Pairings in this chapter: Meantions of NCS (Vernon/Harry)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not getting money. I wish.
Chapter 18 : And I Find It Kinda Funny
Dr. Hayaka Minokura arrived at precisely noon the next day. The house was foreboding and the darkening sky was no help. Trying hard not to be pessimistic, he knocked upon the large oak doors and waited to be let in. Surprisingly, it was a woman he'd not seen in many years that answered the door.
"M-Molly??" Hayaka said in surprise. The round woman smiled weakly at him as she admitted him inside.
"Hello, Hayaka…You're as glorious as ever…Too skinny, still…"
Hayaka blinked at her tone. He felt his eyes grow slightly warm and blinked as the Eyes engaged, letting him see beyond her mask.
"Molly, it is good to see you," he said as he skimmed over the surface. He'd never dive too deeply, not on someone who wasn't a patient. It was only enough to note that she wasn't acting her normal self, though he hadn't seen her since she graduated from Hogwarts, two years prior to himself. "Has something happened here?"
"Yes, I'm afraid," she said softly, eyes shining. Hayaka pulled her into a tight, but quick hug.
"Take me to the boy."
A quiet walk later and he stood alone before a door. It was an innocent door that needed a good coat of paint and a shining for the knob. The paint was flecking off around the key hole, and… Hayaka knew he was stalling. He opened the door…
…And was immediately, his breath was ripped away. Sitting on the bed, staring back at him, was a pair of emerald eyes that screamed more pain than he'd ever seen before. Hayaka tugged at his control for the Eyes, shutting them off as best he could. He was still receiving far more than he wanted, but he could control it now. Hayaka shut the door behind him and looked over the boy. He was intact and… there was an aware look to his face.
"Your memory has returned," Hayaka stated almost cheerfully. The boy continued to stare at him mutely. "Oh, that's wonderful! I was afraid it would be gone forever and-"
"Cut the bullshit," Harry interrupted darkly. "I know exactly who you are and what you're here for so just sit down and lets get this over with. I have homework to work on and Hogwarts is a little more than a week away."
Hayaka refused to let the boy get to him as he took his customary seat. "Well, let's start where we left off, shall we? Tell me about your dreams-"
"He comes to my room and rapes me," the boy growled, flopping onto his back with his hands behind his head. Hayaka was surprised by the boy's bluntness but continued.
"Who is 'He'?"
"Vernon, you daft idiot. My uncle."
"Has he ever-" The boy was quick to cut him off again.
"Of course he has. Why the hell else would I dream of my Uncle Vernon fucking me?" Harry snarled, turning his head to glare at the doctor. "Yeah, Vernon's fucked me. How many times? Seven. Nearly once a week after he lost his job at the start of the summer. Only ever fucked me when beating me didn't give him his jollies."
"Then he did beat you," Hayaka said with a frown. "What an awful man…"
"Oh, don't be too hard on him. He is an idiot muggle." A wicked smirk came to his face. "I suspect abuse in his childhood, but I'm just a kid. What do I know?"
"Tell me, Harry…How did your uncle treat you before?"
"Well," Harry started thoughtfully. "He's always hated me, since I was a little kid. Hated my parents for their 'abnormality'… Real jackass, if you ask me. He did everything in his power to never give me anything…Beatings were pretty far between until this summer."
"What about your aunt and cousin?"
The boy let out a sharp laugh. "They hate me just as much. Dudley beat me up all the time until I learned to climb trees and hide well. Then I got magic and became more untouchable…Sirius scared them for a while but… but then they found out…that he died…"
Both fell silent. Hayaka unleashed some of his control of the Eyes, skimming over Harry's surface thoughts. They weren't pretty. They weren't nice. They were mostly suicidal. Hayaka sighed softly, quite disappointed. It seemed that Harry Potter was far too unstable to be left alone…and he had wanted the boy to be all right, so much…
"Well sorry for having issues!" Harry said sarcastically. Hayaka blinked and looked at him. Had he said it aloud? "You think I don't know how fucked I am? Gimme a break! I tried to get the damned Dark Lord to kill me, and couldn't even get THAT right…"
"Do you want to die that much?"
Harry snorted. "You're the mind reader. You tell me."
"I think you want to die," replied Hayaka calmly. "But I don't think you want to be the one to do it."
"Wow, what a great guess," muttered the boy sarcastically. Dull green eyes settled themselves on the doctor's face, searching over it. "I know you can read my mind, Doctor. It doesn't matter to me, really. It would be nice to know why you can, though."
Hayaka smiled kindly and nodded. "I was born a natural Legilimens. It's very rare and there is only one other living. My early childhood was plagued with hearing voices in my head, the minds of others. When I came to Hogwarts, the other noticed me and started to train my unrestrained power. I am now a fully trained Occlumens and have some control over my Legilimency."
"What about those weird circles in your pupils?"
"Wards to help further my control. Otherwise, I'd never sleep." He smiled softly.
"It's Dumbledore, isn't it?" The tone wasn't mocking, merely…accepting.
"Yes, he taught me and set the wards in place." Hayaka smiled again and sat back in his chair. "He understood the pain of a mind not under control…Since his own childhood, he's been able to gain a much greater hold on his power than I have, but he's had far more practice."
"Figures," muttered Harry. "He always seems to know everything going on…"
"Annoying, isn't it?"
The boy laughed and Hayaka grinned.
"I could never hide anything from him during school," the doctor continued. "Not a dung bomb could be set without the Headmaster's knowledge…Though, I secretly think he got a kick out of every prank ever pulled…"
Harry nodded and settled back, gaze on the ceiling. His expression turned more serious.
"What's going to happen to me now, Doctor?" he asked quietly. Hayaka sighed.
"I'll recommend that you continue school… I doubt Dumbledore will turn down my recommendation… There is to be a custody hearing and Severus has decided to try to keep you."
"Snape wants me!?" Harry laughed. "Oh, that's rich! Snape hates me!"
"No, he does not," Hayaka assured. "Severus has Dumbledore's backing."
"Why not Remus? Afraid of damaged goods?" the boy snarled.
"Actually, I believed Mr. Lupin will be staying here as well…"
Harry shot up and stared at him, green eyes wide. "You're shitting me."
"Eh…Well…"
"Remus…and Snape?! That's disgusting!"
"I never said-!!"
"You didn't have to! Oh, how gross!"
"Well excuse older men and their romances…"
Harry flopped down again, his mind still reeling. Who'd have thought?
"So Snape is really gonna be my 'parent'? Who edged him into that one?"
"He volunteered."
The boy laughed. "I'm dreaming. I'm in some fucked up dream that throws everything around. Remus wants to shag Snape and Snape wants to play house…"
"Harry, may I tell you something truthfully?" That shut Harry up quickly as he looked over with curious eyes. Hayaka thought a moment on how to phrase what he was going to say.
"Severus…is a complicated man, Harry," he began. "He has been hurt often in his life and had his efforts at love smashed to pieces over and over. It is a rare thing for Severus Snape to care for anything but himself. His deciding to take you in is just that. Severus sees you as a kindred spirit."
The boy snorted and looked away, but didn't openly deny it. Nodding to himself, Hayaka got up. Harry watched him until he reached the door, then spoke out.
"Will you tell me more about him?" The voice was deceivingly strong, for the boy wasn't sure he even wanted to know. "When he was young, I mean."
The doctor smiled. "Of course, Harry…What do you want to know?"
A/N: Okay, I did NOT mean for them to talk the whole chapter. I mean...phew...What the hell...
Anywho...I know it's a bit short, but I had to cut it off there because the next scene is already onto a third page...Ron/Harry fluff. Yay! I'm thinking Draco's gonna have to wait to get any until the next story. Ah well. He has things to look forward to...As does Seamus...and Dean...and Neville...and...tries to remember who else Harry whores himself to....
Cheers.