Amazing grace, how sweet the sound;
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found
was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear;
and grace my fear relieved.
How precious did that grace appear;
that hour I first believed.
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come.
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far;
and grace will lead me home.
The lord has promised well to me;
this word my hop secures.
Go will my shield and portion be;
as long as life endures.
-Amazing Grace
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Hate is A Powerful Thing
Chapter Three: Harry?
By: MostEvilKitten
Harry was somewhere dark and he was falling but he wasn't afraid. In fact he couldn't feel a thing. He knew that this was odd and that he should be afraid, but somehow everything just seemed so peaceful. The darkness wasn't something to fear, because, as he heard someone say once, there is nothing there in the dark that wasn't there in the light
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It was the day after Severus had got Harry away from his relative's house and he was sitting in a chair near Harry's new bed. He sat there and watched Harry sleep afraid that those bloody Muggles did too much damage to the boy for him to fully recover. In fact he knew that the boy would never fully recover. Well at least not mentally, but right now he was worried about the physical wounds that they inflected upon the boy.
He was worried that the boy might not ever come out of this coma, as Severus called it. The thing was that he didn't know what was truly wrong with the boy. He was tempted to take him to Hogwarts and let Madam Pomfrey take care of his wounds, but he knew that if Harry was anywhere near Hogwarts Dumbledore would know and he would demand answers of Severus that he wasn't repaired to give.
Then the Headmaster would make up some excuse about his wounds or even place memory charms on a few people and send the boy back to his relative's, and Severus couldn't let that happen. No! He was going to make it so that the boy never had to ever look at those veil Muggles again, even if he would get sent to the wizards' prison, Azkaban.
No one should be put though what was done to the boy. No one! Well maybe Voldemort, but that was a different story. Severus didn't know exactly what had been done but he could tell by the way he found the boy, that it was something horrible. He knew that he would never be able to get rid of that scene that was still playing over and over again, burnt into his mind. It would always be there, haunting him every time he would look at the boy.
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Flashback.
He was watching the four people on the other end of the street as they were watching him take Harry away. He wondered what they might be thinking. Did they think that he was a Death Eater taking Harry to Voldemort and his death? He knew that they wouldn't think that he was the boy's guardian angel taking him away from a life of torture and pain to a safe place, not the way he was dressed. Which, Snape thought, was a good thing, because if they thought the Death Eaters had Harry then they wouldn't be looking where he was going to take Harry.
He watched them and noticed some very curious things about the four people who were on the same street as him. Albus Dumbledore was behind all of them, watching anxiously has the other three rushed towards him and Harry. Severus wondered why the old man wasn't making a move to rescue the boy.
Then there was Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. They were both rushing towards the two of them. Molly Weasley seemed to have tears sliding down her face as she watched Severus holding the boy on the other end of the Drive, not knowing that it was Severus and not another Death Eater. Arthur's face was red and he wasn't breathing very well, but he still ran to help the boy.
Sirius Black, the boy's godfather, was in the lead and it was a considerable lead at that. Anger lined his face, and fear pushed him on at what was an inhuman pace. It was as if he had changed into his Animagus form, and it seemed like Black was about to get them when he suddenly was thrown back.
Severus smirked at this. He had never liked Sirius Black, in fact he hated him, and to watch as the man was thrown back twenty feet made the man smile a bit, but his thoughts were soon turned back towards Harry and he Apparated away quickly.
When the two of them Disapparated they were in a small cottage on the outskirts of a small wizarding village near London. It was a cottage that had been in the Snape family for years, one that hadn't been visited by any member of the Snape family in over a hundred years. Everyone in the family knew about it, but no one went there. There was a curse on it, or so everyone was told.
It was said that the cottage was curse by a member of an old pureblood family that had long since died out. The curse was said to give a person constant nightmares whenever they slept under the roof of the cottage, but Severus wasn't concerned with the curse right now. He was worried about Harry.
They had Disapparated into one of the bedrooms that quietly sat in the house. He quickly put the small boy into one of the old beds and got to work. First he used a little charm to clean off all the blood that cover the boy. When he had finished he got a good look at Harry, which made him stubble back with a gasp.
The boy's skin was ashen and paper thin from the lack of food. His cheekbones jutted out as well as his ribs and hipbones. Most of his body was covered in livid burses and angry red cuts, some of which were still bleeding. The boy's breathing was swallow and ragged and Severus feared that a broke rib might have punctured one of his lungs.
He reached into his robes and pulled out every potion and other things that he had brought to help the boy, but soon found that he didn't have enough potions to help and had to go quickly to his office to get them. He picked up his wand and made a fire in the room's fireplace as he pulled out a pouch of Floo powder with the other hand. Throwing a pinch of Floo powder he walked into the flames and called out "Hogwarts Snape's office".
As quickly as possible he gathered everything that he would need to help Harry and quickly Flooed back to the cottage. When he got back he rushed over to the boy's bed and placed all the potions on the bedside table. He was putting them in order and was getting ready to get started on the boy when a sudden chill went up his spine and his heart filled with dread.
THE BOY WASN'T BREATHING!!!!
The thought went through his head as he turned quickly to the boy. Harry's lips were blue with the lack of oxygen and he looked as if he was sleeping peacefully. Panic went through Severus has he worked a couple of healing charms to get the boy to breath again, but nothing seemed to work. Severus took a deep breath and tried to think. What was he going to do? Suddenly he thought about something that Muggles do. They would send electricity through the body of a person, whose heart had stopped to get it working again.
Severus thought that his might be a good idea. He pointed his wand at Harry's chest and whispered a spell and a moment later Harry's small body jumped off the bed, but he still wasn't breathing. Severus tried the spell a couple more times, before he finally heard Harry take deep breathes in. He sighed in relief and went back to help the boy.
First he had to know what was wrong with Harry, so he did a charm that Madam Pomfrey had shown him before. It was required apiece of parchment, a quill and a wand. When you put the charm on it would make the quill write down whatever injury the person has on the piece parchment, so that you could know what was wrong with the person. That is what he did. The placed the charm on Harry and moments later each and every cut, burse, broken bone and other injuries were written down on the parchment, which ended up over a foot long.
Severus scanned the list with a worried expression. How could anyone be that veil to do all that to a child? He read over the list and when he came to the last thing listed he had a shocked expression as he fell back into a chair. How was he going to deal with this?
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That's were he was again, in the chair, thinking the same thoughts has before. How was he going to deal with this? It was simply too much to deal with alone, but he couldn't go to anyone without alerting the wrong person to where Harry was.
He had spent all of that night healing Harry of his physical wounds. Cleaning the cuts, and repairing the broken bones, but now he could do nothing else but let the boy get some rest. He had put Harry into a magic coma, in order for the boy to get that rest.
Severus could feel his dark mark twinge a bit. What if Voldemort was to call him when he was here with Harry, and there was no one else around to watch after the boy. He wasn't going to leave the boy alone again, what if he stops breathing again? No! He couldn't let that happen.
He took a deep breath and picked up the parchment that listed Harry's injuries again. He knew what he had to do. He had to get the only person who cared for the boy as a father. The only person who he could probably get to believe him when he told him about the things that were done to the boy by those Muggles, the only person who had really known Lily's sister to know what she was capable of. That person was Sirius Black.
Severus was getting a headache again. He didn't want to see Sirius, but he had on other choice, so after placing a charm on Harry that would alert him if anything was amiss with him, he Flooed back to Hogwarts.
"I just hope Sirius doesn't kill me." He said mentally before the Floo network took him away.
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found
was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear;
and grace my fear relieved.
How precious did that grace appear;
that hour I first believed.
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come.
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far;
and grace will lead me home.
The lord has promised well to me;
this word my hop secures.
Go will my shield and portion be;
as long as life endures.
-Amazing Grace
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Hate is A Powerful Thing
Chapter Three: Harry?
By: MostEvilKitten
Harry was somewhere dark and he was falling but he wasn't afraid. In fact he couldn't feel a thing. He knew that this was odd and that he should be afraid, but somehow everything just seemed so peaceful. The darkness wasn't something to fear, because, as he heard someone say once, there is nothing there in the dark that wasn't there in the light
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It was the day after Severus had got Harry away from his relative's house and he was sitting in a chair near Harry's new bed. He sat there and watched Harry sleep afraid that those bloody Muggles did too much damage to the boy for him to fully recover. In fact he knew that the boy would never fully recover. Well at least not mentally, but right now he was worried about the physical wounds that they inflected upon the boy.
He was worried that the boy might not ever come out of this coma, as Severus called it. The thing was that he didn't know what was truly wrong with the boy. He was tempted to take him to Hogwarts and let Madam Pomfrey take care of his wounds, but he knew that if Harry was anywhere near Hogwarts Dumbledore would know and he would demand answers of Severus that he wasn't repaired to give.
Then the Headmaster would make up some excuse about his wounds or even place memory charms on a few people and send the boy back to his relative's, and Severus couldn't let that happen. No! He was going to make it so that the boy never had to ever look at those veil Muggles again, even if he would get sent to the wizards' prison, Azkaban.
No one should be put though what was done to the boy. No one! Well maybe Voldemort, but that was a different story. Severus didn't know exactly what had been done but he could tell by the way he found the boy, that it was something horrible. He knew that he would never be able to get rid of that scene that was still playing over and over again, burnt into his mind. It would always be there, haunting him every time he would look at the boy.
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Flashback.
He was watching the four people on the other end of the street as they were watching him take Harry away. He wondered what they might be thinking. Did they think that he was a Death Eater taking Harry to Voldemort and his death? He knew that they wouldn't think that he was the boy's guardian angel taking him away from a life of torture and pain to a safe place, not the way he was dressed. Which, Snape thought, was a good thing, because if they thought the Death Eaters had Harry then they wouldn't be looking where he was going to take Harry.
He watched them and noticed some very curious things about the four people who were on the same street as him. Albus Dumbledore was behind all of them, watching anxiously has the other three rushed towards him and Harry. Severus wondered why the old man wasn't making a move to rescue the boy.
Then there was Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. They were both rushing towards the two of them. Molly Weasley seemed to have tears sliding down her face as she watched Severus holding the boy on the other end of the Drive, not knowing that it was Severus and not another Death Eater. Arthur's face was red and he wasn't breathing very well, but he still ran to help the boy.
Sirius Black, the boy's godfather, was in the lead and it was a considerable lead at that. Anger lined his face, and fear pushed him on at what was an inhuman pace. It was as if he had changed into his Animagus form, and it seemed like Black was about to get them when he suddenly was thrown back.
Severus smirked at this. He had never liked Sirius Black, in fact he hated him, and to watch as the man was thrown back twenty feet made the man smile a bit, but his thoughts were soon turned back towards Harry and he Apparated away quickly.
When the two of them Disapparated they were in a small cottage on the outskirts of a small wizarding village near London. It was a cottage that had been in the Snape family for years, one that hadn't been visited by any member of the Snape family in over a hundred years. Everyone in the family knew about it, but no one went there. There was a curse on it, or so everyone was told.
It was said that the cottage was curse by a member of an old pureblood family that had long since died out. The curse was said to give a person constant nightmares whenever they slept under the roof of the cottage, but Severus wasn't concerned with the curse right now. He was worried about Harry.
They had Disapparated into one of the bedrooms that quietly sat in the house. He quickly put the small boy into one of the old beds and got to work. First he used a little charm to clean off all the blood that cover the boy. When he had finished he got a good look at Harry, which made him stubble back with a gasp.
The boy's skin was ashen and paper thin from the lack of food. His cheekbones jutted out as well as his ribs and hipbones. Most of his body was covered in livid burses and angry red cuts, some of which were still bleeding. The boy's breathing was swallow and ragged and Severus feared that a broke rib might have punctured one of his lungs.
He reached into his robes and pulled out every potion and other things that he had brought to help the boy, but soon found that he didn't have enough potions to help and had to go quickly to his office to get them. He picked up his wand and made a fire in the room's fireplace as he pulled out a pouch of Floo powder with the other hand. Throwing a pinch of Floo powder he walked into the flames and called out "Hogwarts Snape's office".
As quickly as possible he gathered everything that he would need to help Harry and quickly Flooed back to the cottage. When he got back he rushed over to the boy's bed and placed all the potions on the bedside table. He was putting them in order and was getting ready to get started on the boy when a sudden chill went up his spine and his heart filled with dread.
THE BOY WASN'T BREATHING!!!!
The thought went through his head as he turned quickly to the boy. Harry's lips were blue with the lack of oxygen and he looked as if he was sleeping peacefully. Panic went through Severus has he worked a couple of healing charms to get the boy to breath again, but nothing seemed to work. Severus took a deep breath and tried to think. What was he going to do? Suddenly he thought about something that Muggles do. They would send electricity through the body of a person, whose heart had stopped to get it working again.
Severus thought that his might be a good idea. He pointed his wand at Harry's chest and whispered a spell and a moment later Harry's small body jumped off the bed, but he still wasn't breathing. Severus tried the spell a couple more times, before he finally heard Harry take deep breathes in. He sighed in relief and went back to help the boy.
First he had to know what was wrong with Harry, so he did a charm that Madam Pomfrey had shown him before. It was required apiece of parchment, a quill and a wand. When you put the charm on it would make the quill write down whatever injury the person has on the piece parchment, so that you could know what was wrong with the person. That is what he did. The placed the charm on Harry and moments later each and every cut, burse, broken bone and other injuries were written down on the parchment, which ended up over a foot long.
Severus scanned the list with a worried expression. How could anyone be that veil to do all that to a child? He read over the list and when he came to the last thing listed he had a shocked expression as he fell back into a chair. How was he going to deal with this?
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That's were he was again, in the chair, thinking the same thoughts has before. How was he going to deal with this? It was simply too much to deal with alone, but he couldn't go to anyone without alerting the wrong person to where Harry was.
He had spent all of that night healing Harry of his physical wounds. Cleaning the cuts, and repairing the broken bones, but now he could do nothing else but let the boy get some rest. He had put Harry into a magic coma, in order for the boy to get that rest.
Severus could feel his dark mark twinge a bit. What if Voldemort was to call him when he was here with Harry, and there was no one else around to watch after the boy. He wasn't going to leave the boy alone again, what if he stops breathing again? No! He couldn't let that happen.
He took a deep breath and picked up the parchment that listed Harry's injuries again. He knew what he had to do. He had to get the only person who cared for the boy as a father. The only person who he could probably get to believe him when he told him about the things that were done to the boy by those Muggles, the only person who had really known Lily's sister to know what she was capable of. That person was Sirius Black.
Severus was getting a headache again. He didn't want to see Sirius, but he had on other choice, so after placing a charm on Harry that would alert him if anything was amiss with him, he Flooed back to Hogwarts.
"I just hope Sirius doesn't kill me." He said mentally before the Floo network took him away.