Harry Potter Contritum (Ginny).
Update: (07-07-2019)
1-Editing work. (by ginnyweasley777)
!WARNING!
'The depiction of physical abuse and neglect is featured in this chapter, if you are uncomfortable with this, do not read.'
Chapter one
Ten years had passed since Harry Potter had been left at the doorstep of number four Privet Drive.
Outside nothing had changed, indeed even on the inside, it was only the photos on the walls that indicated time passing.
Pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball had been replaced by that of very fat Dudley, playing his first video game with his father…
There was no indication of another person living there.
But if you pay attention closely, you will find a small raven-haired boy with a sickly thin figure, his ribs clearly showing, only hidden away by an oversized looking grey shirt that had been previously used by his much larger cousin.
Right now young ten-year-old Harry James Potter sat in his cupboard waiting for the door to rattle when mistress Petunia passed by to let him out to start working on the long set of chores that he had every day.
In truth though as far as Harry knew, his name was either boy or freak, as he never heard any other names when called for by his owners.
Every so often, such as this time, it would be his uncle, who particularly enjoyed dragging out his slave from the cupboard, and throwing him into the kitchen to start making breakfast.
Though this time was a little different.
Harry's ears started to ring when the back of his head was slammed hard against the wall to the hall.
'Now, you listen here boy. Dudley's birthday is today, and I will not have you ruin it with your freakishness.
Harry obediently nodded.
Rule one, slaves are to be seen not heard.
As Harry made his way into the kitchen, black dots danced around his vision rather annoyingly.
He started breakfast for his masters and mistress, he started with set the toast, then cracking eggs to be fried alongside some bacon.
He then set the table for three, by now the annoying dancing dots had grown larger, and it was becoming much harder to stay steady on his feet.
When breakfast was done he set it on the plates, alongside cups of tea.
As the Dursleys sat down breakfast Harry was made to fetch the mail.
He dutifully did as he was told.
Rule two, all ways do as he was told regardless of any condition.
With the mail fetched he was made to work on mistress Petunia's flower garden.
This kept Harry very busy up till midday. When Harry was gagged and forced to sit with his hands and legs tied, Master Vernon started working on something inside the cupboard.
When Harry got a clear view of it, he saw chains attached to the back wall, that Harry soon found himself attached to as well.
His ankles and wrists locked in shackles.
This had been his punishment for passing out at midday, along with his normal twenty lashes whenever he did something wrong or freakish.
He was told that he would never be let out again, this time Harry found himself chained against the wall for four weeks with no food and no water.
Harry often wondered what it would be like to die, it certainly sounded like a more pleasant option.
By the last week, Harry's vision had been replaced with various shapes and colours that kept changing, they also kept Harry very entertained when he found himself staring at them, not that he had any other choice.
It got to a point where Harry wanted the colours to go away.
This continued for the next several days, as more of his senses went down, his sense of smell being next. He did not know that was his body and magic trying to protect him from the pungent odour that reeked in there, as several months worth of sweat, blood and other internal liquids accumulated.
Harry had no idea that at midnight on the eve of the 31st of July, that his life would change so completely…
The Dursleys had been getting letters addressed to Harry for the past week.
Though they were of very little consequence, as even if Harry could get one, which had already been made impossible.
Even if he had managed, Harry couldn't read, even before he was rendered blind.
The Dursley's had resorted to using the mail as fuel for the fireplace which they sat comfortably around. Unaware that they were about to have a couple of unexpected visitors.
They looked around startled, at the light Knock, knock, knock at their front door.
'Who on earth would be out at this time of night,' Vernon grumbled as he got up out of his chair.
Opening it he found two women.
The first looked young at her high twenties, the other looked much older. The older one had a pleasant expression.
'Good evening, Mr Dursley, I'm Minerva McGonagall, and this is Ms Dumbledore, we here retrieve Mr Potter so that he may attend Hogwarts.'
Vernon grew red-faced, 'You are both freaks then! Both Petunia and I agreed when we took the boy in that we would stamp it out of him… He won't be attending your freak school!'
Ariana's nose flared, 'What have you done to Harry.'
She pushed Vernon back strongly, forcing herself inside. Once there, her eyes found the heavily locked cupboard door.
She forced her way past Vernon… 'This is breaking and entering, I demanded that the two of you leave at once!' Vernon demanded.
Destroying the locks, Ariana watched in horror as the door creaked open, revealing a small boy, with raven black hair, and a body as thin as a twig.
'M… Minerva, H… He is barely alive,' she gasped under her breath.
Professor McGonagall looked alarmed. When her gaze fell on young Harry she held her hand in front of her mouth.
Taking a deep breath she cast a spell and Ariana caught the boy in her arms.
'Return to your home, I'll fetch Poppy when I have dealt with the situation here.'
Ariana nodded and vanished from inside the house with an audible pop just as her brother arrived as well.
'Minerva… What are you doing here?' the headmaster asked.
'My job, Albus,' the deputy replied forcefully… leading to an argument.
Meanwhile, in the small village of Ottery St Catchpole, Ariana re-appeared.
Stepping out of the shadows into the streetlights she made her way to a small bookshop with her house above. Once inside the house Ariana placed Harry gently down onto a bed in the guest bedroom, and started a number of standard household diagnostic spells, her untrained eyes already picking up on a number of scars, bruises, and broken bones
She only left the ten-year-olds side when the expected guests arrived.
Minerva, Poppy, and her brother, Albus.
She nodded to them and guided Poppy and her other two guests into the guest bedroom.
Albus was unable to stop his tears, 'How could old wounds fester so much?' he asked, 'I should have listened.'
Poppy started her work… After several minutes she took a long shaky breath.
'We can still save him, but his legs will have to be amputated because if the infection is allowed to spread it could become fatal. It's too widespread to doing anything with potions or magic to fight it,' she explained
'He is currently blind and has lost his sense of taste, fortunately, both can be recovered with virus oculi potion, and a custom potion,' she continued. 'But I'm sorry to say his eyesight will always be poor at best,' she finished before moving onto a list.
'He will also need Skele-Gro, to regrow a number of broken bones along his arms and chest area, blood replenishment potion, fish liver oil to recover vitamin C, aloe vera for the burns and cuts. He will also have to be on a very strict diet, for the next several years alongside the potions.
'There are also two magical signatures in him I can not identify, but one of them is very dark,' she finished.
Albus stood and withdrew his wand, 'If I may, I might be able to identify at least one of the signatures but I pray that I'm wrong.'
Poppy nodded.
With a flick, a blue and red light shone. Albus focused his attention on the red light. Abruptly, he stumbled back against the wall… gasping for air. 'Oh Tom, what have you done.'
'What is it, Albus?' Minerva asked, concerned.
Albus shook his head meeting the eyes of his sister.
'We have a long discussion ahead of us,' he replied, 'and I have much to research.'
Albus took another deep breath before continuing, 'As for the other signature, I do not know, it is currently recessive. It is neither beneficial or parasitic in its state it is now, but if the connection becomes active, it will be easier to tell who is connected to and what the nature of the bond is.'
While the discussion was ongoing, Poppy got to work. She removed Harry's legs, sealing the wounds with magic. Then the long-lasting potion work could get started. She started with the Skele-Gro, before starting on the blood replenishment potions.
It was not until morning that Poppy finished her work. 'It will be up to fate now,' she said before handing Ariana a subscription list. 'I have provided you with enough potions to last until he starts Hogwarts, please call me should anything happen,' she explained before returning to Hogwarts.
Albus and Minerva were about to follow when an owl flew through the window.
'Dear Professor McGonagall,
The Hogwarts letter for Ronald has just arrived, however, Ginny has also received one as well.
Has there been a mistake? Please explain
Molly Weasley
Minerva handed the letter to Albus, looking very confused.
The Headmaster raised his brows. 'Very peculiar, I suspect that Hogwarts Is acting on its own accord here…' Albus replied, before his spectacled blue eyes drifted to the now sleeping Harry.' I wonder, ' he muttered, he then looked to his sister. 'Please let me know, when Harry awakes, I can't help but think that young Ms Weasley just might be on the other end of the bond.'
Albus and Minerva then departed the household. Leaving Ariana alone with Harry who would drift in and out of consciousness.
Both Minerva and Poppy would return to check up on both Harry and Ariana.
She bought her food from the extra that the Weasleys produced, and life continued much as it had in the past before Harry finally woke up halfway through February.
The first thing he was aware of was that the world around was no longer full of colours and shapes but replaced with blurry haze. Next was that he was no longer in his dark cupboard under stairs but a room that looked much larger. There was a strong light concentrated in the large area in front of him, where a cool breeze blew in from. Looking around he heard what sounded like a door opening.
'Oh! You are awake,' a blob said that entered through it.
Harry did not know to react. He tried hugging his legs to himself for comfort but he found that they were not there.
Harry used his arms to back away from the blob, very sure that it would hurt him should he let it come any closer, soon though he hit the edge, and there was nowhere left to withdraw.
His heart raced as it got closer, he covered his face.
'Harry, I need you to calm down, I'm not going to hurt you,' the blob continued
Who is Harry? The Blob must be lying so he would let down his guard.
'Harry please, my name is Ariana, I promise no one is going to hurt you here. I need you to relax, you don't need to panic.'
The blob did not go any closer.
Harry let down his guard a little lowering his arms, but he still kept close to the wall.
The blob sat outside of its reach of him, he hoped, he never dealt with blobs before, so he didn't know what to expect.
He fell back to his default rule set.
Rule one: Slaves are to been seen not heard
Rule two: Always do as instructed regardless of all conditions.
Rule three: do not eat unless told to.
Rule four: never ask questions.
Rule five: he is a freak
Rule Six: freaks do not deserve anything but punishment.
A long time passed before the blob moved closer.
Harry readied himself for punishment, however, he was surprised when none ever came, nor any order for anything, Harry watched, waiting, expecting something.
'Until we get you a wheelchair, you will be stuck in bed for a while,' the blob explained in a soft and calm voice, 'The eye doctor will pay us a visit, and new glasses will be fitted for you,' she continued.
Harry found himself having many questions that he believed he wasn't allowed to ask.
'There a couple of others who also want to see you,' she finished.
Harry nodded, not truly understanding anything, though one question, in particular, came to dominate over the rest, who is Harry?
For the next several days, Ariana and Harry fell into a normal routine.
With Harry for the time being stuck in bed, Ariana would wake up early every morning to make breakfast, which she brought to Harry, who needed to wake up. After breakfast, Harry's bandages would be changed followed by lessons in speech.
Harry struggled with accepting his name and still did not answer to it immediately when he heard it.
It was on the third day that an optician arrived at their small home.
A middle-aged man with sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes.
'Good day, Ms Dumbledore,' he greeted kindly.
'Thank you for coming, Doctor Hemple,' Ariana replied with a small nod of her head, then led him into the household area above the store, and into to Harry's room where he sat quietly.
He looked towards the Doctor and Ariana.
'Hello Mr Potter, I am Doctor Matthew Hemple, I'm here to help you see better with your eyes.'
Harry looked thoughtful for a few minutes before he slowly nodded, very clearly showing uncertainty and discomfort.
The look saddened Ariana every time she saw it, it meant he had to remember his own name… Merlin's beard, pray there isn't another child that is going through this.
Doctor Hemple got to work, setting his suitcase on a desk, he removed some strange contraptions first, Ariana observed, which looked like a strange set of glasses with multiple lenses and whole bunch of gears. Next were several frames that were set aside.
Last was a large parchment, which he floated a little way in front of Harry unrolling the document with a quick flick on the optician's wand.
'Alright, first we need to Identity what is wrong with your eyes Mr Potter.' started Doctor Hemple his dark blue eyes soft and caring.
With a small arching motion of his wand, a small cloud mist appeared in front of him. It adjusted and moved at the doctor's command
'hmm… Interesting.' the doctor started, he bit his lower lip a little, his brows furrowing. ``I'm afraid Mr Potter, that your eyesight will always be poor at best, these glasses will at least let you see clearly, no potion or spell will ever be able to heal your eyes.'
The optician retrieved the strange glasses and placed them on Harry who jerked back some ways, not wanting to be hit. It was only when Ariana gave comfort that the spectacles were put on.
'Now Mr Potter, I want you to look at this parchment and let me know when you are able to see clearly.
With the first lens dropped in front of him, there was no difference. Slowly, after the first four, Harry's vision started clear. It's wasn't until the twelfth set of lenses that Harry could see the painting clearly., and he nodded silently.
It was then that there was knocking at the door. 'Merlin, what is it now…'