L'Enfant Préoccupé Chapter Five - Pain By RoseRed
Severus kneeled in front of 'his' Dark Lord awaiting whatever punishment was to come. He had known something was different the moment he walked into the room filled with Death Eaters. All of the Death Eaters were already in a circle when he arrived; Voldemort was sitting in his throne, watching with perverted amusement. When Severus arrived he was told to step forward. Voldemort's cold, red eyes scanned his body, looking for some sign of weakness. He found none. Severus was ready to take what he received, and he was ready to fix it when he was able. It would be nothing new. In fact, the only thing he did worry about was what Voldemort had found out.
"Severus, my faithful death eater," Severus heard many of the statuesque Death Eaters snicker at Voldemort's words. Severus knew that many of them wished him dead, he had gained and lost favor with Voldemort so many countless times, many were just jealous. "Severus, Severus, Severus. Do you not trust me?" It was not a question that required an answer. There was only one answer that wouldn't get him killed on the spot, and Severus knew that Voldemort thought him smarter than to answer.
"You know that I am powerful enough to find out certain bits of information with a mere glance at one of the many, pathetic and scared souls out there."
"Yes, My Lord." Severus replied. He knew then that Voldemort had some how found out about Harry's memory. He briefly had time to wonder how Voldemort had possibly found out before he heard Voldemort's airy hiss, "Crucio."
Severus' whole body shook with pain. It didn't matter how many countless times before this had been done to him. It hurt every time. Severus could, however, control how he reacted after the curse was lifted. He made no movements. Just rose again to one knee, and kept his eyes pointing downwards to the floor.
"Severus, why would you not tell me about the Potter Boy's memory? Hmmm?"
Before he could reply, that tell-tale pain hit him again. Once again he rose, kneeled and kept his eyes downwards. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I hadn't had a chance to tell you. I've been brewing the potions you had requested."
"Excuses, excuses!" Voldemort allowed his voice to become slightly higher, more agitated. "Crucio!"
Severus didn't know how many minutes Voldemort allowed his torture to go on. Every time the curse was lifted, it was re-applied to make the pain more fresh and fierce. Over and over again the pain hit Severus. He refused to cry out, he never cried out. He would never give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing his cries.
Harry waited, agitated, in Severus' dungeons. He had been told to bee here at eight, and here he was. He had seen both Ron and Hermione walk slowly down to the dungeons and he saw them come back again with news that Severus hadn't been there. Harry had thought it strange when class had been dismissed early, but hadn't really thought much of it until now.
Harry began to pace around on the cold, stone floor before he made himself walk into Severus' quarters. Finding Severus no where within his rooms, Harry sat himself down in one of the overstuffed chairs facing the cold fireplace. He waited.
It was a good two hours later when Harry woke with a start. He hadn't even realized that he'd been there for a good two hours. Slowly, Harry saw a head followed by a tall body emerge from the fireplace. Harry looked at Severus' face with anxiety and fear.
"Potter?" Was all Severus could say before he passed out on the thick burgundy carpet.
Severus woke many minutes later to the feel of a cold cloth washing his face. He opened his eyes and saw an embarrassed Harry. With much pain to his already aching windpipe, Severus spoke roughly, "Potter, what are you doing here?" Then he remembered.
Voldemort had grown tired of cursing Severus and had told him he could leave. Severus knew that if he was caught again, he might never be allowed to leave again. Severus had flooed home, being to out of it to disparate safely. When he arrived he had seen Harry sitting in one of his chairs, a look of shock on his face at seeing his professor in such a state.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I figured you wouldn't want me to take you to the Hospital Ward, and I couldn't leave you like this. Please, I'm really sorry. I'll just leave." Harry stood up and was walking slowly towards the door before Severus realized that he was more torn up then usual and, loathe as he was to admit it, would probably need some help getting himself fixed up.
"Potter, wait. I hate to ask you this, but I think I may need some help."
Harry wordlessly walked over to Severus and put an arm around him. With Harry's help, Severus managed to stand up and the pair made their way towards the bathroom. Harry looked questioningly at his teacher before he carefully helped him sit down. He filled the massive stone tub with warm water and turned towards Severus. His eyes questioning what he should do next.
"Please go get the vial labeled 'Healing Potion XI' from the shelf above my bed. Harry quickly went and got the requested potion. When he returned he saw Severus struggling with the buttons of his shirt. His fingers looked like the fingers of a man who had just had 'Crucio' preformed on him many times. Harry looked in Severus' eyes for a nod of approval to help and got it. Severus had long since given in to the help.
Slowly Harry began to un-button Severus' shirt and then helped him slide it slowly off. Harry gasped at the sight of Severus's chest. It was covered in bleeding scratches, and oozing, deep cuts. Harry snuck a glance at the older man's back and saw that it looked the same, but he also saw scars. Scars that had never truly healed. Scars from past treatments such as this. How many times had Severus gone through this same type of pain?
Harry began to help Severus out of his pants. Harry gave Severus some dignity by refusing to let his eyes sneak a peak at any more of Severus' body.
Slowly, with Harry's help, Severus made it into the tub. He sat back against the warm stone with a sigh. Harry poured the potion into the water when asked and started to leave to give Severus some privacy.
"Harry," he heard Severus say, "Please don't leave." Harry stayed outside the door as Severus sunk into the bath, his head barely staying above the water level.
Severus kneeled in front of 'his' Dark Lord awaiting whatever punishment was to come. He had known something was different the moment he walked into the room filled with Death Eaters. All of the Death Eaters were already in a circle when he arrived; Voldemort was sitting in his throne, watching with perverted amusement. When Severus arrived he was told to step forward. Voldemort's cold, red eyes scanned his body, looking for some sign of weakness. He found none. Severus was ready to take what he received, and he was ready to fix it when he was able. It would be nothing new. In fact, the only thing he did worry about was what Voldemort had found out.
"Severus, my faithful death eater," Severus heard many of the statuesque Death Eaters snicker at Voldemort's words. Severus knew that many of them wished him dead, he had gained and lost favor with Voldemort so many countless times, many were just jealous. "Severus, Severus, Severus. Do you not trust me?" It was not a question that required an answer. There was only one answer that wouldn't get him killed on the spot, and Severus knew that Voldemort thought him smarter than to answer.
"You know that I am powerful enough to find out certain bits of information with a mere glance at one of the many, pathetic and scared souls out there."
"Yes, My Lord." Severus replied. He knew then that Voldemort had some how found out about Harry's memory. He briefly had time to wonder how Voldemort had possibly found out before he heard Voldemort's airy hiss, "Crucio."
Severus' whole body shook with pain. It didn't matter how many countless times before this had been done to him. It hurt every time. Severus could, however, control how he reacted after the curse was lifted. He made no movements. Just rose again to one knee, and kept his eyes pointing downwards to the floor.
"Severus, why would you not tell me about the Potter Boy's memory? Hmmm?"
Before he could reply, that tell-tale pain hit him again. Once again he rose, kneeled and kept his eyes downwards. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I hadn't had a chance to tell you. I've been brewing the potions you had requested."
"Excuses, excuses!" Voldemort allowed his voice to become slightly higher, more agitated. "Crucio!"
Severus didn't know how many minutes Voldemort allowed his torture to go on. Every time the curse was lifted, it was re-applied to make the pain more fresh and fierce. Over and over again the pain hit Severus. He refused to cry out, he never cried out. He would never give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing his cries.
Harry waited, agitated, in Severus' dungeons. He had been told to bee here at eight, and here he was. He had seen both Ron and Hermione walk slowly down to the dungeons and he saw them come back again with news that Severus hadn't been there. Harry had thought it strange when class had been dismissed early, but hadn't really thought much of it until now.
Harry began to pace around on the cold, stone floor before he made himself walk into Severus' quarters. Finding Severus no where within his rooms, Harry sat himself down in one of the overstuffed chairs facing the cold fireplace. He waited.
It was a good two hours later when Harry woke with a start. He hadn't even realized that he'd been there for a good two hours. Slowly, Harry saw a head followed by a tall body emerge from the fireplace. Harry looked at Severus' face with anxiety and fear.
"Potter?" Was all Severus could say before he passed out on the thick burgundy carpet.
Severus woke many minutes later to the feel of a cold cloth washing his face. He opened his eyes and saw an embarrassed Harry. With much pain to his already aching windpipe, Severus spoke roughly, "Potter, what are you doing here?" Then he remembered.
Voldemort had grown tired of cursing Severus and had told him he could leave. Severus knew that if he was caught again, he might never be allowed to leave again. Severus had flooed home, being to out of it to disparate safely. When he arrived he had seen Harry sitting in one of his chairs, a look of shock on his face at seeing his professor in such a state.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I figured you wouldn't want me to take you to the Hospital Ward, and I couldn't leave you like this. Please, I'm really sorry. I'll just leave." Harry stood up and was walking slowly towards the door before Severus realized that he was more torn up then usual and, loathe as he was to admit it, would probably need some help getting himself fixed up.
"Potter, wait. I hate to ask you this, but I think I may need some help."
Harry wordlessly walked over to Severus and put an arm around him. With Harry's help, Severus managed to stand up and the pair made their way towards the bathroom. Harry looked questioningly at his teacher before he carefully helped him sit down. He filled the massive stone tub with warm water and turned towards Severus. His eyes questioning what he should do next.
"Please go get the vial labeled 'Healing Potion XI' from the shelf above my bed. Harry quickly went and got the requested potion. When he returned he saw Severus struggling with the buttons of his shirt. His fingers looked like the fingers of a man who had just had 'Crucio' preformed on him many times. Harry looked in Severus' eyes for a nod of approval to help and got it. Severus had long since given in to the help.
Slowly Harry began to un-button Severus' shirt and then helped him slide it slowly off. Harry gasped at the sight of Severus's chest. It was covered in bleeding scratches, and oozing, deep cuts. Harry snuck a glance at the older man's back and saw that it looked the same, but he also saw scars. Scars that had never truly healed. Scars from past treatments such as this. How many times had Severus gone through this same type of pain?
Harry began to help Severus out of his pants. Harry gave Severus some dignity by refusing to let his eyes sneak a peak at any more of Severus' body.
Slowly, with Harry's help, Severus made it into the tub. He sat back against the warm stone with a sigh. Harry poured the potion into the water when asked and started to leave to give Severus some privacy.
"Harry," he heard Severus say, "Please don't leave." Harry stayed outside the door as Severus sunk into the bath, his head barely staying above the water level.