Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Neville's heart pounded as the footsteps approached. He seriously hoped it was Hermione coming back with the help Harry so desperately needed. The injured boy's chest rose and fell with every shallow breath he took indicating that he was still alive, but for how much longer? Neville had no idea.

A sense of relief rushed over the shy Gryffindor as the door opened revealing none other than Professor Johnson. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was taken aback by the sight that met his eyes as he stepped closer to the pair. Dark bruises and drying blood covered the pale form that lie upon the desk.

"What happened?" whispered the professor, his voice unable to go any higher.

"He was attacked, Sir," Neville replied as he watched the teacher slowly walk around the desk and examine the boy. Johnson felt his heart stop momentarily as the realization of just what had occurred finally sunk in.

"You may go, Mr. Longbottom." The teacher replied as he carefully maneuvered Harry's body in order to wrap the robe completely around the teen's naked body.

Johnson couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart as he made his way to the Hospital Wing. He'd heard that Harry's life had been rough and that he only really felt safe within the walls of the school, but it seemed now that feeling had been destroyed, the proof was lying in his arms. He couldn't bring himself to believe that a student would stoop down low enough to rape a classmate, especially after what had transpired with Haven not long ago.

The Hospital Wing was empty when they arrived, much to the man's relief. Carefully he lowered Harry onto a bed away from the door and rushed to get Madam Pomfrey. Johnson felt his heart beat out of his chest as he knocked on the nurse's door, he needed to grab her attention, he needed her to help Harry.

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Poppy was still awake when she heard the loud bangs at her door. By the way they seemed to be getting louder and occurring more frequently, there had to be something wrong. The nurse wasted no time in answering her door, and was astonished to find her colleague covered with blood.

"Poppy, its Harry. . ." Was all the DADA Professor managed to say before the matron rushed past him.

It was as if time had flown backwards, to when Severus brought him in after Haven had had his way with the poor boy. . . Harry looked the same, the situation was the same save for the only difference being that the man that brought him wasn't Severus and the monster that did this wasn't Haven.

Slowly she began to remove the robe that covered Harry's naked, battered body. Large bruises marred his chest and arms, as well as smudges of blood here and there. The nurse placed the cloak around her patient's waist, deathly afraid of what else she would find.

It would have been easier if Severus had been there. He could have kept his hands steady as he gently wrapped Harry in pristine bandages. He wouldn't have broken down when he discovered the boy had been raped yet again. He wouldn't have had such a hard time gathering the courage it would take to find Lily and tell her what had happen. But Madam Pomfrey wasn't the potion's master and there was no way she was going to ask the man that now sat by Harry's bed to do her job.

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Being a guardian was never easy, and Lily knew it. At that moment, she knew how it felt to lose someone that was in your care. She was beside herself as she stared into her brother's empty bedroom. Her heart was just about ready to explode as anxiety took over. But this was no time to fall to the ground and scream, she had to find him. With Weasley acting the way he was, Harry couldn't afford to run around the halls by himself. But then again Lily had no idea how long he had been gone.

It all seemed to be a bad dream, a nightmare, and the knock at the door would only confirm it. With a heavy sigh Lily opened the door against her better judgment as if she knew something bad was to come of it. No words could describe the way the seventeen-year-old felt as she saw the Mediwitch before her, and by the look on Poppy's face, it was about Harry.

"I'm sorry Lily, dear, but Harry's. . ." Poppy began as she reached for the young girls hands. "he was hurt."

That seemed to be the story of their lives, they were always injured either accidentally or on purpose, but whatever the cause was, Lily was getting tired of it. The Seventh year walked numbly behind Madam Pomfrey as they approached the Hospital Wing.

She tuned out most of what the nurse was saying, but picked out a few words. "Found . . . beaten. . . broken. . .raped." that seemed to be the trend in Harry's life at the moment, and Lily had no idea how much more her little brother could take.

The somber mood was enhanced by the silence that overtook the pair as they approached the doors to the infirmary. The smell of antiseptics hit Lily as she entered the wing, her sapphire eyes now scanning the rows of beds for her Harry.

As her eyes fell upon him, her throat constricted, her eyes watered, and her heart stopped. The sixteen year old looked nothing like he should have; his normally creamy pale skin was now tinted yellow as the bruising healed. Harry's normally unruly jet-black hair was flat, dull, and contained no life. This was a nightmare.

Lily took a seat on the bed, and slowly she began to run her fingers through her brother's hair. She really didn't care that the DADA teacher was there, only inches from her, holding Harry's cold hand. All she cared about was Harry, and who did this to him. And whoever it was was going to be sorry when she got through with them.

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Author's notes: I am redoing the first few chapters of this story, if anyone is still somewhat interested in it, it wouldn't hurt to let me know. This story is on the verge of being discontinued.