Thank you to the beta of this chapter- Born-of-Elven-Blood

Chapter Thirteen - Nightmare

"Hush, my little Harry, everything is going to be fine," Lockhart said sweetly as he ran his fingers through the naked child's hair.

Harry had already taken the potion, had no choice but to take it, so he was only able to let out small whimpers here and there as Lockhart gently kissed him on the lips and neck, speaking to him softly as if he were a frightened puppy.

"Now, I know how much you want to please me, " Lockhart said as he eased Harry down onto his knees in front of him. He opened his robes up and took out his hardened member.

"You are such a good boy for me Harry, " Lockhart said as he pressed it to Harry's lips and gently slid it in, letting out a soft moan as he reached the back of his throat.

He pressed his hand on the back of the boy's head as he slowly began to move his hips forwards and back, letting Harry saliva coat his penis before pulling out and lifting Harry atop his throbbing erection and pushing him down onto it.

Harry whimpered as he felt himself being stretched, a burning pain shooting up his spine, until he felt as though he was about to be ripped in two.

"So warm inside, " Lockhart groaned as he lay back and settled Harry on top of him, rubbing the child's testicles, kissing his neck whenever he whimpered as if to offer comfort.

"Harry… Harry you're alright… Harry wake up!" The voice changed from Lockhart's to Snape's as Harry fought his way out of the nightmare. "Harry wake up, come on boy, wake up!"

Harry shot up in bed, tears streaming down his face as he cried out.

"Get him off of me! Get him off of me! " Harry screamed, his hand clawing at the Professor robes.

"Harry he isn't on you, he's not here, you're safe!" Snape said as he took the boys hands in his, giving them a small squeeze to let him know he was there..

Harry could only manage to shake his head as he burst into fresh tears. "He's here...I can feel him… the things he made me do. I didn't want to!" he cried in short sharp gasps. The room spun and he couldn't seem to get enough air.

"Harry calm down now," Snape said, worried about how the child was working himself up. Lifting him, he slid onto the bed, allowing Harry to learn against his chest so he could feel his breathing. "Deep breaths. In...and out...in...and out."

Harry tried his best to do what he was told but was soon choking on the air. Letting out a sigh, Snape tried a different tactic.

"What are the ingredients to Burn Paste?" Snape questioned. "Come on child, if you want to be healer this is something that you need to know."

"...Corn oil," Harry was able to get out between the sobs. " Mallow leaves and stems… aloe… chickweed… and… and slug juice."

"And what's the brewing time?"

"Ninety minutes… shelf life is six months…"

"Very good," Snape said, impressed. "Now what is in Skele-Gro?" he asked, choosing a harder potion this time.

Once again Harry listed off the correct ingredients, brewing time and the shelf life.

Snape continued with two more potions until the child had calmed down and fallen asleep in his arms, exhausted.

Severus gently shifted the child off onto the bed, careful not to wake him, and rose to leave.

"Leave the light on," Harry muttered just as Severus was about to turn it out.

"I am right down the hall if you need anything," Severus replied softly. "And don't forget you can call Cinsy as well."

With that Severus pulled the door shut and made his way back to his room, where he collapsed into bed and stared up at the ceiling. He had no clue on how to help Harry move on. How could anyone move on from this?

"Lily, help me," he murmured. "What do I do?"

Little did Snape know that Ron and Hermione were having the same conversation, huddled together under Harry's invisibility cloak in the Restricted Section of the library.

"I don't understand how this could have happened! How could we not know that something was going on?" Hermione whispered.

"We may have… he… he could have erased our memories as well," Ron suggested with a frown.

"How do we even help him? I can't imagine what he is going through. This isn't Voldermort… this ...this is something else. We can't fight this, there's no spell that can be used."

"It's not our battle to fight," Ron said. "It's Harry's. All we can do is be there for him."

"How can we do that when he wont even let us near?" Hermione cried, feeling useless.

"Well… we let him know. Let him know that when he is ready we will be there..."

"...let him know that we don't think of him any differently, that he's still the same Harry," Hemrione finished Ron's sentence.

The two sat in the library under the cloak for the rest of the night, talking about ways that they could let Harry know that they were there for him, and always would be.