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Disclaimer: I always forget these darn things, I'm broke, I've got like 74 cents in a jar on my bed kind of broke. So obviously I don't own, can't claim, or hold rights to Harry Potter or any other characters of J.K. Rowling's creation.
Warnings: Abuse, Physical Handicap, De-ageing, Language, Slash and Hinted Mature Context.
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I am posting this on a whim. It is no where near done! And the ideas are not even fully formed. So I have no idea how quickly or slowly the updates will be posted only they will. If people like it and review it, I can say that it will more then likely get the updates coming faster as I will be heartened and look forward to writing more.
This is just for fun! I am still working on the masterpiece that if you go to my profile or have been to you will note is mentioned there, this is just something to help keep the cobwebs away. Remember this is a WIP as in not fully written so suggestions are welcome and may very well be used!
I started writing this years ago, but never had the motivation to pick it back up. Now though I'm bursting with idea and actually have time to write so I'm rewriting it. The first few chapters may seem to be a mix in two different levels of writing as I didn't want to completely start over but should smooth out in a few chapters!
I am still currently writing Domino Effect and it will continue to get updates with in reasonable time frames; this note is for those reading it or may decide to read it.
Blind Man's Favor
~Preface~
-Reality-
If he was being completely honest, Harry couldn't tell anyone let alone himself what month it was, much less what day. He had survived one dark minute after another, one solitary moment followed by the next with only the smallest edges of a single strip of light to interrupt it. Those rare occasions when dim light broke through the pitch dark would mean he'd been remembered and a scarp of food would be placed inside his small prison or perhaps more his haven.
It had been some years since he had been locked into such a small confined space, than again his uncle had been extremely angry to start with; it would seem he wasn't completely over the incident with Dudley and the Dementors just yet. Plus having Mad-Eye Moody confront him along with several other freaks certainly hadn't helped much; in fact only seemed to escalate the whole event.
Harry braced himself before he shifted his body a bit in hopes of easing the sore spot that the hard floor was pressing into his hip. He knew for a fact that he had a number of broken bones and it wasn't a far guess to torn or pulled muscles. Despite the time since the encounter upon his return he was still covered in bruises, though he couldn't see them he could definitely feel them.
Harry was so lost with in his own thoughts that it took him some time to figure out what had brought him back to full awareness, but the loud voices from somewhere beyond his cupboard helped. After all, one could not exactly ignore the ever increasing volume of them. He cringed slightly, he'd considered himself fairly lucky to only have the one face to face with his uncle the one time so far this summer, but if his uncle was angry he'd be seeing the man again soon.
His mind being in overdrive panic numbed his pain sensors allowing him to ignore his hurts as he pushed himself into the far corner and waited for the inevitable. He didn't bother keeping tabs on the amount of time that passed. As far as he knew it could have been minutes as easily as hours. Keeping his eyes shut he cringed as he heard the slide of the lock outside the door. A small flinch escaped him as the light slid across his eyes and forced himself to remain limp as a surprisingly gentle grip lifted him, pulling him from his small space of shelter and against a broad taught chest.
Harry couldn't help the unconscious flinch away from the hand that smoothed the hair that covered his face away. "If his Godfather were alive you'd be a dead man Dursley." The deep voice caused the chest to rumble with vibrations setting Harry's body to tremble. Forcing away the urge to escape, he focused instead on the voice, he knew that voice, but it couldn't be…
He just had to be sure. Harry opened his eyes, allow in the first rays of light beyond his eyelids in over a month to confirm his suspicions, promptly closing and throwing his hands over them with a scream.
"Potter," The startled man's arms jerked from surprise pulling a pained yelp from the poor battered boy. "Harry… it's alright." If Harry had, had the ability he would have realized that the voice was anything but confident. Harry could feel a hand trying to remove his own from his face. He shook his head as fiercely as he dared in his state. "Harry, I wont hurt you, please let me see."
Harry shook his head once more, "No, it hurts." The words were barely audible from his voice's lack of use. He almost feared he'd been unheard, but the hand let off with its attempts. He almost sighed with relief, instead the raised voice of his uncle registered causing him to jerk violently and whimper from the movement. The arms around him tightened slightly pressing against his bruised and battered body; he could have handled this if not for the harsh grip that ensued and proceeded to attempt to withdraw him from the firm hold.
Only capable of taking so much pain at one time Harry screamed once more as one of his arms was grasped and yanked so roughly that he felt his wrist snap, that combined with the pain of the light re-emitting itself overwhelmed him forcing his body to shutdown as he blacked out, finally and happily oblivious to everything.
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As eloquent as Severus Snape was, even he would have a difficult time describing in words how livid he truly was at the moment. He'd been sent on a completely inconvenient, annoying and in his previous opinion completely un-required errand to find out why the boy-who-lived hadn't felt it necessary to answer any of his letters, even those from the headmaster. Only when he arrived he found the boy no where and a completely overbearing oaf of a man insulting his personage.
It had token much longer then it should have in order to garner the information he seeked, that of the boy's whereabouts. Where those whereabouts had been sent chills down his spine, a filthy cupboard under the stairs that reeked of human waste. On many occasion he had been accused of being a cruel man. He hardly believed himself capable of such cruelty as that he had beheld. The boy was a mess of faded bruises and other wounds, not to mention completely covered in filth, and the sounds he had made, made something in his chest hurt.
"How is the boy, Poppy?" Severus felt like growling at that voice and the owner of it; the stupid, oblivious, ignorant man, not noticing something like this sooner. He ignored the fact that he himself had failed to notice as well.
Poppy sighed, "Not well headmaster, some of the bones started healing wrong so I've had to re-break them in order for them to begin healing correctly. There is a certain amount of damage to the vocal box that's irreparable, he may have trouble speaking at times, and it may cause him a certain amount of discomfort. Mostly he'll have trouble with certain tones or pitches and sad fate if he enjoys singing." Poppy stopped in thought before shaking her head and continuing on. "There's still a good bit of bruising, but it's mostly healed already, so I'm going to let it continue to do so on it's own. I'm more worried about his bones, weight and especially his eyes. The poor lad is much too small for his age and that must be dealt with right away, as for his eyes…" She took a steadying breath. "His eyes could take anywhere from a couple of weeks to months for them to completely heal. There is nothing I can do about that, eyes are one of the few body parts that are more perceptible to harm than healing."
"Thank you Poppy, please just do your best." The headmaster made his way from the room, after receiving a brief nod of acknowledgement from the matron, motioning for Severus to follow. Once outside of the infirmary and the door closed completely behind them Dumbledore stopped and gave a thoughtful glance to the man next to him. "I have to do some thinking on the matter, please meet me in my office once the boy is settled and you're sure that Poppy may no longer have need of your expertise." Severus nodded once before heading back to the boy's side.
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(Headmasters office 2 hours later)
Severus made his way to his favorite chair in front of the headmaster's desk watching the man pace back and forth behind said desk. "How is the boy?"
Severus raised an eyebrow, "Poppy's done all the healing Harry's body can take at the moment."
Dumbledore nodded his head, "That's good, very good indeed, now let us move on to what I've been thinking on. Harry's injuries, but mostly his eyes, will put him in significant danger especially with the start of the new school year just around the corner. We can't allow Voldemort to discover Harry is in such a state." Dumbledore paused popping a couple of lemon drops into his mouth much like a pill popper would have.
Following the headmaster's progress with his eyes only, Severus shrugged his shoulders, "And how do you propose we keep such information from the man?" His voice was steady and toneless. "Once the other students see, it will be in the paper, and in letters home. You can be assured he'll find out from one source or the other."
Dumbledore smiled mischievously a plot clearly forming in his mind, "Than we do not let the students know, in fact we let no one outside those who already know, know."
Severus eyed the elder man with distinct weariness, "And how do you purpose to do that?"
Dumbledore grinned making Snape's instincts scream 'RUN'.
…
"No, and I will tell you once more to be completely and absolutely positive it has entered your think imbecilic noggin, you've lost your mind old man and NO!" Severus had heard and agreed to a plethora of crazy, crackpot, and completely impossible ideas that the headmaster had come up with in his life time, but this one topped them all, and he wasn't going to do it. "The boy will never agree to it either!"
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