When no response came from Harry, Madam Pomfrey moved away to where she had been sitting before. She took up her quill and continued to fill out the form in her hands, which read at the top in large, bold letters: Lawsuit for The Mistreatment and Abuse of a Wizarding Child by Muggles. Her thoughts were full of anger and sadness, so much that she didn't even notice the absence of the soft snore that had filled the room before. It wasn't until a sharp, loud snap drew her again that she looked up again.

Harry Potter was supposed to be the Boy-Who-Lived, the supposed savior of the Wizarding World is Albus Dumbledore was someone to go by. But that wasn't him! That boy was a celebrity who should be praised. No, he was a worthless nobody freak who deserved what was coming to him. The savior wouldn't be blind. He was.

You know that isn't true. Ask your friends. You are worth something, everything to them.

Voice was also blind. Voice lied. People lied. Sir and Ma'am were the ones who told him the truth. They told it to him like it was. They taught him that he deserved it like he did.

Worthless Nobody! Freaks like you don't deserve to live. They don't even deserve to see!

Harry let out a soundless whimper as that voice came back as well. Sir was right. The teachers of Hogwarts shouldn't have found him. He didn't deserve to be here.

Harry….you do deserve to be here. They are the ones who don't deserve to be here. It is their fault you are hurt. Their fault that your one eye is now blind.

That phrase reverberated around in his head.

Blind.

Blind.

Blind.

Eye is Blind.

Can't See.

Darkness.

Blind.

BLIND!

As it sunk in completely, Harry's accidental magic struck out due to his distress. It struck the nearest possible source of other magics it could find. The Stasis Spell surrounding Harry's body let out an audible snap as it released itself.

Harry jerked at the sudden freedom. Normally, he would have run but instead he curled up on his side and sobbed, even if no tears came out. It was too much. How could he still be a wizard if he was blind and his wand was gone?

Poppy quickly rose out of her seat and ran to her shaking patient. "Mr. Potter, stop that this instant! You are only going to reopen your wounds at this rate!" Her scolding had no effect; Harry had already sunk deep into the pit of despair. She jumped when a hand landed lightly on her shoulder. Poppy spun around and found her other patient standing behind her. "Severus Snape, you should not be out of bed either! You have exhausted not only yourself but your magical core as well!"

Severus sighed at her mother hen-ness. "Poppy, go sit back down and let me handle this." He softly said. When Poppy looked like she would protest, he lightly pushed her towards the chair and turned back to Harry Potter. Lily's boy. The boy he had let down. He should have been able to protect him, damn it all! Severus shook his head to clear it of such thoughts. Now was not the time. Now, now he had to focus all his attention of helping Harry.

Severus walked over and carefully moved the boy up a bit. His next action was to slide behind Harry and pull him onto his lap in a comforting embrace, whispering calming sentences to the boy. He was again shocked by how light and thin this boy was. Along with him being way too short for his 16 years, he weighed practically nothing. Severus felt the boy stop shaking and relax into the arms of sleep once again. But when he tried to move and place Harry on the bed, he would immediately start shaking again. Severus gave a very slight smile. Imagine, the child of James Potter clinging to him, Snivellus, for comfort. He gave a very light laugh before following Harry into the realm of sleep as he remembered what had happened afterwards…

Poppy had reluctantly gone back to her work. When the sound of light breathing followed by the soft snore once again filled the room, Poppy glanced up and smiled a bit. If only her camera had been nearby! Poppy carefully moved both boys into a position where it was less likely for either of them to wake up sore. She also put a blanket over both of them and a pillow behind Severus' head, since Harry had his own "pillow" before dimming the torches completely and going into her office to rest.

"Poppy, you need to report this."

Poppy glanced up from her place at the sink. She had been cleaning some of her tools. "Severus," she started, turning so she was completely facing him. "I talked to Albus while you were in the loo. He has asked me to hold off on sending a report to the Wizarding Child Services." She sadly said.

Severus' face had turned dark. "Damn that man. This is just a child but he treats him like a savior. Isn't he worth more than just being that pawn to kill the Dark Lord? Poppy, you need to send that report and I will be gathering the evidence that you need for it." He didn't wait for Poppy's response, instead turning and walking out of the room.

In his private quarters, Severus immediately found the book that he was looking for. His quick, potion stained fingers found the spell he had been looking for before slamming the book shut and stuffing it back onto the shelf. He then stalked to the floo, intent on reaching his goal while the moon was still high. His goal: The Dursley House.

Once there, Severus quickly cast a few charms that would make both himself and his magic unseen to everyone. Then he stood in front of the main door and cast his spell.

"Ostendo Praevius Tempus Temporis!" rung out through the dead night.

This was not a complicated spell but it was still classified as dangerous. It truly was a dangerous spell. It meant 'Show Me The Times Past'. The user was able to view the previous events in time that had happened in the area they had cast the spell. The danger was that this spell drained their magic away depending on how long they went back and how long they stayed and watched. It was a rarely done spell but the memories gained from it could not be altered by any means.

Severus carefully watched as the spell took effect and time began to spin backwards. He had to choose the right time to stop or he would be trapper for longer than he intended. He stopped on the day that Harry would be arriving home from Hogwarts.

He watched with horrified eyes as the older man, Vernon Dursley, openly abused his nephew with no regard for who was watching. As the days past, he followed the abuse as it got worse and worse. Finally, he arrived on a day that was just over a week from the beginning of July.

It started out like all the other days he had seen. Harry getting dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour to make breakfast for the fat pigs and none for himself. A few smacks and hits here and there added to the normal routine of the day. Harry was given a long list of chores and completed them perfectly, although that wouldn't have mattered to the Dursleys, who abused him no matter how well he completed the task. He went in a fixed dinner, which again, he wasn't allowed to eat. This is where it changed.

Petunia, still the same bitter girl Severus knew as a child, and her son, the second fat pig, left for the night. Vernon was smirking. He yelled for Harry to come downstairs and Harry obeyed, knowing that if he didn't obey he would be beaten to an inch before death. Vernon walked over to the boy, although Severus didn't know if you could call the man's walk a walk, it was more of a waddle, and smacked him to the ground. Harry didn't protest, like always. To Severus' horror, the piggish man pulled out two pair of cuffs and handcuffed Harry to the railing of the stairs. He then proceeded to snap the boy's belt off and yank his oversized pants and hand me down underwear down to his ankles. Severus didn't want to watch but he needed to so the memory could be presented as evidence. Vernon then took the boy's belt, once he was….finished…and beat him with it. Severus watched as they locked him away, took away his eye, and killed his familiar.

It was horrifying. Severus had never seen abuse this bad. He abruptly ended the spell, falling to his knees from both exhaustion and sickness. He quickly stood once the nausea had passed and made his way to the Infirmary, where he spelled the memories into sheets of paper to turn into the Wizarding Child Agency.

Severus jerked awake, unsure of where he was. But when he felt the breath of the small body he knew where he was and what he had to do.