A/N: This chapter contains mentions of rape. I will put warnings before the paragraph/s that contains such scenes ao you can skip them.

Snape and Madam Pomphrey came back into the room, looking nervously at her and Harry. Madam Pomphrey spoke in an uncharacteristicly anxious voice "Hailey, Professor Snape and I wish to speak with you. Alone" Hailey really didn't want to talk about this, but she didn't have much of a choice. She silently followed into the office, attempting to regain her composure. "Please make yourself comfortable, this is not an easy subject to talk about but we need this information to help you"

"I understand. I'll be fine"

"I'm just going to ask you some questions, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, don't be afraid to mention it"

"Okay." She replied with a sigh.

"Did your uncle ever do anything other than beat you and yell at you?" The mediwitch seemed back to her calm, professional self, which made her feel better. She didn't want pity.

"Yes, he did" she replied coldly

"What did he do?" at the question, she felt an oncoming panic attack, all the memories came flooding back to her.

She tried to keep her answer as telling as possible without being too descriptive "He used me to..." she shuddered and took a deep breath, then tried again "He used me to fulfil... certain intimate desires of his"

"How long has he been doing this" Professor Snape asked, as Madam Pomphrey looked too bewildered to say anything.

"since I was about seven" she answered, keeping her voice at barely a whisper. There. She said it. They knew. It was as if her world was crumbling beneath her. She had never told anyone this, she never thought she would.

After a long moment of silence, Snape spoke "would you feel comfortable elaborating"

"could I show you and Madam Pomphrey a few of the memories instead? I think it would be easier" she didn't want them to see, but they had to anyway. That, and she wasn't sure if she could bring herself to talk about it.

Madam Pomphrey had collected herself "If you would like to, Professor Snape and I could view the memories. We will only view the memories you put forward and feel free to push us out any time you need to"

Snape's P.O.V

They had just agreed to view Haileys memories. He was scared of what he might find, but proceeded to enter her mind anyway, as it was most likely the only way to get the necessary information.

WARNING: this next paragraph contains scenes of rape and other forms of extreme abuse. If you do not wish to read this, skip to the next paragraph.

Petunia had left the house with Dudley to go to the movies, leaving a seven year old Hailey and six year old Harry alone with Vernon. He smiled at her, a smile that made chills run down his spine. "Come here girl. All these years you have proven how much of a useless freak you are" Hailey seemed unphased by the insults, so he assumed they were a regular occurance "now i'm finally going to make use of you" His voice was sickeningly quiet, he noticed Harry approaching slowly, probably curious as to what events were to take place. "Today i'm going to teach you how to pleasure a man" Harry didn't know what this meant, he was oblivious to the horrors that were about to occur. Hailey spoke as the whale of a man started dragging her up the stairs to his bedroom

"Harry, go to the park, and don't come back until the afternoon" Harry obliged, sneaking out the front door. She stripped as her uncle ordered her to, Severus felt perverted even watching this happen. Vernon then forced himself on her, over and over. Hailey had a disturbed look on her face, but stayed silent and didn't shed a tear. After that despicable muggle was pleased, he sent her off. Then she rushed off to the bathroom and vomited in the sink, traumatised at what happened to her. She turned on the shower and Severus saw her rip and scratch until her skin was raw, trying to wash away the feeling of dirtiness. But as he knew from experience, the lingering feeling cannot be washed away. He had tried the same thing when he was young, but it didn't work. She heard Harry come home, then swiftly exited the bathroom to greet him.

"What happened Hailey?" the worry was clear in his voice. He could feel the fear radiating off her, then she answered

"Nothing. I'm fine. Don't worry about me" Her voice was clear and he applauded her for her ability to conrol herself. The memory faded and him and Poppy were in another one. Unlike in the pensieve, he and Poppy could not see each other, so he dreaded the sight of her reaction when it was over. Hailey seemed a little older now and, thankfully had only been forced to take off her shirt, but his feeling of releif was drowned as he saw her tied up against the four poster bed as Vernon carved the word 'freak' into her back. The pain was etched on her face, but she didn't dare utter a word. The next memory was when they were even younger, perhaps four and five. It was mother's day and Harry had picked a flower for Petunia, in hopes that it would make her less resentful towards him, but alas, it had the exact opposite effect, and she just screamed at him

"I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER AND NEVER WILL BE! Your mother is dead and rightly so, but unfortunately, you survived" then Vernon came into the room and undid the belt. He was about to strike the cowering form under him, when Hailey jumped in front of him

"NO! Its my fault. Hit me instead" he struck her in the face with the buckle and she was bleeding profusely, but she continued to shield Harry. Severus wondered how a child as young as five posessed the bravery to do something like that. The memory faded into another. Hailey had just awoken from a nightmare, but quickly steadied herself. Harry was obviously in the midst of a nightmare too, so she woke him. He started crying.

"Harry, don't be scared. It's going to be okay. I will never let him hurt you" The way she spoke seemed quite mature, but he could not tell how old they were due to the dark cupboard.

"Hailey, I don't like the dark. Can you do that thing to make a light?" He was clearly talking about a wandless lumos, so he concluded they must be of Hogwarts age. But to his utter disbelief, he saw that they were not even of primary school age.

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They exited her mind. Now he knew everything. He could not help but feel partly at fault for this. He was her Head of House, it was his job to find this out. But he was idiotically clouded by his hate for her father. The girl who sat before him had a look of maturity in her eyes that no child should have. She was trembling, but had a cold expression on her face. It was the look he posessed at Death Eater meetings. He never thought anyone could repress their emotions that well for that long. He had even seen her the past year be put under the cruciatus curse by Bellatrix and Lucius, and even then she managed to keep herself together. When she did that Severus thought it was her arrogance that helped her, but now he knew the truth, he knew why she was put in Slytherin. Poppy had burst into tears again, trying to hide her face in her hands. He spoke once he had the courage "Im so, so, sorry child" His voice was at a whisper, not trusting it at full volume. "Merlin, why did you never tell anyone? Why did you even hide it from Harry?"

"Because I didn't want to taint his innocence. His nightmares were already bad enough, I didn't want him to be scared of it happening to him" He shuddered at how calm she was. Even as an adult he occasionally struggled to keep a straight face, and now, if he didn't know better, he would say she was unaffected. But he knew how untrue that was. She had been through hell and back, and still had not broken.

"How do you do it?" He knew the question was uncalled for, but he had to make sure she wasn't using some sort of substance to deal with the pain.

"Easy. I just repress the emotion, recognise that it happened and I can't change it, then detatch myself from the memories" She said it almost robotically, and he knew that it was something she repeated in her head. "and besides, I told Dumbledore that I didnt like them, and practically begged him to let me stay over the summer, but he made me go back no questions asked" He was furious at that man. He didn't even question why she begged to stay away from her relatives? He was going to have a little chat with the Headmaster. Then Poppy spoke "I'm sorry this happened. We will help you through this" her voice was still uneven, and she pulled the girl into an embrace. He was going to hex those muggles into oblivion for torturing the children like that, and maybe the Headmaster too for out right ignoring their pleas for help.

A/N: This chapter was also quite dark, but the rest of the chapters will be Harry and Hailey's journey through healing and overcoming it all. I would love to know what you guys think so far, and the next chapter should be up by Friday. Feel free to give negative feedback, as it helps me improve my writing. Enjoy!