The second they arrived at the hospital they were greeted by healers.
Severus cursed himself for being so stupid.
The first time he visited he was by himself, and even though the matter has been about the boy, he hadnt actually dragged 'the bloody boy who lived' through a crowded hospital hallway with no protection from all of the eyes currently cutting across the pair.
So stupid.
He needed to do something. But he just wasnt sure WHAT.
Then he realized... they hadnt seen the childs face. Just the slumped over form of a hurt black haired boy.
He could fix this.
Those years of spying were really coming in handy lately. Part of being a spy was being able to perform acts no one would believe... without even giving them a chance to test that hypothesis. Inconspicuous magic.
A simple charm really. He wasnt sure how long it would hold. Hopefully long enough for physical matters to be taken care of- stabilize the child- and then... they could go upstairs and figure things out once and for all.
The good thing was... for all the effort the boy had put into hurting himself... It would be likely that he would be put to physical rights fairly quickly. The magical world was very advanced when it came to medicine involving the body.
Severus just hoped this was also the case with medicine involving the mind.
They had laid the child down on a bed. The one doctor was questioning him as to what happened while another was scanning the boys head.
"A bit of a concussion. Actually, from what you have described... a lot less major than might be expected. The child is obviously a fighter."
He said all of this while looking at the massive display of scars and injuries on the boy. He frowned more and more as he looked closer and closer.
"Sir. I am going to need to talk to you in private about... your boy."
He said this will a severe tone. One that had obvious notes of disgust.
Once the pair were out of earshot the questions began.
"Did you know that the child has many injuries in different stages of healing?"
"Do you know how this happened?"
"You are just his professor you say?"
"You do know we will have to report this to the authorities"
Severus was getting more and more nervous.
He was... pretty sure at this point... he had made the wrong decision in coming here.
He was thinking of different ways to escape this situation when the best chance of that happening possible came storming in.
Dumbledore.
He immediately strode towards the doctors, and within seconds had them hustling towards the door.
As they walked out, Dumbledore looked at Severus and whispered one word.
"Go"
Severus didnt need to be told twice. The child was awakening. Groggy. But by this point was more conscious than not.
He grabbed a magical wheelchair, spoke to it, and off it went with the child upstairs to the floor with the doctors he REALLY needed.
And Severus, like he would always try to be, stayed right there by him.
Until they reached the door, walked through, took a deep breath, and realized- this, whatever this was, was IT.
Severus just hoped that, for the boys sake, IT was enough.