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TO ALL REVIEWERS: You are now very much loved. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!!
Chapter 3
Severus entered the hospital in a speed he had not known he possessed. The lifeless body he held in his hands had begun to shiver and shake, as though not used to the outside climates. He glanced at the sign beside the elevator that told what each floor held: Artificial Accidents, Creature- Induced Injuries, Magical Bugs, Potion and Plant Poisoning, Spell Damage. none of these would benefit Potter.
Pushing ahead of the other patients waiting to be admitted, Severus walked straight to the woman behind the desk.
"Please," Severus said in a soft voice that was very unlike him, "This boy needs help." He would not plead anything from this woman, but he wouldn't be rude. His pride was showing, however, when the witch took a look over the boy and informed Severus that he would have to wait.
Feeling things had gone far enough, Severus practically shouted, "Wait? WAIT?! The boy had been shot! By his uncle no less! The boy is Harry Potter and I demand that he be tended to!" His usually pale face was now cherry red with anger, his eyes flashing as he looked down at the broken Gryffindor in his arms.
The witch paled considerably and called for a doctor. A male doctor along with a nurse arrived a short moment later, blanching at the site of the-boy- who-lived. They stared fixedly at Harry until Severus barked some rather rude remarks at them, causing them to start. The mediwitch relieved the potions master of his load, though Harry weighed barely half of what a boy his age should weigh.
The shuddering and ragged form of the once proud Golden Boy was levitated to the nearest possible room on the first floor. Salves and potions were applied to the many wounds lacing Harry's skin, but there was nothing they could do to save his eyes. The doctor told Severus that the boy had been blind for nearly three weeks.
Three weeks. So that was the day he got home. Those damn muggle monsters will pay. Wait, was he showing pity on Harry? No, Potter. Severus would never call him Harry. He was Mr. Potter, the boy who was always out and about when he should be in bed, getting away with everything by bending the rules to his will.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to harden himself against Harry. Severus pulled up a chair beside Harry's bed and watched the continued administration of potions to the boy. It was well past midnight and into the morning as Severus found himself nodding off with his hand supporting his chin.
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"Sir, Professor Sir. Wake up." Severus jumped from his chair, knocking it backwards as a hand was laid on his shoulder to shake him awake. He stared down at the terrified face of the mediwitch, breathing heavily and trying to slow his heart rate. Not being used to waking in such a manner, Severus tended to over react.
The poor witch stuttered, "T-The the doctor would, would like t-to see you know, Sir." She nodded her head in a slight bow and led him out of the room. Severus turned back to see Ha-- Potter sleeping soundly.
The two made their way down several corridors and into a large office where the doctor who had been working on Harry sat, running his hand through his hair and glancing down at what seemed to be the boys medical chart. The man motioned for Severus to sit down in the large leather chair opposite the desk.
Severus did so and could not keep his eyes from wandering over the many plaques and diplomas that covered the walls. He noted that several of the awards seemed to be from muggle institutions and felt slightly better that a man with that extent of medical training was watching over Potter. Guns were a muggle invention, of course.
"What's the damage?" Severus stated, trying to keep his voice level. The anger he was feeling inside made him want to lash out at anyone within reach. He was in a retched mood, not just because it was Potter, but because of how a muggle had treated a wizard in general. Yes, that was it. It wasn't the boy in particular. Severus' inner voice laughed at him, mocking him with taunting images of him wearing big pink fluffy shoes and running through fields of flowers. He felt sick just thinking about it. He was getting soft.
The doctor ran another hand through his thinning hair and stated, "We were able to heal both gunshot wounds, to the left shoulder and lower left knee. The glass shards were removed from his eyes, though that will take a time to heal. There was also a disturbing discovery," he pulled out a folder with X-rays and pictures of the bruising, "the boy was raped."
Severus felt like his jaw could have hit the floor. He was WHAT?! Who would do such a thing to a child; he was barely sixteen but he wasn't even the age of consent yet.
He listened as the doctor droned on with the extent of the wounds and damage, but Severus was only half listening. He would have to tell the Headmaster, and when Albus Dumbledore was mad, as he surely would be, Severus didn't want to be present at the time. He asked for a copy of the medical report and sent it with an owl to Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts.
This was not what he had been expecting when he was sent to check up on Harry Potter an evening ago.
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Having since returned to Harry's bedside, Severus entertained himself by reading the boy's medical chart. Mind, entertainment is a sour word to use in such a case, but the man was so bored he would have burst into song had he not done it.
Glancing every so often, he would notice Harry's eyelids moving rapidly as he thought he was stuck in a nightmare he couldn't escape from. The mediwitch checked in every quarter hour to make observations and check the bandages that covered the boy.
Severus allowed his mind to wander as he watched the boy, placing the medical chart on the desk adjacent the bed. Harry seemed to have diminished in size and weight dramatically, seeming to leave only skin stretched over bones. The black, unruly hair that was so much like his fathers was now unkempt and reaching his shoulders. The boy would still be able to perform magic; Severus supposed it was lucky that the bullet had been aimed at the left shoulder and not the right, or Harry would never hold a wand again. His knee was fractured, nearly shattered and the doctors predicted that he would walk with a limp for the rest of his life.
Then there were his eyes.
A tragedy really, to be maimed in such a way. There was no known cure for blindness, Magical or otherwise. It was something that Harry would have to overcome; along with the emotional turmoil that was undoubtedly ahead for the young Gryffindor.
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A/N: There you go. Please review, I'll love you forever!
Setsuri: I LOVE LONG REVIEWS
Wolf Lupin: mwaha, I'm updating ^_^
Amiria: Yeah well, I got a C in English, ask anyone
IceTastesNice: OMFG, you just totally rock don't you ^_^
Eyes of Green: New chapter hehe
The Dreamer87: O.O I love you
DarkSetoKaiba: HI MANDI GLAD YOU LIKED IT
Jess16: Mwahahahaha, but do not cry for it is not real *sobsob* as much as I hate to admit that my little Harry Potter fantasy word is not real. And I must confess that Severus is not real, cept in my mind. Yum ^_^ My gutter is my own; do not judge for my fictional love. ^_^
TO ALL REVIEWERS: You are now very much loved. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!!
Chapter 3
Severus entered the hospital in a speed he had not known he possessed. The lifeless body he held in his hands had begun to shiver and shake, as though not used to the outside climates. He glanced at the sign beside the elevator that told what each floor held: Artificial Accidents, Creature- Induced Injuries, Magical Bugs, Potion and Plant Poisoning, Spell Damage. none of these would benefit Potter.
Pushing ahead of the other patients waiting to be admitted, Severus walked straight to the woman behind the desk.
"Please," Severus said in a soft voice that was very unlike him, "This boy needs help." He would not plead anything from this woman, but he wouldn't be rude. His pride was showing, however, when the witch took a look over the boy and informed Severus that he would have to wait.
Feeling things had gone far enough, Severus practically shouted, "Wait? WAIT?! The boy had been shot! By his uncle no less! The boy is Harry Potter and I demand that he be tended to!" His usually pale face was now cherry red with anger, his eyes flashing as he looked down at the broken Gryffindor in his arms.
The witch paled considerably and called for a doctor. A male doctor along with a nurse arrived a short moment later, blanching at the site of the-boy- who-lived. They stared fixedly at Harry until Severus barked some rather rude remarks at them, causing them to start. The mediwitch relieved the potions master of his load, though Harry weighed barely half of what a boy his age should weigh.
The shuddering and ragged form of the once proud Golden Boy was levitated to the nearest possible room on the first floor. Salves and potions were applied to the many wounds lacing Harry's skin, but there was nothing they could do to save his eyes. The doctor told Severus that the boy had been blind for nearly three weeks.
Three weeks. So that was the day he got home. Those damn muggle monsters will pay. Wait, was he showing pity on Harry? No, Potter. Severus would never call him Harry. He was Mr. Potter, the boy who was always out and about when he should be in bed, getting away with everything by bending the rules to his will.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to harden himself against Harry. Severus pulled up a chair beside Harry's bed and watched the continued administration of potions to the boy. It was well past midnight and into the morning as Severus found himself nodding off with his hand supporting his chin.
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"Sir, Professor Sir. Wake up." Severus jumped from his chair, knocking it backwards as a hand was laid on his shoulder to shake him awake. He stared down at the terrified face of the mediwitch, breathing heavily and trying to slow his heart rate. Not being used to waking in such a manner, Severus tended to over react.
The poor witch stuttered, "T-The the doctor would, would like t-to see you know, Sir." She nodded her head in a slight bow and led him out of the room. Severus turned back to see Ha-- Potter sleeping soundly.
The two made their way down several corridors and into a large office where the doctor who had been working on Harry sat, running his hand through his hair and glancing down at what seemed to be the boys medical chart. The man motioned for Severus to sit down in the large leather chair opposite the desk.
Severus did so and could not keep his eyes from wandering over the many plaques and diplomas that covered the walls. He noted that several of the awards seemed to be from muggle institutions and felt slightly better that a man with that extent of medical training was watching over Potter. Guns were a muggle invention, of course.
"What's the damage?" Severus stated, trying to keep his voice level. The anger he was feeling inside made him want to lash out at anyone within reach. He was in a retched mood, not just because it was Potter, but because of how a muggle had treated a wizard in general. Yes, that was it. It wasn't the boy in particular. Severus' inner voice laughed at him, mocking him with taunting images of him wearing big pink fluffy shoes and running through fields of flowers. He felt sick just thinking about it. He was getting soft.
The doctor ran another hand through his thinning hair and stated, "We were able to heal both gunshot wounds, to the left shoulder and lower left knee. The glass shards were removed from his eyes, though that will take a time to heal. There was also a disturbing discovery," he pulled out a folder with X-rays and pictures of the bruising, "the boy was raped."
Severus felt like his jaw could have hit the floor. He was WHAT?! Who would do such a thing to a child; he was barely sixteen but he wasn't even the age of consent yet.
He listened as the doctor droned on with the extent of the wounds and damage, but Severus was only half listening. He would have to tell the Headmaster, and when Albus Dumbledore was mad, as he surely would be, Severus didn't want to be present at the time. He asked for a copy of the medical report and sent it with an owl to Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts.
This was not what he had been expecting when he was sent to check up on Harry Potter an evening ago.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Having since returned to Harry's bedside, Severus entertained himself by reading the boy's medical chart. Mind, entertainment is a sour word to use in such a case, but the man was so bored he would have burst into song had he not done it.
Glancing every so often, he would notice Harry's eyelids moving rapidly as he thought he was stuck in a nightmare he couldn't escape from. The mediwitch checked in every quarter hour to make observations and check the bandages that covered the boy.
Severus allowed his mind to wander as he watched the boy, placing the medical chart on the desk adjacent the bed. Harry seemed to have diminished in size and weight dramatically, seeming to leave only skin stretched over bones. The black, unruly hair that was so much like his fathers was now unkempt and reaching his shoulders. The boy would still be able to perform magic; Severus supposed it was lucky that the bullet had been aimed at the left shoulder and not the right, or Harry would never hold a wand again. His knee was fractured, nearly shattered and the doctors predicted that he would walk with a limp for the rest of his life.
Then there were his eyes.
A tragedy really, to be maimed in such a way. There was no known cure for blindness, Magical or otherwise. It was something that Harry would have to overcome; along with the emotional turmoil that was undoubtedly ahead for the young Gryffindor.
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A/N: There you go. Please review, I'll love you forever!