Betrayal

Previous: If Sirius were here he would save me. He would take me away from this awful place filled with disgusting people. Too bad you killed him, a nasty voice snarled in my mind and another choking sob racked my body as I begged my godfather to come back and save me. Exhausted I let unconsciousness take me and my head collapsed to the floor splashing in the puddle of my own blood.

Chapter Two: Rescue

Severus's Pov

I watched Tom pace back and forth in his room. He had summoned me here to tell me something and I waited patiently as he got his thoughts together. I always knew how to act around The Dark Lord. I had since I was little. When I had basically grown up with him as if I was his little brother and he was my older brother.

It was years before I had went to Hogwarts when he had saved me and I had become forever loyal to him.

His death eaters had come to kill my father. I didn't understand why then, but know that I am older I do. My father had murdered my mother like the abusive jackass he was and my mother had been a death eater. Her death was avenged as I watched from a little hideout under the coffee table. I watched as the man I hated with all of my heart died.

Then he came, Lord Voldemort. He found me under the coffee table and took one look at my abused state. Bruises over my body, my back covered in scratches and scars. He took me to his manor that night, something Dumbeldore never knew and never would.

He took care of me, trained me, and forever on then I was loyal to him and only him. Now I work as I spy to Dumbeldore, my most hated job, but it seems I am the only qualified to do the job.

"Tom, is there something you wanted to tell me?" I asked him softly as he paced. I was allowed to call him by his first name when we were not in front of his other followers. He didn't want them knowing that he favored others more highly.

"Yes Severus, I can't explain it but Potter and I have a connection ever since I used his blood to come back." He explained not looking up, still pacing madly.

I studied him for a minute. He looked like he had when he first found me, a twenty year old guy, with black hair and deep blue eyes. I had made a potion so he could have his own appearance back.

I nodded at him and waited for him to continue.

"And in the connection I can feel all of his really powerful emotions which by the way, is mostly anger!" He told me smirking. "But last night I woke up in the middle of the night and I felt, completely hopeless, in pain, ugh and violated. It was…weird." He told me searching for the right word.

"Do you think something happened to him?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, Potter doesn't just randomly feel this way all the time. I want to go check up on him, just to make sure Dumbeldore hasn't tried to kill him yet or anything." He told me, stopping his pacing to face me.

I nodded and he told me where to apparate to. As we walked around Little Whington, looking for Potter's home I wondered if Dumbeldore really had killed him. It was highly possibly as Dumbeldore has only been using Potter as a tool to defeat Voldemort all of these years.

In all of my talks with Dumbeldore I have find he is more and more paranoid about Potter's growing power. He has never mentioned killing him, but I know it has crossed his mind.

Soon we found Number Four Privet Drive in the maze of the similar looking houses and instead of knocking we barged right in. The door slammed against the wall and a fat man came running out of the living room. His face was red in anger as he lumbered out, looking like a pink whale.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY HOME!" He roared at us, spit flying out of his mouth.

"We are looking for Harry Potter." Tom said smoothly and the muggle seemed to get even redder in rage if that was possible. I watched as his fat eyes glanced at the stairs.

"HE ISN'T HERE! THE FREAK RAN AWAY!" He bellowed at us stumbling forth trying to punch us but missing as we slid smoothly out of his way. The smell of alcohol littered the air, the stench coming from his mouth as he yelled.

He lunged at us and Tom quickly killed him and with a shared look we headed upstairs to where the muggle had looked when we had mentioned Potter.

Tom and I tried the three doors and finally came together at the last one which was bolted shut by three locks. We opened the door to get the shock of our lives.

Harry Potter lay, sprawled out on his bed covered in dried blood and black and purple bruises. His shirt was slashed open, most likely from a belt I guessed. We raced over to him without a word and Tom lifted him gently as he could into his arms.

He was sleeping as I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest. Cuts and scars covered his back, arms, and wrists. Blood coated him along with bruises.

Anger surge through me and I watched as Tom's face morphed into pure utter rage. I have known for a while that Tom has felt a slight protection over the boy ever since they had been connected. Of course Potter had never seen it, his head being filled with Dumbeldore's lies.

Potter's eyes fluttered open momentarily and I saw the pained and broken look in those emerald orbs.

"Don't hurt me, please?" He mumbled most likely not recognizing us as his eyes slid closed in a second and he fell back asleep. I exchanged a look with Tom.

I knew instantly who did it and I wished Tom had not killed his Uncle so we could have tortured him until he begged for merciful death.

It was sad to say but Harry Potter looked like me when I was little and when Voldemort had found me, beaten and broken.

"What do we do with him?" I asked as I stared at the boy I hated all those years feeling guilty of how hard I had made his life when it was clear it was bad enough.

Voldemort answered me with determination in his voice and I knew what the answer would be before he spoke.

"Home," He muttered staring down at the broken child, limp in his arms.

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