When Help is Needed
PG 13 (for dark themes and action/adventure violence)
Disclaimer: See chapter 1 and remember the mantra/chant: No sue! No sue! No sue.
Note: Okay, thank you my wonderful reviewers! I just hope I get more for chapter 2. I'll respond to them at the bottom of the page.
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Chapter 2: Waking Up and Questions
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*Parseltongue*
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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The first thing that Harry knew was that everything was excessively bright to be in the dorm. Heck, it was much too bright for comfort. Even if it was midnight, the room was all white. Just white blurs. But one thing was strange: there was something out of place in this room. It was on his feet: a big, black, blur.
He tried to move to find his glasses, but he found it was a futile attempt. He was restrained. Suddenly, something added up. Hospital Wing. restraints. now he had a few questions, the two main ones: how and why was he here? and Did they find out?
He guessed 'yes' but he reminded himself that with all the proof in the world, as long as he denied it, they had no real proof. They couldn't prove a thing about either the abuse or the - as he called it - therapy.
Now with all that wondering, what he wanted. no, needed. was his blade. But to add even more to the stress factor, A) he was restrained from getting up, and B) he forgot that there is always Veritaserum.
This only secured his need to break through the restraints; he NEEDED his knife! If he didn't get to it soon, he knew he'd either go insane or explode. Maybe both.
Suddenly, the big, black. thing. jumped off the foot of the bed and changed into a human. Wait. human? 'Sirius.' he remembered. But that didn't add up. the last thing he remembered was feeling really tired and dizzy and then going to sleep. If that was so, why was he here, restrained, and what was Sirius doing here? What was Sirius doing here? He could be caught! Suddenly, Sirius spoke and Harry decided to listen.
"Harry. how could you do something like this? Why didn't you tell us?"
Harry's brain froze. He remembered he would still deny everything. After all, he didn't know what Sirius was talking about, and he wasn't about to give anything away. "Do-do w-what?" he stuttered dumbly.
"You know what I'm talking about! You're not stupid!" To show what he was talking about, he grabbed Harry's left arm and showed the cuts - now scars.
"I - I - I don't know what you're t - talking about." he replied. He was never a good liar, but why did he have to be bad at it now? When it mattered?
"Harry. I know you do! Why didn't you tell us?" Sirius begged.
Harry once again began to struggle with his restraints while Sirius held him down.
"Harry, stop that. you're going to injure yourself even more!"
Harry quickly racked his brain for a lie and soon he found one. "But. but I have to use the restroom!" In his mind, his brain shouted in triumph for finding such a lie and being good at lying.
"You have to stay there. Nobody but Professor Dumbledore can let you out."
Harry could tell that was a lie, but decided to go along with it. As long as he got somewhere nobody could follow, he could use a summoning charm to call his knife. Then he would be free. While he was bleeding, he would be free. "Could you get him to let me out then? It's an emergency!" he demanded, still twisting and turning, just trying to get out in general.
Sirius gave him a suspicious look, then "Poppy!"
"What is it now?" out of her office, came Poppy Pomfrey, very mussed and tired. Then she noticed Harry, still wriggling.
"Could you let him out? He says he needs to use the restroom. emergency."
They shared a look that clearly stated 'yeah right', but let him out anyway.
After checking they couldn't somehow catch him, he bolted through the halls and to the statue of the witch with the hump. He practically yelled the password ("Dissendum") and rushed into the tunnel.
Reaching into his pocket, he discovered his wand wasn't there. Then, a thought occurred to him. How did he get into the passageway without his wand? That made no sense. Oh well. he shrugged. Cursing softly, he began wishing he had it. Suddenly, to his great surprise, his wand appeared in his hand. Marveling in this new discovery, he almost forgot what he was here for, until the stress burst again. Trying not to release any sobs until he was sure no one could see him, he reached his wand as far as it would go, and in a choked voice, called, "Accio Invisibility Cloak!" it came rushing to greet him, and now invisible, called his knife and the Marauder's Map.
Looking at the map, he made sure that no one was close to him. Satisfied, he opened the knife as a strange feeling overtook him, one that stood every time he gazed at a knife. It wasn't unlike the Imperious Curse; it was a feeling of pure bliss and he always wanted to do the same thing: end it all.
Making his decision, he lowered the knife to his upturned wrist as if in a trance.
He remembered pretty much his whole existence: his mother begging for his life, his torture with the Dursleys, finding out he was a wizard, first, second, third and fourth years.
He wasn't sure when his wrist had begun gushing blood or when he had started crying, he only knew they were happening. He also didn't know when the cloak had slipped off and when he had become dizzy from blood loss (again!) and collapsed to the floor. All he knew was that it was true. He never knew who burst into the secret passage and picked him up because it was then that he lost consciousness.
Harry felt himself returning to consciousness about five minutes later, but what was strange was that he wasn't bleeding anymore and the room he was in wasn't the hospital wing. It was cool but he could tell there was a fire somewhere in the room. He felt a combination of things: tiredness and comfort. Everything in the room was comfortable. He was so tired that he just lay there, not daring to open his eyes. Especially when he heard voices.
"Where did you find him?!"
"Black used his nose to get his scent and I followed. We don't know how Harry knew about that passageway, nor do we know where he learned wand less magic. How we know he used that is because his wand was in the Hospital Wing until it just disappeared and we found it on the floor next to Harry." There was a pause, and then, "What do you think is going to happen?" the voice was familiar, silky and deep; something Harry knew from his early childhood. Comforting.
"If this arrangement doesn't work out, we might need to send him to St. Mungo's." there was that first voice up again.
'Arrangement?' Harry wondered distantly. 'What arrangement?' His mind was getting tired again and he couldn't recognize any of the voices.
"You want to send my SON to St. Mungo's?! Albus, have you lost your mind?!"
"Severus, calm down. I don't think with all of us helping, he'll have to go to St. Mungo's."
In Harry's mind, he barely registered anything but 'Son? I'm a son?' and then he fell back asleep.
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"Oh Bugger!" Sirius exclaimed as Harry ran off. He changed back to Snuffles to pick up a scent and once he got it, he ran to Severus' office to get him; after all, he WAS Harry's father! They had found out a couple days before his birthday from a forgotten letter from Lily to Severus when Severus was throwing out some old stuff that he no longer needed. They were still deciding on how to tell Harry. Luckily, the changes hadn't been too pronounced, so nobody really noticed. Only those who were looking for them did.
Finally getting there, he looked carefully around, checking that nobody was there, and changed back. He pounded on the door. "Severus!" he hollered.
Moments later, a very annoyed Snape opened the door. "What business do you have to disturb my sleep, Mutt?!"
"Follow me."
"I'm not going to follow you anywhere, Black. What do you think I am; stupid?
"It's about your son," he said through gritted teeth.
The annoyed look changed to concern very quickly and he asked, "what happened?"
"C'mon and I'll explain later." With that, Snuffles stood in his place and he regained the scent.
Once they got to the statue, Snuffles began to whine.
"What is it? Is he in THERE?"
Checking around, he became Sirius Black again. "There's blood mixed with his scent."
Snape's pale face became paler. "How do we get in?"
"Tap the statue with your wand and say 'Dissendum'."
Snape did that and rushed in, grabbed him, and carried him back to the remodeled rooms. Somewhere along the way Harry had passed out. Severus just hoped it wasn't too late.
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Harry woke completely again to find himself in the same comfortable room. The weird thing he noticed was that there was someone holding his hand. It felt like someone's hands. The hands were long and slender; elegant. They felt familiar, like something he remembered from childhood. Whoever's hand it was, it was comforting.
Wondering who it was, he peeped open one eye, expecting to be assaulted by light. When that didn't happen, he cautiously opened his other eye and looked at the person. He noticed something strange. He didn't need glasses anymore! He noticed something else strange: that they person was Snape! He was just sitting there, asleep. Letting go of his hand gently, as not to wake him, Harry slipped out of bed and headed for the door. He needed to think. He was just about to reach for the handle when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a smooth voice stopped him. "And where might you be going, Mr. Potter?"
He slowly turned around to find.
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Severus Snape woke up to the feeling of coldness in his hand, an empty feeling. Looking up, he found that Harry was sneaking toward the door. The only thing was that he didn't look like the old Harry anymore. He now didn't look at all like James Potter, the man he thought was his father for all these years.
Noticing that he was getting very close to the door and not feeling like chasing him down at the moment, he glided over to the where Harry was about to grab the knob.
In the most silky and haunting voice, he asked, "And where might you be going, Mr. Potter?"
Harry, his previously most hated student, and recently discovered son froze in his tracks and turned around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"P - Professor? I - I was just going outside. to - to think!"
"Harry, I believe we need to talk."
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Okay, now it's time to answer some reviews:
First of all, I want to say I never expected any reviews (except my Best Bud Page, of course), so I want to say THANK YOU AND PLEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER! DON'T FORGET TO UPDATE YOUR OWN STORIES!!
Cokefreak: Thank you soooo much for reviewing! Keep reading this story, okay? It'll get better.
Princess Ashley: Thanks for reviewing! No, Harry's not going to die.
RoseFairy: Thanks for reviewing and being honest. The only problem is that I probably need help to get the stuff before that and maybe this chapter will be better. I don't know. Just please tell me what you think about this chapter and if you can help in any way. Thanks.
"Page"- Hey, Bekah! (oops, was I supposed to write your name? Oh well. () Thank you SOO much for supporting my story!! I'll see u on Monday, okie?
Wink at J00: Hey! Thank so much for reviewing, even if that review was hard to read. lol. Review this next chapter.
Moonlight: Hey, and thanks for reviewing my first chapter! Keep reviewing!
PG 13 (for dark themes and action/adventure violence)
Disclaimer: See chapter 1 and remember the mantra/chant: No sue! No sue! No sue.
Note: Okay, thank you my wonderful reviewers! I just hope I get more for chapter 2. I'll respond to them at the bottom of the page.
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Chapter 2: Waking Up and Questions
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Parseltongue*
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The first thing that Harry knew was that everything was excessively bright to be in the dorm. Heck, it was much too bright for comfort. Even if it was midnight, the room was all white. Just white blurs. But one thing was strange: there was something out of place in this room. It was on his feet: a big, black, blur.
He tried to move to find his glasses, but he found it was a futile attempt. He was restrained. Suddenly, something added up. Hospital Wing. restraints. now he had a few questions, the two main ones: how and why was he here? and Did they find out?
He guessed 'yes' but he reminded himself that with all the proof in the world, as long as he denied it, they had no real proof. They couldn't prove a thing about either the abuse or the - as he called it - therapy.
Now with all that wondering, what he wanted. no, needed. was his blade. But to add even more to the stress factor, A) he was restrained from getting up, and B) he forgot that there is always Veritaserum.
This only secured his need to break through the restraints; he NEEDED his knife! If he didn't get to it soon, he knew he'd either go insane or explode. Maybe both.
Suddenly, the big, black. thing. jumped off the foot of the bed and changed into a human. Wait. human? 'Sirius.' he remembered. But that didn't add up. the last thing he remembered was feeling really tired and dizzy and then going to sleep. If that was so, why was he here, restrained, and what was Sirius doing here? What was Sirius doing here? He could be caught! Suddenly, Sirius spoke and Harry decided to listen.
"Harry. how could you do something like this? Why didn't you tell us?"
Harry's brain froze. He remembered he would still deny everything. After all, he didn't know what Sirius was talking about, and he wasn't about to give anything away. "Do-do w-what?" he stuttered dumbly.
"You know what I'm talking about! You're not stupid!" To show what he was talking about, he grabbed Harry's left arm and showed the cuts - now scars.
"I - I - I don't know what you're t - talking about." he replied. He was never a good liar, but why did he have to be bad at it now? When it mattered?
"Harry. I know you do! Why didn't you tell us?" Sirius begged.
Harry once again began to struggle with his restraints while Sirius held him down.
"Harry, stop that. you're going to injure yourself even more!"
Harry quickly racked his brain for a lie and soon he found one. "But. but I have to use the restroom!" In his mind, his brain shouted in triumph for finding such a lie and being good at lying.
"You have to stay there. Nobody but Professor Dumbledore can let you out."
Harry could tell that was a lie, but decided to go along with it. As long as he got somewhere nobody could follow, he could use a summoning charm to call his knife. Then he would be free. While he was bleeding, he would be free. "Could you get him to let me out then? It's an emergency!" he demanded, still twisting and turning, just trying to get out in general.
Sirius gave him a suspicious look, then "Poppy!"
"What is it now?" out of her office, came Poppy Pomfrey, very mussed and tired. Then she noticed Harry, still wriggling.
"Could you let him out? He says he needs to use the restroom. emergency."
They shared a look that clearly stated 'yeah right', but let him out anyway.
After checking they couldn't somehow catch him, he bolted through the halls and to the statue of the witch with the hump. He practically yelled the password ("Dissendum") and rushed into the tunnel.
Reaching into his pocket, he discovered his wand wasn't there. Then, a thought occurred to him. How did he get into the passageway without his wand? That made no sense. Oh well. he shrugged. Cursing softly, he began wishing he had it. Suddenly, to his great surprise, his wand appeared in his hand. Marveling in this new discovery, he almost forgot what he was here for, until the stress burst again. Trying not to release any sobs until he was sure no one could see him, he reached his wand as far as it would go, and in a choked voice, called, "Accio Invisibility Cloak!" it came rushing to greet him, and now invisible, called his knife and the Marauder's Map.
Looking at the map, he made sure that no one was close to him. Satisfied, he opened the knife as a strange feeling overtook him, one that stood every time he gazed at a knife. It wasn't unlike the Imperious Curse; it was a feeling of pure bliss and he always wanted to do the same thing: end it all.
Making his decision, he lowered the knife to his upturned wrist as if in a trance.
He remembered pretty much his whole existence: his mother begging for his life, his torture with the Dursleys, finding out he was a wizard, first, second, third and fourth years.
He wasn't sure when his wrist had begun gushing blood or when he had started crying, he only knew they were happening. He also didn't know when the cloak had slipped off and when he had become dizzy from blood loss (again!) and collapsed to the floor. All he knew was that it was true. He never knew who burst into the secret passage and picked him up because it was then that he lost consciousness.
Harry felt himself returning to consciousness about five minutes later, but what was strange was that he wasn't bleeding anymore and the room he was in wasn't the hospital wing. It was cool but he could tell there was a fire somewhere in the room. He felt a combination of things: tiredness and comfort. Everything in the room was comfortable. He was so tired that he just lay there, not daring to open his eyes. Especially when he heard voices.
"Where did you find him?!"
"Black used his nose to get his scent and I followed. We don't know how Harry knew about that passageway, nor do we know where he learned wand less magic. How we know he used that is because his wand was in the Hospital Wing until it just disappeared and we found it on the floor next to Harry." There was a pause, and then, "What do you think is going to happen?" the voice was familiar, silky and deep; something Harry knew from his early childhood. Comforting.
"If this arrangement doesn't work out, we might need to send him to St. Mungo's." there was that first voice up again.
'Arrangement?' Harry wondered distantly. 'What arrangement?' His mind was getting tired again and he couldn't recognize any of the voices.
"You want to send my SON to St. Mungo's?! Albus, have you lost your mind?!"
"Severus, calm down. I don't think with all of us helping, he'll have to go to St. Mungo's."
In Harry's mind, he barely registered anything but 'Son? I'm a son?' and then he fell back asleep.
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"Oh Bugger!" Sirius exclaimed as Harry ran off. He changed back to Snuffles to pick up a scent and once he got it, he ran to Severus' office to get him; after all, he WAS Harry's father! They had found out a couple days before his birthday from a forgotten letter from Lily to Severus when Severus was throwing out some old stuff that he no longer needed. They were still deciding on how to tell Harry. Luckily, the changes hadn't been too pronounced, so nobody really noticed. Only those who were looking for them did.
Finally getting there, he looked carefully around, checking that nobody was there, and changed back. He pounded on the door. "Severus!" he hollered.
Moments later, a very annoyed Snape opened the door. "What business do you have to disturb my sleep, Mutt?!"
"Follow me."
"I'm not going to follow you anywhere, Black. What do you think I am; stupid?
"It's about your son," he said through gritted teeth.
The annoyed look changed to concern very quickly and he asked, "what happened?"
"C'mon and I'll explain later." With that, Snuffles stood in his place and he regained the scent.
Once they got to the statue, Snuffles began to whine.
"What is it? Is he in THERE?"
Checking around, he became Sirius Black again. "There's blood mixed with his scent."
Snape's pale face became paler. "How do we get in?"
"Tap the statue with your wand and say 'Dissendum'."
Snape did that and rushed in, grabbed him, and carried him back to the remodeled rooms. Somewhere along the way Harry had passed out. Severus just hoped it wasn't too late.
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Harry woke completely again to find himself in the same comfortable room. The weird thing he noticed was that there was someone holding his hand. It felt like someone's hands. The hands were long and slender; elegant. They felt familiar, like something he remembered from childhood. Whoever's hand it was, it was comforting.
Wondering who it was, he peeped open one eye, expecting to be assaulted by light. When that didn't happen, he cautiously opened his other eye and looked at the person. He noticed something strange. He didn't need glasses anymore! He noticed something else strange: that they person was Snape! He was just sitting there, asleep. Letting go of his hand gently, as not to wake him, Harry slipped out of bed and headed for the door. He needed to think. He was just about to reach for the handle when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a smooth voice stopped him. "And where might you be going, Mr. Potter?"
He slowly turned around to find.
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Severus Snape woke up to the feeling of coldness in his hand, an empty feeling. Looking up, he found that Harry was sneaking toward the door. The only thing was that he didn't look like the old Harry anymore. He now didn't look at all like James Potter, the man he thought was his father for all these years.
Noticing that he was getting very close to the door and not feeling like chasing him down at the moment, he glided over to the where Harry was about to grab the knob.
In the most silky and haunting voice, he asked, "And where might you be going, Mr. Potter?"
Harry, his previously most hated student, and recently discovered son froze in his tracks and turned around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"P - Professor? I - I was just going outside. to - to think!"
"Harry, I believe we need to talk."
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Okay, now it's time to answer some reviews:
First of all, I want to say I never expected any reviews (except my Best Bud Page, of course), so I want to say THANK YOU AND PLEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER! DON'T FORGET TO UPDATE YOUR OWN STORIES!!
Cokefreak: Thank you soooo much for reviewing! Keep reading this story, okay? It'll get better.
Princess Ashley: Thanks for reviewing! No, Harry's not going to die.
RoseFairy: Thanks for reviewing and being honest. The only problem is that I probably need help to get the stuff before that and maybe this chapter will be better. I don't know. Just please tell me what you think about this chapter and if you can help in any way. Thanks.
"Page"- Hey, Bekah! (oops, was I supposed to write your name? Oh well. () Thank you SOO much for supporting my story!! I'll see u on Monday, okie?
Wink at J00: Hey! Thank so much for reviewing, even if that review was hard to read. lol. Review this next chapter.
Moonlight: Hey, and thanks for reviewing my first chapter! Keep reviewing!
