Little seed of evil

Disclaimers: Harry James Potter and all other characters from that same universe belong to JK Rowling. However, the plot is mine.

Rating: R may change in the future. Even I don't know where this story is going. It may turn to Slash, may turn to abuse … I don't know…

Summary: An adult, tired Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position after facing a lot of emotional dilemmas.

Why has it been so long since my last update? Well, to be honest, I've been down, as my body wouldn't stop hurting here and there. I'm almost starting to feel like my dear old Harry! But anyway; I hope you will like this rewritten chapter. I've suffered writing this .

And … I promised myself a Snape doll when I received over 25 reviews! And I got him today (8 December 2003) although the figurine is badly made, and he can't even stand properly. What the heck … I got Severus Snape in my grasp! Be afraid, Sevie! Be very afraid!  laughs maniacally

Little seed of evil – Chapter seven – The beauty of suffering

Severus Snape carefully took in his current surroundings. Of course the lack of furnishing and decoration could be blamed to the fact that he had arrived only a few hours ago, but not even Dumbledore would have given anyone of his staff such a bland room.

Safe for the leather chair Harry was sitting in, there was a small single bed with some dirty sheets and blankets thrown on it. A cupboard that could have come from the dingiest and dirtiest second hand shop in Knockturn Alley, and most certainly didn't belong to the Hog wart's household. Two trunks stood near the bed, both closed, but he was sure they had been open at some point, as the contents of those trunks was now shattered all over the room.

And for the Potter boy, well, his pride won over his needs. As always. The man needed medical attention right now. He knew how to put on a masquerade, that was for sure.

Now drowsing away, without doubt from the amount of wine he had drunk earlier, Harry Potter did not even make a peaceful impression.

'Every muscle must be stiff from the pain' , Snape figured, as he saw the continuous spasms going through the young male body.

"Potter, I will go and fetch Poppy Pomfrey for you. I expect you to remain in your seat, and not to move at all."

He saw the younger man flinch once, as if he had been pulled out of his reverie by Severus Snape's loud and firm voice, but then dazed off again, back to only Merlin knew where.

Snape snorted again, as he hurried out of the dim, mess of a room, and briskly walked through the dingy halls of Hogwarts, ignoring a group of Slytherins who were trying to hex a couple of Ravenclaws. He did not have the time, nor the patience to deal with such little bastards. Harry Potter was the one whom mattered this very moment. His knee was already beginning to hurt. His nickname, 'Limping Snape' was justified once more.

He stormed through the doors of the hospital wing, with a pained grin on his face, his black robes whirling behind him. 

"Poppy!"

A middle aged witch came out of her office, with an angry look on her face that would even tell the bravest wizard off. But Severus Snape wasn't that easily caught.

"Severus , don't tell  me those pesky teenagers have been at it again … School has not even started yet."

Prepared mentally for her job , she looked around a what was still a very much empty hospital dorm. Empty, spotless beds stood there row by row.

"So, where is the victim?"

"It does not concern a student. We're talking about a teacher in this case. Harry Potter. "

"And you could not bring him here?"

 Severus snorted once, as he carefully stretched his sore knee.

"He is not in a position to be transported."

"Well, then we must go and see him, mustn't we?"

Severus saw the woman grab her medical bag, black, tarnished leather, quite similar to those muggle doctors bags, and followed her as she left her domain; the hospital wing.

Keeping up with her wasn't an easy thing. Not with a sore knee, and a woman driven on hormones in front of him. Yes, everybody cared about Harry Potter. Some much more than others. 

"Oh dear, boy, you mustn't try to move."

Poppy Pomfrey hurried towards the awkwardly rising figure, and pushed him back into the leather chair, with a clear look of concern on her face.

"Why haven't you mentioned this to me earlier, Harry? I knew there must have been a reason for you drinking that much, but never figured …"

Poppy Pomfrey set down the black bag down on the ground, and looked around her. "Oh my, you haven't gotten quite the most attractive living quarters, I must say."

Severus smiled once in response of Pomfrey's remarks. That woman never had been afraid to say what she was thinking, no matter what.

But his attention was not set on Pomfrey, it was set on Potter. The boy even seemed weaker now, looked like there was no strength left in his muscles. It surprised him that he had had even the strength to stand up.

"Now, if you would remove you robes and shirt, Potter, it would make it much easier for me."

Poppy Pomfrey smiled as she waited for the man to do what she asked, but it never came that far.

"No. It is nothing what a good night of rest can do." Although weak, Harry's voice consisted of authority, one that would work well on students, and by wonder left Poppy Pomfrey speechless for a few moments.

"Now, Harry Potter, if you will not do what I ask, I will have to take drastic charges!"

"Not a chance."

"Harry, remove your robes."

"Not interested."

Harry's voice sounded weaker and weaker each time, as if this strange 'pain' was consuming all of his leftover energy, and even merely to speak was too much.

Severus Snape found the scene in front of him rather 'comical'. A man, too weak to stand up, bickering with an elderly, plump woman. But Harry Potter would not do what was asked. He knew the boy too well for that.

"Stupefy!"

Poppy Pomfrey looked back, her face rather sour. "Now, Severus, you shouldn't have done that. I would have managed to talk some sense in the boy. Eventually.", she added as a thought.

"You would have done the same thing.", the older man stated dryly.

"Now, help me to get him on that bed. That will make it easier for me."
Poppy Pomfrey skilfully removed his robes and equally black T-shirt, which could do with an urgent wash, and stood still for a few seconds when she saw the disarray of scars and wounds on his chest, arms, neck. Needless to explain was the fact that most of them were magically inflicted; and she knew by whom. And there was nothing she could do about them.

" I think you should go and get Dumbledore, Severus. This is a matter he should know about."

Severus Snape nodded once. He would get Dumbledore. For the golden boy was no longer golden, or a boy.


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