Here's chapter 3. Sorry again for the cliffhanger. Once again, disclaimer and warning are in chapter one, if you fail at reading that, well then you just fail… And on to the story!
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'Oh gods!' Severus thought as the lightning lit up the sky again. There was someone on the field in this weather. Casting a variation of Wingardium Leviosa on himself, threw himself off the tower, descending rapidly and hitting the ground at a run.
'Oh gods, no wonder this woke me up! Who in the name of all nine hells would be out here? Surely only the mad!'
Severus raced across the field, skidding to a stop on his knees in the mud before the dark lump. Dark hair and robes plastered everywhere, Severus had no idea who it was beyond a student. Even the house badge was covered in mud.
He lifted the body up, shocked at how light the student was. He figured maybe a 4th year or so by their size and weight, and dashed back towards the castle. He tore down the stairs to his dungeons. Waking Pomphry would be stupid, he had even more potions than she had available, some which were frowned upon.
Bursting through the door to his chambers, he propped up the figure in the chair closest to the fire. Pointing his wand at the fire, he forced it to becoming a blaze. He went over to his potions cabinet, unlocking the protective spells and throwing it open, grabbing random potions he thought he might need.
Kneeling before the soaking form, he pushed the hair out of their face and froze. 'Fuck. Of all the people...' The lightning bolt scar stood out strongly against Harry's pale face. He put his fingers to Harry's throat, feeling for a pulse. There, he's still in this world.
Sighing, Severus grabbed a couple potions, uncapping them and pried Harry's cold mouth, and poured them into his mouth, gently rubbing Harry's throat to get him to swallow.
Harry swallowed sluggishly, choking slightly on the potions.
Severus counted off on his fingers 'Warming potion, calming potion, mild standard healing potion… That should do for now. Now to see if there are any other injuries.' After quickly casting a drying spell on himself, Severus started undoing Harry's robes, pealing the sopping mass of fabric away, bringing Harry's skin closer to the quickly warming air.
'Gods, he's skinny. There's nearly nothing to him as he managed to undo the front of the school robes and baring Harry's shoulders. He pulled Harry forward to rest against Severus' shoulder so Severus could get the robes off his back, and pull off the sleeves.
Pushing Harry back, Severus caught sight of Harry's arm and froze again. Long, red, jagged lines traced themselves down Harry's arms. They were obviously very fresh and Severus couldn't too many older scars. This was probably the first time he had tried to hurt himself.
Severus pulled out one of the various ointments he had grabbed and started rubbing it into Harry's arms, causing him to whimper slightly. Severus continued rubbing the potion into Harry's arms until they had healed enough to stop bleeding completely and scab a little.
Taking off Harry's shirt revealed bruises covering most of his body in all sorts of colours blossoming over his body, looking like perverse flowers. Severus sucked in a breath, he knew that Harry's home life wasn't the greatest, but he didn't think things had gone this far. Some were nearly faded away, and some were over lapping. It made him feel sick.
Grabbing one of his own special potions kept only in his cupboard, he gently started rubbing the potion over Harry's chest, circling around some of the larger ones until they started healing. By the time he was finished, there weren't any violently coloured ones. The bruises that had been fading were gone, and others were to the point where it didn't hurt to just look upon them.
Pulling off Harry's pants, Severus continued the process. The pile of Harry's soaking clothes were starting to steam in front of the fire.
'There.' Standing back, Severus surveyed his work. Some colour was returning to Harry's face, and his breathing was a little better. The cuts were closed over and the bruises were going down. Harry would be fine for now.
Severus conjured several pillows and propped Harry up, then conjured several large blankets to cover Harry. 'That should do it for now.' Severus made sure the fire would be going for a good long while, then returned exhausted to his bed.
He hoped sleep would finally claim him now that the disturbance had been corrected and now Harry was resting safely.
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Sorry it takes me so long to update, school's been keeping me busy. I still could use a beta if anyone feels up to it. And thanks for all the reviews, good and bad, they help me write. Everything feels so short, but I want to keep updating to keep my readers happy.