12:00 PM: September
Harry woke up. But it was slowly. He had grabbed his glasses and found where he was. No, no, no! That greasy git did it! Now they are really going to kill me! Harry jumped out of bed. He noticed how nothing really hurt. Some pain here and there but nothing really severe. He ran toward the door and before he could open it, it was locked. Harry turned around.
"And where do you think you are going young man?" Replied Madam Pomphrey. Harry went red. I have to leave, before they find out I was here and what Snape found out, I bet they already know but I need to-I need to-
"Out! Leave me alone!" Screamed Harry. He didn't know what else they might have done when Snape drugged him. Madam Pomphrey yelled a spell, Petrificus Totalus, and caused Harry to be in a bind. "Mobilicorpus." She whispered. Harry's body was levitated on the bed.
"Harry, in your condition, you can't leave. Not right now. Please, understand." Madam Pomphrey was getting a liquid vile out and unscrewed it.
"Okay, now I am going to open your mouth and let you swallow this. This is a Sleeping Potion. Professor Snape thought it best to keep you calm and not to let you leave without himself being here. And currently, he is teaching."
Hell no! I am not being drugged up AGAIN! Harry used all his force but couldn't move. He hated this. He defied the fact this was being okay to be done on students. As the Sleeping Potion eased its way down his throat he felt his body bind, untense. He felt more at peace. But he didn't want this. As Madam Pomphrey began to leave, he let his body fall out of the bed. He began to crawl his way to the door but was stopped. The door opened. A man with black robes and greasy black hair stared down at him. Professor Snape. He was right in front of Harry. Ugh! I can't ever leave this place can I?! Harry tried to stand but couldn't. His body was too relaxed. Actually, he was starting to get tired. But he had to fight being tired before, he needed to do it now. But Snape wouldn't let him. He just smirked with his eyebrows raised.
"And what are you doing, Potter? Trying to escape?" Harry was confused. Why is he even here?
"S-sir, I just want to leave." Harry said fighting everything to stay awake. He started to slow down his words. Snape picked up Harry. Harry was under his arm. He was small enough to do so. He was thin enough.
"No, Mr. Potter. You need to heal and as of right now, you aren't healed. Now, just relax. The more you fight it, the stronger it becomes." He grinned. Harry felt his head fall down as he watched the floor move. He felt his body being lifted then put on his back on the soft bed. He curled in a small ball as the greasy-haired man walked into the back room. Harry couldn't help but pull the blankets over himself and close his eyes again to sleep more. His body ached for it and he knew he wasn't going to be able to leave. Not with Snape in the Wing.
12:15 PM: September
Severus thought it best to check on Potter. He should be waking up soon. Severus walked through the corridor and saw Dumbledore.
"Ah, Headmaster Dumbledore, I would need to speak with you about Potter. Later on, of course, but in my chambers. I would presume around 7pm?" Dumbledore of course had a twinkle in his eyes.
"Why Professor Snape! Of course! Lemon Drops?" Dumbledore asked holding out a small bag.
"You crazy old man. I don't let my body be taken away by sweets, just to be rotten away like your teeth will." Snape refused.
"Oh, my dear boy, sometimes a man needs sweets to live happy." Replied Dumbledore. Dumbledore winked at Snape. He walked away with a bright smile. Damn old fool. Always trying to give us sweets. Snape proceeded to go into the Hospital Wing. As he opened the door, there was Harry Potter. On the floor. Obviously trying to escape. Looks like he had gotten a Sleeping potion and this was making him tired and very relaxed. This amused Snape because Potter looked like an actual little kid. Snape tried to hide his amusement and raised his eyebrows.
"And what are you doing, Potter? Trying to escape?" Harry seemed confused. What? Am I not even allowed to check on The Golden Boy?
"S-sir, I just want to leave." Harry said fighting everything to stay awake. Snape picked up Harry.
"No, Mr. Potter. You need to heal and as of right now, you aren't healed. Now, just relax. The more you fight it, the stronger it becomes." Snape grinned. He felt...taller than the boy. Which, he was. But the boy seemed much smaller than he thought. He carried the boy who was pouting and then soon gave up. He dropped the boy in the bed who recoiled into a small ball and Snape rolled his eyes. Such a small child. He thought. Harry seemed nothing more than a child.
As Snape walked back, he looked back and saw Harry sit up. He had his wand ready to hex Harry, but harry took the covers and pulled it over himself. Snape couldn't help but smile at the small boy. He walked into the back office of the Hospital Wing.
"Madam Pomphrey?"
"Oh, yes, Severus?"
"I would like to talk about Potter."
"I thought you might. Based on the calculations, he was terribly abused. Legs, arms, fingers, skull, all have either been fractured or broken over and over again. His magic core must have healed all his wounds whilst he was on his own. But I am guessing this summer was worse and his magic core wasn't as quick. He should be better a few days to a few weeks." Severus was completely shocked. He was disgusted with those muggles. A family of actual swine would look after him better than his relatives.
"What else?"
"His hand had a scar. A scar that said 'I must not tell lies'. I think another wizard made him to it. It was sloppy compared to his self harm but it matches his writing."
"Did it seem that it may have a connection with magic?"
"Yes, dark magic."
"It was from Ex-Professor Umbridge when she used the Blood Quill on the students."
"I see..."
"Terrible lady-" Snape drained on.
"Yes. I don't know much about the other teachers but….there is a more severe matter…."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Severus….he was…."
"Well? Spit it out woman!" Snape said sneering.
"Severus, he was raped. Signs detect multiple bruises inside his anal cavity, and mouth was….ripped a little open. Not much to cause damage but he can open his mouth wider than boys his age. Not very noticeable; but still there." Now Snape was getting infuriated again. Madam Pomphrey noticed this.
"I saw a ball gag in his 'bedroom' at his relatives. I didn't think they were capable….of doing that….to a boy."
"Well no one knows anyone's capability until they do it."
"I will kill them. I will make them feel pain. They will….pay. How did you even….find out?"
"Severus, I used the simple spell, Specialis Revelio. It revealed the host's secrets from the magical core. In this case, more physical damage has been done beyond than what we could mage. I understand that this is intriguing, but please calm down. I know what you saw. But it happened. You are the first to notice. You need to show him you care. I fear he might be lost." Lost? The poor boy managed too much for too long.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means, he might go into the deep of his mind and not want to come back out. He might hide. His body will take over his actions, but he wouldn't be the same. He needs you Severus." Snape gulped quietly. I'm so sorry Lily. I let you down. Your son has been raped, abused, beaten, sentenced to death….I'm so sorry….
"What can I do?"
Snape hated the fact that he had to do something about it. He didn't want anything to do with the boy, but now it was up to him. But the boy wouldn't talk to him. The boy hated him. But Lily would be mad if she found out Severus Snape let her own son be abused in such vulgar manners. But Lily Evens-Potter was dead. So how would she know?
"It is best to do what you can do to be a figure to him. And be careful, he might have odd and old habits from the abuse and might expect you to do something when you get angry. He might try to….seduce you in a way he might have been forced to do at his house. And….help him through his self harm. It doesn't seem like he did it every day, but when he did, he did a lot. I cleared up some of the scars. The brandings on his body will take more to clear up."
"What does the brandings say?" Madam Pomphrey got pale. Sickly. I don't like the sight of this. He made sure to keep his posture up. His hands were crossed in front of his black robes.
"'Whore', 'Freak', 'Pain', and….'Slut'." Snape lost it. He casted a silencing charm around the room. To make sure he didn't wake up Harry.
"That's it! They are going to pay for what they did!" Severus turned on his heel and started to walk to the door.
"Please, Severus, wait! Talk to Dumbledore and see what he wants to do. Please don't go!" I will make them pay. They wrote on Lily's child. LILY'S CHILD. That's it! I will make them all wish they were never born!
"Remember what Lily told you?" Snape sat down in a chair in the corner. "Take a rest, you'll need it, especially when you need it for the rest of the day." Severus let himself relax in the chair. He had a lot to discuss with Dumbledore and he didn't plan on having fun.
1:30 PM: September
As Snape waited for Dumbledore and his next class he had to think of the things he wanted to say to the headmaster. Snape found himself pacing, trying to think of what to say to the Headmaster. Damn old fool! He should have known….didn't Minerva say she didn't trust his relatives, anyways? Hm….
Severus paced. He knew that a great wizard like Dumbledore couldn't have known of abuse? It was odd….and Severus knew something wasn't right. Harry Potter, the pawn of the Great War. Why leave him to be abused and weak? Severus wanted some Fire Whiskey, but he needed a clear head talking to Dumbledore. Maybe he will drink some after the meeting with the Headmaster.
6:50 PM: September
Harry woke up. He found Snape's book next to him. He decided Madam Pomfrey wasn't going to let him out. So why not read? Harry picked up his glasses and the book. Potions For The True Masters Harry found this funny. As he started, and found he struggled, to read the prologue, Madam Pomfrey returned to his bed with a trey of foods and vials. The foods included: chicken soup, soft wheat bread, and a small helping of mixed vegetables. "You need to eat this. You very skinny for your age." Harry sighed.
"I am not hungry, Miss."
"Eat it Harry, or will I have to hex you for it?" Harry moved his trey to be on his lap. He took one bite and knew he was really hungry.
"Thank you!"
"And Harry, these potions, they don't taste the best, but they will help you." She started to point at different potions, "This is to help your metabolism, this is to help muscle growth, this is to help your bone growth, this is to help internal breaks and fractures, and this is to help scarring tissue." Harry nodded.
"Miss?"
"Yes Harry?"
"I am struggling reading. The words are somewhat blurry. This didn't happen until I took the calming potion."
"Wait here, son." Madam Pomphrey went into the back office and grabbed an optic and lens testing. She came back and tested it with Harry.
"Harry, your eyesight got worse. The calming potion must have done something to relax your eyes from straining. You need new glasses." Harry sighed.
"Um...no thanks. I think it is fine." Madam Pomphrey got tensed.
"Harry, you need new glasses, let us help." Madam Pomphrey left the room to get a glass case. This glass case had different type of glasses, including a copy like he has. Harry blushed. I can't get new glasses. They will kill me….but….I guess…. Harry took a cool black pair. It wasn't thick, nor was it thin. It was square. The whole color was black. Madam Pomphrey went into the back room.
"It will take a while, Harry. Eat. And then relax some." Harry decided there was no use complaining. He knew better than to complain. Harry began to eat the food.
After a while, Harry looked up and saw Poppy doing something in her back room. "What is wrong with my eyesight?" She looked back at Harry and smiled. She continued tweaking with the glasses.
"You have Glaucoma and Macular Degeneration." Harry started to slightly laugh. "What?"
"I don't know what any of those things mean!" He continued to slightly laugh. She smiled some more. She walked to the doorway. She leaned against the opened door.
"Glaucoma means there is an excessive pressure within the a liquid part of your eye, the aqueous humor, and since you have gone years without proper treatment, there is damage to your optic nerve, a central system of the eye to transport information to your brain, this caused some of your blindness. Macular Degeneration also caused a gradual loss of vision due to an accumulation of material on the central part of the retina your vision became blurred or a dark area appears in the center of their field of view. This continues to enlarge until blindness is unable to be treatable. Your father actually had it, Harry. That is why he had special glasses. Macular Degeneration is passed down genetically." Harry smiled again. He started to laugh some more. So did Poppy. "What now, Harry?"
"Why does everyone say I have my Mother's eyes when I have my father's blindness?" Poppy laughed louder.
"Because, Harry, you have green eyes. Emerald green eyes. Just like her. You might be blind, and surprisingly a good snitch catcher, but you have the color and high definition of green in your eyes." Harry smiled.
"So you can fix my eyes?" Poppy smiled.
"Of course I can, Harry. Your magical core has been somewhat protecting and trying to gradually heal your eyes, but because it has been broken down from the circumstances you have endured, once we gave you a calming and sleeping drought, your body has been shut down. Your magical core is healing. And because we are giving you more treatment, your magical core is now acting separately from the rest of your body. So because of this, your eyes have relaxed and you are struggling."
"Thank you, Madam Pomphrey."
7:00 PM: September
Snape was sitting on his cool leather chair. Dumbledore came in through the chimney with a green fog- floo powder.
"Headmaster! Glad you could make it."
"Severus, nice to see you too! Lemon Drop?" Blasted old men. Snape rolled his eyes.
"No, Headmaster. We need to talk about Potter. I would rather you sit down." Dumbledore sat down on the single black leather love seat. Of course he had put another Lemon Drop in his mouth.
"What is wrong, my dear boy?"
"Headmaster, it appears, Potter has been severely abused. He is not going back to that muggle house." Dumbledore's twinkle in his eyes disappear. Something isn't right….
"My dear boy, I know he was hit here and there and beaten a week or two, but it doesn't matter. He has his wards there." Snape stood up. He as alert. Headmaster?! A smart wizard KNEW LILY'S SON WAS ABUSED?!
"Headmaster! Why in HELL would you send him back?!" Snape was yelling. Dumbledore looked at Snape and sneered.
"His protecting wards, my dear boy." Snape walked towards Dumbledore. "Oh Snape….his wards protect him from great danger. Such as Voldemort. We know he is back. He was at the cemetery."
"Yes and killed a student…." Dumbledore shook his head.
"No, Severus, Harry killed Cedric Diggory." Snape was flabbergasted. Harry, a young boy did not kill another!
"Headmaster, I don't believe Harry killed Cedric Diggory…."
"Well, he did, my dear boy." Dumbledore's twinkle went away. Dumbledore wasn't the same. And Snape knew it.
"Don't tell me now, you grown to care for the boy." Snape was disgusted.
"What am I supposed to do?! You let him-you let him get abused! He was raped, scarred, beaten, starved, neglected! Probably ever since you sent him to his blasted relatives!" Dumbledore was delusional. There is something wrong….this isn't right….the great and powerful Headmaster wouldn't let his students get abused. After all him and Harry been through.
"There is a message you must tell Harry." Snape quietly gulped.
"What?"
"When the time comes, he must die. And Voldemort must do it. And he must do it when he is most vulnerable."
"You have been raising him to die….to die at the perfect moment? Like a pig slaughter…why?"
"Why did you grow to care for him? He must die to win. When Lily Potter sacrificed herself to Voldemort, a piece of him traveled to the only living thing. There is a reason he can talk to snakes. A reason he can see into Voldemort's mind….A reason Voldemort can see into his mind. Harry Potter must die when Voldemort is at his most vulnerable, and only he shall kill him." Snape was angry. He-he can't….Lily's son….Snape casted the spell, "Expecto Patronum", and a doe was trolling around the room. A beautiful doe. A doe tender and sweet as anything. A doe to represent a true love. A type of love that cannot be erased.
"Lily…" Dumbledore sputtered out, "After all this time?" Snape became solemn. Lily….
"Always."
Silence was deafening. Dumbledore was shocked. "Headmaster, he cannot stay with his blasted relatives. I beg of you. He is unsafe. I will do anything." Dumbledore looked at Snape.
"No, Severus. He has his wards there. Where else would he be safer? We are to protect him. Voldemort is going to return. He is going to try to kill Harry once again. He is going to try to take over the Ministry. He is going to try to take over and kill anyone who fights him, that's if he does wins. Harry cannot go anywhere else. Harry is our possession." Snape stood up. Lily….I'm sorry….I need to yell….Just then, an inside voice, a voice of Lily Potter came into his mind, "it is okay, Severus. Save Harry. I believe in you." Just then, Snape gained all his control but let himself rant. Oh he was angry. But he wasn't trying to be too angry. He hated to show his emotion to anyone but his Snakes. Although….the headmaster knew who he really was.
"He is leaving! No matter what the fucking wards say! He isn't safe! How dare you! YOU sent a student in danger! And YOU knew! YOU are saying HE killed an innocent student! YOU THINK A YOUNG BOY-a-a young boy killed another student! Well what would he have gotten out of that?!" Dumbledore stood up.
"My dear boy, you leave him at his muggle house, or you both will pay. And he got attention out of killing Cedric. He is an attention Whore. Surely you must know that." Dumbledore smiled, and took the floo powder out. No. He IS NOT going to harm Harry or me! Snape was pacing the floor and decided it was best to visit Potter.
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