Chapter 1:

Summary!

Not everyone can keep her emotions bottled up for as long as Harriet can, much less hide it with the love and fake happiness that she can. When Snape has to take her in, she starts healing his heart - before her own healed. Harriet never cried, never sniffled, and Snape never showed emotions. Who will break? Will they break? Or will they heal? (Story is better than summary) Abused!Harry-Abused!Snape-MANY Abuse Scenes-Female!Harry

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"Please, Stop it!" she yelled. "It wasn't me!"

"Are you lying to me, girl?" Uncle Vernon asked, sneering while he jerked her head into the wall by her hair. "Now you will REALLY get it."

Thrown down violently, he whipped her once more with his belt. "Now repeat after me..."

Her throat was horse when she woke up. The new and fresh bruises that were added to her colleague of marks on her back throbbed, but were receding. Her hair was falling out in clusters, her eyes were bloodshot and dull green, and worse of all; her scar was bleeding. The whipping hadn't been as bad as her dreams though. If anyone saw how dark her mind was, her back would just seem like a small pinch. Her scar leaked blood over her eyes, and she remembered her never ending nightmare that was life.

"You killed me, Harriet." Her father said. "You deserve every bruise."

"You killed me, Harriet." Her mother said. "Help will never come."

"You hurt us, Harriet." The Dursleys had said. "You don't deserve us."

"I'll kill you, Harriet." The star of the dream, who she called Derman. "Wait until you meet me."

But this wasn't the first time. Everynight, it came again and again, at different intensities. This wasn;t the worst, but it would require some concealment. Sighing, Harriet applied the homemade concealing cream consisting of lotion, dirt, and antibacterial alchohol to her bruises, scar, and face. Before long, they would close on their own, but until then she looked as good as ever.

As she headed out of her cupboard, she froze. Visitors. She changed into a old, turquoise shirt with green and red designs. Her favorite hand-me-down from Dudley. She stepped right in front of the door as she head a large pop and heard yelling. He sounded familiar, she thought.

Soon the door was blasted open. She was knocked off her feet, and landed on her bum with a large thump. She saw a man dressed in black looming over her, taller than Vernon but with the same expression. Stern, angry, annoyed. Oh, she knew how to make him like her.

Mission yippee was about to start.

"Oh, sorry sir, I'm just so clumsy," she spoke, quickly and astonishing the man before her. "Ugh, you know, falling down the stairs as much as I do, you'd think I would get use to it. But, no." Noticing his expression, she changed tactics. "Why hello sir, sorry for babbling. Just surprised. I am Harriet. Harriet Lily Potter. May I ask why you are here?" She flashed a warm smile at the man.

"Hello Harriet." He snapped, frowning ever so slightly. "I am Severus Tobias Snape. Please try not to trip again and come with me. We have been alerted for your safety. Don't worry about anything, we have it all covered. Now come." To his surprise, she started laughing.

"Aah, good one sir." She said, smiling still. "I didn't mean to make you angry, and I am 15 years old. I think you should stop lying to me, now, why are you here and what is it that I can help you with?"

Growling, he snapped at her. "Now, I am not lying! I know you are 15 and I don't care. You must stay with me until furter notice to keep you from harm. Now COME!" Now yelling, he said, "Honestly, what is the matter with you - Potter?" Snape stopped taking, now that a tear trickled down her cheek. She had been flinching the entire time but still was looking down.

She quickly wiped the tear, sniffed, and smiled. "Sorry, Mr. Snape sir. My apologies. I'll just get my books and we can be on our way. I know you said not to worry about my belongings, but this is very important to me. Please, let me take them? They won't be any trouble?"

Her eyes were not red, her cheeks were not flushed, her smile was pleading, and her eyes were as green as Lily's had been at her age. "Fine." He said curtly, and he eyes finally met his, while she started babbling her thanks. "Just be quick about it!"

"Done sir!" She piped up, hugging a abum of some kinda and a old, worn out paperback book with fake gold writing that was ineligible.

"Just hold onto my arm. We will use magic to apparate there." He ordered, slightly confused. Why did she cry?

"Alright, Snape sir." She said, reaching out to hold his hand. "How will it feel?"

"You will find out shorty." Harriet nodded. Next thing she knew, she felt like he was being squeezed through a tight hole and spun around. Then it stopped all at once.