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Coming back to consciousness after being hit with a spell like he had been was not a pleasant experience. So much could Harry conclude when he woke. Keeping his eyes closed, so that he would not alert his captors, Harry tried to figure out what his situation was.

He had a pondering headache, undoubtedly from when he had been smashed into the wall. Moving slightly Harry could not help but wince as pain shot through the muscles in his back. He held no doubt that he was one big bruise there and was thankful that he was lying on his side.

Wherever he was, it was cold, it seemed like these people had never heard about a cleaning charm. Stones dig into his side and Harry winced. His best guess would be that he was in a basement or a dungeon. With the people who had captured him he found it very unlikely that he would be let out anytime soon.

Wanting to know where he was Harry opened his eyes and blinked several times to let his eyes get used to the bad lighting. He lay at a stone floor, facing a wall made of the same kind of stone from what he could feel. Harry took a deep breath, only to regret it when his ribs started hurting worse than they already did.

Needing to know where he was, Harry put his hands under him and used them to push himself up. His arms shook under his weight, but Harry managed to get himself up in a sitting position. Knowing better than to lean back against the wall behind him, Harry sat straight while his eyes slowly took in the room he was in.

Now where his eyes had gotten used to the dark he was able to see more of the room he was in. It was a small room and it was only because of Harry's lithe build body that he had been able to lay down without curling up. He had never thought he would find a reason to be glad that he was smaller than most people.

There was no window in the cell and the only light he got was the one which came from under the door. He could see shadows move but was unable to hear anything. Harry guessed that silencing wards had been placed on the door so he would not be able to hear what was going on, on the other side of the door.

Shifting a little Harry wondered what had happened to Remus. Obviously the werewolf was not in the cell with him. And it was pretty much impossible for anyone to hide in the small cell. It meant that he would have to find Remus before he would be able to leave.

Harry was not sure how long he had been waiting in the darkness before the door finally opened. He had both been dreading and waiting for this to happen. He had been drifting off several times, only to jerk awake when his back came in contact with the wall behind him.

Tears stung his eyes and Harry shielded his eyes from the light. "Mr. Potter, it is good to see that you are awake. I was starting to fear, that you would not awake before the dark lord arrived." Harry removed his arm and smiled at the sight of blonde hair until he remembered that he was not in the past. The sarcastically tone told him that much. "Hello, Lucius, I would offer you a seat but there is none and I honestly doubt that you will join me here on the floor."

He grinned tired up at Lucius. The man looked a lot like he had imagined what Abraxas would when he had been a grown up. There was next to no resemblance to Mortimus. Lucius' foot nudged his leg, as if the man wanted as little as possible to do with him. "Mr. Potter, you will do best to call me by my title. Until the dark lord arrives you are in my power. And I can assure you, that it will not be pleasant, should you annoy me enough."

Despite the stab of fear Harry looked the man straight into the eyes. "I have known far too many Malfoys through my life, Lucius. To stop myself from going crazy I will call you by your first name. You are free to call me Harry, if you want to." Lucius frowned. "The only Malfoys alive are my son, Narcissa and me."

Harry closed his eyes for a short moment. So Abraxas and Mortimus were really dead. He had already guessed that since there was no other way that Lucius would have been lord Malfoy if one of those had been alive. But still, it hurt to hear the words. And since Lucius did not know about his little time travel, the man had no reason to lie to him.

"Whatever makes your day, Lucius." By now Harry had thought he would be cursed, but Lucius just looked down at him with an unreadable look in his eyes. Harry shifted a little, wincing when his sore back came in contact with the wall behind him.

"You are hurt." Harry blinked in surprise at Lucius' words. If not because he knew better he would actually say that the blonde sounded worried. "Do not worry, I have had worse."

"Of course, I forgot. After all, you are the boy who lived." Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, but last time I checked the Wizarding world had given me a name longer than that."

A pale hand grabbed his chin and Harry was forced to look up at Lucius. "Tell me, Potter. How come Dumbledore declared you a traitor when you and I both know that you are not one of the dark lord's followers?" Harry shrugged but leaned closer the best he could for Lucius' hand, as if he was about to share a big secret with the Malfoy lord. "My guess is that it is because of those damned lemon drops he is always eating, it cannot possible be healthy to eat the amount which he does. It has probably made him crazy."

Harry wrenched his chin free and smirked up at Lucius. "But, who am I to tell how the old goat's brain is working? I would get a headache worse than the one I already have if I should try and find a reason for everything he does." There was no way he was going to tell Lucius what he knew. Dumbledore had hated him ever since he had refused to send Tom back to the orphanage. It had only gotten worse when Grindelwald had set his eyes on him.

"Now where I have answered your question, do you mind telling me what happened to Remus?" Though he tried to, Harry could not keep the hope and worry out of his voice. The last time he had seen Remus the werewolf had been caught under rubbles. He wanted to know how damaged he was. Besides, it would be easier for him to free Remus if he knew where Remus was.

The sneer was back at Lucius' face and for a moment Harry feared that the man would not answer his question. He gathered his magic, ready to use it should it be necessary. Hopefully no spell had been placed on him to stop him from using wandless magic.

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Lucius looked down at the hopeful face, unable to keep the sneer away from his face. The Potter boy was at the same age as Draco, only a few months younger than his own son. Lucius could easily see his son in Potter's place, something he would rather not think too much about. As a parent he did not want this for any child, but he would not put his own family at a risk by crossing the dark lord.

Such a thing never leaded to anything good.

His hand caressed his cane, in which he hid his wand, while he thought about what to do. Though the boy had been rude, he had answered his question. Perhaps it was fear that made him act like this, and the fact that he was just a Gryffindor. Lucius knew very well from his own time as a student at Hogwarts that the Gryffindors never thought before they acted and they always put up a brave front. It was one of the things which had made it so funny to annoy them as much as possible.

Looking closer Lucius realised that the Potter boy looked sick and in pain. In the weak light he seemed paler than was healthy and sweat ran down his brow. He held his body stiff and breathed shallow, as if it hurt when he took a deep breath.

Lucius stared silently down at the boy, who Severus had sworn to protect. To this day he did still not understand what Severus had seen in Potter's mother. Though muggles could be fascinating they were under them and therefore not worthy their attention. And the same thing could be said about muggleborns.

The only good thing which had came out of Lily and James Potter's marriage was that Severus had sought out Narcissa and him to help him heal his heart. In a way he supposed he should be thankful to the two Potters. If they had not found each other he would probably never had gotten Severus into his and his wife's bed.

Potter moved a little and Lucius focused his attention back on the boy who sat at his feet. The boy had changed a great deal since the last time he had seen him. No one was supposed to change that much unless magic and potions were involved. The hair could have been done with a lengthening charm and an eye correcting potion could easily have gotten rid of those horrid glasses he had been wearing.

But it did not explain why Potter looked so much like the man whom the dark lord had sent people out to look for. An Evan James.

Lucius frowned, knowing that he was about to have a breakthrough if only he could manage to make the ends meet. He knew that he was missing something, but perhaps it would show up later.

Realising that he had yet to answer the boy Lucius looked down and met his gaze without blinking. "Mr. Lupin is in the care of Greyback, who has shown a great interest in getting his mate back to where he belongs." There, now it could not be said that he was not telling anything. And should anyone look into his memories they would merely think that he was taunting the boy.

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Harry paled at Lucius' words and a shiver ran down his back. It was too easy to imagine what kind of torture Remus would be submitting while being in Greyback's so-called care. And to make things worse, Remus had already been hurt. At least Harry knew that he would not have to worry about Remus when he fled. Greyback would have taken Remus with him to the pack. And though he hated the knowledge that he would be unable to do anything, not even he was stupid enough to run into a werewolf pack. It would be a suicide mission.

Hopefully Remus would be able to forgive him for not coming and save him.

"Wait, what do mean with mate?"

"Honestly Potter, I believe that Severus assigned you that assignment back in your third year. You were supposed to read about werewolves, if you had done so you would have known that Greyback will not harm Mr. Lupin since Mr. Lupin is his mate." Harry leaned back in relief, only to tense and jerk away when his back once again came in contact with the wall behind him.

"Potter, what is wrong with you?" If not because he knew better he would say that Lucius actually sounded worried about him. "As I said before, it is nothing to worry about. I was just roughed up a little before Voldemort's lapdogs managed to capture and knock me out." Again he saw the look in Lucius' eyes which he did not understand.

"Let me get this right, Remus is with Greyback, who claims to be his mate? And I am…wherever I am, waiting for Voldemort to arrive."

"And, once again, Potter, you are wrong." The low voice sent unpleasant shivers down his spine. Harry remembered another voice, warm and gentle, which had also been able to make him shiver, though it has been for an entirely other reason.

Harry watched as Lucius bowed to the dark lord, not kneeling in the dirt and kissing the hem of his robes as the Malfoy lord had done at Voldemort's return at the graveyard. "My lord, I did not expect you to arrive this soon or else I would have been in the entrance hall, ready to welcome you."

"Do not worry about it, your wife was there to inform me that you were down here, entertaining your other guest." The door to the cell was closed but the light was the same. Harry guessed it was Voldemort's work.

Pain flared through his scar and Harry could not help but flinch, still he looked at Voldemort without meeting his gaze. "Voldemort? Long time, no see, I guess." His tone was not as casual as his words. But he started to get worried when Voldemort did not respond, instead the dark lord stood very still and watched him through narrowed eyes. It was similar to the way Tom would stare at him, when his lover had wanted answers which he had not been willing to give. "Perhaps you have forgotten how this usually goes. The next thing you are supposed to do is to curse me or come with a threat or something like that. You are not loosing your touch, are you?"

Lucius' gasp was the only reaction to his words and Harry decided to push a little more and see what happened. "Let me guess, you have finally realised, that you will never be able to win against me, I have to say, Voldemort, I am proud of you. You have grown."

Truth to be told Harry was having fun by prodding the dark lord. He knew his punishment would soon follow and it would probably be worse than it already was. But he found it better to distract Voldemort; there was a less chance of the man using Legilimens on him.

Harry sighed. "This would have been much more fun if you started talking as well. It is much like insulting a wall, and believe me, I have tried it enough times to know what I am talking about." After all, he had had to talk to something when Hubert had been avoiding him and Ares had been out with a letter to Tom.

"Potter." Harry blinked in surprise. "It is a miracle, it actually speaks!" It was a wonder that he had not been cursed yet, but he guessed it was only a matter of time. Voldemort probably had something he wanted to know before he started the torture. And if he did not give the dark lord the answers he wanted the torture would probably start even sooner.

"How come you are still alive?" Harry tilted his head to the side without letting the two dark wizards out of his sight. "To be honest I have no idea. Next time you try to kill me, please try and use something else than the killing curse. I am getting tired of that one. Does the Wizarding world not have any imagination? I mean, muggles have thousand of ways to kill a person, while our kind mostly uses the Unforgiveables."

Harry snapped his mouth shut when a wand was pressed against his neck. "You will do well in showing respect for our master, Potter." He shot a glared at Lucius, who was the one with the wand pressed into his skin. "Voldemort may be your lord, Lucius, but he is not mine. I bow to no one."

"Tell me Potter. How come you, time after time, manage to cheat death?" Harry shifted a little and looked away from Voldemort and Lucius. "To be honest, I have no idea. I guess fate just hates me too much to just let me die. I mean, how many people get hit by the Avada Kedavra curse three times and still do not die? I think I am the most unlucky person ever."

Harry yelped in pain when a hand grabbed him around his neck and slammed him into the wall behind him. Not only did the impact with the wall hurt, but pain flared through his scar because of the closeness. "Tell me, boy, who else than I has tried to kill you and how did you survive without consequences? Your mother is no longer around to protect you, how come you are not dead?" Harry continued looking away so Voldemort would not get a chance to read his thoughts. "Do not talk about my mother like that. She protected me with her life and she was a wonderful woman!" Harry hissed at Voldemort, angry about the way he had talked about his mother, as if she was a no one. "I have no idea about how I survived and I will not even try to figure it out. No consequences? You have no bloody idea if there were any consequences, if you knew what happened the last two times that curse has been sent at me; you would not dare to use it again."

He closed his mouth, determined not to say a word more to the man who had killed his parents. This was not his Tom. Tom was dead and Voldemort had taken his place instead. His lover was truly gone.

Finally Voldemort let go of him and Harry could breathe freely again. He took several deep breaths, desperate trying to fill his lungs with enough air. "You have changed, Potter." Harry leaned away from the dark lord, not caring that he was pressing his sore back against the wall. "I have no idea of what you are talking about." Voldemort hummed, but did not look away from him. "You remind me of one I once knew. Unfortunately, it is not enough to make me willing to spare your life."

Harry rolled his eyes. If not because he knew better, he would have thought that Voldemort was talking about Evan James. But from Remus he had learned that it was believed that he had been killed when Grindelwald had attacked Hogsmeade. Dumbledore was supposed to have seen him die by Grindelwald's wand just before the headmaster had killed the man.

It was typical for Dumbledore to take the honour for someone else's work. How he ever could have believed that man, Harry did not know. He knew for sure that he never would make that mistake again. His lungs began to ache and Harry's eyes widened. Though Voldemort was not Tom he had no intention about letting anyone witness this. Not when he had managed to hide it, even from professor Lupin.

Harry stared as Voldemort took forth his wand. Why the dark lord wanted to use it, Harry did not understand. After all he himself had made sure that Tom knew how to do wandless magic. But he had never thought that it would be used against him.

Voldemort lifted his hand, ready to cast the curse which would end Harry's life, when he seemingly froze, his eyes focused at Harry's chest. Wondering what it was Harry looked down, while trying to hold back the need to cough, and his eyes widened.

His necklace was hanging out in free view and Harry felt the blood drain from his face. "Where did you get that necklace from, Potter?" Harry flinched away from Voldemort, looking anywhere else than at the pair who was watching him. Lucius with confusion, and Voldemort with anger and, did he dare to say it? Hope.

"I-I bought it some years ago in a little shop in the muggle part of London, just before Christmas." Harry doubled over coughing, already feeling the blood work its way up his throat while his lungs cramped. Not caring about his two watchers Harry curled into a ball and wrapped his arms around his stomach. It felt like someone was stabbing knives into his lungs and then twisting the knives.

He twisted and fell to the floor, not caring about the pain from his back when the one in his lungs was much worse. He felt blood running down his chin.

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Voldemort watched wordlessly, when Potter suddenly doubled over and started coughing. His eyes widened when the boy fell and at the same time removed the hand from his mouth. The palm of the hand was covered with blood and more of it was running down his chin.

He had a strong feeling of having seen this once before, though he could not remember when and where.

He saw Evan's face before his inner eye and groaned. It was true that the Potter boy did look like his past lover had done, but it did not mean anything. Evan would be far older by now, unless his lover had managed to find a way to keep his youthful look.

But it did still not explain how Potter had ended up with the necklace. Voldemort knew from his research that only two examples exist. And he had one of them, while the other was supposed to be with his Evan. Either Evan had given it away or someone had stolen the jewellery from his lover and then sold it to Potter. Voldemort hoped it was the later, though he was not really sure. He had a feeling, that if Evan had wanted to hide, he would go all the way to make sure that there was no way to connect him to his past. Even by parting with the necklace.

It seemed like Potter's fit was finally over, the boy lay gasping for air, like a fish on land, and slowly uncurled himself. Voldemort resisted the urge to massage his temples to get rid of his headache. Something was disturbing him and until he knew what it was, he knew the pain in his head would not go away.

Despite looking like he was still in pain Potter slowly got up in a sitting position, wheezing for air. He clutched his side and grimaced, as if he was in pain. Truth to be told the boy looked horrible. He was too pale, as if he had not been out under the sun for a long time. His body was shaking and it seemed like even the shallowest breath was paining him.

Potter opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to form the words before he finally succeed in doing so. "Lucius, I have a question. Is this the Malfoy manor?"

"As a matter of fact; yes it is. Greyback brought you here so we were sure that you would not be able to run away before the dark lord had arrived."

To Voldemort's surprise Potter started chuckling. The boy even had the nerve to smile when he lifted his head and looked him directly into his eyes. Voldemort found himself staring into startling green eyes. Much like the eyes of Evan. "You know, you should never try and keep the one who made the wards captured behind them. We always make sure that there is a way for us to get away."

Potter's body jerked and then his was gone. Voldemort starred at where the boy had been before he snapped his mouth shut. "Lucius, who was the last one who updated the wards around this place?" There was a small chance that Potter had managed to cheat the Malfoy lord and be the one who updated the wards, but Voldemort found it very unlikely. Where should the brat have gotten the knowledge to do so from?

"The last time was when my grandfather was the Malfoy lord. I believe the warder's name was Evan James, the same man as you have ordered us to look for."

Had Voldemort been anyone else he would probably have fainted. But dark lords did not faint. He knew that there was no way to update the wards around the manor without the head of the family knowing about it. Therefore there was no chance that the brat would be able to do so.

That left him with one option.

Evan James and Harry Potter was one and same person.

Voldemort suddenly felt weak in his knees and without a word he turned around and left the cell. He had to think this through before he did something stupid which he would later regret.

If Evan and Potter was the same person, he was not sure what he should do. All signs seemed to say that it was true. His lover and his fated nemesis were one person. If not because of the seriousness he would probably be laughing right now. The situation was as taken out of one of those paperbacks muggle women read. He knew because the matron at the orphanage had read those.

Evan had had the same sickness, he remembered seeing it before. But before he had had the chance to help his Evan, his lover had oblivated him. Voldemort smirked despite the situation. Evan would learn that no one tried to cheat him without paying the consequences. What those consequences would be, he had yet to decide.

"Find the boy and bring him to me, make sure that everyone knows that they are not allowed to harm him. He is mine."

"Yes my lord, I will inform the others so they will be able to help me with searching for him. Do not worry; I will make sure that he is brought back."

Voldemort apparated, not waiting to hear the rest of Lucius' talk. He had other and more important things to think about.

He ended up in his home, being the only one able to apparate in and out of the place. All the others would have to apparate outside the wards and only those he allowed could come through them. It was a necessity to make sure that he would not be attacked by the Order of the Phoenix while he was in his own home.

"Master, what happened? I thought you went to kill the Potter boy, but you seem to be confused." Voldemort stepped over the snake and let himself sink down in one of the armchairs. "I think I saw Evan toady."

"How? Where is he? Do not hide him from me; I can smell him on you." Voldemort froze and slowly turned in the chair so he looked directly at the snake. "You can smell him on me? Are you sure?"

If it had been possible Nagini would probably have snorted. "Of course I am sure, stupid master. I have spent enough time with stupid master's mate to know when I smell him."

Voldemort stared at the snake for a long time before he sighed and nodded. "I guess you are right then, Nagini."

"Of curse I am, master, I am always right." Before he could come up with an answer Nagini had already left the room. Voldemort stared at the door which Nagini had disappeared though. "I should have known that they really were the same person. The resemblance between the two of them was too big for there to be any other explanation for this. I guess love really makes one blind, and the same thing can be said about hate."

Voldemort stared into the flames in his fireplace. "Next time we meet, the two of us are going to have a long talk, Mr. James, or is it Potter? You will not be allowed to get away, and I will get the answers I want."

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Severus Snape wandered through the wards of Malfoy manor and breathed freely. He had just obtained the last ingredients he would need for the dark lord's potion. Since he had been allowed to order the other death eaters around, getting the things he needed had gone faster and easier than it normally would have, if he had been alone.

Why he would have to gather the ingredients from Malfoy manor instead of getting them sent to his home, he did not understand. But something told him that the Malfoy couple had something to do with it. They probably worried that he would overwork himself to get the potion finished. He was sure it had something to do with the letters Draco had sent home. He would have to have a talk with his godson about being a telltale.

A noise to his left made him spin around, wand already ready for use in his hand. There was no further noise, but he decided to investigate nonetheless. He left the path he had been following and walked through the rosebushes, hoping that this was worth his time.

A bunch of robes lay on the bush and when they moved Severus realised that there was a person wearing the robes. He moved closer, had his wand ready, and looked down at the person.

Harry bloody Potter grimaced when he saw him. "Thought I would have gone farther. Guess I cannot be that lucky." Potter's eyes rolled back and he went limp.

Severus stared down at the boy while he wondered about what to do. He could not just leave the boy where he was. Actually, he could but he doubted that Lily would ever forgive him if he left her boy where anyone could find him.

Taking him to Dumbledore or Voldemort was also out of question. Both were set on killing the boy which he could not allow since he had already spent so many years on keeping him safe, or at least trying to do so.

Glaring Severus went down and scooped the boy up in his arms, holding him much like he would do to a child. "Breathe a word to anyone and I will make your life a living hell." The only answer he got was a low mumble as Potter snuggled closer to him. Severus rolled his eyes. "It is the eyes, he has the same eyes as Lily. It is the only reason to why I am doing this. Do not believe it is because I have suddenly gone soft."

With a glance around to make sure that no one had seen them Severus apparated away. He held no doubt that Potter's disappearance would soon be noticed, if it had not already been. It only gave him more reason to get back home.

Severus apparated directly into his living room. "Flubby, come here." With a pop his old houseelf arrived. "Master Potion Master Snape, called, what can Flubby do for Master Potion Master Snape?" Severus rolled his eyes at the houseelf's words. Despite his many attempts the houseelf refused to call him by his name. "Prepare one of the guestrooms on the second floor, the closest one to my own room. Before you do that you will bring me potions from my stock so I can heal the brat."

Flubby disappeared with yet another pop and Severus strode over to the sofa which he placed the boy on before he took a step back to better look at the boy. To his shock Potter moaned in pain and Severus levitated him, so Potter was hovering a few inches over his sofa.

Lily's son had changed a great deal since Severus had last seen him, the day at Hogwarts where he had given the boy a detention for running into him in the corridor. He actually looked more like Lily now, which should not have been possible. Now where the brat had grown his hair long it did not look as uncontrollable as it had done before. It actually reminded him of Lily's long, red hair when they had both been children.

It also helped that the boy no longer wore his glasses. They had been too much like his father's. But Severus guessed he would have to get the boy a new pair, after all he knew that the brat was blind as a bat without his glasses.

Severus chuckled silently over his little joke. The bat of the dungeons compared the golden boy to a bat. What an irony.

Getting serious Severus directed his attention to his patient. As a potion master he had to learn the basis healer knowledge before he started his education. True, he was no where as good as madam Pomfrey, but he was better than nothing. And it was not like the boy was in any shape to protest against it.

With a wave of his wand Severus banished the boy's robes and it was only years long training which stopped him from showing any kind of reaction to what he saw. He left the boy's undergarments on; deciding to save the both of them from the embarrassing situation it would be should the boy wake up. Besides, he knew that Voldemort did not do rape. Killing and torture were okay, but no one raped anyone without being punished afterwards. Of course they could not go around and tell the whole world that they did not rape people, since they were supposed to be the so-called bad guys. But it did not make them less mad when they were blamed for such a crime.

Bruises covered the boy's chest and back. It looked like he had taken a good beating before he had managed to get away. How he had done so, Severus would have to ask him once the boy woke. Lucius should not have such a flaw in his wards. From what Severus knew the wards had been made by a well known ward master, called Evan James. Though the two of them worked with two entirely different things, he still admired the other man's work. If only his students would do such a thorough work.

Severus shook his head, turning his attention back to the boy in front of him. He would heal him and then find out what to do with him. It would not do for the dark lord or anyone else to find out that he housed the boy who lived. The consequences would be severe.

Luckily it was very doubtful that anyone would disturb him. Dumbledore had given him some time off from school since he had informed him that the dark lord had ordered him to make a potion for him. Of course Dumbledore had ordered him to make sure that he would do something to make the potion a failure. Severus had only nodded without really agreeing to anything. He was not crazy enough to actually do such a thing to one of his lord's potions.

Voldemort had promised him that no one would disturb him until the potion was finished. It meant he had less than three weeks on his own. It should be enough time to find out what he should do with Potter.

Sighing he raised out and took one of the vials Flubby had placed on the table in front of the sofa. The potion inside was pale purple and thick. It would make sure that the boy would stay asleep while Severus examined him. Far gentler than he normally would Severus got Potter's jaw open and poured the potion down his throat, while he massaged gently until Potter swallowed the potion.

When he was sure that the potion had been swallowed, Severus took his wand and cast a diagnostic spell he had seen Madam Pomfrey use countless of times. Many of these times had been in his school years, when he and the Marauders had had another run in. Luckily he had not been the only one who had ended at the hospital wing. A parchment appeared with a quill and it started writing. As soon as it was finished Severus took the parchment and started reading.

"A broken rib, bruises on both his back and chest and… what is that?" Severus frowned and turned his eyes towards the boy who was sleeping peacefully in the air. "You, Mister Potter, have a lot of things to answer when you awake. But before that happens I guess I better take care of the things I can fix." Luckily there had not been cast any Cruciatus curse.

A few hours later Severus was finally able to put his wand away, having finished healing the boy. At least he had done what he could, the bruises were gone and the rib was mending. Potter would have to be careful the next couple of days since he did not have any potion at hand to heal the bone fully. Perhaps it would be enough to keep the boy in bed, though he honestly doubted that.

There was still the problem with Potter's lungs. He would have to ask Potter about it when the boy woke. But until then he would make sure he got his rest. He was sure that Potter would be quite a handful to deal with once he awoke. Hopefully it would not be before sometime tomorrow, for Severus needed his sleep.

He spelled nightclothes on the boy, not wanting him to think too much about that his old professor had seen him nearly naked. Of course the pyjama was in Slytherin green with silver coloured buttons. If Potter was staying in his house he would be dressed as Severus wanted him to be.

With a sigh Severus scooped the boy up into his arms and walked upstairs. "You are far too light for a boy at your age. Do you not eat, Potter?" Of course the boy did not answer him, but it did not stop Severus from continuing. "When you awake tomorrow, Potter, you are going to wish that you stayed with the dark lord. That I am going to make sure of. And I am going to find out what is wrong with your lungs. No one in my house goes around sick, I will find a way to cure you, trust me on that."

He placed Potter in the bed in the room Flubby had prepared for the boy. He tugged Potter in, but only because he would not want Potter to wake up in the middle of the night because he was freezing. "It is incredible, that one as annoying as you can look so young and innocent when asleep."

After placing a spell, which would alert him when Potter awoke, Severus left the room and closed the door behind him. He would take a look at the potion he had inn his lab in the basement before he went to bed. Hopefully he would get a full night of sleep before the Potter brat woke him.

Again he wondered why he had not been informed about Potter's capture. Usually nothing was kept a secret from him. Perhaps it was because they knew that he would do something to save the boy from a certain death. It could also be because the dark lord had said that he would not be disturbed while working on the potion.

No matter what, Severus would make sure that Lily's child was protected. That much he could do for his old childhood friend. He was sure that she would be horrified had she known about Potter's state. Luckily she would never find out.

So, how many people hate me after this chapter? Well, at least we now have someone to investigate on Harry's sickness.

Next: Harry wakes up and finds out where he is. Chaos is ensured.

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