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Lily couldn't help but watch her brother as he applied a healing salve to his countless scars in an attempt to make them disappear. All he wanted was to get rid of any and all reminders of the life they had left behind.
"Do you need some help?" Lily voiced as she noticed her little brother struggle to reach the ones on his back.
Harry turned to smile sadly at his older sister before replying, "Yes, please." Lily gingerly took the tub of cream from her brother's hands before she applied it to his warm back and messaged it in.
"Here you go." Lily stated as she handed Harry the tub and night shirt when she was done.
"Thank you," Harry replied as he pulled the garment over his head before he fell backwards onto his bed. His emerald eyes closed in an attempt to get some sleep. And like always, he regretted it.
His head was spinning as Vernon continued to beat him. He had no idea how long it had been going on, but all he knew was if it continued he would be dead in a matter of hours. The enraged man was speaking, but Harry's head was hurting so badly he could only pick out a few words: freak, ungrateful, lazy and dead being the main ones.
It was obvious that Vernon was talking about them, but Harry really did not care, all he wanted was to be left alone. No more beatings, no more worry if he was going to be raped again. . . Nothing. All the Golden Boy wanted was to be saved, to be held by someone who cared and was telling him that everything was alright, he was going to be alright and that Lily was safe. . . That was all he wanted as that dreadful sound filled the air,
"You're fine, Harry; you're fine." Lily stated as Harry's eyes fluttered open, his body was violently trembling and he could feel moister collecting in his eyes. He wanted it to stop; he just wanted it all to stop. "Don't hold it in." Lily whispered as she pulled him into her warm arms as the tears began to fall. He was an emotional wreck, and he knew it. He supposed it was the fact that he hadn't really coped after he was raped by Haven, or maybe it was the fact that his time with the Dursleys still haunted him even when he just barley closed his eyes.
"I am so weak." Harry sobbed, locking his arms around his older sister's neck as she slowly rocked back and forth like a mother would do. He was letting it all out, and now was the perfect time, no one was around, there was no one to pretend for; he could be Harry, just Harry.
"You are not weak." Lily whispered into her brother's ear, "You are brave, and not because you are a Gryffindor, but because you have moved forward and put the past behind you."
It didn't take long for the sobs to cease and Harry's breathing to even out as he emotionally exhausted himself, and like all the times before, Lily tucked him into bed and left the door open just a crack to hear Harry incase he needed someone during the night.
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"This is normal, right?" Lily asked Madam Pomfrey as the nurse came to check on Harry's progress.
"Yes." The Medi-witch answered, "You see, Harry never really had a real chance to deal with the emotional stress. So his mind is compensating now, but he will be fine in a few weeks, Lily." The nurse's words were reassuring, maybe there really wasn't a reason to walk around and pull her hair out. . .Yet.
Lily now lay upon the couch; her familiar Sass lay upon her lap as if she owned it. The cat would have been upstairs with Harry if Poppy hadn't been examining him. And when she more than happily jumped off of Lily's lap she knew that Poppy was leaving.
"And?" Lily asked, her voice was anxious as she met the older woman at the foot of the stairs.
"He's healing nicely Lillian." Poppy stated. "He'll be fine, in a few weeks he should be back to his old self."
"I can't thank you enough, Poppy." Lily replied as she walked the nurse to the fireplace. "You don't know how much I appreciate this."
"It's no problem, I am happy to help."
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Author's notes: I really hope you enjoy this story.
