Sick At Hogwarts
Harry sat down on the cool refreshing grass and started to pull out weeds. It was summer and he was trapped at the Dursley's until he returned to Hogwarts for his sixth year. Dumbeldore thought it was safer for Harry there but Harry wasn't so sure about that. Harry's Aunt and Uncle hated him. Whenever he made the slightest mistake his Uncle would hit with his large black leather belt. Harry's back stung with pain as he bent over to pull out the far away weeds. If he finished before his Uncle got home just maybe he wouldn't be beaten tonight.
But sadly Harry's luck ran out and a few minutes later when Harry was half-way done with the weeding his Uncle drove into the drive way in his blue station wagon. "Inside boy now," Harry's fat Uncle whispered menacingly. Harry got up quickly he knew that his Uncle would beat him but there was no reason to make him madder for getting up slowly.
They made their way to Harry's small room silently. When they were inside and the window was closed Harry's Uncle pulled out the belt. Harry just stared at him calmly. Begging only made his Uncle hit him more just to make Harry miserable. He looked at the wall as his Uncle punched him making him fall to the ground. The wounds on Harry's back split open as he landed on them. Harry already thought some were infected.
Harry' Uncle then started to slash the belt across Harry's face and chest causing his T-shirt to tear. As his Uncle's breathing got heavy Harry felt relieved this meant that he would stop soon. But to Harry's disappointment it took him thirty more minutes to finally stop. He put the belt back onto his pants and aimed a few kicks at Harry's ribs. Harry let in a breath of air as he felt some of his ribs crack. He gasped for air. His Uncle would be really mad tomorrow when he would find Harry unfit to go outside and do his chores where the neighbors would see his injuries. Then Harry blacked out on the floor completely.
Harry awoke the next morning to sunshine beaming through his closed window. He noticed how unwell he as feeling but not because of the beating he had gotten last night. It was his throat and stomach. His throat felt like he swallowed fire and his stomach felt like he was about to throw up at any minute. With the searing pain in his back and hardly being able to breathe it was unpleasant so Harry pulled himself off the floor slowly and collapsed on his bed and fell asleep again.
Harry woke again but this time to his Uncle entering his room. No sunshine was beaming down on him Harry looked over to the clock he had fixed. It said 7:05. Then Harry noticed his Uncle was carrying to pieces of bread in his hands and shoved them in Harry's face. "Here eat it so you don't starve to death and so the freaks won't blame me," snarled Harry's Uncle unhappily at giving the boy food.
"I'm not hungry," said Harry weakly. He now had a killer headache to add on to his stomach, throat, and wounds. "You have to be, you haven't eaten in four days," snapped Harry's Uncle. "I think I'm sick if I eat that I'll throw up," argued Harry. His Uncle glared at him and tossed the bread on Harry's dresser and left. Harry fell back asleep trying to remember when was the last time he was sick.
Harry woke up to sunshine pouring through his window. Then Harry's Aunt entered with two more pieces of bread and shoved then at Harry. Harry shook his head weakly and stopped immediately, it made him to dizzy. "You will eat or you'll starve and those freaks will blame me and Vernon," snapped Harry's Aunt scowling at the weak boy. "I can't I think I'm sick," said Harry softly.
Harry's Aunt layed the bread on his bed and muttered about being ungrateful. Harry's heart sank. He needed care to get over being sick but his Aunt and Uncle definitely didn't care one bit if he was sick. He slipped back into a deep sleep again.
Harry's week went the same. He would wake up try to eat then slip back into sleep occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom. His Aunt and Uncle didn't help at all except to give him bread and water. There was still a month from returning to Hogwarts and Harry noticed he wasn't getting better but worse. It was hard for him to breathe because of the cracked ribs and his soar throat. He was weak and he kept throwing up.
When his Uncle came in to give him water Harry decided to ask him how to get better. "Uncle Vernon how do you get better when your sick?" "I don't know," snarled Harry's Uncle and headed out the door. Harry didn't know if he would ever get better. He hated how he sent his owl Hedwig to the Burrow because he couldn't write a letter to Dumbeldore asking for help. Harry then fell back into his feverish nightmares of Sirius, Voldemort, Bellatrix, and his parents.
Severus Snape walked into the headmasters office with a scowl. "Hello Severus I have a favor to ask of you," said Albus Dumbeldore cheerfully. "What can I do for you, Albus," asked Snape annoyed at the headmasters cheerful tone. "I need you to go check up on Harry," answered Dumbeldore said losing the cheerfulness and replacing it with seriousness. "But Albus you know I can't stand the boy and I have to look after Draco," argues Snape. He always hated Potter and it was true that he had to watch Draco Malfoy. Snape had to watch over him at Hogwarts during the summer because Draco's dad was in Azkaband and his mother was on the run with the other deatheaters that weren't at the Ministry.
"Draco can stay with Minerva and Poppy in the Hospital Wing. They're making the Hogwarts letters so he can be of use to them and I know about your feelings towards Harry but I think something is wrong," explained Dumbeldore who expected Snape to argue. "Then why can't you go," complained Snape. "Because I have to go to America for two weeks to sort out some protection charms in case Voldemort is spreading his ideas world wide," said Dumbeldore calmly. "Two weeks Albus! What if there is something wrong with Potter," asked Snape. "Bring him here until I get back," answered Dumbelodre who seemed to have worked this all out.
Snape scowled but agreed to go. "So when will you be going," asked Dumbeldore brightly. "I guess right now. I just have to go take Draco to the hospital wing," said Snape coldly. Dumbeldore nodded his head in agreement as Snape stormed out of the office.
Harry woke at night again and looked over to the clock on his night table. 7:18 PM. Then Harry heard the doorbell ring downstairs. Harry hoped with all his might it was someone to come and get him. He heard voices but couldn't make out who's. The a few minutes later he heard someone walk up the stairs and slowly unlock the door. Harry gaped at the man that entered the room.
Serverus headed towards the fireplace after he had taken Draco to Poppy's office. The he flooed to to Arrabella Figg's house and went straight to Number 4 privet Drive. Evrey house looked alike, neat and clean. Snape snorted at this. How do the muggles live like this.
Snape walked up to Number 4 Privet Drive and rang the doorbell. A few moments later a fat man that Snape assumed to be Harry's Uncle glared at him. "We aren't buying anything," he snarled and tried to close the door on the Snape. "I'm not selling anything. I have come here to check on Mr.Potter," snapped Snape as he thought how revolting Potter's relatives are.
"HE'S NOT HERE! GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE," shouted Harry's Uncle. "I'll see if he's here myself thank you," growled Snape annoyed at the fat man for making his job harder. Before the fat man could say anything Snape stunned him and closed the door behind him. He made his way up the stairs and found three doors. One had a bolt lock on the outside. Snape wondered if this could be the boy's room since his Uncle didn't seem to fond of him. So Snape unbolted the door and went in and got a huge surprise.
Harry gaped at Snape who had just entered his room. How had Dumbeldore convinced him to come thought Harry. Snape looked at Harry. He was lying in bed looking extremely ill and had a large gash on his face and many bruises. His T-shirt was in shreds and was covered in blood and he had slashes on his chest also.
"Potter," asked Snape confused at the boy's appearance. "I think I'm sick Professor," said Harry weakly. "Potter you look dead what happened to you," asked Snape still in shock. Harry just stared at him. "Your Uncle did this," said Snape after he put it all together. Harry just looked down and stared at his hands. "Come on were leaving, where are your things," asked Snape softly. "Down stairs locked in the cupboard under the stairs," Harry said quietly. Snape nodded and left the room.
He found the cupboard and unlocked it. He found Harry's trunk, broom, and his owl's cage. The boy's wand was sitting on top of the trunk. Evil muggles he thought viciously. When he went back to the room he found Potter leaning against the dresser trying to walk. He looked like he was about to pass out which as he took a few more steps he did.
Snape quickly picked him up already have sent his belongings to the hospital wing. He carried him to Ms.Figg's house and flooed to the hospital wing. Snape felt blood running over his hands as the wounds on Harry's back opened. "POPPY, MINERVA," roared Snape while laying Harry down on the nearest bed. Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and Draco Malfoy came running out of Poppy's office.
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