Severus looked over the house that housed Kryta Potter and her
relatives. It was night time and so he didn't have to worry that much about
being caught in his wizarding robes, instead of muggle clothing. He walked
up the drive and to the door of the house, using a unlocking spell to get
into the house. Once inside he closed the door not making any noise. He
checked the ground floor before he started upstairs. He stopped suddenly
when the first stair creaked fearful that he might have woken the occupants
of the house up. He waited for a few moments before continuing.
He checked each of the rooms before finally finding Kryta's room. Confused by all the locks on the door, he opened it and had to catch himself before he did something rash seeing the state that Kryta was in.
She was laying in a pool of her own blood, the edges were dried, so he knew that the blood must have been there for over an hour. Cuts covered her body and so did bruises. Blood came in a steady drip from the corner of her mouth as she look in a small breath. He thanked every god he had heard of to see that she was indeed breathing. He gentle picked her up knowing that if she had any internal bruising it could indeed kill her. He mentally made a note on how light she was. Too light for a teenager. He set her on the bed, if one could call it that, and began to check her over seeing all the damage.
He began to heal the bruises with one of the potions he brought. He worked mainly on her face, arms, and hands. Poppy could tend to the other areas. Next he un-corked another potion to help with her cuts. Now looking at her face which was pretty much clear of all bruises, and cuts he noticed how seriously pale and sickly she looked. He gave her another potion which he had to get get her to drink it, which would heal almost all internal injuries.
'Who did this to you?' Severus wondered as he finished up what he could do at that moment, it wasn't much but at least she would be closer to traveling condition so he could take her back with him to Hogwarts, where she could get the proper care. He gently shook her awake to find out whither or not she had been cursed.
Kryta moaned as she came back into the land of the living, noticing at once that the pain was much more bearable.
"Potter," Severus said.
"Professor......" Kryta muttered weakly trying to sit up.
"Don't waste your energy on getting up Kryta," Severus said, gently pushing her back onto the bed so she wouldn't re-open her healing wounds, "Now I need to know if you were cursed."
"No....uncle Vernon," Kryta muttered, wanting to close her eyes and go back to sleep.
"Your uncle did this?"
"Yessss," Kryta said closing her eyes.
"No, Kryta keep your eyes open," Severus commanded gently.
Kryta complied weakly, "Tired."
"I know you are but I promise once Pomfrey takes a look at you, you can go to sleep."
Kryta nodded, while Severus gathered all her belongs with a summoning spell. They flew into her trunk which he then shrunk and placed in his pocket. The owl he let out and shrunk the cage, which also went into his pocket.
Severus then turned to Kryta, "Now I am going to pick you up and carry your out of the house then apperate, when it comes time to apperate I want you to keep your mind blank. Apperation is hard enough with just one person."
"Yes, professor," Kryta said, wincing slightly but trying to hide it as Severus picked her up.
Severus caught the wince but didn't say anything about it knowing it would embarrass her. He made his way out of the house and down the street to get out of the way of the wards around the muggle house. Once past them he apperated to Hogwarts. He found a carriage waiting for him and Kryta to take them the rest of the way.
In the carriage he didn't let go of Kryta and continued to hold her, while conversing with her, to keep her awake.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about what happens to you at your relatives?" Severus asked.
"I didn't want to appear weak," Kryta said.
"What do you mean?"
Kryta laid her head on his shoulder to hide her face from him, "When Hagrid told me about myself, and how I lived through Voldemort's curse, he told me everyone knew my name. All the people in my house seem to worship the ground I walk on because I managed to live through a curse that I only survived because of my mother, who never gets the proper respect. I thought I wouldn't live up to the reputation they all had set up for me. I let enough people down I didn't want to let down anymore people because I could survive Voldemort but not my own relatives."
At the beginning her voice was empty like she was talking about something as dull as the weather, but towards the end she had tears running down her pale cheeks collecting blood and turning into blood tears.
"I'm sorry," Severus said his whole option about her life being one of luxury, changing.
He checked each of the rooms before finally finding Kryta's room. Confused by all the locks on the door, he opened it and had to catch himself before he did something rash seeing the state that Kryta was in.
She was laying in a pool of her own blood, the edges were dried, so he knew that the blood must have been there for over an hour. Cuts covered her body and so did bruises. Blood came in a steady drip from the corner of her mouth as she look in a small breath. He thanked every god he had heard of to see that she was indeed breathing. He gentle picked her up knowing that if she had any internal bruising it could indeed kill her. He mentally made a note on how light she was. Too light for a teenager. He set her on the bed, if one could call it that, and began to check her over seeing all the damage.
He began to heal the bruises with one of the potions he brought. He worked mainly on her face, arms, and hands. Poppy could tend to the other areas. Next he un-corked another potion to help with her cuts. Now looking at her face which was pretty much clear of all bruises, and cuts he noticed how seriously pale and sickly she looked. He gave her another potion which he had to get get her to drink it, which would heal almost all internal injuries.
'Who did this to you?' Severus wondered as he finished up what he could do at that moment, it wasn't much but at least she would be closer to traveling condition so he could take her back with him to Hogwarts, where she could get the proper care. He gently shook her awake to find out whither or not she had been cursed.
Kryta moaned as she came back into the land of the living, noticing at once that the pain was much more bearable.
"Potter," Severus said.
"Professor......" Kryta muttered weakly trying to sit up.
"Don't waste your energy on getting up Kryta," Severus said, gently pushing her back onto the bed so she wouldn't re-open her healing wounds, "Now I need to know if you were cursed."
"No....uncle Vernon," Kryta muttered, wanting to close her eyes and go back to sleep.
"Your uncle did this?"
"Yessss," Kryta said closing her eyes.
"No, Kryta keep your eyes open," Severus commanded gently.
Kryta complied weakly, "Tired."
"I know you are but I promise once Pomfrey takes a look at you, you can go to sleep."
Kryta nodded, while Severus gathered all her belongs with a summoning spell. They flew into her trunk which he then shrunk and placed in his pocket. The owl he let out and shrunk the cage, which also went into his pocket.
Severus then turned to Kryta, "Now I am going to pick you up and carry your out of the house then apperate, when it comes time to apperate I want you to keep your mind blank. Apperation is hard enough with just one person."
"Yes, professor," Kryta said, wincing slightly but trying to hide it as Severus picked her up.
Severus caught the wince but didn't say anything about it knowing it would embarrass her. He made his way out of the house and down the street to get out of the way of the wards around the muggle house. Once past them he apperated to Hogwarts. He found a carriage waiting for him and Kryta to take them the rest of the way.
In the carriage he didn't let go of Kryta and continued to hold her, while conversing with her, to keep her awake.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about what happens to you at your relatives?" Severus asked.
"I didn't want to appear weak," Kryta said.
"What do you mean?"
Kryta laid her head on his shoulder to hide her face from him, "When Hagrid told me about myself, and how I lived through Voldemort's curse, he told me everyone knew my name. All the people in my house seem to worship the ground I walk on because I managed to live through a curse that I only survived because of my mother, who never gets the proper respect. I thought I wouldn't live up to the reputation they all had set up for me. I let enough people down I didn't want to let down anymore people because I could survive Voldemort but not my own relatives."
At the beginning her voice was empty like she was talking about something as dull as the weather, but towards the end she had tears running down her pale cheeks collecting blood and turning into blood tears.
"I'm sorry," Severus said his whole option about her life being one of luxury, changing.
