9:00 AM: September

Harry was apparated into the Potions room. He was thrown in a chair. Snape pulled a chair up. He swished his wand and the door closed, locked, and he sent silencing charms around the room. Harry tried every spell he knew. However, Harry knew he didn't have every known spell memorized. So he 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. Scared? Does he think I am going to do something to him? His inside force came through into his thoughts: well, you grabbed him, threatened him, and made him feel locked up. You don't know what happened to the poor thing. Everything was deflected either off the door and off the Potions Master. Harry decided standing up in stance would do something. Why is he so defiant?! Why is he even trying?

"Sit down you whiny brat!" Snape yelled. Harry didn't obey. Why am I even bothering with this brat?

"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. It's his fault if he would rather stand!

"Fine." Harry muttered. Snape raised his eyebrows.

"Do not mumble, Mr. Potter. Surly your relatives taught you that?" I don't want to hurt him but for Merlin sakes! What is wrong with him?!

"I said, sir, 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. I need to see the damage. His relatives will pay when I find out the damage. 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 just want you to tell me what happened….please….Snape begged in his mind.

It was different. He dealt with many students being abused. Hell, most of them were in his house. He helped them all. But there was something more about this. Something so familiar that he didn't want to admit. Something too familiar. But not being able to shake off the feeling this was a more...important case. Not that every other student and child wasn't important. But he promised to protect the boy. And the boy hasn't been protected. And all because Snape thought such lowly of him.

"Take off your glamour." Harry shook his head 'no'. Snape rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Take them off yourself or I will." Harry got pale. Snape lifted his wand and took the glamour 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. What did this little boy do? Snape went into a cabinet and got potions out. All types of potions. A chair appeared after Snape swished his wand. Harry stood tall. The colors were morphed into each other. Such colors shouldn't lay on a whole body. He could see everything. And it made him want to vomit. It make him want to run away from the boy or just pull him into a long hug, put him to sleep and heal him. Which is what he might do.

"Sit down, boy, and take off your robes. Leave only your underwear on."

"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." Father. Snape could only think. Father did the same.

"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.

"I can't, sir." Harry was shaking. Snape turned around. Harry was breathing heavily. Is this a form of anxiety? What….do I do? Harry silently sobbed once, then twice, but kept it to himself. Severus heard it. I need to help him.

"I can't do this, sir." Harry was shaking. Snape turned around.

"Harry, trust me."

"No."

"I am your teacher."

"No."

"What did you say, Mr. Potter?" Why won't he just listen?! Snape felt himself get angrier. He didn't want to play into this rage but the boy's defiance seemed to tap into such anger and rage within himself.

"No!" Harry tried to apparate away but Snape held onto him. "Let. Me. Go!" Snape held onto him. No, he isn't going to be leaving me, this time.

"No, you whiny, insufferable brat!" He pushed Harry against the wall. Harry made a gasp for air. I'm sorry! Please don't be too hurt! "Now, undress like I said." Harry was fighting his tears. Just do it, please. He kept his head down. He was ashamed. Very ashamed. Please….I know I have done things. But I need you to trust me. Snape remembered hurting Lily. This isn't about Lily anymore. This is about her son. Snape couldn't help but want to fight back tears with the boy. This isn't about Lily anymore. This is beyond her grave. This was about her living son who shouldn't be alive with this much damage.

Harry stood there. "Please, sir, please. I didn't mean to. Please." Severus didn't slam him hard but his back hurts. The marks and bruises were stinging. Harry was angry. He seemed to be alone in his head. Harry slowly took off all his clothes except his underwear that was way too big for him. Snape wanted to soften his voice but he couldn't. His rage at the relatives that were supposed to protect Harry did this to him.

"Potter, I need to see the amount of damage done to you. Now, let me help."

"No, they will know." They? So all his blasted relatives…. 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. This poor child. His face has been hit and cut. His arms have been cut and gripped. His back has belt welts. His shoulder has the same. And I didn't know I was physically hurting him. I'm so sorry, Lily.

"Who is 'they'?" Harry knew he spoke too much. Snape decided to use his wand. Harry's shirt and pants were off and he saw everything.

"No. Let me explain." Snape's back was to Harry. Snape was getting a vile with a creamy white color. 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. Harry slowly took off all his clothes except his underwear that was way too big for him. Snape saw the damage. He was starved. Beaten, branded, there is self harm on himself too. Snape walked to Harry and 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.

"Potter, look at me." Harry had no response. I want to help. Please let me help.

"Let me….help….you….please." Harry was holding back all his tears. Snape applied cool cream on his chest and back and face and arms and legs and feet. Harry pushed Snape's hand away in sadness.

"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.

"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 cabinet.

"Potter, I need you to drink this. It will shut your body down. It will begin to heal." Harry was still blank and sad. 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. Harry's body still fought the tears that were trying to fall. Harry became very tired and began to slump down. One word was said, "help". Snape sighed.

Harry let his eyes fall and he fell asleep. Snape didn't want to carry this boy out. It would seem like he beat up the poor boy. Snape apparated Harry to the Hospital Wing. "Poppy!" No response came, so Snape yelled her name louder. He was holding the boy in his arms as if the boy were an infant. Harry James Potter had such light breathing, it was hard to tell if he was breathing. The amount of damage to his body was sickening. Severus remembered his own fate. Before he could get lost in his head, he found an empty bed and lightly dropped the boy on the bed. He yelled for Madam Poppy once more in an irritating voice. Then, the friendly witch came out.

"Yes, Severus?" She gasped when she saw Harry on the bed, battered and broken. "What happened?"

"His relatives."

"You need to get back to class. Give him to me." He handed the small boy to her. "Small and very light for his age."

"I presume you will take care of this? I will be leaving." Snape began to head out and folded his arms. He wanted nothing more to do with the child. It was because he never knew how much he was oblivious to and he was in self-loathing. He hated the child even more for fighting through the process and not fighting for the right to his body. He was just there to drop Potter off and bid his farewells. But Poppy didn't agree.

"Come back later." Severus Snape looked at her. And crossed his arms and stood tall.

"I wish to have nothing more with this boy." She grimaced.

"Come. Back. Later." He raised his eyebrows and sneered at her. "I understand why you don't want to come back, but I really mean it this time. Come back or I will find you and bind you to the very floors you make the children clean in the dungeon. And don't think I won't. Also, explain what happened to his friends."

"Why?" Severus Snape knew better than mess with Madam Poppy. She was a strong witch. Maybe not as strong as he, but she was feisty and when she meant something, she kept her own word.

"They would like to know that you didn't kill him." He sighed. No, but he wanted to kill himself. I should have let him. Severus Snape didn't want anything to do with this boy. Nor did he feel necessary to when there is Madam Poppy, Head of House McGonagal and Head Master Dumbledore. He did what he was supposed to, and his job is now done. Well, at least that's what he thought.

"Fine." He apparated away.

Severus was back in his class. "Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, follow me to my back office." They followed him. "Mr. potter is very well not coming back to class due to some...injuries found on his body."

"So, you want us to take him to the Hospital Wing?" Snape shook his head.

"I already took him there. Deal with it, if you need to, talk among yourselves." Snape walked back to his class.

Ron looked at his friend. "Hermione….?" Hermione was fighting back some tears. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Ron, we didn't even know! We knew his life wasn't the best, but he didn't say anything about being beaten!" Draco stopped.

"He told you that his life wasn't great, and you didn't interrogate him?"

"Draco, we did. Me and my brothers saved him. His relatives locked him in a big room and barely fed him a week. He didn't like talking about his home. And why are you even here? You were never friends with him." Draco started to get angry.

"Well, Professor Snape involved me, so I am involved."

"What is he, your Daddy?" Draco smirked.

"At least he would have money." Ron opened his mouth.

"Yeah, he didn't eat much over summer, too." Hermione choked up.

"He was starved, and you knew this, and you didn't tell anyone? Wow...you guys are really nice friends…" Hermione lost it and started crying.

"Good job Malfoy…." Ron said aggravated.

"Don't be angry with me, I'm not the best friend of the Golden Boy." Draco snapped. "If I was friends with someone who said that and came back every year with new lies, I would, I don't know, tell my head of house. Wouldn't that be smart? Granger here, is smart, but to me it seems she is as stupid as any other student here."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Draco turned around.

"Awe, is Weasley upset that I am right?"

"No, you're just being a jerk. Hermione is crying because of you." Draco rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I forgot, you have a Granger-crush."

"Shut up, Malfoy. It's not like you do anything but hated him."

"True, but if he were my friend, I would have helped him."

"And how do you know what's it like to be in his position or ours?"

"If you guys were going to come to argue with me, then you should leave."

"Draco, just stop." Hermione sobbed out.

"Why? What is a little mudblood like you going to do to pureblood like me?" Ron arched his hand back and swung at Draco. Draco ducked.

"Colloshoo!" Ron said loudly. Draco deflected it. Draco knew how to deflect a simple and silly shoe-sticking hex.

"Really, Weasley, you need to learn. Next time, don't make it so obvious." Ron started to mumble.

"Keep mumbling back there, maybe you can mumble some common sense!" Draco returned to the class. Snape was already back to teaching his class.

It was odd how Severus Snape involved Draco Malfoy. But again, it wasn't as odd because Draco was abused, so maybe all three of them could maybe talk about the boy or whatever. Severus Snape was in no mood. No mood at all. He didn't know what to do but Draco also seemed concerned about the boy. So might as well.

6:00 PM: September

Harry began to open his eyes. But they fell. He opened them once more and everything was too blurry. His mouth was dried. He needed to make breakfast. The Dursleys' demanded breakfast. They always demanded breakfast. He had to make it. He didn't want to be hurt again. Harry made some movements to get out of bed. Shots of pain traveled throughout his body, and someone held his body down. I really need to make breakfast. Harry made more movements but he felt his body being held down with some more force. Harry didn't want to be punished. "I'm sorry Uncle. Please…." His voice trailed off. He didn't want to be punished. He needed to make breakfast and do his chores.

"Shhh….it's too early for you to wake up….shhh" It sounded like Snape but he wasn't really sure. How was Snape in his house, in his bolted up room? Nevertheless, Harry wanted to make breakfast. Nor did he really show concern about his sleep. He knew he had to make breakfast. He felt a hand cover his eyes. Forcing him back into sleep. It was Snape. Is Snape staying over my house today? I must make breakfast for him too. He is a guest….Uncle would be so mad if I'm rude.

"Professor….I need to m-make bre….breakfast…." His eyes fell and so did his mind. His body was fighting to stay awake but lost. His mind knew this was good, but his body still recoiled at the thought of being hit by his Uncle.

He dreamed of pain and destruction. But this time it was of someone else. A boy with greasy black hair. A boy with sadness. A boy who was alone.

"Hello?" Harry called. A boy cried and sniffled.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Harry went closer to a boy.

"My name is Harry. Harry Potter. I just don't know where I am. Who are you? Why are you crying?"

"You're-you're on my l-land a-and m-my n-name i-is S-S-Severus." Harry was taken back by this. Was this when Snape was young? Harry looked at the land and saw a great mansion and saw the young boy sitting under a big tree. The land was beautiful….peaceful.

"Why are you crying Severus? Can you tell me?" Severus shook his head 'no'. Harry sat next to Severus who was leaned against a tree.

"I'll tell you why I cry." Severus looked up and rubbed his nose on his sleeve. Harry began to speak, "My relatives don't love me. They beat me over everything. And so I get marks like these," Harry showed Severus some bruises and cuts and welts. Severus showed Harry his own. Harry gasped. Harry pulled him into a hug.

"It's going to be okay. I'm here, and I won't leave. I can't say it will get better staying there, but know I care about you now." Severus looked at Harry and smiled.

"So tell me your story, Severus." Severus huddled into a ball. It reminded Harry of the memories when Severus Snape was in the corner by himself while his parents fought.

"My Mother is being beat."

"Why, Severus?" Severus began to cry out. Harry hugged him tighter.

"He doesn't like witches or wizards." Harry looked at him.

"It's okay. That's why I get beat." Severus's eyes looked cool black. Black with a hint of pain.

"Really, Harry?"

"Yeah. They don't like magic at all."

"I know how it feels." Harry smiled. He leaned into Severus's ear in a form of a whisper.

"I got so angry once, I blew up my aunt and she's still floating to this day." Severus smirked.

"I wish I could do that."

"Well….maybe not now, but it's okay to be angry. Just remember to always at least have a little bit of fun."

"Yeah. But sometimes it's hard." Harry stood up and helped Severus stand up too.

"Let's go have fun Severus!" Harry exclaimed. Harry decided to roll down the hill.

"Come on, Severus! It's your turn!" After what felt like hours, him and Harry were playing. Harry and Severus were spending their time together acting like kids. They laughed real laughs and felt more alive. New memories like these kept appearing. Him and Severus playing.

6:00 PM: September

Snape was in the infirmary. He had to watch this boy. No one else would. Poppy was asleep and he needed to know what happened. At this time, Snape was going to to head off to bed, himself, but there were movements. He heard movement and slight noise. Harry. He was trying to wake. It was too early. Snape put his book down and ran to Harry. "I'm sorry Uncle. Please…." His voice trailed off. Uncle? I'm not his Uncle. Does he think he is still at his relatives house? Snape had to hold Harry down with a little bit of force. He can't get out of bed. He is exhausted. Snape knew he had to fall asleep again.

"Shhh….it's too early for you to wake up….shhh" He had to cover Harry's eyes. And so he did. He made sure Harry's eyes were shut, but with force. Soon, Harry's eyes relaxed and fell on their own.

"Professor….I need to m-make bre-breakfast….." Harry fell back asleep. Snape went back to his chair that was set next to Harry's bed. Why would a young boy make breakfast? What in Merlin's sake happened to Lily's child? What did they do to him? Snape watched the boy from behind his book. After a few short moments, Harry was whispering.

"I'll tell you why I cry. My relatives don't love me. They beat me over everything. And so I get marks like these…." Snape was confused. He was dreaming but who was he talking to? Snape just let Harry go on with what Harry was dreaming. Still wondering what Harry was dreaming of. Snape knew it would be bad if he invaded Harry's mind. He also knew it might hurt Harry at this point. Snape went back to his book until he, himself, fell asleep.

Hey guys, I'm recovering this story to make it better. I will be making sure the timeline is matching with the sequence. I will also be using a lot from the books and movies to ensure the sequencing. I do NOT own anything from Harry potter. I give credit to J.K Rowling: The author of the Harry Potter universe! Leave reviews and inbox me with what you want to learn about or anything. Thanks.