CHAPTER THREE - Halum Ninan Vel (Save Us From Hell)
I know that I have not updated in a thousand years, and for some reason I feel inclined to apologize though with most things that involve people or anything at all, I could care less. But since you are taking your pleasurable time in reading this I shall apologize: sorry. There, I know, it was very painful especially for me. But to get past this point of dragging-ness and to the real point :
HERE IS THE NEWEST CHAPTER AND YOU BETTER ENJOY IT BECAUSE I HAD TO APOLOGIZE! AND THAT I WASTED A GOOD AMOUNT OF TIME WRITING THIS WHEN I REALLY HAVE TO WRITE A SEVEN PAGE ESSAY ON AMERICAN ART HISTORY AND A SCIENCE PAPER ON A PLANET…. GOD SCHOOL SUCKS DICK!
ON WITH THE STORY!
HALUM NINAN VEL :
"Headmaster, we are going to need to have to do an examination. We need to see if we can trace whomever did this, it is crucial," Madame Pompfrey told the professors. No one seemed to notice Potter was still in the room.
The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was now a very weary, worried old man. Although he was brilliant and had extensive knowledge, he somehow could not grasp the concept that anyone could be so violated inside this safe haven. It had, never to his knowledge, ever been a reporting of a rape in the school.
"Of course, Madame. But alas, I am able to only give half the consent, for the fact that his godfather is here." Dumbledore replied to the sad, stunned woman.
"Severus?"
"Anything to get those bastards." It appeared that Snape had somewhat transformed. He went from being a sneering, hateful man; to a sneering, hateful CARING man.
Still ignoring Harry, the three approached the bed. Draco was staring up at the ceiling, eyes empty and hollow. Snape knelt down beside his bed, and gently said, "Draco. We are going to give you an examination, to find out who did this. Please, if you can, turn onto your stomach." Draco, slowly but surely, turned himself over. When he did, he locked eyes with Harry, which in turn made him take a step back, for in those eyes he had seen nothing: no beginning, no end. Nothing. It was the most scariest thing Harry had seen. Ever. They remained eye contact throughout the whole examination.
Pompfrey put on a pair of gloves. The three adults huddled around Draco's lower half. Not wanting to see the broken boy's bruised body and feared of making the boy feel even more violated, but they felt the necessity. Madame Pompfrey pulled Draco's legs apart, exposing all. What she saw shocked her. There were still bleeding tears, and there was moist and caked blood everywhere. She scraped of a few chunks of dried blood for a testing potion. She then asked Severus to perform a cleaning spell. When it had done what it was created to do, what she saw next wanted to make her gag. She stepped back and gestured for the other two to step closer to her, a few feet from the bed. She tried to quietly whisper, though it turned out the be more of a stuttered stage whisper : "It, it, a-appears that, um, that, that , that, this has ha-happened before." A look of shock and confusion spread over both men's faces. "Details. NOW!" Snape snapped. Albus merely nodded in agreement. "O-okay," Madame Pompfrey took a deep breath, "I noticed that there is a lot of scarring around the "wounded" area. It looks as though Draco Malfoy has been raped before. Numerous times." Comprehension dawned on the men's faces.
Harry noticed that after this announcement, something appeared in Draco's eyes :panic.
"How would we set about doing this? Hm? I highly doubt Draco would ever inform anyone, including me," Snape said to the other two. He was now stretching very thin on his creek of calm, which was not that deep or wide to begin with. This just kept breaking his heart, if he even had one. He was beginning to have suspicions but he knew Draco had a giant place in his black, shriveled heart.
"Well, there is a potion, Severus. I am sure you have heard of it? To Reveal the Inner?" Madame Pompfrey shot back.
Yes, indeed he had. It would take only about twenty minutes to make. The potion was designed for emergencies, or torture. Although he wanted, badly, to find out who Draco's torturers were, he had a small sign of caution beeping in his mind. This potion could reveal anything from a person. Anything one instructed it to do. It might only hurt Draco even more; he would have to re-live everything. But Severus had to take the risk. He knew Draco Malfoy, never, in forever, would he tell his darkest secrets of his own free will.
Severus left the room. And now, Harry was finally recognized. "Harry," Dumbledore, started. Harry knew that the Headmaster was going to tell him to leave. "I would like you to stay. You might… recognize… someone, or something." Harry was slightly stunned, but merely nodded his head in agreement.
About a half hour later had passed, and Professor Snape once again, entered the room. His hands weren't empty, he had a small potion bottle in his hands. He handed it to Dumbledore, and walked over to Draco's bed, kneeling down.
"Draco. I am so sorry I have to do this," Severus apologized to Draco. He only gave him a stare, mostly empty, with slight confusion. "I am going to have to give you a potion. It is a potion to Reveal the Inner. To find out who has done this to you, in the past and present."
Upon hearing this, Draco started inching to the edge of the bed. Severus moved to keep him still, but Draco tipped himself off the bed. He landed harshly his stomach. But he somehow got up quickly and headed for the exit. Harry Potter stood in his way, Dumbledore and Pompfrey on both sides of him. He took a look around, eyes leading for help. Tears once again welled in Snape's eyes; he blinked them back furiously. Draco rushed up to Harry, and started trying to punch and push his way past. Potter grabbed his wrists. Severus rushed up behind him, and put both arms around Draco's abdomen. Draco pushed back, causing Severus to lift him off the ground. Draco fought the whole way back to his bed. He scratched, bit, and squirmed. Desperate to run away. His screams, moans, and cries sounded off the walls and around the hospital wing. Snape roughly placed him on the bed. He sat on his legs and held Draco's arms above his head. "Please, please! Severus, don't do this, Please!" Draco repeated over and over squirming around. Snape finally let his tears slide silently over his face. "I'm so sorry," he whispered so quietly to Draco, so quiet only the two heard it. Draco stopped talking, stopped moving, and just looked into Snape's eyes, Draco's eyes filled with defeat. Snape was pretty damn sure now that his heart was shattering into tiny little pieces.
When Draco saw Madame Pompfrey come over with the potion, he began to thrash, wilder than before. At one point, Snape was quick enough and caught Draco's nose, holding it, allowing no air to slip through it or exit. Although Draco did hold his breath for a considerable amount of time, need for oxygen became apparent. When he opened his mouth, Poppy Pompfrey quickly poured the potion in his mouth. She held his mouth shut making him swallow it.
Snape released his nose, Draco squirmed a bit, and clawed at Severus' arm, but in the end, he became almost completely still. A blank expression came over his face, and his jaw was slack open. Then, fiery red smoke creeped out of Draco's jaw, nose, and corners of his eyes. It billowed and swirled. Seductively, it wrapped itself around snape, entering his mouth. It then crept around Albus, encircling him then curling around Poppy, entering their eyes. Finally, it drew itself to Harry, softly speaking into his ears.
Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.
It was the most beautiful things Harry had ever seen. It had linked them all together, starting from Draco, and ending in Harry.
The room in which the occupants were sitting or standing, dissipated, and changed into a giant room. It was a grand room. It had beautiful marble tiled flooring, white walls with many paintings and murals, it's ceiling was high and dome-shaped. And you could see through the giant pillars and vine-like glass, the stars above. Tiny chandeliers were hanging from the pillars and it lit the room brightly. Beautiful wooden couches and love seats were in this room, the couches had creamy yellow colored seatings. A giant window was at the back wall.
To the travelers, it felt like going into someone's pensive, but more vibrant and with color. Many people, women, men, and even teens and children, seemed to mingle with in the room. It appeared around three hundred guests were here. "It was an evening party. All the death-eaters and their families were invited." This explanation came from Draco's lips. It was sounded in a distant, hollow, monotonous voice. True indeed, The Visitors to Draco's memories spotted Severus Snape almost immediately. He was having a conversation with Narcissa and Draco Malfoy………..