Chapter 5

Severus was worried. He was more petrified than anything. Black probably had no idea that what he was doing was hurting Harry. So, the potion's master didn't even go to the headmaster. He went straight to the small shack outside of Hogsmeade.

"Uncle Sev, he's going to be okay, right?" Draco was halfway hysterical, but hid it well. He knew something was terrible, if his godfather wasn't talking, much less looking at him. Something had to be upsetting him.

"I hope so, love." He mentally urged the carriage faster. Damn Sirius for his wards. Apparating would have been much faster. He jumped out of the moving carriage as soon as it reached the house, Draco right behind him.

"Harry, are you there?" Severus pounded on the door. When nobody answered, the knot in his stomach twisted and he pulled out his wand. "Black, let me in."

He held his ear up to the crack in the door and heard muffled protests. He stood away from the door and pointed his wand. With a loud crack and bang, it flew inwards, and the two Slytherins rushed forward. Draco led the way to where the noises were being made.

What they found startled Draco to the point of tears and Severus to the point of a killing rage. "FERULA!" the professor yelled at the ex-convict, who was pounding into the limp teenage body.

Draco turned his head and fell to the ground, as he threw up. His best friend was just raped by his own godfather. Severus, however, put away his wand and slowly walked towards the Boy-Who-Lived. He noticed a blanket slung over the arm of the couch and picked it up.

Gently, and almost lovingly, he wrapped the fragile frame with it. Two lifeless eyes stared into space, only his sub conscience realizing what was going on.

"Is he...de...," Draco was broken off by a sob.

"No, love. He's just in shock. Catatonic, I believe. Come on. We'll leave him here for St. Mungo's." Severus nodded towards the struggling captive.

They made their way to Hogwarts in silence, the thickness being broken only by the sobs which Draco choked on. He was so tired of being strong, and now he had to be.

When they walked into the school, blue twinkling eyes met them with surprise. "Severus what on earth is happening?" The headmaster stared at the bundle wrapped in his arms.

The potion's master sneered. It had been the headmaster that had reassured him everything would be fine.  "You bastard." It was a good thing he was holding the younger wizard close, or he would have killed the old man with his bare hands. "This is your Golden Boy, who is under my care now." Snape snarled. "Your favourite pet, Black isn't as sane as we thought. Have you heard of the fact that Azkaban makes people crazy?" He walked into the Infirmary with a confused headmaster and no longer sobbing Draco behind him.

Dead green eyes stared at the ceiling as he was set down on a bed. "Albus, he was James to Sirius."

Blue eyes widened at the statement. "But he and James were lo...Oh dear God, what did I do?" The only twinkle that was there now was that of tears.

"Yes, what did you do?" Severus hissed. "He's in my care now. Not yours. What you say has no more baring now." He conjured up a large arm chair and pulled his godson onto his lap, rocking him back and forth, all the while ignoring the headmaster.

So, what do you think now? Please don't kill me. I tried not to leave too much out. I got two chapters out and now I'm going to bed. Love ya'll. (dunno why I just said that, but in a weird way I do.) ;)