Opps! You're right to be confused EsScaper, I forgot to explain that time has jumped forwards again. About five years this time. Also Sirius is still alive. (That should be pretty obvious cause he's in this chapter.) He shows lots of emotion too (and in the next chapter) so hopefully that'll make you happy :)

Yea, Voldermort found out he was a spy Crescomellonnin. To be honest I haven't really decided how! Sorry.

I could read it CitrusPeach! Glad you liked it :) They were both pretty different schools. The only thing they really had in common was they both didn't have many rules and were pretty much filled with people who either couldn't cope in normal schools or got kicked out of them. (Both in my case.) The first was tiny. It was just one (falling apart) terraced house and a shed behind it. There was only about 100 students (and that was everyone, from 4 to 18). It was nice but the teaching was pretty crap. That's why I went to the other one for my last year. It was a grind school just for 5th and 6th years (17/18 year olds usually, though there were people there from about 15- their 20s) and there were about 1000 students! Also it was mixed and there were lots of people from other countries, both of which were new to me. Anyway, it was a good idea to move cause I got a good leaving result (520 out of a possible 600) and more importantly, made loads of friends. I'm going to stop going on about school now. Sounds interesting :) How do you know if you've passed if there are no exams? Well you deserve it, that was another long review! Sure you can! Let me no if you do, I'd love to read them. I don't know who that designer or any of those painters are :( but I'm glad you had a good trip:)

Ok, probably time for warnings now. This chapter is probably a little disturbing (a good chunk of it is just Pomphrey listing all the injuries Snape has) so you might not want to read it.

Hogwarts:

Professor Dumbledore and Poppy Pomphrey stood in silence in the infirmary. On a nearby bed Severus lay unmoving, under the effects of a sleeping draught. St. Mungo's was overflowing. It had made sense to bring him here.

"How bad is it?"

For a moment she couldn't seem to answer. Then her face regained some semblance of professionalism and she recited the injuries.

"His right ankle is shattered and the leg is fractured in two places. His left's broken in three. There are fractures to his pelvis. All his ribs have at some point been broken. Some have healed in bad positions. His right shoulder is dislocated and has been for a long time. That arm is broken at the elbow and again at the wrist. The other one, near the top of the humerus. All his finger have been broken repeatedly. His jaw, nose, left cheek bone and left orbit are all broken. There are two separate skull fractures. Nearly all the skin has been removed from his back, presumably by repeated whippings. There are burns, mainly concentrated around his chest but everywhere really. He has a punctured lung and bruising to most of his internal organs. There are more bruises than I can count and hundreds of cuts ranging from minor to deep gashes. Most of them are infected. Add to that all the injuries that have managed to heal: dozens of broken bones, hundreds maybe thousands of scars from the older cuts and burns... He's hugely underweight. There's evidence of extensive use of crucio along with many other curses. And he's been raped. Repeatedly."

The headmaster said nothing.

"There's more, things I don't quite understand. Given the severity of the damage done, the... the sexual abuse must have been occurring from a very young age. Also some of the healed injuries are decades old, yet too numerous to have come from normal accidents. And some of the scars on his arms, there's something odd about them... too regular."

Dumbledore didn't answer the unspoken question. Instead he asked, "will he recover?"

"Physically? Yes, for the most part he will. Though there will certainly be lasting damage. And there's nothing I can do about the scars. Mentally? I can't even begin to speculate."

There was a long silence.

"Sir, if you're leaving, I'd like to attend to my patient."

"Yes, of course. I'll check in latter Poppy."

He had barely closed the door to the hospital wing when he found himself confronted by a very unhappy Sirius.

"You said he was dead Dumbledore. You said he was dead and there was nothing we could do!" There were red streaks on his face and it was obvious that unlike Pomphey's, his attempts to hold back tears had been unsuccessful. But then they'd been close, hadn't they? And Sirius had never been particularly stable.

"How could you have left him there for three years? How?"

"I only told you what I believed to be true. As no information on the Order was leaked I assumed Voldermort had to have killed him."

"Liar! You knew he'd never talk. And you knew Voldermort would never be so kind to a traitor as to simply kill them."

"Son, I did not know."

"You knew! You're Albus Dumbledore, supreme mugwump and all that! You know everything. Of course you knew."

His anger seemingly spent he collapsed on one of the bottom steps of a nearby staircase and, resting his head on his knees, waited.