Summer:

Harry James Potter lay, bedraggled, on his stained bed sheets lined with the bed strings. He wasn't really allowed to be "too comfortable." The room smelled of stale sex. His uncle and cousin had defiled him for what felt like the millionth time this month. not the mention the men that came in to pay for Harry. That disgusting fact was taking its toll on Harry. He grew to hate himself more and more everyday. All his arrived birthday presents burned by his relatives, all his school supplies burned as well. And of course...Hedwig. She was burned alive. Her screeching horrified him as she burned slowly to death. The fireplace had a cage to lock her in and Harry was forced to watch.

Harry stood shaking upon the bed and felt the pain shooting through his body. Everything hurt. From his broken ribs, to his badly twisted ankles, to all his bruises and of course the brandings left sizzling on his skin. "Some fucking savior I am." He mumbled to himself as he had to take the slow steps to finish his chores for the day. He let a few tears slip down his cheek. He wiped them away quickly. He didn't want them to see he was crying. "That would another beating." he muttered and chuckled darkly. At times like this, all he needed was his blade. His trusty, rusty blade.

Before he left his "bedroom", if you could even call it that, he slowly and quietly pushed his bed out the way and lifted up a loose floorboard. He took a small box full of collected razors. Old ones, new ones, rusty ones, and clean ones. He took out his favorite one. His almost going to be dull one. He was mesmerized by how it glistened in the dim light in his room. He dragged the blade across his wrist once, then twice, then a third time.

He gasped out as blood trickled how his snow white arm in rivulets. "When did this all happen?" He sighed out. Was it when he began being raped? When his godfather died? or was when he was born with a destiny he didn't want?

"Boy! Get down here and finish those chores!" His uncle bellowed from the living room. He sighed and hid the blade where he found it. He rushed to the living room to finish the endless chores.

8:00 PM: September

It was after dinner and Minerva McGonagall agreed to meet with Severus Snape and Poppy in the Hospital Wing. She had heard from students that Snape must have done something to the boy. "Of course, Professor Snape." She replied with his stern nature.

He waited in the Hospital Wing with Poppy. "Severus, what is the matter with Mr. Potter?" She said looking at the sleeping boy who sounded not...quite dead but not alive. His breathes were shallow and short and he made little movement. Almost none at the fact.

"I think best if you sit down, Minerva." Snape said guiding his hand toward the office that Poppy was sitting inside waiting. Minerva sat down as well at Poppy. Snape stood up in the center of the room, leaning against the office desk Poppy had. "First you can see that young, Mr. Potter is asleep in one of the hospital's bed." Minerva shook her head. poppy lowered her head and nodded. "As it turns out, he has been abused. Severely." Minerva gasped. She looked back at the boy and saw how much smaller he was for a boy his age. He seemed much thinner.

"Why didn't he tell me this?" Minerva asked with a broken hearted sound voice.

"Perhaps," he raised his hands, "perhaps maybe because he felt like he had no help and he doesn't prefer to ask for help anyways?" he snarled.

"What are you insinuating, Severus."

"Let me continue and you shall find out. He carried on without caring that he hurt the older woman's feelings. "Poppy has the medical records of his injuries, Poppy, may you?" She opened her file labeled "Harry James Potter." She read off the list and Minerva held up her hand to pause her.

"I've heard enough. Are we healing him?"

"Yes, I have managed to heal a lot, bruises are faded, cuts are faded, brandings. But there's a lot of build up. This will take time. I know it's magic but it won't be instant. He is very malnourished, so that will take some time to build it up. But the biggest thing we have to work on is his magical core. It has been damaged. Damaged too much. It's been doing its best to keep the boy alive but we need to step in now." She stopped and sighed. "Just think, I've healed all the injuries from quidditch and his adventures." She squeaked out.

"And I've helped him throughout his classes-" Minerva stepped in. Severus held up his hand again. "-What about Dumble-"

"He is of no help at the moment. I fear he is battling something that we know not of." Minerva looked angry. "I knew they weren't the best-"

"Now is no time to blame, Minerva." Snape said coldly.

"I am hi Head of House!" She exclaimed. "I have the right to know this-this abuse!"

"I know, but he didn't have the need to tell anyone." She looked darkly at Snape. Like she was mad. like she was ready to slug him.

"How did you find out. Of all people?" She said in a harsh tone. he glared at her.

"First of all, no need to use that tone, Minerva. Second of all, I know what a Glamour charm looks like and he had them all over. To cover up the abuse. And I fear they threatened his life if he were to tell. And-" He sighed and rubbed his eyes with one hand, pinching the bridge of his crooked nose. "I caught him almost trying to kill himself."

"I think he is of age and just-" Minerva began to speak.

"Just what? Leave?" Severus pounding his hands on the desk. "He is a BOY!" he snarled. He grabbed the temple of his forehead in frustration. "He is just a boy. I bet he had been abused all his life and still thinks he's under the control and care of those...muggles." He spat with disgust. He leaned his body to see past Minerva and Poppy to see the sleeping boy who began to rustle in his sleep. He began thrashing quickly. He stood up quickly and rushed out the door. "Dammit, Potter!" The boy began whimpering and squirming.

"No, no, please. I'll be good." Snape tried to shake the boy awake but no luck. "Please, OW!" Just then a small bruise came on his skin. Snape gasped and took his hand away. He was injured in his dream?

"Poppy! Get a Calming Drought NOW!" He yelled. Poppy did just that. She nearly dropped the bottle when she saw a fresh bruise.

"Did that-"

"It just appeared. he was dreaming, then a bruise came."

"What does this mean, Severus?" Minerva said rushing to the boy's side.

"I think this is the worst thing I've ever seen. I don't know what this means-"

"-Doesn't this- isn't this like when you-" She interrupted him. He quickly looked at her.

"Not now, Minerva." He growled. Poppy poured the Calming Drought down the boy's throat who was thrashing in the bed. The boy then started to slowly calm down. The bruise healed under Poppy's wand. The boy became quiet.

"Don't you see? He needs care."

"Why don't you do it, Severus?" Poppy said quickly. Minerva looked at Severus and grinned.

"I mean, you do seem to be the best-"

"If I take care of him he will be in MY House." He grinned back. She wouldn't agree to this. He thought.

"You can't-"

"Perfect. Let's bring this up with the Headmaster." poppy interrupted Minerva. And Poppy walked away. Severus looked just as shocked as Minerva. Did I really just agree to take care of the boy full-time? She looked like she was thinking the same thing. How could Severus Snape, the greasy, old git take care of Harry James Potter, the son of the man who bullied him throughout school?

"I knew it was bad, Severus." Minerva whispered looking at the boy, tears in her eyes. "Albus didn't think Petunia could do this to her sister's son. He said this was his only ward that-" Snape held up his hand.

"I am well aware. I will speak with Albus, but I must be the one to do it." Minerva nodded her head. A single tear fell down her cheek and she rubbed it away quickly and sniffled. She placed her hand on the boy who seemed to finch in his own dreams. Like he was ready for her to hit him. The night was getting late and the castle was cold and quiet of all students. Severus nodded towards her. "We must go to our Houses. I will talk to mine and you will talk to yours tomorrow. I will set up a space in my Private Chambers to watch the boy for the next few weeks under high monitor and then have a space for him in my House. I believe it best if he is still allowed in Gryffindor as his friends are there." She nodded. "And Minerva?" He said quietly. She looked at him. Her eyes weary and tearful. "He will get better. We need to do better." And with that he turned on his heel and walked away and out of the Hospital Wing, his cape bellowing behind.

9:00 PM: September

Harry James Potter was tired. Very tired. But he couldn't help the nightmares that came.

Harry saw a jet of green light hit his godfather square in the chest. He saw Sirius's shocked face as he fell backwards through the fluttering black, greyish veil. He felt Lupin holding him back as he rushed to keep his godfather from stumbling through the stone archery. "NO!" He yelled in the most agonizing pain anyone could ever hear from a person. The sound almost seemed to be muted. Almost as if Merlin himself knew the pain that came out of the boy's mouth was excruciating to hear. Harry remembered that there was no sound. Only silence.

Harry woke up sweating and crying. He forgot his charms. He knew he forgot his silencing charms when he heard the pounding on his cupboard door. He heard the locks being undone then saw the dim light of the living room. "BOY!" His Uncle bellowed at him, his face purple with rage. "You fucking woke me up!" There was a meaty kick to the face. Harry couldn't help but scream out in pain. A bruise quickly formed on his cheek. there came another kick to the face. Another bruise appeared and Harry covered his face to stop it from hitting his face once more. "Since you're up go make us some breakfast, freak." His uncle spat. He slammed the cupboard closed and Harry sighed with tears going to down his cheek. He wiped them quickly but as soon as he touched the handle to leave his cupboard he felt soothed. He turned around and saw a man in black robes standing behind him. His small cupboard was now a room. Harry looked around. There was silence.

"Come." He heard the man's voice. He couldn't quite see the man but he heard the soothing, stern voice. Harry felt his body walk closer, not knowing why. As he did he felt the tough touch of the tall man who looked down at the man. His hand holding the man in the black capes. "Harry, it's time to relax." And just then, Harry felt his body collapse and darkness hit him. He looked weakly at the man and saw his face: Snape. He wanted to be shocked but felt the man pull him into a tight hug just holding him then Harry fell unconscience.

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.