"...it only hurts but for a moment"

"freak I told you..."

"why?"

"oh look at these flames...such a nice color"

"no..."

"I got you a little present.."

"how dare you..."

"no...why...I didn't want this"

"oops...did you need that..sorry.."

"stay away"

"hehe..that's a nice face pet.."

"I said.."

"come one scream"

"STAY AWAY!"

A young boy, no older than eleven years old, shot up from a nightmarish sleep, only to yell out in pain as the freshly healed skin stretched and reopened. He quickly pressed his wound hoping to stop the fresh flow of red copper color liquid that seeped out from the bandage. He looked around, from what he saw was that he was in the schools medical ward, his bedside curtains were drawn so he could really see past them. He barely remembers what happened, where was he? He took in gulps of breath, he needed to get his bearings. Minutes past, and slowly he remembers, the fire, the troll, hermione...was she okay?!

"Hermoine" he mumbled, and moved to get up, only to careen onto the floor his body weak as he tried to stand up again...he needed to see hermoine, was she okay...he started to feel dizzy...his body racked with exertion...this was it...he was going down...and down did he go into oblivion.

Madam Pomfrey was not considered the best mediwitch of her time for nothing, she earned her career through blood sweat and tears, and she had a master in the mind arts for it as well. It came with career as expected. She was after all a certified veteran Medical Witch and a certifiable minds healer...in fact she had every certification in medicine on could get as a woman and a magic user...had the awards and certifications to prove her status, and she wasn't even a so called pure blood. Born from nonmagical parents she had to work from the bottom up, and she did. Her best friend helped a lot with encouraging her to pursue her dreams, and even she became the best transfiguration teacher there was. It was safe to say that both of them knew exactly what their oh so lovely boss tried to do to them. Not that did not expect nothing less, that were surely disappointed.

"How dare he.." came the ranting voice of her dearly beloved best friend, the stern woman ranting brought music to her ears as she too stormed with her anger pouring out of her veins. She was obligated as a trained professional in her career to help every patient, she even took magical vows to do the best she could. To sideswept someone especially her patient like that would break those vows..does Albus not understand...everything she worked for her whole life gone and she would have never known it. Oh, how she was mad, but to find out, that the son of her other best friend to have been treated the way he was, and to know proof of it...there was no words to describe the feelings the turned within her stomach. She was a woman on a vengeance come hell or high water she was going to do what she needed to do, and right now was to make it quickly back to her ward, she had a patient in need.

Severus Snape was not a kind man, he was never a kind man, but even he knew that he had let his goddess down so many times, and his life was the price for it. He raised the glass of whiskey to his mouth, his eyes on the open folder before him. It was the boys medical records...he took another deep gulp. He looked at the other open folder, the boys mind records. It was laughable how thick each folder was, but it only brought a bitter sickness within him. He read them both...he had to, he was the boys house head, it was his job...how much he would have rather not to, to keep ignorant of the truth laced bare with barbs before him.

"By God have mery on my soul" he mumbled to himself, as he closed his eyes to try and hide the gut wrenching guilt from his soul, his plans to try and help the son of his past crushes dead, as the feelings of bitter jealousy that made him into the monster he was. What was he suppose to do now?

I got good news and bad news

good news, the story is progressing

bad news, I don't have a working computer

it broke a couple months ago

and I had been sucking the life out of it until it puffed its

last bit of life

Well, it fried...so I gotta get a new one

which meant my previously very long chapter seven is now lost

i have typed this up Quickly on a tablet

so I could send out and announcement that chapter eight

will be a while...unless I decide to type up some more on this thing, but it takes a while to do, and I much whether a key bored than a screen that takes up half the area to need to see

yeah, it sucks

but no worries

I'm hopefully going to get one this week or next, either way

my poor laptop of ten years...

i shed tears of sadness on this day