Harry Potter: Picking Up the Shattered Pieces

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Summary:  Harry Potter is found guilty of murder, attempted murder, aiding and abetting a known Dark Wizard, and being in the company of Death Eaters.  He is sentenced to life in Azkaban.  He avoids the Dementer's Kiss, but is put into solitary where he receives no visitors except Dementers and prison medical staff.  It is now 10 years later.  The war is at a stale mate… neither side having the power to win and not willing to risk losing.  The people responsible for the crimes Harry Potter was accused of are captured and Harry Potter will be released.  What remains of the kind, responsible, charismatic leader that Harry was becoming?  How much of the young man that commanded respect… even from his hated potions teacher has lasted 10 years in hell?  SLASH  DM/HP  Mpreg mentioned.

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Chapter Three: Prisoner of Innocence

As Severus and Draco rush into the private room, they are shocked to see Harry convulsing on the bed with Madame Pompfrey and Ginny desperately trying to hold him still.  "It seems like he is having a vision." The nurse exclaimed.

"Indeed." Severus agrees as he joins them in restraining Harry.  "I assume we will need to keep him as still as possible to prevent further damage to his back?" He asks the Medi-witches.  They both quickly nod their heads.  "Draco, come hold his hands and listen to what he says."

"No, no! Fools!  Did you think to hide this from me Lucius?  How was it possible to lose the only two Death Eaters who know of Potter's innocence?  I ordered you to eliminate those involved!  Not obliviate, you idiot! CRUCIO! Ow ow ow please d-don't be b-bad any more… I hurt with you b-be nice, be g-good please… please no more s-screaming…" Harry continued to scream and mumble for another hour, but no actual words could be heard.  When the vision was finally over his body went limp except for the occasional tremble.

Madame Pompfrey cast a spell to keep him paralyzed until she was ready to perform the necessary surgery that would hopefully heal his injured back and spinal column… if the surgery did not work he may never walk unaided again.  The four gathered gazed at Harry in silence, the truth of his condition slowly sinking into each of their hearts and minds.  Harry was not only physically devastated but also emotionally and mentally.  Each one vowed that they would do whatever was necessary to aid the man to whom they had sworn their loyalty and their lives.  They gazed at him, each lost in their own thoughts.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and gasped in pain at the bright lights.  Closing his eyes tightly, he heard the voice from before, "Harry, its okay now… it's not so bright.  Can you open your eyes again?"  With this, Severus was awarded with a pair of dull green eyes.  His heart clenched once again at the difference between those eyes and the ones he remembered from ten years ago.

Harry looked around the room at each person.  He glanced at Draco, Ginny, and Madame Pompfrey but there was no recognition in his glances.  He looked at Severus as tears started to fall.  "Is this home? Home is better… but I can't move… why can't I move?  Was I bad?  Why am I so mean to the dark men in my dreams?  Am I a mean person?  I don't mean it… I try to stop them but they bow and scream.  I don't like screaming very much.  Who are you?  I can't remember.  I remember some things I wrote them so I could remember…" His eyes scan the walls of the room before widening in panic.  "Where are the words?  The words are important… I have to remember… I have to remember… but the words are gone… make them come back please, please make them come back!"  His voices raising in hysteria as more tears streaked down his face.

Draco paled as Harry spoke… he wasn't sure he could do this but one glance at the pain and panic in those green eyes and he grabbed Harry's hand before Severus could speak.  "Harry… Sshh… it's going to be all right… we won't let you forget.  Look at me, Harry… that's right… now take a deep breath and let it out."

"I am Harry?"

"Yes, you are Harry."

"I am Harry.  And you are… you are…"

"Harry, this is Love… remember Love?" Severus spoke up.

"Yes! Yes, I remember love… I wrote it on the walls so I could remember… I am sorry I forgot what you looked like, but the cold ones come and you go away… but I wrote it and I remember… I am Harry… I am innocent… Remember Love… I must win war… see so I do remember." Harry smiled at Draco, but his smile gave way to a puzzled frown.  "How come I can't move… my legs don't move so good, but never this bad before."

"Harry these nice ladies had to make it so you couldn't move because we want to fix your legs for you." Draco explained in a gentle voice.

"Oh, thank you nice ladies.  The mean man said you might make me better… better is good… so you are good."  Harry turned to Severus, "I think I like it here… here is better… please don't take me back to the cold place."

Severus knelt by the side of the bed and took Harry's other hand into his own.  Looking directly into Harry's eyes he spoke in a very serious voice. "Harry, I promise you.  You will not go back to the cold place ever again.  You can stay with Draco… He is the Love that you remember.  Ginny and Poppy will help to make you feel better and try to fix your legs so they work as well… they are the nice ladies.  There will be others here that will help you too.  You are not alone anymore and will never be alone again.  I know that I was mean before, but I will not be mean anymore.  I want you to get better too.  My name is Severus"

"Sev'rus… Snape! Okay.  You are not mean anymore… and you promised no bowing or screaming.  You are nice now and you took me away from the cold place… I think I will keep you.  But… could you p-please p-put my writing on the walls for me?  I can't move so I can't do it… and I don't have anymore wet stuff to draw with because you didn't hurt me.  I have to remember my words, I have to… would you please write them?"

Severus stood and took out his wand.  A few muttered words and a wave of his wand and Harry's precious words… in Harry's own handwriting appeared on the walls… just as he remembered from Harry's cell.

"Th-thank you, S-s-s… do I call you Snape like when you were mean… or do I call you Sev'rus like when you were bowing?  I want to remember… could you… could you write your name on the wall for me?  And … and put D-draco's name next to Love for me… oh, and the nice ladies' too so I can remember … I … I … don't remember so good without my words… I used to touch them and they would make me smile."

Once again, a few words and wand movements later, Severus had done as Harry asked.  He also put pictures next to each name to help Harry remember.  He added Hermione and Ron to the wall as well.  "Harry, here are some of the people who want to help you…  I put them here so you would know you were safe with them. Okay?"

"Okay."  Turning to Draco, Harry smiled shyly.  "I want to touch your face, Love.  Please."  Draco smiled, "Of course… you can touch me when ever you want."  He lifted Harry's hand and placed it on own cheek.  He closed his eyes and relished the feel of Harry on his skin.  He had missed this touch for so long.  A single tear fell from his eye and hit Harry's hand.

"Don't cry… I'm sorry… I"

"No, Harry, don't be sorry… that is a happy tear… I am so happy to see you and touch you and hear you again that I just couldn't hold it inside."  Draco gently kissed the palm of Harry's hand.

"Oh, 'kay.  I'm tired… I'm gonna sleep now 'kay?"

"Yes, Harry, you sleep now."  Draco leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead.  He sat in the chair next to the bed still holding Harry's hand.  "I will be here, you are not alone."

Harry's eyes closed and he slipped into his first restful sleep in over ten years… with a small smile on his face.