Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters! All characters belong to JK Rowling.
Warning: This story contains sexual abuse and rape. If this is not something you want to read, please don't continue reading further. The story will be based in Second Year. Characters will be out of character.
Striding through the halls, robes billowing behind him, Severus Snape was out looking to dock points from any student out past curfew. He hated doing these blasted nightly patrols; the only bloody bonus was taking away points and assigning detentions. He knew he was being a git thinking that way but hey, he did have cauldrons that needed scrubbing. Rounding the corner, he saw the bathroom door open and determinedly stalked towards it. A pleased grin settled upon his face as he slammed the door open, biting words on the tip of his tongue. However, upon seeing the student, the words died before they could be uttered out loud. The child was huddled in the far corner, the one furtherest from the door. He was hunched in on himself, shaking madly, and sobbing quietly. This concerned Severus greatly, but he wouldn't let it show quite yet; he still needed to maintain his snarky reputation after all. Gentling is stride, he stood straight in front of his student. Quietly, as to not frighten the kid, Severus knelt down next to the small body. As he settled on the ground, the student started to lift his head up; the young face of Neville Longbottom was now staring lifelessly at him. Trust him to come face-to-face with the brat that is the Longbottom boy. However, the fierce tremors racking the boys body made Severus feel like a bastard for insulting the child in his head.
Severus stared at the child for several more seconds before gently asking, "Mr. Longbottom, please explain to me why it is that you are out of bed after curfew" The boy opened and closed his mouth, quite a number of times. Usually, he'd find this extremely aggravating but today, he just patiently waiting for the boy to speak. However, Patience was not one of his strongest virtues.
He didn't have to wait much longer before the boy started speaking. "I just got out of detention, Sir," the child quietly stated.
That statement confused him greatly. What kind of detention could cause such hysteria in a student? The boy didn't serve detention with him, nor did he serve it with his head of house; Minerva would have mentioned it to him. The blasted boy should not be in such a traumatized state; for merlins sake, it's just detention. "Mr. Longbottom, with whom did you serve your detention with?" Great, just great. The bloody boy just mumbled Lockhart. That overly arrogant, no good for anything man could not have possibly done anything to warrant such a dramatic display of emotions from the boy. Severus, still confused asked, "Well Mr. Longbottom, detention surly wasn't that horrible to produce this bout of hysteria. Why have a found you on the bathroom floor, crying your eyes out?"
If anything, that question seemed to make matter worse. He watched as the boys eyes turned distant and his face drained of any color. He listened as the boy whispered and said, "I don't like Professor Lockhart, Sir."
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