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Harry Potter and His Fifth Year



Chapter 5 Healings



Snape walked out of the fire and was immediately rushed by Madam Pomprey. He handed the now mumbling ("Nothing I said nothing. . .") boy to her and walked back to the fire clutching his ribs. Snape threw in a different powder, "Dumbledore, I got him," he said to it.

Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. He motioned Snape into Pomprey's office. "What happened when you got there, Severus?"

"Took me forever with that Dursley idiot. Swung at me with a metal bat. Hurts like hell. So, after I blow up the bat he finally tells me where Harry is. A cupboard under the stairs. I open it and Harry is. . ." Snape took a deep breath, ". . . Harry is all bloody; cuts are everywhere. His eyes are all swollen. He kept mumbling 'Nothing, I said nothing.' Do you know what he means Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Mrs. Figg owled me concerning Harry. She said Harry had a swollen eye. When she asked how it happen, Harry went into a sort of fit. We'll have to talk to him about that. She got the uncle to help her get Harry inside. She asked him how Harry's eye got like that and he lied to her. I'm assuming he thought Harry had told her about something he had been hiding." Snape nodded his head. "Well, let's go see how Harry is, shall we?" Snape followed Dumbledore out. "Poppy what's the diagnosis?"

"Two snapped wrists, three cracked ribs, four bruised ribs, malnutrition, and numerous cut ranging from mild to very deep are a few of the main injuries. He was beaten pretty badly Headmaster. From the aging on some of the wounds I'd say the beating probably started when term ended."

Dumbledore and Snape sighed. Then, Albus said, "I must owl someone right away. Oh Poppy, keep any visitors out unless Mr. Weasley or Miss Granger come by. They are most worried." Dumbledore bided then all goodbye and swept out the door.

Snape was about to follow but Madam Pomprey stopped him. "Let me have a look at the ribs professor."

"My ribs are. . ."

"Don't be stubborn with me! Off with the shirt."

"You got to be kidding," the potions teacher rolled his eyes and turned to leave. Madam Pomprey shot some sharks at his ribs. Snape sucked in his breath as pressure mounted on his ribs. He grumbled and lay down on a vacant bed and pulled off his shirt.

"From the size of it, it looks like a bat, a metal bat. Two bruised," she prodded the purple discoloration. Snape groaned at the movement. "Make that three bruised ribs. He must have hit you hard."

"I'm fine. I'll just leave now. . ." he said trying to get up.

Madam Pomprey jabbed her wand into his side. Snape groaned and lay back down, glaring at the nurse. Poppy pointed his wand at the ugly bruise and said, "Medeor!" A white light shot out and the dark bruises got lighter. "There we go. It'll still hurt so give it some time," she tapped some bandages and they started to wrap themselves around Snape's chest. "Mr. Potter owes you his life. You saved him professor."

Severus Snape looked at Madam Pomprey wide eyed then at the sleeping Harry. "Not again!"







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