Lost But Not Yet Broken

Chapter 10:….blah no name

An: Omg I'm done with this chapter woohoo. Hey I wrote it while in the lab doing math hours, ew math! Buwahahahahahah. Anyway see I told you I would have this chapter out real soon……… this is where you all say "right……" oh shush. I tried. School sux! Work sux! Life sux! Ok for any of you who are reading BlackDragonLady's fic. She will be updating as soon as I get off my lazy ass rerebeta her chapter 19 yes we had an incident with it so grrrrrrr.

An2: I wanted to address a small issue. I am quite flattered that a few of you (my readers/reviewers) have offered to be my beta reader. I am aware that my grammar and spelling in both "Lost but Not Yet Broken" and "Demon's Calling" need to be beta'd, I do already have a beta and a second beta just incase. Most of my chapters are beta'd as soon as they are posted but unfortunately I haven't had the time to replace them with the revised versions. I promise as soon as I have enough time to actually take the time and do that I'll put up the beta version until then please bear with me. I do triple check my chapters myself and try to correct most of my errors but unfortunately I am human and shit escapes the puny thing in between my ears. Damn I just dissed myself ok, I need coffee. But thank you for informing me.

Draco: zzzzzzzzzzz

Harry: *yawn*

Severus: are you done talking yet?

Lucius: *looking for ice pack*

Harry: damn I feel like it's been a thousand years.

Draco: a thousand and one actually

MD: grrrrrrrrrr

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Mister could please maybe lend me a hand
 
To help a drowning, starving, soulless man
 
Whose eyes are blind and feelings all but numb

Whose ears are all so deaf and

Fuel: Empty Spaces mouth is d

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Severus Snape sat patiently in front of the fire place as he waited for Harry to come down. It had been quite a struggle to get the boy to understand that he was allowed knew cloths and accessories, especially in terms of hygiene. Apparently, Harry's years of deprived baths had only increased his desire to be clean. Regularly would he shower, day and night and sometimes, almost obsessively. Severus deduced that Harry most likely enjoyed the feel of warm water caressing his bronze, scarred skin. Unfortunately, Severus was unable to remove the many scars that littered the boy's body, they were just too old. However he had been able to remove the most recent scars from when he had been retrieved. He had tried to put a glamour charm on the boy to hide the scars, but it provided an unexpected reaction in Harry.

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Severus handed a recently awoken Harry Potter a small vial containing an iridescent blue liquid. The ebony haired man directed the boy to drink it with a wave of his hand. Emerald eyes stared blankly at the vial before downing it quickly. Harry made no outward appearance as to the taste of the liquid, which Severus knew tasted worse than fifty year old pumpkin juice mixed with Garat puss. Apparently, the boy was used to ingesting repulsive substances into his system.

Severus watched passively as the most recent of the boy's injuries healed and closed leaving no evidence of them ever having been inflicted. Harry of course took no notice of the magic being worked on his body but, merely remained perfectly still as if waiting for an order.

Severus let out an almost nonexistent sigh before addressing the boy "Harry".

"Yes sir".

Severus performed a rather complex glamour charm which hid all the boy's scars from sight. After about ten or so minutes he herded the boy towards a large mirror that rested against a far wall in the bedroom. Severus gazed inquisitively at the emerald eyed boy as he stared into the mirror. Calmly the boy took in the perfect smooth skin, reaching a hand to feathery caress his scar less skin. The boy suddenly retracted said hand as if he had been burned.

"Wrong" whispered the boy.

"Wrong! Wrong!" he suddenly screamed over and over as if it were a mantra.

Severus could only look on in horror as the boy became frantic, scratching at his arms and chest drawing blood. Harry continued to scream in anguish repeating his mantra, until; finally his desperate cries became tangible. A burst of raw magic came from his body directing itself at the defenseless mirror, shattering the defenseless glass.

"Damn!" cursed Severus as he regained his senses and noticed that the boy had pegged a rather long and sharp shard of glass, cutting at his arms and chest savagely. However, each cut in its savagery was precise almost mimicking where the original scar would have been without the glamour charm.

"There. Always….Always! Wrong! Wrong! Always there!" whispered Harry a fury in his voice that belied the disparity of his words, as he cut and slashed at his skin, spilling blood onto the floor and covering the remaining shards of glass in crimson essence.

Severus grabbed the wrist holding the bloody shard and squeezed causing the boy to drop it. Harry continued to scream and thrash but Severus held him firmly. Finally the boy's strength gave out and he fell back, his eyes glazed and his breaths came out in gasps as he struggled to breath correctly. Severus sighed softly as he gathered the boy and placed him on the soft plush bed at the other end of the room. The tall man bandaged the self inflicted cuts so that they wouldn't continue bleeding profusely before he could heal them properly, placing a sleeping spell on the boy to keep him from trying to inflict anymore harm to himself. Unfortunately, the glamour charm had to be removed first before he could heal the boy's wounds, given the short length of time that the spell had been done.

Suddenly, the tall thin remembered the masking spell that he needed to place at the Dursleys in order to keep Dumbledore from finding the boy's whereabouts. Quickly, he collected a small vial worth of blood from the glass littered floor and spelled the crimson mess away. Using a repairing spell for the mirror, he quickly headed towards his office, leaving a sleeping emerald boy to his dreams however unpleasant they were.

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Severus Had used the boy's blood and with Lucius's help had created a very powerful masking spell which he linked to the boy's uncle so that when ever the obese man was angered the energy signatures would fluctuate, making it look like the boy was merely having a fit. Fortunately, like Malfoy Manor, Snape Manor was surrounded by incredibly strong wards thus; no magic used within its confines could be detected.

Severus had removed the glamour charm and healed the self inflicted wounds. This had apparently calmed the boy when he had woken up. It seemed that the boy had lived with the existence of these scars for so long that to be with out them was like loosing himself in a sea of darkness. They reminded him of whom or what he was depending from what perspective he viewed himself, which was most likely the latter. The fact that the boy had been cutting in the exact areas where his real scars would have been, unnerved Severus greatly. Perhaps the visual aspects of them were like a security blanket for the boy. Informing him that he still existed even if he had become numb to the pain and the darkness, at least, that was Severus' assumption.

A loud thumping noise startled the raven haired man, he moved quickly to the source of the disturbance, his wand drawn ready to strike. What he saw was an eleven year old Harry Potter struggling to drag his trunk down a flight of stairs. His eyes focused on his task, a small sheen of sweat trailed down his neck as he hefted the heavy burden up and then dragged it onto another step. Severus was surprised that the boy had even been able to move the thing out of his room, let alone drag down a hallway and down at least six steps worth of stairs. Of course it was the boy's own penchant for Literature that was the reason for his heavy load.

After Harry learned to read and write properly, he had developed an inert passion for literature. He rigorously read everyday often under the veil of night, even advancing to higher lever potions, charms, and transfiguration books. Severus was amazed at the boy's capacity to learn. Yet, he could not acquire the basic needs for expressing emotion and thought. It was rare to see Harry speak and almost nonexistent to see him express any type of emotion. However, when he did it was either to ask a question concerning one of his books or to address Draco or to respond to a request from Lucius or Severus which generally consisted of a blank "yes sir". Now, it was apparent that the boy had packed every single last novel or text available to him, it almost seemed as thought the boy had packed as if he were not expecting to return.

"Harry?"

"Yes…" Harry let out an inaudible grunt as he lifted the trunk again "…sir?"

"I believe it would be prudent if you let me deal with the trunk. You did not need to pack all your books Harry; they have a library with more than enough for you to read. Besides you will be returning in the summer and Christmas holidays if you wish" said Severus in a commanding tone yet leaving the statement open for refuting. It had taken them at least six months to get Harry to understand and accept that he was allowed to have material possessions like a bed, clothes, and any thing else he either required or desired. Harry of course had refused to touch or wear anything other than the rags he had been found in. He had taken to sleeping on the floor in a corner of the bedroom except when Draco slept over and insisted that they share the bed. At first Draco had been sleeping in his own bedroom but would often awaken in the middle of the night and sneak into Harry's room where he would find the boy on the floor and tell him to get in bed. Eventually, the raven haired boy got the hint and began using the plush bed continuously.

Over time he had relented and allowed him-self to be clothed in the finest money could buy and with his growing interest in books, he gradually became bolder often asking if he could have another book or perhaps order one. Yes, the boy would not ask for any other material needs other than literature based, even parchment was rarely demanded. Many times Severus had caught the boy using old scraps of parchment to write and practice ideas rather than waste the new parchment that he had and could easily be restocked.

Severus had been very careful not to tip off Dumbledore of Harry's whereabouts, thus he never took the boy beyond the Manor's wards. Often he'd give the boy wizardry catalogs where he could pick out anything he wanted or was in need of. Even his wand had been an endeavor, having to collect Mr. Olivander and bring him to Snape Manor for Harry's wand purchase and then paying the man off to keep his mouth shut.

"Severus sir?" said a young yet eerily lifeless voice.

"Hmm. Yes, well come along Harry, we need to get you to the train station" said Severus as he shrunk the heavy trunk.

The journey to platform nine and three quarters was uneventful, consisting mostly of Severus explaining to Harry what he needed to do.

"I cannot lead you all the way into the station Harry. I must return to Hogwarts and prepare for the students arrival."

"Yes sir."

"Draco will be waiting for you on platform nine, he will instruct you on how to get onto the platform. I must ask that you not mention anything about living with me. As far as anyone is concerned, you still live with your relatives – understood?"

'Not that he would say anything anyway' thought Severus dejectedly.

"Yes sir."

"Harry I need you to understand something, at Hogwarts you will not be denied anything. You can do as you wish as long as you follow the rules of the school and do not cause trouble."

"Yes sir."

"Very well then, we are here. I shall escort you as far as the ticket station. You have your ticket correct?"

"Yes sir."

Severus nodded as he put the boy's belongings onto a nearby trolley. The raven haired man had no need to question the boy in regards to the instructions just given for; he knew Harry would follow them to the lit. Severus bid young Harry a good journey and watched silently as the boy disappeared through the crowds. A faint remnant of a smile marred his stoic features as he headed back to the muggle car in which he had arrived.

Upon reaching the vehicle, Severus noticed a one Lucius Malfoy leaning against the side door, sporting a very prominent black eye. Had Severus not been such a controlled man he would surely have found himself on the floor laughing uncontrollably, instead he opted for the direct effect.

"What did Narcissa hex you with this time?"

"She opted for the muggle way of throwing priceless vases at me" responded the platinum blond man as he fought valiantly to prevent a pout from forming on his bruised face.

"I see. And you gracefully fell in contact with one?" asked Severus, indicating the black eye on the man's face, as a smirk found its way onto his features.

"No. I gracefully fell in contact with the side of a door in my attempt to make a tactical retreat."

"In other words, you broke something, she used you as target practice, and in your cowardice you ran into a door."

"…."

Severus couldn't contain himself any longer and let out a deep throaty chuckle, the closest thing to a laugh he would ever get to. The one eyed glare coming from his silver eyes friend did not help matters either.

"I imagine that a certain proud Dragon did not want to bear the shame of his father sporting a black eye caused by the subsequent run in with a door and opted to have only his mother send him off."

"…."

Severus found himself chuckling again. The great Lucius Malfoy may be a brilliant manipulator, the best dark magic using wizard this century, and a all around evil prick with a sadistic sense of humor, but, when it came to his wife, he was the epitome of the words "chicken wuss".

"Come on Lucius, I will give you a potion for that eye. Or, has your esteemed spouse forbidden you from magically healing it?"

"…."

This time Severus chuckle was so close to an outright fit of laughter that had anyone other than his friend heard it, they would have been dumfounded at the idea of Severus Snape actually laughing. 

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Harry pushed his trolley silently pass the platforms and many crowds until he reached platform nine. He easily spotted the gold locks of one Draco Malfoy as he leaned against his own trolley, a small frown gracing his immaculate features. The raven haired boy headed towards the blond quickly with his head down.

Draco sighted his friend and immediately perked up. "Harry!" he practically screamed drawing attention from a few near by muggles who promptly returned to their own business.

"Hello Draco" greeted Harry apathetically while keeping his head down.

*Now what did you do?*

'I did nothing'

*then why is he all submissive like, all of a sudden*

'He's always like that!'

*True.*

'Then Shut Up!'

*…..*

Draco bent his head under Harry's downcast one in order to reach eye contact "don't worry Harry; we'll have fun at school, promise".

"Okay Draco" said the raven haired boy passively.

"Come on we have to get through the barrier."

Harry gave Draco a confused look, causing the blond to smile brilliantly.

"Just follow me, we'll do it together. Now, we're going to take our trolleys and run towards that brick wall over there okay?" Draco restrained the chuckle that wanted desperately to escape as his friend fought between being confused and impassively nodding his nonexistent understanding.

"Magic Harry – remember. Okay! Ready? Now!"

Both boys began running towards the barrier, Draco fell in step behind his friend so that eh could get through first and not end up crashing side to side with him. Hoping that the raven haired boy had moved aside immediately, the blond sped through the magical barrier and found Harry waiting for him on the other side, his face a complete blank. However, Draco knew better, he knew that the emerald eyed boy was completely taken aback at least by the idea of a platform existing within the confines of a wall or simply the sight before him but just couldn't or wouldn't willfully express it

After saying goodbye to Narcissa Malfoy, well, more like Draco saying goodbye enthusiastically and Harry merely sending a solemn "goodbye Mrs. Malof", they boarded the train; both helping each other with their trunks although Draco's was considerably lighter.

Finding an empty compartment both boys settled on opposite seats. Draco had decided to take an early nap leaving Harry to his own devices with another book. After a good hour or so the loud slide and snap of the compartment door startled both boys from their stupor.

A lanky, thin, red headed boy with small freckles adorning his cheeks entered the compartment, followed by two other boys: one a tall average build boy with stale grey hair, a hooked nose, and dull blue eyes; the other, a rather hyperactive boy with dark brown locks that reached his shoulders and lightly tanned skin.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" asked the red head.

Harry continued his book, ignoring the intrusion but keeping one narrowed emerald eye on the group as Draco stood grumpily to address them.

"Yes you did. Haven't you ever heard of knocking first or is that not part of your manners training" said Draco haughtily.

"It's not your compartment now is it blondee?" said the red head as he walked towards Harry who merely stared coldly.

"Hi, my name is Ron Weasley. This is Seamus Finnigan" he said pointing at the dark haired boy "and this…" indicating the grey haired boy "… is Jacob Donigan".

Harry stared coldly at the three intrusions and then turned his gaze towards Draco who merely shrugged in indifference. The raven haired boy interpreted the action as a go ahead to answer the boy and did so accordingly.

"Harry" he said before turning back to his book.

Ron found it odd that Harry hadn't stated his last name but ignored it.

"Now, if you would leave" said Draco, irked by the continued imposition of the three boys. Suddenly the grey haired boy, Jacob, turned towards the blond, an inquisitive look on his face.

"And you are?"

Before the blond could respond, he was interrupted by the snooty voice or the every annoying red head.

"He's a Malfoy."

"Nice to know the name gets around - even to the lower class" sneered Draco.

"You Malfoys are all the same. Think you are so good and all cause you're rich."

"Is that jealousy or envy I here Weasley?" taunted the blond. The red head scowled deeply before turning his attention towards Harry again. Seamus merely ignored the interactions between the four opting to wait for his friends by the door.

"You shouldn't associate yourself with Malfoys Harry, it'll only bring you trouble. After all, Malfoys only end up as filthy snake who become dark wizards later."

(An: do you see a role reversal here. Lmao. Hmm oh boy am I original *sniff* -_- and it was unintentional to can you believe it!)

Draco was seething, his fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to control himself. He had always despised the fact that people only seemed to follow the stereotypes laid out by people who only saw the mistakes of a few Malfoys and not the achievement of the family as a whole. True, Malfoys did tend to be snobbish and smug about their position but only as a safety measure against the prejudices of people like the idiot in front of him.  Suddenly, subtle movement caught his eye, in a flash that was more of a graceful stance than actual speed, the blond found Harry standing not more than six inches from the offending red head, staring coldly at all three.

"Draco wants you to leave."

All three pairs of eyes widened, Draco's anger completely vanished and he couldn't help but stare at his friend. True, Harry had developed an odd sense of protectiveness for the blond but it was often Draco who had to step up just to get a reaction from the raven haired boy.

The fact that Harry had uttered even those words to the trio; sure, he was only enforcing the blonde's own desire for them to leave but still, it was something unexpected from the raven haired boy's apathetic character. However, the red haired boy would not be deterred, his eyes narrowed as he looked back at the blond and then to Harry.

"I see…" he said before turning on his heel and heading out the compartment "… you'll regret this Harry. Malfoy slime will always be good for nothing. Bloody bunch of scum the lot of them!" with that the three left, muttering between themselves, leaving a now newly fuming Draco and a passive Harry who merely sat himself near a window, the initial intrusion gone.

"What do you think Harry?" asked the blond while trying to restrain his temper.

"I don't understand."

"Father and Severus are both dark wizards. And many dark wizards kill people and hurt them. Weasley wasn't lying though, many of them come from the snake house, Slytherin…" there was a childish insecurity in the blonde's voice. So childish and innocent that it belied the arrogant Malfoy character that he had just, only moments ago portrayed so valiantly. Harry stared into silver-blue innocent eyes for what seemed like an eternity before finally tearing his gaze away slowly.

"Draco is Draco."

The blond could only let out a massive smile, his eyes full of tender caring for his friend, who, with three simple words had told him more than he could have fathomed from any lengthy explanation. The remaining train ride was spent in a comfortable silence between the two, only once interrupted by a bushy haired girl looking for her lost cousin.

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An: WoW! Ten freaking pages! That's a new record! God damn and it's only 1 am wohoo! Party over here! Well there would be had the werewolves not stolen all my liquor. Anyway well I hope you enjoyed I know there was a lot of info in this chapter but I had to compensate for the lack of info in chapter 9. I can't help but make fun of Lucius and I know you all expected an actual scene between Lucius and Narcissa but I just didn't have it in me. Narcissa isn't a real key character in this so I'm trying to keep as low key as possible. Now Snowgirl has alerted me to the fact that I have completely forgotten about Hermione. Well no worries if I remember any she might/ will make a cameo! lmao

MD: well till chapter 11.

Draco: thank god!

Harry: *goes back to sleep*

Lucius and Severus: *sticking a ferret down his pants*

MD: *winces* that ferret is not going to be nice.

BDL: BUWHAHAHAHHAAH!