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WARNING: Abuse and memories that contain abuse and SLASH in later chapters.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape (Mentor, maybe something more later on.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't complain.
A Voice on Mute
Chapter 5: The Silent Desperation of a Crowd
That night, Oris was faced with so many questions. He ignored every single one of them. He made a silent retreat up to his shared dorm with the other boys of his year. He got a bed close to the window and sighed contentedly as he fell into a blissfully silent dream.
"Oris has scarred welts on his back. We assume them to be from his previous caretakers. I take it you will keep this to yourselves as Oris is in a very fragile state." Gray hung his head on his chest and sighed.
"Yes, we will keep it secret, though our school nurse will need to know. I presume young Oris knows about these scars." Dumbledore said, staring at the young boy asleep in his doctor's arms.
Gray nodded his head and rubbed his hand up and down Oris' back. Oris groaned in pain, "Ghost pains is what we call them. We try to never touch his back."
Dumbledore nodded. Snape snorted and shifted his position in his chair.
"Will the pain ever go away?" Dumbledore questioned.
"It all depends on his will to give them up," Gray said.
Oris woke with a groan as the light seeped through the windows of the dorm. He sat up, stretching his arms and yawning silently. He rubbed at his eyes and slid off the bed. Straightening out his pajamas, Oris made to reach for the covers of his bed. He looked at the cloak draped over the foot of the bed and gave a smile. Oris pulled it to himself and began meticulously folding the large cloak. Placing it back at the foot of his bed, he reached under the bed and pulled out a large duffle bag.
Shuffling through the clothes and books, he pulled out a silver picture frame. He smiled at the people in the picture. A drenched Gray was carrying Oris under his arm at a company picnic. Oris had a water balloon clutched tightly in one hand and an amused smile plastered on his face. Smith was bent over clutching his stomach in rapt laughter. Many of the other doctors caught in the photo were laughing as well. Oris placed the picture frame on his nightstand and grabbed clothes out of the duffle bag.
Looking around his dorm, he took notice that he was the only one up. Figuring it would be safe to take a shower, he did just that.
Stepping into a shower stall, Oris turned the water on, the lukewarm water shaking him out of a dazed reverie. He shook as the water pounded on his scarred back. Oris reached a hand back to his back and rubbed a scar. Whimpering in the process, he continued on to washing his hair and conditioning it with muggle conditioner. He smiled at the memory of Gray telling him his hair was too unmanageable and needed to condition it. Oris did just that.
Finishing rinsing his hair, Oris proceeded to scrub his body, ignoring the scars that scattered his torso. Rinsing himself completely of the soap suds, he turned the water off and grabbed his towel outside of the stall only to feel a hand grasp his.
"Potter," a deep voice said.
Oris yanked his hand back and huddled into a corner of the shower stall. Wrapping his arms around any revealing extremities of his body and pulled his knees to his chest; the shower curtain was drawn closed tightly.
"Potter," the deep voice said again this time putting his hand on the shower curtain.
Oris whimpered, his body shaking clearly.
"It's Professor Snape," the voice said, chucking Oris' towel over the curtain to land on Oris' head. "Trust me, I wasn't trying to peak. I just came to tell you that I have been assigned to take you to get a wand before classes start."
Oris stood in the stall, quietly relieved that it was Snape and not a member of his dorm. He wrapped the towel around his small body and opened the shower curtain. Stepping out of the stall he grabbed his underwear and pants and stepped back into the stall and closed the curtain. Snape sighed and leaned against one of the faucets.
"Would you mind hurrying up, we don't have much time left."
Oris stepped out of the shower stall and folded the towel and placed iton the faucet Snape was currently leaning against, Snape watching Oris' every move and tracing the scars that littered his torso. Grabbing his deodorant and applying it to each underarm. He quickly brushed his teeth and threw his shirt on.
"Are you ready?" Snape said, sounding none but annoyed.
Oris nodded his head, walking back into the dorm room and placing everything neatly on his bed. Snape glanced at the Oris' nightstand and found his eyes drawn to the picture frame. He walked over to it and picked it up. Oris watched him and a small frown grew on his face. Snape looked at all the happy faces and looked down at Oris and noticed the frown. Placing the photo back on the nightstand he mumbled to himself, "You truly were happy once."
Oris face grew void of any emotions and picked the folded cloak up and handed it to Snape, a faint presence of gratitude lighting his eyes. Taking it into his hands, Snape minimized the cloak and placed it into one of his pockets. He turned quietly away and stalked out of the room, Oris following close behind.
Arriving in Diagon Alley, Snape proceeded forward with Oris gasping to catch up.
They approached a shop and entered. "Ollivander," Snape called out.
An old mad shuffled out of a back room and looked at his customers, "Well hello there, Mr. Snape. And who is that young one behind you?"
"Oris Fides, or as he is more commonly known, Harry Potter," Snape said with a sneer.
Ollivander did a double take, his jaw opening and closing several times. "But he was missing."
"Not anymore he isn't," Snape said with a glare. "Back to business. We are here for a wand for young Mr. Potter."
"Oh yes, I believe I have the one just for him." Ollivander stepped away and back into his back room. Oris took to examining the store, Snape just sat on a chair in the corner of the room. Ollivander returned with a finely carved wand, "Here try this, and just give it a flick."
Oris did as he was told and the bell on the counter exploded into tiny pieces. Ollivander covered his head and grabbed the wand from Oris, "Nope, nope, no, that is not the right wand."
Snape chuckled in the background and Oris tried collecting all the pieces of the bell. Ollivander returned with another wand and hoped it would work better than the previous one did. Oris gave it a flick and Snape's chair shattered into pieces as Snape bodily collapsed with the chair. Ollivander laughed openly at Snape and retrieved the wand from Oris.
Oris shuffled to Snape to try helping him up. Snape just waved his hand and stood up, fixing the chair back to its previous state. Snape decided he would remain standing.
Minutes passed and Ollivander finally came out with a wand he believed would be the right wand for Oris. Holding it in his hands, a strange glow emanated from the wand and Oris' body. Ollivander looked at the wand, "I thought that would be the one."
Oris looked at the man curiously, as did Snape.
"That was the brother wand of another. The other being the one that gave you that scar that resides on your forehead. Thirteen-and-a-half inches with a phoenix feather."
Oris rubbed the scar on his forehead. 'Someone gave me this scar? But who?' Oris thought, looking at the wand that he held in his hands.
Snape looked at Oris and sighed. "Well, we must be going, classes will be starting soon."
"He sure doesn't talk much for being famous," Ollivander said.
Snape sneered.
"I guess we will meet again young Fides, take care."
Oris waved goodbye and followed Snape out of the shop. Shuffling quickly to the exit of the Alley, Oris struggled to keep up with Snape.
A thick crowd of wizards and witches swarmed towards Oris, leaving him caught in the middle of the group. He quickly lost sight of Snape and was trying as hard as he could to fight his way through the crowd. Soon enough, he was in a completely different area then he had been when he entered the Alley.
Swiftly moving his head side to side, desperately trying to find Snape, people began staring at him. Whispers shot through the crowd.
'Is he all alone?'
'He looks lost.''
'Poor thing.'
'I wonder where his parents are.'
Oris began heaving with anxiety. A short, stout woman came up to him, her face held concern.
She put her hand on Oris' back. Oris shuddered and tried defiantly to get away from the offending hand, but to no avail. "Are you lost? Do you need help finding your parents? What's your name?"
Oris shook his head. She left no room for answer and if she had, he wouldn't have answered her anyways.
"Child?" the woman questioned.
Oris began heaving for air as though the woman were suffocating him. He began convulsing, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"Oh my! He is going into shock! Someone! Get help!" The woman yelled desperately at the crowd of onlookers. She gently placed Oris on the ground and held his head so he wouldn't accidentally bang it on the ground. Sweat gathered over his brows and the woman wiped it away, revealing his lightning bolt scar. The woman gasped, "You're Harry Potter!"
The crowd suddenly stopped mowing about and looked at the tiny boy convulsing on the ground. "Dear Merlin!" someone cried from the crowd, "It is him!"
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. I really do appreciate them. I hope to have the next chapter out by Thanksgiving. Snape comes to the rescue in the next chapter and word spreads of the appearance of Harry Potter. Next chapter also contains the form of magic Oris will be using, so be on the lookout in two weeks.
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