Snape rushed towards Harry's cell. He went as fast as he could without making himself noticable. Voldemort had told him that every two hours a Death Eater went to Harry's cell and hurt him. Some used the Unforgivable Curses, and others used just brute force. The last Death Eater had left ten minutes ago, saying that Harry wasn't going to have much longer. Snape, trying to fool Voldemort, said that he would go 'beat up,' Harry next. Voldemort was delighted.
He walked past the cells, looking for the one that had the number 313. Voldemort told him that that was Harry's cell. He passed 300, and found the one he was looking for. He pulled out his wand.
"Alahomora," he whispered, and the door swung open. The cell was damp and cold, with no windows. He searched througth the darkness, looking for the boy. He raised his wand again.
"Lumos," a beem protruded from his wand. He looked franticly for him. He pointed his wand in the farthest corner. He landed it on Harry. He ran over to him, and bent over next to him. He was knocked out, and looked horrible. His robes were torn, and blood seeped through some ripps. Ther were long cuts on his arms and face. He had two black eyes and his scar was dried in blood. To add to his apposal, what part of his skin that wasn't cut, it was bruised or pale. In simpler terms, if Snape didn't see Harry's chest rise and fall every once in a while, he would have guessed that Harry was dead.
"Potter, Potter! Wake up!" he hissed at him, shaking his shoulders. Harry didn't move. "Come on, boy! Wake up!" he shook his shoulders more roughly. Harry took a deep, shakey breath, and coughed. He did not open his eyes. Snape breathed a sigh of relief.
"Potter. Open your eyes, come on!" Harry flinched as Snape shook him. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and stared up at Snape. He stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand. Then his eyes opened wide.
"Pro-Professor?" he said shakily. He tried to sit up, but cried out in pain and layed back down. Snape held his shoulders.
"No, don't get up. What has happened to you?" he asked him. Harry rubbed his eyes, trying to get a better focus.
"I'm not really sure. I remember a Death Eater, Nott I think, come and take me to Voldemort. Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse on me twice, and I passed out. Then I woke up when someone came in here and started to torture me. I've had the curse put on me seven more times. Then they had pleasure in cutting, kicking, and punching me. I think they broke my ribs again. And to add to my fun, the drafts are getting to me. I don't think I can take anymore of this." Harry wiped some blood of his face with his robes. Snape saw him wipe away some tears mixing in with his blood, too. He actually felt bad for the boy. He would trade himself for Harry. He had never been put through that, no one he had ever known or heard about had. And yet this 15 year old boy had. He was ashamed.
"You've got to hold on, Harry. The Headmaster and a group of Aurors and Professors are coming tomorrow morning. I'll come get you, so make sure you're ready. Hold on, Harry. Hold on." Snape put his hand on Harry's head and walked out the door. He turned around.
"Oh, and when the next Death Eater comes in, pretend that I gave you the worst beating yet. Please hold on, boy." he frowned and closed the door.
Harry stared at Snape leave. His eyes burned as tears rolled down his face.
"Don't worry, Professor. I'll try. I'll really try." He wiped away his tears and waited for tomorrow to come.
A/N: Eeek! It was so hard doing all these mean things to my Harry! I love Snape and Harry, so I made Snape feel bad for him. Sorry if it was to short! Oh, and read Gir, Baasheep, and AngelZash's stories. They are so good! Thanx for reading! Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!