; it was only 6:40 in the morning.

After a while, Harry found him in the Potions lab, working by the looks of it. Harry muttered, "Mischief managed," and put the map away.

Harry walked out the dorm and slowly went down to talk about his problems for the first time in many years…

TBC...

Sakiq: Well, here you go peoples. Hope you like it. Took me forever to finish.

The reason why I'm writing this story is because my Aapa(Grandfather) died on the 20th of July. He was the last grandparent I had. Then about a week later, another relative of mine and a friend of mines lil brother were found drowned in the river by my town while I was away at camp for 2 weeks... May they rest in peace...

Well please review and tell me what You think.