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This part deals with abuse, Rape and Non-Con read at your own peril
Infirmary
"Any change Headmaster?"
Shaking his head negatively, Dumbledore gestured to the chair on the other side of the bed.
"Please sit down Severus, I need your help."
Looking a little uncertain, Snape sat down and switched his attention back and forth between Potter and the Headmaster.
"I have tried the awakening spell Severus, but as you can see, there was no effect, I fear that what ever has happened is only a small part of what is truly upsetting Harry. I have some suspicions, but I need you to take the Blending Potion and talk to him."
Grimacing, Snape gave his full attention to Dumbledore. "I don't believe Headmaster that I am the best person to talk to Mr. Potter. We are all aware of out feeling towards the two of use. Would not Mrs. McGonagall, or ever yourself, be better suited to this task?"
Nodding his head, Dumbledore looked Severus straight in the eyes and softly spoke.
"Severus, there is no need to pretend with me. I know why you are hesitant, and I understand how much I am asking of you. To remind you of something that happened 20 years ago is not intentional, but you are the only one, other than myself, who knows what Harry is going thought and has the strength of character to come back if you fail. I can't do this Severus, Harry is not ready to know what I do and I have responsibilities here. Please. Afterwards you may do what you wish and I will support your discussion."
Taking in the soft heartfelt words, Snape looked once more at the still figure on the bed and bowed his head.
"Very well Albus. Mr. Malfoy is bound in my office. So it is official I have magically restrained Mr. Draco Malfoy in my office for your judgment. His intentions were dishonorable and he had fully intended to assault Mr. Potter in the cruelest way possible. He showed little remorse and as his House Head I ask you to use all of your powers and ability in seeing that he has the proper punishment. I do this freely and with the knowledge that it may be the only way to save Harry Potters life. With this in mind, I wish Draco Malfoy punishment to reflect this. If in one lunar month there had been no change I wish you personally to dispose of my body."
"Severus."
"No Albus, I will not have my body gossiped over for the next thirty years. One lunar month is more than enough time."
Nodding his head in acceptance, Dumbledore stood and placed a hand on both Harry and the tightly controlled Potions Master.
"Good luck my friends."
Placing a silencing charm around the bed, the old man rose and left the infirmary.
Severus Snape, Potions Master and Death Eater turned spy looked at the figure on the bed, trying to prepare himself for the upcoming trial. It had been almost 20 years since Severus had to really think about what happened and how he was still amongst the living.
Snape remembered the pain, anguish and above all, the desperate need to end it all. It was this feeling that Snape need to recapture so he could help the young boy on the bed. The feeling that ruled his life and nearly lead to his death, before it was conquered.
Closing his eyes, Severus Snape gathered and then held onto the once strong memories and took Harry's cold hand. Chanting a short yet powerful incantation, Severus tried to join teen wherever he maybe.
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Harry was screaming, yet he knew no one heard him, or if they did, they did no care. Like most of his life, he was trapped in a dark room, unable to see anything, but still able to feel.
He could feel the touch of cold and clammy hands, randomly touching him both in pain and in self-pleasure. He could hear voiced in the dark touching him telling him in great detail what they had planned to do to him and how worthless he was. No matter how hard he pressed his hands to his ears, he could not block their words out; it was as if they were coming from within his own head.
Curling up tighter, Harry stopped screaming to take a small breath and then let out another scream as practically harsh hands tried to reach under him and gain access to sensitive areas. Tying to block out the hands around him, Harry wished for death, wished for all this to be finished with and maybe, just maybe have relief for the first time in his life. As the hands got harsher and then finally broke thought what pitiful attempt his small body had used, Harry whimpered and fresh tears silently trickled down his bruised face. Knowing from experience that there was no stopping this hideous act and that struggling would only prolong the pain and increase the please of the abuse, Harry held himself still and waited.
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To say he was surprised was an understatement. Although Severus had believed he could successfully join Potter's mind, he had not truly expected it to work so easily. Looking around him, Severus thought back on his own experience and what he would encounter. The first level would be barren, a representation on Potter's current physical condition.
From here Severus would need to travel straight, depending on how deep Potter had retreated would indicate how far he would have to walk. At first there would be phantoms and insubstantial memories, not able to physically hurt, but still provide their own pain.
The further he traveled the more substantial and stronger they become. The ones around Harry, at the core of his fears would be very powerful, there powers such that they would be as powerful here as in the real world, if not greater.
Severus was not sure what to expect, but as he walked he knew it was never what he found.
The first ghost he came across was a young boy, barely two, crying for his parents who lay beside him on the floor. Although it should not be possible at that age, the child's face showed understanding of what had happened to his parents.
Walking a little quicker, Severus walked passed this ghost, so old now that they were forever be part of the young man and as such did not require his attention.
It did not take very long for the next ghost to appear. An older version of Potter, maybe four years old crouched in a corner of a muggle house, trying to protect himself from the plates and cups being thrown at him. A voice, only a whisper in the air could be faintly heard, screeching at the terrified child. Cruel hateful words were thrown just as sharply as the dishes.
Appalled at what he was seeing, Severus continued forward, the ghosts coming quickly now and gaining strength with each one.
Severus watched what could only be described as a horror movie. Memory after memory of a childhood spent in pain and humiliation, surrounded by people who by all rights should have protected and loved him; instead they abused and tortured their charge.
If Snape thought it could not get worse, he was wrong. The mindscape started taking on a darker tone once he reached the memories of an eight- year-old Harry Potter.
The air got thicker and darker and the feeling of pain, hopelessness, strongly permeated the thick air. Severus felt torn as he watched a ghost of the boy being raped for the first time.
Wanting to help, but knowing that he needed to continue to the end, Severus wisped a soft "I'm sorry" and quickened his pace.
For his own sanity Snape stopped listening to the cries of pain and suffering around him, looking only for quick moments at the memories and then moving on.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Severus reached the end of the road. There in front of him was a small cupboard, one he remember from earlier memories to be the cupboard under the stairs.
Lined up outside the door were many solid ghosts, all waiting to have their turn with the tortured sole behind the door.
In the line there were copied of some of the more prominent ghosts. Severus could see many copies of Vernon, Harry's guardian, as well as Cedric looking bloody and angry. Voldemort and few other muggles that Severus had seen glimpses of in some of the darker memories were doubled as well, standing in between the copies.
Walking up to the front of the line, Severus took a breath to collect himself, then bent over in pain as his senses where nearly overwhelmed with the pain and suffering that saturated the air.
Panting trying to focus his mind, Severus stood up straight and drew his wand, pointing it at the line of ghost. Collecting his own painful memories as well as all the positive feeling he had of the young Potter, Severus sent them at the waiting ghost.
For a brief moment nothing happen and then as one the ghost all tried to opened their mouth and cried out, but where frozen solid; internally fighting the new threaten.
Severus knew that the spell would not last permanently, but it would give him enough time to try and help the tortured boy that was on the other side of the door.
Keeping his wand out, Severus unlocked the numerous locks on the small door and entered.
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Infirmary
"Any change Headmaster?"
Shaking his head negatively, Dumbledore gestured to the chair on the other side of the bed.
"Please sit down Severus, I need your help."
Looking a little uncertain, Snape sat down and switched his attention back and forth between Potter and the Headmaster.
"I have tried the awakening spell Severus, but as you can see, there was no effect, I fear that what ever has happened is only a small part of what is truly upsetting Harry. I have some suspicions, but I need you to take the Blending Potion and talk to him."
Grimacing, Snape gave his full attention to Dumbledore. "I don't believe Headmaster that I am the best person to talk to Mr. Potter. We are all aware of out feeling towards the two of use. Would not Mrs. McGonagall, or ever yourself, be better suited to this task?"
Nodding his head, Dumbledore looked Severus straight in the eyes and softly spoke.
"Severus, there is no need to pretend with me. I know why you are hesitant, and I understand how much I am asking of you. To remind you of something that happened 20 years ago is not intentional, but you are the only one, other than myself, who knows what Harry is going thought and has the strength of character to come back if you fail. I can't do this Severus, Harry is not ready to know what I do and I have responsibilities here. Please. Afterwards you may do what you wish and I will support your discussion."
Taking in the soft heartfelt words, Snape looked once more at the still figure on the bed and bowed his head.
"Very well Albus. Mr. Malfoy is bound in my office. So it is official I have magically restrained Mr. Draco Malfoy in my office for your judgment. His intentions were dishonorable and he had fully intended to assault Mr. Potter in the cruelest way possible. He showed little remorse and as his House Head I ask you to use all of your powers and ability in seeing that he has the proper punishment. I do this freely and with the knowledge that it may be the only way to save Harry Potters life. With this in mind, I wish Draco Malfoy punishment to reflect this. If in one lunar month there had been no change I wish you personally to dispose of my body."
"Severus."
"No Albus, I will not have my body gossiped over for the next thirty years. One lunar month is more than enough time."
Nodding his head in acceptance, Dumbledore stood and placed a hand on both Harry and the tightly controlled Potions Master.
"Good luck my friends."
Placing a silencing charm around the bed, the old man rose and left the infirmary.
Severus Snape, Potions Master and Death Eater turned spy looked at the figure on the bed, trying to prepare himself for the upcoming trial. It had been almost 20 years since Severus had to really think about what happened and how he was still amongst the living.
Snape remembered the pain, anguish and above all, the desperate need to end it all. It was this feeling that Snape need to recapture so he could help the young boy on the bed. The feeling that ruled his life and nearly lead to his death, before it was conquered.
Closing his eyes, Severus Snape gathered and then held onto the once strong memories and took Harry's cold hand. Chanting a short yet powerful incantation, Severus tried to join teen wherever he maybe.
~~00~~
Harry was screaming, yet he knew no one heard him, or if they did, they did no care. Like most of his life, he was trapped in a dark room, unable to see anything, but still able to feel.
He could feel the touch of cold and clammy hands, randomly touching him both in pain and in self-pleasure. He could hear voiced in the dark touching him telling him in great detail what they had planned to do to him and how worthless he was. No matter how hard he pressed his hands to his ears, he could not block their words out; it was as if they were coming from within his own head.
Curling up tighter, Harry stopped screaming to take a small breath and then let out another scream as practically harsh hands tried to reach under him and gain access to sensitive areas. Tying to block out the hands around him, Harry wished for death, wished for all this to be finished with and maybe, just maybe have relief for the first time in his life. As the hands got harsher and then finally broke thought what pitiful attempt his small body had used, Harry whimpered and fresh tears silently trickled down his bruised face. Knowing from experience that there was no stopping this hideous act and that struggling would only prolong the pain and increase the please of the abuse, Harry held himself still and waited.
~~00~~
To say he was surprised was an understatement. Although Severus had believed he could successfully join Potter's mind, he had not truly expected it to work so easily. Looking around him, Severus thought back on his own experience and what he would encounter. The first level would be barren, a representation on Potter's current physical condition.
From here Severus would need to travel straight, depending on how deep Potter had retreated would indicate how far he would have to walk. At first there would be phantoms and insubstantial memories, not able to physically hurt, but still provide their own pain.
The further he traveled the more substantial and stronger they become. The ones around Harry, at the core of his fears would be very powerful, there powers such that they would be as powerful here as in the real world, if not greater.
Severus was not sure what to expect, but as he walked he knew it was never what he found.
The first ghost he came across was a young boy, barely two, crying for his parents who lay beside him on the floor. Although it should not be possible at that age, the child's face showed understanding of what had happened to his parents.
Walking a little quicker, Severus walked passed this ghost, so old now that they were forever be part of the young man and as such did not require his attention.
It did not take very long for the next ghost to appear. An older version of Potter, maybe four years old crouched in a corner of a muggle house, trying to protect himself from the plates and cups being thrown at him. A voice, only a whisper in the air could be faintly heard, screeching at the terrified child. Cruel hateful words were thrown just as sharply as the dishes.
Appalled at what he was seeing, Severus continued forward, the ghosts coming quickly now and gaining strength with each one.
Severus watched what could only be described as a horror movie. Memory after memory of a childhood spent in pain and humiliation, surrounded by people who by all rights should have protected and loved him; instead they abused and tortured their charge.
If Snape thought it could not get worse, he was wrong. The mindscape started taking on a darker tone once he reached the memories of an eight- year-old Harry Potter.
The air got thicker and darker and the feeling of pain, hopelessness, strongly permeated the thick air. Severus felt torn as he watched a ghost of the boy being raped for the first time.
Wanting to help, but knowing that he needed to continue to the end, Severus wisped a soft "I'm sorry" and quickened his pace.
For his own sanity Snape stopped listening to the cries of pain and suffering around him, looking only for quick moments at the memories and then moving on.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Severus reached the end of the road. There in front of him was a small cupboard, one he remember from earlier memories to be the cupboard under the stairs.
Lined up outside the door were many solid ghosts, all waiting to have their turn with the tortured sole behind the door.
In the line there were copied of some of the more prominent ghosts. Severus could see many copies of Vernon, Harry's guardian, as well as Cedric looking bloody and angry. Voldemort and few other muggles that Severus had seen glimpses of in some of the darker memories were doubled as well, standing in between the copies.
Walking up to the front of the line, Severus took a breath to collect himself, then bent over in pain as his senses where nearly overwhelmed with the pain and suffering that saturated the air.
Panting trying to focus his mind, Severus stood up straight and drew his wand, pointing it at the line of ghost. Collecting his own painful memories as well as all the positive feeling he had of the young Potter, Severus sent them at the waiting ghost.
For a brief moment nothing happen and then as one the ghost all tried to opened their mouth and cried out, but where frozen solid; internally fighting the new threaten.
Severus knew that the spell would not last permanently, but it would give him enough time to try and help the tortured boy that was on the other side of the door.
Keeping his wand out, Severus unlocked the numerous locks on the small door and entered.
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