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Chapter 3

Harry began "Uncle Vernon and Dudley did most of the physical punishments, though Aunt Petunia occasionally hit me with a pot or pan or burned my hands. Uncle Vernon would beat me with his belt or use a wooden rod and he would through me against the wall. When I fell to the ground, he would step on me all over, often breaking my bones. He gave me a concussion once. Dudley and his gang of "friends" would usually beat me up, holding me down and letting Dudley hit me. Course, Uncle Vernon whenever he saw me come home bruised and battered would congratulate Dudley for doing so well and advise him where to hit me."

Minerva was wiping her eyes off on her handkerchief while she asked "How come you show no sign of the abuse, Harry? Why didn't you tell me or your friends?"

"I learned how to use spells to cover all my wounds and my body, for some reason heals quickly. That's why I always look healthy."

"Harry, can you take off the spells so I can actually check on you?" Poppy requested.

Harry uttered a stream of nonsensical words and suddenly his appearance completely changed. He had black circles under his eyes, his pinky on the right hand seemed to be twisted at an awkward angle, there were burn marks on his arms, and his leg was abnormal-looking. McGonagall gasped and Poppy immediately grabbed a pain relieving potion, seeing that Harry was wincing.

"Here, drink this. I don't even know how you have survived for this long, all those burn marks and bruises and welts must hurt you badly."

"Actually, I can't feel it when I apply the spells."

Poppy's eyebrows rose. "Really? That is unheard of. What spells do you use?" She bustled around, grabbing a few materials. "Wait, you can tell me later. I will have to pull your knee out of its socket then let it fix itself. It'll hurt, but that's the only way to fix your leg."

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As Harry woke, he felt McGonagall's – no, his godmother's hand – brushing through his hair. She smiled at him as she saw he was awake.

"How are you feeling now, Harry?"

"Better, Professor."

"Good. There are a few things I have to ask you. Firstly, the Headmaster would like to talk to you sometime soon, when you are ready to do so. Is that all right with you?"

"Uhhhh… I guess later?"

"I will tell him. He sends his wish for you to get better soon. Professor Dumbledore is currently at the Dursley's, retrieving a couple items."

"What?" Harry inquired.

"Later. The second is that what spells did you use to apply spells on yourself that made you feel no pain and appear fine? We have never seen such a spell."

"Well, I don't actually know very well where I got them myself, Professor. I was in my cupboard after Uncle Vernon threw me in with a broken wrist and fingers. I was about five and I was wishing that someone would help me. Suddenly, I knew what to say and it helped me fix the pain, though it looked bad. I think the incantation was 'faccia soffrire è dissipato per io sono debole e non hanno aiuto' and later I added more to make me look normal, I think 'aiutilo a nascondere le mie lesioni' and it always works for me." Harry explained.

At that moment, the Headmaster walked in and inquired, "Harry, are you feeling better now. I am so sorry. I have just had a talk to the Dursleys, and –"

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A/N: Muhahahahaha! A cliff hanger … guess you just have to wait to find out. Please Review, it might even help me update sooner =P