7:30 AM: September
Harry entered Potions with Ron, Hermione, Draco, and everyone else in their class. Severus glared at Harry. He felt smaller under the glare. He kept his sleeves down while Hermione and Ron began the potions. Harry didn't want to roll his sleeves up. Even if they couldn't see, he knew it was there. And it wasn't something he wanted to anyone to know. After time passed, Harry felt weaker. He felt dizzy and Severus must have known.
Severus stood up. He was angry. Harry knew this. Severus walked up to Harry who felt like he was going to collapse. Is this stress? Or is this my body dieing? Severus gripped the boy's shoulder in a tight grasp. Harry gritted his teeth. His balance was gained and his head only hurt. Little did he know, he threw up on the floor. Everyone was quiet. Harry's face flushed. Severus pulled Harry with a force to the front of the class. Harry tried to move himself away, but Snape gripped tighter. He looked at the boy. He bent over the boy and sneered with hatred in the boy's ears, "You want to be a whiny, sick brat? Now you will face the consequences." Harry's face became pale with fear. Severus looked at the class with a glare that everyone knew too well.
His posture straightened and Harry felt the grasp loosen but not enough for him to gain strength to get away. Even if he wanted to apparate, Snape would be holding him. Please let me go….Please! "Class, while I handle a situation of….sickness….I expect nothing from any of you. What goes on in this class, stays in this class. Any word about this situation from any other student than the students present in this class, at this moment, will be severely punished. I expect all of you to be quiet, no questions, no answers. If I hear one peep from any of you, I WILL do the best I can to make sure you are all atleast suspended, or worse. Any questions on that matter?" No one spoke. Know-It-All Granger made sure her mouth was closed and Neville Longbottom even kept his mouth shut. "Very well." He apparated him and Harry to his private potions lab. Harry was still under Snape's grip and how Harry hated it.
Harry hated being punished. Harry hated how he got in trouble. Harry hated being sick. Harry hated being Harry.
7:30 AM: September
Harry entered Potions with Ron, Hermione, Draco, and everyone else in their class. Severus glared at Harry. He felt smaller under the glare. He kept his sleeves up while Hermione and Ron began the potions. Harry didn't want to roll his sleeves up. Even if they couldn't see, he knew it was there. And it wasn't something he wanted to anyone to know. After time passed, Harry felt weaker. He felt dizzy and Severus stood up.
Severus stood up. He was angry. Harry knew this. Severus walked up to Harry who looked like he was ready to vomit or pass out. What is wrong with that boy, now? Ready to cause a scene in front of MY class? For what? Attention? Severus gripped the boy's shoulder in a tight grasp. Harry gritted his teeth. His balance was gained. Harry leaned over and vomited on the floor. Severus seethed. Nice show. Vomit and everything. What? House-sick from all the praise he gets? Everyone was quiet. Harry's face flushed. Severus pulled Harry with a force to the front of the class. Harry tried to move himself away, but Snape gripped tighter. He looked at the boy. "You want to be a whiny, sick brat? Now you will face the consequences." Harry's face became pale with fear. If he really is sick….Severus looked at the class with a glare that everyone knew too well. The boy stopped tugging away from the professor and Snape was proud of himself. Good, he eventually gave up.
His posture straightened and Harry felt the grasp loosen but not enough for him to gain strength to get away. Even if he wanted to apparate, Snape would be holding him. "Class, while I handle a situation of….sickness….I expect nothing from any of you. What goes on in this class, stays in this class. Any word about this situation from any other student than the students present in this class, at this moment, will be severely punished. I expect all of you to be quiet, no questions, no answers. If I hear one peep from any of you, I WILL do the best I can to make sure you are all at least suspended, or worse. Any questions on that matter?" No one spoke. Know-It-All Granger made sure her mouth was closed and Neville Longbottom even kept his mouth shut. "Very well." He apparated him and Harry to his private potions lab. Harry was still under Snape's grip and how Harry seem to hate it. I don't care if he will throw a tantrum.
9:00 AM: September
Harry was apparated into a Potions room. He was thrown in a chair. Snape whispered a simple spell. "Colloportus" and all the doors became locked. He swished his wand. Harry knew he was mad. But so was Harry.
However, Harry huddled in the corner. He knew what adults could do. He knew the power they had over children like himself. And Harry didn't want any wrath from Severus Snape. Snape pulled a chair up. He swished his wand once more and he sent silencing charms around the room. Harry tried almost every spell he knew. Everything was deflected either off the door or off the Potions Master. Harry decided standing up in a stance would do something. LET ME OUT! He screamed in his mind.
"Sit down you whiny brat!" Snape yelled. Harry didn't obey. He can go fuck himself!
"No!" Snape looked at Harry and sighed.
"Sit. Down." Harry stood tall. Snape swished his wand and the chair disappeared. "Fine, then don't. You get to stand. Sit down, and you will get a detention that you WILL attend!" Harry shuddered.
"Fine." Harry muttered. Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Do not mumble, Mr. Potter. Surly your relatives taught you that?" Oh that greasy git! Like he would know anything.
"I said, sir, I'm fine." Harry spoke up. Snape slightly nodded. Snape took off his robes. He started to roll up his black button down shirt. His hands were actually visible. But he kept rolling them up. What is he doing? Harry could see his arms. Snape attached the rolls with a side arm button that Harry didn't know the use of before. Snape's elbows were slightly covered.
"Why did you feel it was okay for you to not even attempt an easy potion, Mr. Potter?"
"I do not wish to aggravate you, sir."
"You already aggravated me! From skipping my detention to playing 'suicide boy', and now to pretending to be sick. Now you will pay, Potter. I don't know what games you are playing with me, but they will stop." Harry flinched. It wasn't a flinch in which someone who wasn't paying attention would notice. I'm so-sorry! Just get it over with! Harry begged in his mind.
"Take off your glamours." Harry shook his head 'no'. Snape rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Take them off yourself or I will." Harry got pale.
"Confundo!" Harry said. Although without his wand, he seemed pretty good at the self-taught wandless magic. The flash shot out of his palm and was aimed at Severus. A wandless magic….a type of magic that isn't taught but formed. Snape deflected it, but was shocked.
"You can do wandless magic?"
"No….sir."
"Stop lying to me, Potter! You were going to confuse me! I know all the tricks!"
"No, sir! Please, I won't do it again. Just let me get back to class. I will try to do the potion. I will try to fix everything. Please."
"What are you going off about, Potter?!" Snape began to yell.
"Please, sir. Please, let me go. I beg you…." Just as quickly as the conversation started, Snape lifted his wand.
"No, Mr. Potter." Harry's face went pale again. Fear drained his body of color.
"Aparecium" and just like that, the glamours were down. It was horrifying. All colors where all over his body. And they were ALL over his body. Snape gasped and started to get sick. Snape stepped back in horror. I'm a monster. Snape went into a cabinet and got potions out. All types of potions. A chair appeared after Snape swished his wand. Harry stood tall.
"Sit down, boy, and take off your robes. Leave only your underwear on." Harry was fighting his tears. He kept his head down. He was ashamed. Very ashamed. I'm such a freak. I should have done something. I'm a freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Fr- Harry stood there.
"No. Let me explain." Snape's back was to Harry. Snape was getting many vials with a creamy white and orange colors. He turned around and saw Harry standing there.
"Mr. Potter, I do not wish to hear the excuses you have created to cover for your abuse." Harry gasped.
"How-"
"I went to the muggle house, Potter. I told you I would go. Now are you going to actually obey or will you force me to knock you out so you can actually cooperate with me?" Harry shook his head. Tears were fighting to fall.
"Sir, please don't make me. Please. Let's forget about it." Harry said with a shaky, slow voice.
"Potter, with your breathing, currently, I wish for you to let me help you."
"Why do you care now?" Snape shot his head up. He turned his head to the side. There was a silence then with a facial expression of anger but also sympathy, the professor spoke.
"Because I know how it feels."
"No. You were the person I didn't want to find out. Just let me go."
"I'm sorry for what I have done."
"Sir, let me go. I beg you."
"No, Mr. Potter." Severus looked back to his potions.
"I have to go back."
"No you don't, Mr. Potter." Harry looked down. Don't let any tears fall. Don't be weak. How can he see? How can he know? Harry was left in his mind. He was silent. Almost as a shell and Severus knew this was odd for a boy his age. Please. Harry kept begging. How could he not? A teacher that despised him knows of his life. He probably even laughed at it. At where he slept, and how he wasn't in any pictures, hell, he wasn't even on the trips with the family. He probably laughed his ass off at the ashes in the fireplace of everything he owned except his robes. He probably had a blast.
"I can't do this, sir." Harry was shaking. Snape turned around. Harry was breathing heavily. I can hear my heart beat. I can feel my color drain. Why am I always in this position? Please, Merlin, help me! Harry silently sobbed once, then twice, but kept it to himself.
"Harry, trust me."
"No."
"I am your teacher."
"No."
"What did you say, Mr. Potter?"
"No!" Harry tried to apparate away but Snape held onto him. "Let. Me. Go!" Snape held onto Harry. Why won't he let me go?! Please!
"No, you whiny, insufferable brat!" He pushed Harry against the wall. Harry made a gasp for air. "Now, undress like I said." Harry was alone in his head. He slid down the wall and huddled into a ball.
"Please, sir, please. I didn't mean to. Please." Severus didn't slam him hard but his back hurts. Harry was anything but happy, but he knew he needed his razor. He was alone in his head. I can't do this. Harry slowly took off all his clothes except his underwear that was way too big for him. I need to kill myself. I need something. I can't go back.
"Kill yourself, freak!" It was Umbridge's voice. "You liar! Kill yourself. Just do it."
No.
"Just do it. You are a fucking burden to us all!"
No!
"Potter, I need to see the amount of damage done to you. Now, let me help."
"No, they will know." Snape squatted down to Harry. He looked at Harry's small figure. Harry knew the damage. Severus had oddly warm hands as he was looking along Harry's back and stomach and arms and face. Snape lifted Harry's chin as Harry began to physically start shaking. I need to get out. I need to leave. I need to die. I need to die quickly.
"Who is 'they'?" Harry knew he spoke too much. Snape saw the damage. He was starved. Beaten, branded, there is self harm on himself too. Snape helped Harry stand up. Holding his shoulder, he gently pushed Harry to sit down. Harry kept a blank expression on his face. His face, although bruised, was very pale. Snape knelt down in front of Harry. Severus Snape was sitting on one knee and the other knee was up, almost as a proposal type look. His hands were not shaking at all and he sighed at the boy.
"Potter, look at me." Harry had no response. Nobody's supposed to know. I am going back and I am going to get beat. I am going be killed. Maybe I can invite Voldemort so he can come along too. No one is supposed to know and SNAPE…..Snape of all people no knows. I am a freak. A freak that can't hide anything.
"Let me….help….you….please. These are simple potions, Potter. This is a Burn-Healing, this is a Blood-Replenishing potion, this is a Sleeping Draught, and this is a Calming Draught. " Harry was holding back all his tears. No one was supposed to know. No one. No one. Snape applied some of the cool creams on his chest and back and face and arms and legs and feet. Harry pushed Snape's hand away in sadness. Please….I can't….help….
"No. Don't. I can do it myself." Snape sighed.
"No, Potter, you can't. Just let me help you this one time." Harry sighed. He let himself pull his knees up. He was sitting in the chair. Harry knew this wasn't going to end well. They will be mad….summer will be worse….
"It's okay. It's going to be better for you." Harry saw a reflection of himself. He saw himself healing. The cream was dissolving his bruises, healing cuts, some cuts turned into scars, healed his burns, and turned the brandings into an ugly scars.
"No it won't, Professor." Snape stopped for a while but knew for Harry to obliged then he needed Harry's body to be shut down. He went to the vile sitting next to him- the Sleeping Draught. "Potter, I need you to drink this. It will shut your body down. It will begin to heal." Harry was still blank and broken. Snape sighed and grabbed the vile. He stood next to Harry and tilted his head back. Harry let his mouth slightly open and Snape poured the calming and sleeping drought down into Harry's body. No one is supposed to know. Why did it take so long for anyone to even notice? My glamours have even gotten better this year.
No, he still noticed.
Harry's body still fought the tears that were trying to fall. Harry became very tired and began to slump down. One word was on Harry's mind: help. And so, the word slipped through his thin and chapped and broken lips, "help". Snape sighed. Harry lost his vision and everything became heavy. Everything was black, too. And Harry couldn't remember anything else.
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