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Chapter Three-Breaking Down
"Stupid boy! Useless!" The voices seemed to yell towards him, a sharp smack as Harry began to sob in the corner, his tiny body being far to abused.
"It's all your fault Harry!" The voices cried. He didn't understand, he didn't mean to kill her.
"You killed her Harry!" Another male voice called.
"No, I'm sorry, please!" He cried out.
"It's all your fault, you killed them Harry!" It was Snape's voice loud and clear, along with Vernon's and Lupin's.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The piercing scream shattered the night's quite like a knife cut bread. Severus was out of bed and in his son's bedroom with in seconds. Opening the door he looked at his son, who was now sitting up in his bed and breathing heavily. He looked up, fear etched in his eyes, flinching slightly.
"Harry?" Severus didn't quite know what to do, to ask him if he was okay would be stupid and pointless. It was very obvious that the boy was anything but 'okay'.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. Severus walked into the room and sat down on his son's bed.
"Sorry for what?"
"Waking you up," Severus shook his head and placed a hand on Harry's pale cheek, he didn't miss the small flinch.
"Don't be sorry, I would rather you wake up from a horrible dream screaming so someone can help you than holding it all inside of you. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, Harry looked at him, hesitant about what to say.
"You might think I'm being stupid," Severus shook his head.
"Tell you what, there's some ice cream in the kitchen, seeing as the elves are sleeping at the moment, I don't think they would mind if we had some in the living room," Harry nodded slowly. Severus smiled and helped his son slowly out of the bed. Harry was very wobbly as they walked down the stairs and into the large kitchen. Severus watched as Harry planted himself by the door and watched him. Smiling Severus grabbed two spoons and the ice cream from the large freezer. He then turned and directed his son into the living room, there wasn't much left really, and Severus didn't think they would be eating much really.
Severus watched his son poking at the ice cream, a little while later the ice cream was gone and Harry was quiet.
"Did they hit you every time you had a nightmare?" He asked.
"Yes, the beatings weren't horrible, not really, it was the things he would say during the beatings," Harry whispered.
"Harry, when did he first begin to hit you?"
"I don't really remember, um I wasn't very old, maybe three or four," he whispered looking at his hands. Severus felt the anger rise in his throat and shook his head, this wasn't a time to be angry, but a time to be "dad".
"Come here," he said softly. Harry looked at him and slowly scooted over so he was sitting beside his father.
"I don't know what they ever told you, but it was a lie," he whispered.
"Would they have said them if they weren't true. I'm useless, people either love me for my fame or hate me for it. I killed my own parents and people think I'm a damn savior!" He cried. Severus gently pulled the boy into a tight embrace and sighed.
"You did nothing of the sort. Harry, no one but Voldemort killed Lily and James. I know it hurts, and I wish it had never happened. They died saving your life, not by your hands. As for Vernon and Petunia, they are liars and nothing less. You are not useless, nor are you a savior. You are Harold James Potter Snape, and you should be proud of that. You are a boy. Those people who act like you are a savior don't understand that you are just a child. Don't think for a moment that it was your fault."
"Mum might still be alive, you'd still have your wife," Harry began to cry. Severs pulled Harry closer, until the boy's head rested on his shoulder.
"Harry, I'm telling you this now, Voldemort would have stopped at nothing to kill your mother and James. Eventually maybe even you. But he didn't he didn't kill you. You are your mother's legacy," he whispered.
"I tried to be good, but no matter what happened. Vernon would always berate me or mum," he whimpered. Severus rubbed the boy's back and sighed.
"Harry you were good, you were, they were blinded," Severus whispered. Harry began to break down, as his mind whirled around what had been, what could have been. Sobbing against his father's chest. Severus closed his eyes, thinking about what had happened, it hurt so horribly bad, and slowly he allowed the tears to fall as well. Within moments the usually well controlled Potions Master and his son were both sobbing in sadness from their loss.
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