"Dear God," were the first words whispered by Tonks. Remus tried to
recover from his shock as he looked at the unconscious boy whom appeared to
literally have no fat on his body. His spine was clearly visible in the
shirt that had fallen off of his shoulders, and he was paler than the
ghosts at Hogwarts. Remus gently picked the boy up with terrible ease and
laid him on the living room couch.
Remus surveyed teenager taking in the bruises all over his body, which clearly visible with his pale skin. He immediately began giving orders.
"Tonks get his things, were going to have to take a port key."
*****
Dean sat in the kitchen along with his peers anxiously awaiting Harry's arrival, although it would most likely be a few more hours. Dean was interested in what Harry's behavior was like during the holidays. Even though he was told not to expect a cheerful roommate. Apparently Harry would either be distant and depressed or extremely angry.
Dean was shocked and frightened to find out the true story of the fun loving prankster, Sirius Black (whose name had recently been cleared do to the information from the recently captured Death Eaters).
Harry had apparently taken to Sirius like a father (which was an amazing achievement considering he was so closed off) only to watch him die before Harry's very eyes. If Remus Lupin was any example then Dean was quite frightened to Harry would be grieving. Dean was abruptly awakened from his musings by a loud crack.
His head whipped around to see his former professor carrying what looked like a very tall slender eight year old. After Remus's frantic cry of "Clear the table," Dean got a good look at what the werewolf was holding as he gently laid the boy on the old wooden table.
Dean surveyed in wide-eyed shock at the starved, beaten, and broken form of Harry Potter. He looked over at Ron who's mouth was hanging open in horror, and Hermione whose hand was covering her mouth and unshed tears in her eyes.
It was only then that Dean noticed the two Aurors run to get help. Mr.Weasley and Mrs.Weasley came running into the kitchen next both looking frantic and running over to Harry and Remus.
"Tonks is getting Albus, Remus, Severus, and Poppy now, Remus," Mrs.Weasley announced. Remus was starring at Harry with some many emotions Dean couldn't recognize them all. The reserved silence was interrupted once again. Madam Pomfrey bustling in, squealing slightly and emptying her healers bag to prepare for work. Next to enter the kitchen was a muttering and annoyed looking Professor Snape. The potions master looked up from the floor and the second he laid eyes on the unconscious form of Harry Potter stopped dead in his tracks. He stared his open mouthed at the horrid site of Harry losing all of his usual composure, but he to was forcefully broken from his trance when the headmaster of Hogwarts entered the battered kitchen.
At the same time four voices broke the reserved silence all shouting at the old wearied man. "HOW COLUD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!" Along with the voices of Ron, Hermione, and Remus included Severus Snape (to the most utter surprise from the on lookers in the room). The bearded man remained as calm as ever, and looked as though he was about to speak when Remus interrupted again-
" How can you be so damn calm about this?" Everyone was surprised by this remark, the calm professor was never one to curse (let alone talk recently), " You told me he was safe there. I. I. ." Mrs.Weasley rushed over to Remus who was having what looked like and emotional breakdown as he collapsed into a nearby chair and pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Most everyone was at a loss to what to do until Dumbledore spoke up again his eyes full of fatherly concern.
"What damage has been done, Poppy?" Madam Pomfrey snapped out of her dazed silence and began to attend to her patient. As she poked and prodded the pale body and making a comment every time she came across a serious injury. When she had finished all the visible wounds it came to a conclusion of broken wrist, arm, ankle, jaw, and dislocated shoulder. Dean also noticed a burnt and blistered hand, and it gave shivers to think what must have happened to cause that ailment.
Madam Pomfrey began undoing the plaid, flannel shirt to reveal a site that made Dean fell physically ill. Apparently it had this affect on everyone else as well as they all looked ready to gag. Out of the corner of his Dean noticed Remus quickly leave his exit the room.
A few moments after Remus left the kitchen he heard an unpleasant retching noise in the hall and Tonks quickly ran after him. Dean turned back to look at his roommate in which you could see every rib very clearly and some were sticking out at odd angles as if broken (which Dean reminded himself they probably were). But this wasn't all that accompanied the pale body. There were numerous slashes across his back.
Dean was revived from his disgusted silence when Madam Pomfrey had the bravery to speak up.
"Professor Snape I need a food replenishing potion," But Snape was still in a state of incomprehensible disbelief, "Severus!" she practically had to yell to get him out of his revere and both set to work.
As Madam Pomfrey was healing the minor cuts and bruises Snape was working rapidly on his potion, which he handed over in a matter of minutes.
"Someone support his head," snapped the old witch. Neville promptly rushed over and lifted Harry's upper body with considerable ease. The healer put the potion to Harry's lips all the while massaging his throat. "Put him back down." Neville delicately lowered Harry's body. Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and tapped him harshly on the head.
The green eyed boy began to cough as he slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up only to wince and cause the nurse to push him firmly back down making him groan ever so softly.
"Stay still Mr. Potter ." Ron was the next to speak.
"shit, Harry," he said in a slightly awed voice.
"Good to see you to Ron," Harry groaned.
"why, didn't you tell us?" Ron ignored Harry's previous statement
"My letters were being shall you say, supervised."
"You could have snuck it in some how," it was Hermione's turn to talk.
"Well, I'm sorry," Harry snapped," but I was a little busy trying to live off celery sticks."
"Is that really what your diet consisted of, Potter?" Madam Pomfrey spoke up in her business like way.
"well my Aunt apparently began to think of me as a rabbit." This was so Harry, Dean thought, always trying it look like nothing was wrong with him.
"Harry-," Hermione began to argue but was cut short by Madam Pomfrey.
"If you all would please desist or I will put a silencing charm on everyone in this room." The kitchen was immediately silenced. "Potter hold still while I patch you up." The witch began to magically fix Harry's broken bones in the order of arm, wrist, ankle and finishing with the jaw. She then began rubbing a type of salve all along the slash marks (with Harry wincing every time she touched him). The women then moved to the ribs which were apparently had gone unhealed to long so ounce she magically reset the bones she had to wrap his chest in a terry cloth wrap.
"Now hold still Potter. I'm going to have to manually fix your shoulder."
"W-What?" Harry stuttered. He apparently wasn't liking all this physical contact.
"I am going to have to pop your shoulder back in it's socket" Everyone in the kitchen winced at this. "Mr. Weasley kindly hold Mr. Potter's left side firmly against the table.' Ron was looking less then apprehensive about this but did as he was told after an apologetic look at to his friend. With Ron holding Harry down on his side and Harry pushing his head into Ron's shoulder prepared for the pain that would undoubtlly come.
It made Dean feel that rush of sickness again to know your friend was bravely facing so much pain.
Madam Pomfrey put a hand underneath Harry's shoulder and another hand on top as she pushed downward as a sickening pop filled the air and Harry let out a small yell, He rolled onto his back and let out a slow breath.
"Now Mr. Potter I'm giving you a dreamless sleep potion and we will see you when you wake up." Without giving him time to argue she poured the liquid down his throat and he slumped onto the table. "Mad-eye?" Madam Pomfrey prompted to the old Auror.
Moody stepped forward and pulled out his wand, "locomotor Harry." The two made their way up the stairs an unconscious Harry in the lead.
*****
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Remus surveyed teenager taking in the bruises all over his body, which clearly visible with his pale skin. He immediately began giving orders.
"Tonks get his things, were going to have to take a port key."
*****
Dean sat in the kitchen along with his peers anxiously awaiting Harry's arrival, although it would most likely be a few more hours. Dean was interested in what Harry's behavior was like during the holidays. Even though he was told not to expect a cheerful roommate. Apparently Harry would either be distant and depressed or extremely angry.
Dean was shocked and frightened to find out the true story of the fun loving prankster, Sirius Black (whose name had recently been cleared do to the information from the recently captured Death Eaters).
Harry had apparently taken to Sirius like a father (which was an amazing achievement considering he was so closed off) only to watch him die before Harry's very eyes. If Remus Lupin was any example then Dean was quite frightened to Harry would be grieving. Dean was abruptly awakened from his musings by a loud crack.
His head whipped around to see his former professor carrying what looked like a very tall slender eight year old. After Remus's frantic cry of "Clear the table," Dean got a good look at what the werewolf was holding as he gently laid the boy on the old wooden table.
Dean surveyed in wide-eyed shock at the starved, beaten, and broken form of Harry Potter. He looked over at Ron who's mouth was hanging open in horror, and Hermione whose hand was covering her mouth and unshed tears in her eyes.
It was only then that Dean noticed the two Aurors run to get help. Mr.Weasley and Mrs.Weasley came running into the kitchen next both looking frantic and running over to Harry and Remus.
"Tonks is getting Albus, Remus, Severus, and Poppy now, Remus," Mrs.Weasley announced. Remus was starring at Harry with some many emotions Dean couldn't recognize them all. The reserved silence was interrupted once again. Madam Pomfrey bustling in, squealing slightly and emptying her healers bag to prepare for work. Next to enter the kitchen was a muttering and annoyed looking Professor Snape. The potions master looked up from the floor and the second he laid eyes on the unconscious form of Harry Potter stopped dead in his tracks. He stared his open mouthed at the horrid site of Harry losing all of his usual composure, but he to was forcefully broken from his trance when the headmaster of Hogwarts entered the battered kitchen.
At the same time four voices broke the reserved silence all shouting at the old wearied man. "HOW COLUD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!" Along with the voices of Ron, Hermione, and Remus included Severus Snape (to the most utter surprise from the on lookers in the room). The bearded man remained as calm as ever, and looked as though he was about to speak when Remus interrupted again-
" How can you be so damn calm about this?" Everyone was surprised by this remark, the calm professor was never one to curse (let alone talk recently), " You told me he was safe there. I. I. ." Mrs.Weasley rushed over to Remus who was having what looked like and emotional breakdown as he collapsed into a nearby chair and pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Most everyone was at a loss to what to do until Dumbledore spoke up again his eyes full of fatherly concern.
"What damage has been done, Poppy?" Madam Pomfrey snapped out of her dazed silence and began to attend to her patient. As she poked and prodded the pale body and making a comment every time she came across a serious injury. When she had finished all the visible wounds it came to a conclusion of broken wrist, arm, ankle, jaw, and dislocated shoulder. Dean also noticed a burnt and blistered hand, and it gave shivers to think what must have happened to cause that ailment.
Madam Pomfrey began undoing the plaid, flannel shirt to reveal a site that made Dean fell physically ill. Apparently it had this affect on everyone else as well as they all looked ready to gag. Out of the corner of his Dean noticed Remus quickly leave his exit the room.
A few moments after Remus left the kitchen he heard an unpleasant retching noise in the hall and Tonks quickly ran after him. Dean turned back to look at his roommate in which you could see every rib very clearly and some were sticking out at odd angles as if broken (which Dean reminded himself they probably were). But this wasn't all that accompanied the pale body. There were numerous slashes across his back.
Dean was revived from his disgusted silence when Madam Pomfrey had the bravery to speak up.
"Professor Snape I need a food replenishing potion," But Snape was still in a state of incomprehensible disbelief, "Severus!" she practically had to yell to get him out of his revere and both set to work.
As Madam Pomfrey was healing the minor cuts and bruises Snape was working rapidly on his potion, which he handed over in a matter of minutes.
"Someone support his head," snapped the old witch. Neville promptly rushed over and lifted Harry's upper body with considerable ease. The healer put the potion to Harry's lips all the while massaging his throat. "Put him back down." Neville delicately lowered Harry's body. Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and tapped him harshly on the head.
The green eyed boy began to cough as he slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up only to wince and cause the nurse to push him firmly back down making him groan ever so softly.
"Stay still Mr. Potter ." Ron was the next to speak.
"shit, Harry," he said in a slightly awed voice.
"Good to see you to Ron," Harry groaned.
"why, didn't you tell us?" Ron ignored Harry's previous statement
"My letters were being shall you say, supervised."
"You could have snuck it in some how," it was Hermione's turn to talk.
"Well, I'm sorry," Harry snapped," but I was a little busy trying to live off celery sticks."
"Is that really what your diet consisted of, Potter?" Madam Pomfrey spoke up in her business like way.
"well my Aunt apparently began to think of me as a rabbit." This was so Harry, Dean thought, always trying it look like nothing was wrong with him.
"Harry-," Hermione began to argue but was cut short by Madam Pomfrey.
"If you all would please desist or I will put a silencing charm on everyone in this room." The kitchen was immediately silenced. "Potter hold still while I patch you up." The witch began to magically fix Harry's broken bones in the order of arm, wrist, ankle and finishing with the jaw. She then began rubbing a type of salve all along the slash marks (with Harry wincing every time she touched him). The women then moved to the ribs which were apparently had gone unhealed to long so ounce she magically reset the bones she had to wrap his chest in a terry cloth wrap.
"Now hold still Potter. I'm going to have to manually fix your shoulder."
"W-What?" Harry stuttered. He apparently wasn't liking all this physical contact.
"I am going to have to pop your shoulder back in it's socket" Everyone in the kitchen winced at this. "Mr. Weasley kindly hold Mr. Potter's left side firmly against the table.' Ron was looking less then apprehensive about this but did as he was told after an apologetic look at to his friend. With Ron holding Harry down on his side and Harry pushing his head into Ron's shoulder prepared for the pain that would undoubtlly come.
It made Dean feel that rush of sickness again to know your friend was bravely facing so much pain.
Madam Pomfrey put a hand underneath Harry's shoulder and another hand on top as she pushed downward as a sickening pop filled the air and Harry let out a small yell, He rolled onto his back and let out a slow breath.
"Now Mr. Potter I'm giving you a dreamless sleep potion and we will see you when you wake up." Without giving him time to argue she poured the liquid down his throat and he slumped onto the table. "Mad-eye?" Madam Pomfrey prompted to the old Auror.
Moody stepped forward and pulled out his wand, "locomotor Harry." The two made their way up the stairs an unconscious Harry in the lead.
*****
First off I would like to beg for reviews, ahem. PLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEEE, I am just a wee little fanfic writer and I need support to get me through this story (which I promise will get more juicy) WHAHAHAHA. I've only received 2 so far, which totally made my day by the way, thank you so much for that. So get reviewing .
Sword Wielder- Your review made my day, I don't know how those numbers got there and thanks for pointing that out. You onion means so much to me!!!
Kubani- I'm thrilled you like it and just so you know the ships are h/g r/hr. Thank you so much!!!
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