Important: I DO NOT OW HARRY POTTER!!!
Summary: In the end of Harry's fivth year.
PG-13 because of: Language, Nightmares, Abuse, rape, probably even slash,
hate, fights, songs and more 3rd Chapter: Hard Reality again
As funny and good as this day with his friends had been, as bad was the time that came after it. The injures he had had before had become worst, Vermon was now beating him to wake him up, to tell him it was time to fulfill his duties, or just for fun.
Harry was outside in the garden to paint the garden cottage while the temperature in the shadows was already 37°C, everyone would have stayed inside because in the sun it was unbearable! Harry had been touching his forehead every two minutes. His dark circled eyes were just fixed on the cottage to get it done as fast as possible.
Finally he had done everything outside so he went inside to drink a bit but his uncle said that he wouldn't get anything as long as he hadn't done all of his duties, so Harry went on cleaning the floor in the kitchen, the living room the new dining room, Dudley's room as well as Dudley's second room.
When he had finally done all of his duties, he was by far too tired to drink something so he simply laid down, stroking his owl and giving her an other owl-treat. But even though he was terrible tired he just couldn't go back to sleep, he knew very good what would happen then: He would have an other nightmare.an other terrible nightmare and he would awake from it screaming.uncle Vermon would come down the stairs and beat the shit out of him!
He did more for school than he had ever done before and when he had finally finished the potion book for the third time, he took out a his diary or more songbook and wrote an other song down it was called 'Tell me who I am.':
You see me everyday You say you are my friend You say you know me well You think I am what you see.
But I look in the mirror And see my own reflection Then I turn to you and start to yell:
Tell me who I am Tell me what I can What makes you think That you would know me? Do you really think That I am what you see?
They see me everyday They think I am their hero They think they know me well They think I am what they see.
But I look.
Tell me who I am Tell me what I can Tell me who I am Tell me what I can.
With that he put the songbook aside and went back to his wand less magic. All he could do at the moment was to cover his own look and to disguise the injures enough so you couldn't see them this easy and now he was trying unlocking charms but after he had done it he though by himself what he should do with that because he may be able to flee but where? Where should he flee?
The Burrow? That would bring the Weasleys in to much danger plus: Ron hadn't written him one letter even though Harry had already send him three.
The Grangers? Same as with the Weasleys plus they couldn't even defend themselves because they were Muggle and had no clue of how to perform magic.
Hogwarts? ..Dumbeldor would never allow it, he had said that here was the most safest place for him plus he would be under constant gaze of the teachers again.
Remus? That was really some idea, Harry thought by himself how he would greet him 'Hi Remus I know I am the reason your last and best friend died but probably we could hang around together nevertheless.'
Harry couldn't take it anymore, he was sitting here being beaten up all day, he had to write all three days but he didn't hear anything from the wizarding world 'They all think you a murder and a maniac!' he then thought and sat back on his bed where he soon fell asleep.
~~~~~Dream~~~~~
He was in a big room that looked a lot like a dungeon but much colder than the dungeons in Hogwarts. He started to walk to the right, he knew very good what was coming now so he opened the first door he found, but what he saw was worst than anything he could have suspected.
There hanging on the wall of the cell was his very own potion master and in front of him was the bastard with the bloody red eyes. Harry walked over to Snape, he couldn't hear what they were saying but he had noticed that somehow the victims he saw in his dreams became calmer when he talked with them so he walked over to Snape and began to talk.
Somehow it worked because even when a Crucio had been shot at Snape he didn't scream but his eyes were fixed on Harry "I will bring you help but where are you?" he asked fast and suddenly he heard the voice of his potion master in his head weak but it was there.
"Ri.Riddle house, under the living room." Harry nodded his head and with one last glance at the potion master he jumped between the curse and the man, he knew that pain was the only way to bring him out of those damn nightmares!
~~~~~End of Dream~~~~~
Finally Harry was back, he had woken up with his head hurting like mad but for the first time he hadn't screamed because of that, his thoughts were more on the look Snape had given him. This had never happened before. Normally he was just like a calming wind for the victims but today it seemed as if Snape had been able to see him.
Harry concentrated with all his mind on Hogwarts, he needed to inform someone there so he needed to find someone who was asleep and BINGO. Dumbeldor seemed to have been fallen asleep over all his paper work. 'Why am I helping this damn ass??? And why in hells name am I going to talk with Dumbeldor of all? The man that had let me down through the whole last year??? But I wont ever see them again so who cares.'
With that he touched the headmaster's shoulder and started to shake him lightly the old man awoke, he couldn't see anyone but he heard a voice that sounded like talking from far away "Snape had been captured, he is in the Riddle house in the dungeons under the living room. It is in Little Hampshire." With that the voice stopped.
Dumbeldor looked around in the room wondering if he had finally lost it completely, but he was sure that he had heard it. This voice had been very deep but somehow terrible familiar but from where did he know it?
~~~~~Two days later in the Dungeons of the Riddle house~~~~~
Snape had been hanging on the wall. Semiconscious. He had seen ghosts every night or at least he thought so for he had seen the golden boy every night and it even seemed as if the golden boy had tried his best to calm him.
Suddenly the door to his cell was opened, but just barely and a man with dirty blond hair ran inside.
"Hold on Sev just a little bit longer OK?" Snape tried to nod his head but everything hurt so horrible that he just couldn't. He could feel how Lupin's, normally weak but though the adrenaline at the moment very strong, arms made there way around Snape's by now skinny waist and how he started to carry the man out of the dungeon "Have you found him?" "Come here Arthur help me with him!" "Oh my.Sev." With that Arthur Weasley walked over to Snape as well and helped him on the other side.
Finally they had made it out of the house. "We have to get into the forest and from there we will have to bring you back into the Burrow, you can't go back to Hogwarts at the moment."
When they were finally in the forest they apparated. Arthur helped Severus on a couch while Remus brought down all the mending-supplies "Has he found out who you are Sev?" Arthur tried to start a conversation to take Sev off from his pain "No but....but though he didn't get Potter nor the Prophecy he thought he would have to let me suffer pain and now he said he wouldn't care what I do as long as I appear the next time he calls me." With that Snape started to drift away again but Remus held his head and started to stroke him and called his name so he wouldn't fall asleep while Arthur mend Sev's injures.
"Thank you guys.." was the last Snape said before he finally drifted away completely. Madam Pomfrey arrived two minuets later, she had a full timetable since Voldemort had returned but she went into full nurse manner when she saw Snape.
"You have to take care that he stays in bed for at least two weeks other then that he needs to drink a lot and make sure he eats from time to time and his temperature has gone down a lot so make sure he is warm." The two men nodded their heads and with that Madam Pomfrey left.
The two of them transformed the couch Snape was laying on, into a more comfortable bed and put it in front of the fireplace to wait and see when Snape would awake.
*************** I wish everyone a happy new year!
Summary: In the end of Harry's fivth year.
PG-13 because of: Language, Nightmares, Abuse, rape, probably even slash,
hate, fights, songs and more 3rd Chapter: Hard Reality again
As funny and good as this day with his friends had been, as bad was the time that came after it. The injures he had had before had become worst, Vermon was now beating him to wake him up, to tell him it was time to fulfill his duties, or just for fun.
Harry was outside in the garden to paint the garden cottage while the temperature in the shadows was already 37°C, everyone would have stayed inside because in the sun it was unbearable! Harry had been touching his forehead every two minutes. His dark circled eyes were just fixed on the cottage to get it done as fast as possible.
Finally he had done everything outside so he went inside to drink a bit but his uncle said that he wouldn't get anything as long as he hadn't done all of his duties, so Harry went on cleaning the floor in the kitchen, the living room the new dining room, Dudley's room as well as Dudley's second room.
When he had finally done all of his duties, he was by far too tired to drink something so he simply laid down, stroking his owl and giving her an other owl-treat. But even though he was terrible tired he just couldn't go back to sleep, he knew very good what would happen then: He would have an other nightmare.an other terrible nightmare and he would awake from it screaming.uncle Vermon would come down the stairs and beat the shit out of him!
He did more for school than he had ever done before and when he had finally finished the potion book for the third time, he took out a his diary or more songbook and wrote an other song down it was called 'Tell me who I am.':
You see me everyday You say you are my friend You say you know me well You think I am what you see.
But I look in the mirror And see my own reflection Then I turn to you and start to yell:
Tell me who I am Tell me what I can What makes you think That you would know me? Do you really think That I am what you see?
They see me everyday They think I am their hero They think they know me well They think I am what they see.
But I look.
Tell me who I am Tell me what I can Tell me who I am Tell me what I can.
With that he put the songbook aside and went back to his wand less magic. All he could do at the moment was to cover his own look and to disguise the injures enough so you couldn't see them this easy and now he was trying unlocking charms but after he had done it he though by himself what he should do with that because he may be able to flee but where? Where should he flee?
The Burrow? That would bring the Weasleys in to much danger plus: Ron hadn't written him one letter even though Harry had already send him three.
The Grangers? Same as with the Weasleys plus they couldn't even defend themselves because they were Muggle and had no clue of how to perform magic.
Hogwarts? ..Dumbeldor would never allow it, he had said that here was the most safest place for him plus he would be under constant gaze of the teachers again.
Remus? That was really some idea, Harry thought by himself how he would greet him 'Hi Remus I know I am the reason your last and best friend died but probably we could hang around together nevertheless.'
Harry couldn't take it anymore, he was sitting here being beaten up all day, he had to write all three days but he didn't hear anything from the wizarding world 'They all think you a murder and a maniac!' he then thought and sat back on his bed where he soon fell asleep.
~~~~~Dream~~~~~
He was in a big room that looked a lot like a dungeon but much colder than the dungeons in Hogwarts. He started to walk to the right, he knew very good what was coming now so he opened the first door he found, but what he saw was worst than anything he could have suspected.
There hanging on the wall of the cell was his very own potion master and in front of him was the bastard with the bloody red eyes. Harry walked over to Snape, he couldn't hear what they were saying but he had noticed that somehow the victims he saw in his dreams became calmer when he talked with them so he walked over to Snape and began to talk.
Somehow it worked because even when a Crucio had been shot at Snape he didn't scream but his eyes were fixed on Harry "I will bring you help but where are you?" he asked fast and suddenly he heard the voice of his potion master in his head weak but it was there.
"Ri.Riddle house, under the living room." Harry nodded his head and with one last glance at the potion master he jumped between the curse and the man, he knew that pain was the only way to bring him out of those damn nightmares!
~~~~~End of Dream~~~~~
Finally Harry was back, he had woken up with his head hurting like mad but for the first time he hadn't screamed because of that, his thoughts were more on the look Snape had given him. This had never happened before. Normally he was just like a calming wind for the victims but today it seemed as if Snape had been able to see him.
Harry concentrated with all his mind on Hogwarts, he needed to inform someone there so he needed to find someone who was asleep and BINGO. Dumbeldor seemed to have been fallen asleep over all his paper work. 'Why am I helping this damn ass??? And why in hells name am I going to talk with Dumbeldor of all? The man that had let me down through the whole last year??? But I wont ever see them again so who cares.'
With that he touched the headmaster's shoulder and started to shake him lightly the old man awoke, he couldn't see anyone but he heard a voice that sounded like talking from far away "Snape had been captured, he is in the Riddle house in the dungeons under the living room. It is in Little Hampshire." With that the voice stopped.
Dumbeldor looked around in the room wondering if he had finally lost it completely, but he was sure that he had heard it. This voice had been very deep but somehow terrible familiar but from where did he know it?
~~~~~Two days later in the Dungeons of the Riddle house~~~~~
Snape had been hanging on the wall. Semiconscious. He had seen ghosts every night or at least he thought so for he had seen the golden boy every night and it even seemed as if the golden boy had tried his best to calm him.
Suddenly the door to his cell was opened, but just barely and a man with dirty blond hair ran inside.
"Hold on Sev just a little bit longer OK?" Snape tried to nod his head but everything hurt so horrible that he just couldn't. He could feel how Lupin's, normally weak but though the adrenaline at the moment very strong, arms made there way around Snape's by now skinny waist and how he started to carry the man out of the dungeon "Have you found him?" "Come here Arthur help me with him!" "Oh my.Sev." With that Arthur Weasley walked over to Snape as well and helped him on the other side.
Finally they had made it out of the house. "We have to get into the forest and from there we will have to bring you back into the Burrow, you can't go back to Hogwarts at the moment."
When they were finally in the forest they apparated. Arthur helped Severus on a couch while Remus brought down all the mending-supplies "Has he found out who you are Sev?" Arthur tried to start a conversation to take Sev off from his pain "No but....but though he didn't get Potter nor the Prophecy he thought he would have to let me suffer pain and now he said he wouldn't care what I do as long as I appear the next time he calls me." With that Snape started to drift away again but Remus held his head and started to stroke him and called his name so he wouldn't fall asleep while Arthur mend Sev's injures.
"Thank you guys.." was the last Snape said before he finally drifted away completely. Madam Pomfrey arrived two minuets later, she had a full timetable since Voldemort had returned but she went into full nurse manner when she saw Snape.
"You have to take care that he stays in bed for at least two weeks other then that he needs to drink a lot and make sure he eats from time to time and his temperature has gone down a lot so make sure he is warm." The two men nodded their heads and with that Madam Pomfrey left.
The two of them transformed the couch Snape was laying on, into a more comfortable bed and put it in front of the fireplace to wait and see when Snape would awake.
*************** I wish everyone a happy new year!