.:Problems in the bloodline:.

Of treatment, worries and old foes

*Summery: When Harry gets abused, and suffers from the memories of his fourth year, Harry starts to feel like he no longer CAN feel. Harry gets help from his friends, and one Severus Snape. But when Harry finds out the truth about his blood line, nobody can help him, except his worst enemy. HP/HG DM/GW RW/LB.

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*Spoilers: 1-4, some minor details from OotP might be referred to in this chapter. (But we started this before OOTP came out, so in this story Harry is going into his 5th year)

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This chapter is written by Guardian Angel of Wolves.
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It was nice and quiet in Hogwarts' hospital wing. The windows were open to allow fresh air and the sweet smell of summer in. Since the beginning of summer vacation, Poppy's only visitors had been some of the teachers, who came back for a day or two to settle some affairs beforehand and were complaining about minor aches or who just wanted a chat with her. Humming to herself Poppy finished the letter she was writing to her cousin. The poor women jumped in surprise when the peace and quiet were suddenly shattered.

" Madam Pomfrey!"

Severus Snape marched into her little sanctuary, his face very pale (even more than usual) and with an air of suppressed rage.

"Honestly, Severus! What, in the name of Merlin - Oh, my goodness!"

For she had just spotted Snape's charge, Harry, lying limply in the man's arms. The state the famous boy as in was -put bluntly - terrible.

"How did this happen?" Poppy asked a little breathless.

"None of your concern, women, just treat him immediately!"

Snape looked ready to explode and the briefest of seconds Madam Pomfrey imagined that steam would be coming out of his nose, the way he bristled. Still shocked Poppy set to work, but not before giving orders as was her habit.

"I'll try to patch him up, but I'll need you to bring or make me some potions."

"Which ones?" Snape had a tendency to stay casual in the most stressful moments of events.

Waving her wand in very complex patterns, she mumbled to herself and bewitched a quill and parchment to write something down.

"Here you go." She told the impatient Potions teacher moments later. "These are all the potions required, with haste I might add. Do think you'll manage?"

Instead of answering her, Snape turned on his heel and left her alone with her patient. Turning back to her charge, Madam Pomfrey sighed.

"This time he really pushed it, poor lamb, and school hasn't even started yet. Oh, come on Poppy, get a grip and help the boy!" she reprimanded herself. "You've seen worse in the old days and you did not get 18 OWLs for nothing!" Determined the school nurse set to work.

** Riddle Manor, other side of the country **

"You'd better have some good news for me, Avery or you'll face my - displeasure."

The Death Eater named Avery could not help but hold his breath as he faced his cruel master; soon to be rulers of Britain.

"My Lord, it is an honour to be in your presence. Malfoy and I suspect, err know, a means of discovering the information you desire."

"I am losing my patience." The Dark Lord growled; irritated.

Then his voice turned to a sugary sweet one that did not fit him at all. Knowing his master like any Death Eater did Avery could not suppress a shudder, knowing he was in for a good dose of pain.

" Do tell me, my dear Avery, did you not pledge your services to me after last June? What were your words again?"

Voldemort tabbed his chin with his wand, feigning a pensive look.

"Oh yes, now I remember. Your exact words were: 'Master I live but to serve you.' Would it not be a shame to waste such a life if your services don't please me, Avery?"

His voice once more returned to one of complete authority, yet this did not comfort the Death Eater lying at his feet.

"Next time you will do better, unless you consider your life as worthless as I consider it. Be gone from my sight and send for Lucius."

As Avery scrambled to his feet, Voldemort's red eyes watched him every move. Tremendously relieved the shaken Death Eater reached the door; he froze when his master called him back.

"Oh, and Avery-"

"Y-yes, my Lord?"

"Were have your manners gone? You did not say goodbye. Crucio!"

**

Lucius watched with great satisfaction as that fool Avery came limping out of the master's room. A smirk settled on his aristocrat face.

"Rough meeting, Avery?"

"He's in a foul mood today and you'd better not upset him." Avery growled. Lucius nodded and reached to open the door when Avery gave him a very odd warning. "And make sure you greet him properly."

Raising a perfectly depilated eyebrow the proud Malfoy entered. As he reached his master's high armchair he fell to his knees and kissed the hem of his robes.

//I hope he cleans his robes well each night, with every single one of us kissing it all day.//

Lucius masked his feelings well, though, as he greeted his master.

"Master you asked for me?"

The Dark Lord gave an annoyed sigh.

"Would you be here had I not summoned you?"

"I supposed not, Master."

"State 'Loyal Death Eater Rule Number 28b' for me, Lucius."

"One is not to question the Master under any circumstances. Only in the rare case when one is given the permission and authorisation to by the Master himself on forehand." Lucius quoted.

"Good boy. And did that exception on the rule apply to you?"

"No, my Lord."

"Then you know your penalty. Legimens!"

Lucius gasped in shock as his master watched some very humiliating moments of his childhood.

Voldemort chuckled as he lifted the spell.

"On another day I shall ask for the details, Lucius. Now tell me, my favourite pet: can you read?"

The Malfoy swallowed his anger and replied, "Yes, Master, I can."

Voldemort's temper flared. "Then why have both you and Avery alike not been able to book any success? It has almost been over a month with as good as no result and I want that document right now!"

"Muggle files are hard to get for a pureblood, Master. We had to search the entire place first before we found the building to begin with and if we were to murder every single Muggle every single Muggle-"

"Enough, crucio!"

Lucius writhed on the floor in pain, screams being thorn from his throat. He could barely support himself up when the Dark Lord finally lifted the curse.

"I am going to say this one last time, Lucius: You'll bring me every bit of information you can get about the boy's location and about the boy's relatives. When you do find the boy - and I hope for your sake that you will - you are to bring him to me alive and unharmed or I'll find myself a new pet, understood?"

"Y-Yes, M-master." Lucius' limbs were still shaking like made as he all but fled the room.

Voldemort relaxed back in his chair and liked his bloodless lips thirsty.

"Wormtail, bring the red wine; I prefer a Bordeaux'97."

"Yes, m-my Lord."

And as Wormtail hurried to obey his master's call, a dark haired boy stirred in his slumber before turning over and fall into a much-needed peaceful dreamless sleep.

***

Snape closed his eyes wearily as he sent the last owl out. There, all Potter's little friends had been informed of the boy's whereabouts and condition. He's already brought Poppy the requested potions an hour ago. Now he just needed to tell Dumbledore. The old headmaster would not be pleased, no sir, not at all.

//At last he does not torture messengers who bring bad tidings.// Snape thought and unconsciously he rubbed his arm on the place where the cursed Dark Mark disfigured his skin.

Though he would never admit it to anyone Harry's condition had worried him. How could the boy allow those filthy Muggles to do that kind of damage to him? Then again, Snape was a Pureblood himself and he had not had a very happy childhood either. He had been so relieved when he had attended to Hogwarts for the first time; being far away from his parents' fights and his father's harsh training. Oh yes, Snape senior had known how to make his son a perfect little pet for the Dark Lord. Snape smiled as he thought that at least that plan of his father had failed.

// I bet you're turning over in your grave, Father; seeing as it is Lucius who is the master's lapdog and not me, thank Merlin.//

Ten minutes later found him seated in Dumbledore's office with a cup of tea and -to Snape's disgust- a Canary Cream.

"You wanted to see me, Severus?" The ever-cheerful headmaster asked.

Snape nodded. He had never before felt guilty about wiping the smile of Dumbledore's face. He gave a detailed insight of the conditions in which he'd found the headmaster's golden boy and mentioned Poppy's treatment. After hearing the objective Potions master out, Albus thanked him and hurried to have a look at his favourite pupil himself.

Hours later Poppy Pomfrey had long since given up trying to shoo the elder man out of the Hospital Wing. All she could do was offer the man a meal and kindly ask him to alert her should there be a sudden change in Harry's state. She herself took a few hours rest while a depressed Dumbledore stayed seated at Harry's side.

"Oh, Harry." he whispered softly, "I am so sorry for everything. If only you knew why I thought I could keep you safe with them."

When Poppy came to relieve him from his 'shift' five hours later, Dumbledore had fallen asleep in his chair his hand still resting upon that of their teenage charge.

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