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I love all the reviewers you make me so happy *sob* If you guys hadn't reviewed in the first place I probably would have stopped writing. Yey, I'm continuing. ^_^ be happy, because I'm now halfway through chapter 5 and hope to have it up very, very soon. Mwahahahahahaha. Ok, nice long chapter. I worked on it all day because I had the day off from working and stuff and now my little annoying chicka thing that I'm suppose to be baby sitting is looking over my shoulder at the screen and it's really annoying. Oh well, at least I know how to type correctly or I wouldn't be able to glare at her and type at the same time. Heh. Well, on with the chapter. Oh, and by the way, the "Doctor Michaels" that it mentions in there happens to be /my/ doctor. I couldn't think of anyone else. I actually had to see him yesterday cuz, stupid me, I tripped and fell and cracked my ankle and I think I sprained it or something. Anyways, you people don't care cuz I'm just the author and all you want to do is read my ever-loverly story where nothing good will ever happen to Harry as long as I'm at the keyboard. And I will always be at the keyboard because there is a computer in my room. Oh well, talking too much. I suppose I just like to type. JOIN ME IN MY GUTTER AS I CONTINUE MY LOVERLY, LOVERLY FICCIE THAT YOU ALL SEEM TO LOVE SO MUCH.
Chapter 4
(By the way, there will never be a title to any of my chapters because I am not talented in that sort of thing. I had to have Shinigami061 (Jamie) actually help me with the title for the story, even though I ended up taking it off something I had written on the wall; yes I still write and color on my walls. ANYWAYS, on with the chapter that took me three days to update.)
The sounds of shuffling feet, snoring, and murmurs of conversation reached the ears of a young fifteen-year-old man currently occupying a bed in St. Mungos. Harry didn't move, remembering what had happened the day before. His uncle shot him; his uncle shot him. Merlin, what had he done so wrong to deserve such a punishment?
You killed your godfather, helped bring back the dark lord, and killed Cedric, whispered the nasty little voice in the back of Harry's mind. He clenched his eyes shut to hold back tears, knowing his conscience was right.
## No, I didn't kill Sirius. It was a mistake. ## The little voice just laughed at his feeble attempts to deny the truth. Not being able to hold back the anguished tears he had kept in so long, Harry felt one of the traitorous drops fall from the corner of his right eye and zigzag down to his chin. That's when he realized he was being propped up against pillows.
## Pillows? Where am I? ## Then the realization hit him that he couldn't possibly be in his cupboard, for he was in fact on a bed. And by searching with his hands, Harry found that it was too narrow to be any of the beds in the house. ## I'm not at number four! ## He could have jumped for joy at the comprehension that he was away from that monster. The feeling of happiness soon leaked from him, however, as he was faced with the challenge of identifying his surroundings. Three weeks in his cupboard had allowed him time to practice with his other four senses.
Harry began using these senses to determine where he was, if he wasn't home. His ears warned him that he wasn't alone in the room, but he pushed aside the questions of who could possibly be with him. Harry was aware that the person was snoring, obviously asleep, and seemed to be a man. He decided that it wasn't his uncle, this persons' snoring was much more controlled. It must be the person who had brought him to the hospital in the first place.
Taking in a deep breath, Harry deciphered several smells that brought memories of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. Was he at Hogwarts? No, there were too many foreign sounds for it to be the castle. He ran his hands over his body, finding that he had been dressed in hospital pajamas.
His eyes shot open. ## I'm in a hospital?! But who would take me? Who knew that I was hurt? ##
"Doctor Michaels to fourth floor, Potions and Plant Poisoning. Doctor Michaels to fourth floor." Came the voice of a woman over the intercom, paging one of the doctors.
Potions and Plant Poisoning. Harry was in St. Mungos. He raised a tentative hand to his shoulder and felt the already forming scar tissue where he had been shot. Knowing he would find the same thing on his knee, he didn't bother further exploration of his wounds. Someone had found him, and if he was at a hospital then they knew everything that had happened to Harry.
Overridden with humiliation and distress, Harry slid from the bed as silently as possible and felt along the walls to the door with a prominent limp. Confirming that the snoring of the man continued uninterrupted, he made his way out into the hall.
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Dumbledore looked up with a smile on his face as a great black raven came soaring through his open window. He reached out a hand and ran it over the head of the bird.
"Hello, Holmes." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes, "Where is your master?" he frowned as the bird held out its leg with a note attached. He reached down and pulled the envelope off, watching as the raven jumped from the desk and flew out the open window.
His cheery demeanor diminished, knowing that if Severus had sent his bird along with a note, then he couldn't have been there himself. It was not a reassuring thought as the headmaster opened the note.
Eyes wide with shock, Dumbledore nearly fell from his chair in alarm when he read the extensive injuries and psychological damage to the-boy-who- lived. In Merlin's name, he had never known, no one had. Harry was a proud boy and would have never disclosed such a personal problem; though he should have questioned the boy thoroughly about his home life.
The last paper attached to the report mentioning the sexual abuse made the headmaster gag; good god, what that monster had done to the boy was inexcusable. Dumbledore would see to it himself that the man was charged with rape and child abuse in front of the Ministry of Magic.
Feeling his face redden with anger he had not felt since the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore pulled a lemon drop out of the bowl on the far corner of his desk. After unwrapping the small yellow candy and popping it into his mouth, the headmaster calmed somewhat as it melted in his mouth. Muggles had a way with sweets, he had to admit.
Carefully laying the medical report and attached note from Severus in the top left drawer of his desk, Dumbledore went to see Minerva about securing a living environment for Harry in Hogwarts. They would have to see about permanent custody of the boy at a later time, but for now, this was the least they could do after leaving him with those people for fifteen years. He would never go back, Dumbledore would see to that.
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Severus awoke from a deep slumber to find that the bed to his left was empty. He jumped from the chair he had been dozing in and dashed out of the room. Looking around in vain for a raven-colored head in the crowd of milling patients and hospital workers, Severus swiftly reached the Nurse's Aid station near the middle of the hospital. He leaned on the blue-tiled counter in front of the wide-eyed mediwitches, trying to catch his breath and rub the stitch from his side.
"Please," he panted, beginning to worry, "Have you seen a boy of fifteen go by? He's about this high and has black hair." The witch simply shook her head, "He's blind, and he doesn't know where he is. Help me find him." Severus was becoming distraught, not even wanting to think what the headmaster would do if he found out he had lost the boy.
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Harry used his hands to propel him along the wall, groping in his search for someone, anyone, who would help him. He didn't know what had possessed him to leave the room, other then he was panicking at the lack of recognition to the atmosphere and he was feeling claustrophobic. He fell as he was pushed aside by a crowd of moving people as they rushed past, wheeling what sounded like a gurney.
"Can someone help me?" he called out, hoping someone would stop and see that he was having troubles. A nurse who had walked by with the group of other doctors working on a new patient turned to see a small, skinny boy sitting on the ground and backed up against the wall.
She walked over and knelt in front of him, "Do you need some help, dear?" she asked kindly, looking at the shoulder that was exposed by the drooping collar and showing what looked to be a bullet wound from one of those muggle contraptions; a gun.
Harry looked up to where he had heard the voice of a woman, "Yes, please. I need to get back to where I was." He knew it sounded stupid, but it was the truth.
The witch leaned in closer; obviously the boy was disorientated and had wandered away from his room. "Okay honey, do you know what room you were in?" she asked softly, not wanting to scare the boy. He looked barely older then thirteen by his height and stature, but something in his eyes claimed of an older age.
Shaking his head, Harry responded nervously, "No, I woke up there. I don't remember how I got here. The last thing I can remember is being at home."
Watching as the boy looked down in shame at his lack of information; she reached out and placed a gentle hand on the unwounded shoulder for comfort. The reaction she received was unexpected; Harry pulled back and scuttled backwards until he hit a corner, his arms raised in a sort of defensive position.
Shaking slightly, he apologized, "I, I'm sorry. I d-don't like to be touched." The witch raised a delicate eyebrow but respected the boys' space as she moved closer again and squatted in front of him.
Speaking softly, the witch said, "Its okay. My name is Melinda, I work here as a nurse. Now, do you remember what your room looked like?" She knew that the rooms looked different to accommodate each patients needs, so if she could find out the specifics of the room, it would be easier to locate it.
Harry looked up to where he heard her voice, though it was a little too far to the left and his eyes were beginning to redden, and whispered almost inaudibly, "I can't see."
Melinda now understood why the boy was wandering alone, looking so lost. She nodded her head and moved slightly closer. "What's your name, dear?"
Taking a minute to decide whether he should disclose his name to her and start uproar, he just said, "Harry." Knowing that if he had added 'Potter' she might put on some sort of show that would embarrass him terribly, Harry felt that he had handled the situation perfectly. If he had denied his name or said someone else's name (Neville Longbottom for example), complications and suspicions would have arisen.
Nodding her approval that he trusted her enough to reveal his name, she said, "Harry, I'm going to need you to stand up okay?" she watched as he did so, however it was awkwardly as though he hadn't walked correctly in some time. When he faltered, beginning to collapse, she reached out and caught him. Harry winced but made no movement away from her. "Are you all right?"
Harry shook slightly as the blood rushed to his head and muttered with a minor slur, "Got shot in the knee and shoulder." Melinda raised an eyebrow, but did not comment further. Patients often came in with muggle injuries that could not be handled by muggles themselves, or the patient in question would most certainly die.
She waved her wand and conjured a wheelchair which she helped Harry slide into. Melinda noted that the boy was undernourished and didn't look like he had had a decent meal in maybe a month. His bones in his arms felt weak and flimsy beneath her fingers; she began wondering who this Harry was and what exactly had happened to put him in such a state. He readjusted his legs (his left in particular) more comfortably, and then let his chin fall onto his chest in exhaustion from his trek.
"I'm going to take you to the Nurse's Aid Station, okay; then we can see if we can't find where your room is?" Melina asked. Nodding slightly, Harry stared forward, somewhere to the right as he was wheeled to the nurse's station. He began listening intently to the sounds around him, trying to catch the sound of that particular snoring coming from any of the rooms that they passed. Harry felt useless, sitting there and not being able to help relocate his own room.
Then Harry looked up as he heard a familiar voice say, "He's blind, and he doesn't know where he is. Help me find him." Searching his memory to match the voice, he was stunned at his conclusion.
"Professor Snape?" he whispered uncertainly, unsure if anyone had heard him; waiting for confirmation or denial. Harry heard a sudden silence then a breath of relief somewhere to his left. He looked to where he had heard the sound. There was a rush as a pair of footsteps reached his side.
Severus looked behind him from the countertop, knowing the nurses hadn't heard the nearly inaudible question for identification. He felt his stomach drop to his toes and bounce back up again when he saw Harry sitting behind him. His first instinct was to thank the stars that Albus hadn't shown up and wouldn't have to know; the second was to tell the boy off for leaving the room. Wait, no, he didn't care that Harry had left the room. He didn't care about that annoying little Gryffindor; Severus simply wished to keep his head in case Albus ever did find out. Yeah, that's it. He strode quickly to the boys side and squatted down next to the side and put his hand on the arm rest.
Feeling something drop next to his chair, Harry's reflex was to recoil. When he did, he heard something he thought he never would. Snape chuckled slightly, though nervously. Merlin's beard, he was either going to have a heart attack or burst into girlish giggles at the thought of his potions master /laughing/.
"Harry," Severus said, taking himself off guard by using the boy's first name, but he shook it off and continued, "I'm not going to hurt you, don't be afraid." (Yeah right, don't be afraid of your ex-Death Eater, evil potions professor) Severus ignored the looks from the nurses around him, especially the one he was getting from the witch standing behind the boys chair "Why did you leave the room, Harry?" he didn't mean to sound disappointed and caring, but it came naturally from instinct.
Dropping his head in shame, Harry stuttered, "I-I, I'm s-sorry. I w-woke up and d-didn't know where, where I was. I r-ran." He felt terrible that he had caused someone worry that he had left, but had he known that it was his evil ex-Death Eater potions professor, he would have stayed in his bed waited patiently for him to wake.
Severus raised a delicately arched eyebrow. He had almost expected Potter to lie, and then he remembered that this wasn't the same boy that he had tormented in class every day. This wasn't Potter; Potter was the mischief making Gryffindor who was the bane of his existence. The boy sitting in front of him in a wheelchair was Harry, someone no one had ever known before but had been there the entire time, hiding. No, Severus was quite sure that they would never have Potter back again.
~*~* Review and I will love you forever ~*~*
Ps- Remember to pray to Satan (or god, whatever) each night and thank him for the spell check he has so graciously bestowed upon my computer. Because without it you would all have to experience my terrible spelling. Ask Shinigami061 (Jamie), we were in the same English class. I flunked EVERY single spelling test. But I've had a college reading level since I was in fourth grade, ironic ain't it? Mwahahaha, just review or I'll kill you. Not really, but I can hope and wish. Please review, I have no friends or self esteem and it really helps when you people raise my ego a few more notches. ^_^ By the way, when I went back and did the spell check, I misspelled over one hundred words. And I spelled 'comfortable' wrong every single time (comphortable). Same with chapter one, I spelled 'nephew' as 'nefew' ever single time. Funny, no?
DarkSetoKaiba: Mandi I love you so much for your input @#)$^*@)$#% (I think I scared Rachel-Sirius off of reading fanfics every again though.*cackle* but it's what I do best, I suppose ^_^)
Witchblade Hell: You rock my socks ^_^
The Dreamer87: Aw, thank you much!
Setsuri: There you go, Dumbledore. (Bunnies are too scary to be put in with Sevvie O.O)
Coward in the Shadows: Thankies
Amy Potter1: Hope you can understand it dear.
I love all the reviewers you make me so happy *sob* If you guys hadn't reviewed in the first place I probably would have stopped writing. Yey, I'm continuing. ^_^ be happy, because I'm now halfway through chapter 5 and hope to have it up very, very soon. Mwahahahahahaha. Ok, nice long chapter. I worked on it all day because I had the day off from working and stuff and now my little annoying chicka thing that I'm suppose to be baby sitting is looking over my shoulder at the screen and it's really annoying. Oh well, at least I know how to type correctly or I wouldn't be able to glare at her and type at the same time. Heh. Well, on with the chapter. Oh, and by the way, the "Doctor Michaels" that it mentions in there happens to be /my/ doctor. I couldn't think of anyone else. I actually had to see him yesterday cuz, stupid me, I tripped and fell and cracked my ankle and I think I sprained it or something. Anyways, you people don't care cuz I'm just the author and all you want to do is read my ever-loverly story where nothing good will ever happen to Harry as long as I'm at the keyboard. And I will always be at the keyboard because there is a computer in my room. Oh well, talking too much. I suppose I just like to type. JOIN ME IN MY GUTTER AS I CONTINUE MY LOVERLY, LOVERLY FICCIE THAT YOU ALL SEEM TO LOVE SO MUCH.
Chapter 4
(By the way, there will never be a title to any of my chapters because I am not talented in that sort of thing. I had to have Shinigami061 (Jamie) actually help me with the title for the story, even though I ended up taking it off something I had written on the wall; yes I still write and color on my walls. ANYWAYS, on with the chapter that took me three days to update.)
The sounds of shuffling feet, snoring, and murmurs of conversation reached the ears of a young fifteen-year-old man currently occupying a bed in St. Mungos. Harry didn't move, remembering what had happened the day before. His uncle shot him; his uncle shot him. Merlin, what had he done so wrong to deserve such a punishment?
You killed your godfather, helped bring back the dark lord, and killed Cedric, whispered the nasty little voice in the back of Harry's mind. He clenched his eyes shut to hold back tears, knowing his conscience was right.
## No, I didn't kill Sirius. It was a mistake. ## The little voice just laughed at his feeble attempts to deny the truth. Not being able to hold back the anguished tears he had kept in so long, Harry felt one of the traitorous drops fall from the corner of his right eye and zigzag down to his chin. That's when he realized he was being propped up against pillows.
## Pillows? Where am I? ## Then the realization hit him that he couldn't possibly be in his cupboard, for he was in fact on a bed. And by searching with his hands, Harry found that it was too narrow to be any of the beds in the house. ## I'm not at number four! ## He could have jumped for joy at the comprehension that he was away from that monster. The feeling of happiness soon leaked from him, however, as he was faced with the challenge of identifying his surroundings. Three weeks in his cupboard had allowed him time to practice with his other four senses.
Harry began using these senses to determine where he was, if he wasn't home. His ears warned him that he wasn't alone in the room, but he pushed aside the questions of who could possibly be with him. Harry was aware that the person was snoring, obviously asleep, and seemed to be a man. He decided that it wasn't his uncle, this persons' snoring was much more controlled. It must be the person who had brought him to the hospital in the first place.
Taking in a deep breath, Harry deciphered several smells that brought memories of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. Was he at Hogwarts? No, there were too many foreign sounds for it to be the castle. He ran his hands over his body, finding that he had been dressed in hospital pajamas.
His eyes shot open. ## I'm in a hospital?! But who would take me? Who knew that I was hurt? ##
"Doctor Michaels to fourth floor, Potions and Plant Poisoning. Doctor Michaels to fourth floor." Came the voice of a woman over the intercom, paging one of the doctors.
Potions and Plant Poisoning. Harry was in St. Mungos. He raised a tentative hand to his shoulder and felt the already forming scar tissue where he had been shot. Knowing he would find the same thing on his knee, he didn't bother further exploration of his wounds. Someone had found him, and if he was at a hospital then they knew everything that had happened to Harry.
Overridden with humiliation and distress, Harry slid from the bed as silently as possible and felt along the walls to the door with a prominent limp. Confirming that the snoring of the man continued uninterrupted, he made his way out into the hall.
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Dumbledore looked up with a smile on his face as a great black raven came soaring through his open window. He reached out a hand and ran it over the head of the bird.
"Hello, Holmes." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes, "Where is your master?" he frowned as the bird held out its leg with a note attached. He reached down and pulled the envelope off, watching as the raven jumped from the desk and flew out the open window.
His cheery demeanor diminished, knowing that if Severus had sent his bird along with a note, then he couldn't have been there himself. It was not a reassuring thought as the headmaster opened the note.
Eyes wide with shock, Dumbledore nearly fell from his chair in alarm when he read the extensive injuries and psychological damage to the-boy-who- lived. In Merlin's name, he had never known, no one had. Harry was a proud boy and would have never disclosed such a personal problem; though he should have questioned the boy thoroughly about his home life.
The last paper attached to the report mentioning the sexual abuse made the headmaster gag; good god, what that monster had done to the boy was inexcusable. Dumbledore would see to it himself that the man was charged with rape and child abuse in front of the Ministry of Magic.
Feeling his face redden with anger he had not felt since the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore pulled a lemon drop out of the bowl on the far corner of his desk. After unwrapping the small yellow candy and popping it into his mouth, the headmaster calmed somewhat as it melted in his mouth. Muggles had a way with sweets, he had to admit.
Carefully laying the medical report and attached note from Severus in the top left drawer of his desk, Dumbledore went to see Minerva about securing a living environment for Harry in Hogwarts. They would have to see about permanent custody of the boy at a later time, but for now, this was the least they could do after leaving him with those people for fifteen years. He would never go back, Dumbledore would see to that.
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Severus awoke from a deep slumber to find that the bed to his left was empty. He jumped from the chair he had been dozing in and dashed out of the room. Looking around in vain for a raven-colored head in the crowd of milling patients and hospital workers, Severus swiftly reached the Nurse's Aid station near the middle of the hospital. He leaned on the blue-tiled counter in front of the wide-eyed mediwitches, trying to catch his breath and rub the stitch from his side.
"Please," he panted, beginning to worry, "Have you seen a boy of fifteen go by? He's about this high and has black hair." The witch simply shook her head, "He's blind, and he doesn't know where he is. Help me find him." Severus was becoming distraught, not even wanting to think what the headmaster would do if he found out he had lost the boy.
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Harry used his hands to propel him along the wall, groping in his search for someone, anyone, who would help him. He didn't know what had possessed him to leave the room, other then he was panicking at the lack of recognition to the atmosphere and he was feeling claustrophobic. He fell as he was pushed aside by a crowd of moving people as they rushed past, wheeling what sounded like a gurney.
"Can someone help me?" he called out, hoping someone would stop and see that he was having troubles. A nurse who had walked by with the group of other doctors working on a new patient turned to see a small, skinny boy sitting on the ground and backed up against the wall.
She walked over and knelt in front of him, "Do you need some help, dear?" she asked kindly, looking at the shoulder that was exposed by the drooping collar and showing what looked to be a bullet wound from one of those muggle contraptions; a gun.
Harry looked up to where he had heard the voice of a woman, "Yes, please. I need to get back to where I was." He knew it sounded stupid, but it was the truth.
The witch leaned in closer; obviously the boy was disorientated and had wandered away from his room. "Okay honey, do you know what room you were in?" she asked softly, not wanting to scare the boy. He looked barely older then thirteen by his height and stature, but something in his eyes claimed of an older age.
Shaking his head, Harry responded nervously, "No, I woke up there. I don't remember how I got here. The last thing I can remember is being at home."
Watching as the boy looked down in shame at his lack of information; she reached out and placed a gentle hand on the unwounded shoulder for comfort. The reaction she received was unexpected; Harry pulled back and scuttled backwards until he hit a corner, his arms raised in a sort of defensive position.
Shaking slightly, he apologized, "I, I'm sorry. I d-don't like to be touched." The witch raised a delicate eyebrow but respected the boys' space as she moved closer again and squatted in front of him.
Speaking softly, the witch said, "Its okay. My name is Melinda, I work here as a nurse. Now, do you remember what your room looked like?" She knew that the rooms looked different to accommodate each patients needs, so if she could find out the specifics of the room, it would be easier to locate it.
Harry looked up to where he heard her voice, though it was a little too far to the left and his eyes were beginning to redden, and whispered almost inaudibly, "I can't see."
Melinda now understood why the boy was wandering alone, looking so lost. She nodded her head and moved slightly closer. "What's your name, dear?"
Taking a minute to decide whether he should disclose his name to her and start uproar, he just said, "Harry." Knowing that if he had added 'Potter' she might put on some sort of show that would embarrass him terribly, Harry felt that he had handled the situation perfectly. If he had denied his name or said someone else's name (Neville Longbottom for example), complications and suspicions would have arisen.
Nodding her approval that he trusted her enough to reveal his name, she said, "Harry, I'm going to need you to stand up okay?" she watched as he did so, however it was awkwardly as though he hadn't walked correctly in some time. When he faltered, beginning to collapse, she reached out and caught him. Harry winced but made no movement away from her. "Are you all right?"
Harry shook slightly as the blood rushed to his head and muttered with a minor slur, "Got shot in the knee and shoulder." Melinda raised an eyebrow, but did not comment further. Patients often came in with muggle injuries that could not be handled by muggles themselves, or the patient in question would most certainly die.
She waved her wand and conjured a wheelchair which she helped Harry slide into. Melinda noted that the boy was undernourished and didn't look like he had had a decent meal in maybe a month. His bones in his arms felt weak and flimsy beneath her fingers; she began wondering who this Harry was and what exactly had happened to put him in such a state. He readjusted his legs (his left in particular) more comfortably, and then let his chin fall onto his chest in exhaustion from his trek.
"I'm going to take you to the Nurse's Aid Station, okay; then we can see if we can't find where your room is?" Melina asked. Nodding slightly, Harry stared forward, somewhere to the right as he was wheeled to the nurse's station. He began listening intently to the sounds around him, trying to catch the sound of that particular snoring coming from any of the rooms that they passed. Harry felt useless, sitting there and not being able to help relocate his own room.
Then Harry looked up as he heard a familiar voice say, "He's blind, and he doesn't know where he is. Help me find him." Searching his memory to match the voice, he was stunned at his conclusion.
"Professor Snape?" he whispered uncertainly, unsure if anyone had heard him; waiting for confirmation or denial. Harry heard a sudden silence then a breath of relief somewhere to his left. He looked to where he had heard the sound. There was a rush as a pair of footsteps reached his side.
Severus looked behind him from the countertop, knowing the nurses hadn't heard the nearly inaudible question for identification. He felt his stomach drop to his toes and bounce back up again when he saw Harry sitting behind him. His first instinct was to thank the stars that Albus hadn't shown up and wouldn't have to know; the second was to tell the boy off for leaving the room. Wait, no, he didn't care that Harry had left the room. He didn't care about that annoying little Gryffindor; Severus simply wished to keep his head in case Albus ever did find out. Yeah, that's it. He strode quickly to the boys side and squatted down next to the side and put his hand on the arm rest.
Feeling something drop next to his chair, Harry's reflex was to recoil. When he did, he heard something he thought he never would. Snape chuckled slightly, though nervously. Merlin's beard, he was either going to have a heart attack or burst into girlish giggles at the thought of his potions master /laughing/.
"Harry," Severus said, taking himself off guard by using the boy's first name, but he shook it off and continued, "I'm not going to hurt you, don't be afraid." (Yeah right, don't be afraid of your ex-Death Eater, evil potions professor) Severus ignored the looks from the nurses around him, especially the one he was getting from the witch standing behind the boys chair "Why did you leave the room, Harry?" he didn't mean to sound disappointed and caring, but it came naturally from instinct.
Dropping his head in shame, Harry stuttered, "I-I, I'm s-sorry. I w-woke up and d-didn't know where, where I was. I r-ran." He felt terrible that he had caused someone worry that he had left, but had he known that it was his evil ex-Death Eater potions professor, he would have stayed in his bed waited patiently for him to wake.
Severus raised a delicately arched eyebrow. He had almost expected Potter to lie, and then he remembered that this wasn't the same boy that he had tormented in class every day. This wasn't Potter; Potter was the mischief making Gryffindor who was the bane of his existence. The boy sitting in front of him in a wheelchair was Harry, someone no one had ever known before but had been there the entire time, hiding. No, Severus was quite sure that they would never have Potter back again.
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Ps- Remember to pray to Satan (or god, whatever) each night and thank him for the spell check he has so graciously bestowed upon my computer. Because without it you would all have to experience my terrible spelling. Ask Shinigami061 (Jamie), we were in the same English class. I flunked EVERY single spelling test. But I've had a college reading level since I was in fourth grade, ironic ain't it? Mwahahaha, just review or I'll kill you. Not really, but I can hope and wish. Please review, I have no friends or self esteem and it really helps when you people raise my ego a few more notches. ^_^ By the way, when I went back and did the spell check, I misspelled over one hundred words. And I spelled 'comfortable' wrong every single time (comphortable). Same with chapter one, I spelled 'nephew' as 'nefew' ever single time. Funny, no?