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"Is there any issues amongst the students," Dumbledore asked. "That need to be confronted."

"Yes," Flitwick stated wondering why he even bothered bringing it up again. His complaints had been ignored last time. People had claimed they would keep an eye on the situation but again, nothing was done to fix it. "But I've brought it up before and nothing has been done. I should hope you are all shocked to know I literally had to talk to convince Mr. Potter to remain at Hogwarts."

The idea of a student wanting to leave Hogwarts startled everyone. "What," McGonagall said surprised hoping that she heard wrong.

Flitwick gave Snape a glare. "He was willing to give up his magic just to leave school," Flitwick stated. "Because the bullying has gotten that severe that he can't even walk in the halls, sit down to dinner, or do his homework."

"How," Sprout asked.

He wondered if his colleagues were being purposely obtuse. How could they not notice the extent of abuse that his student suffered? "Have you ever seen him pair up with another student," Flitwick demanded.

Sprout tried to think before shaking her head covering her mouth surprised. "No, I usually pair students off or ask for groups of four, I've said he could join a group before since we are an odd number. No, I haven't."

"Now the other Ravenclaws have been harassing him so badly he cannot do his work in the library," Flitwick stated looking to Madam Pince. "Can anything be done there so he can do his work in peace."

"I was unaware of any problems, he is one of your claws, he's a bit clumsy but..."

Harry was a lot of things but clumsy was not one of them. "I can probably suggest that his clumsiness is due to students slamming into him, sending tripping jinxes or any number of other assaults, though he has gotten so nervous that he shakes."

"It is really that bad," McGonagall asked. "I had thought you were exaggerating."

"No," Flitwick stated annoyed. He had never been one to exaggerate and it annoyed him they'd accuse him of such a thing. "He has been locked out of the common room three times with students hexing the portrait to give him questions no first year has the ability to know. On occasion mastery levels. I've had to step in each time to unhex the portrait and have given him an alternative entrance. His backpacks been broken so many times reparo charms are no longer working."

"Perhaps he is just careless with his things."

"Except I've had to repair damage that could only be caused by cutting curse damage," he returned glaring at Snape. "And you know, I blame you for how bad it has gotten. Because the bullying got worse since you take points for nothing at all and then his housemates blame him for falling behind," Flitwick said. "Students have made it so he hasn't even been able to eat in the great hall. A spell so he can't touch the dishes and they all run away from him. Watch, tomorrow I am sure it will happen again, for the fourth time this week."

"What can be done," McGonagall said.

"He refuses to fight back," Flitwick said. "Because he's aware that they lose interest faster when he doesn't. I've made some changes, he has access to my office and the dueling chambers to do homework. He knows where the kitchens are. I've taught him the reparo charm as well as charms to protect him at night. But I cannot put three quarters of the school in detentions. it just seems to make it worse for him when I punish the transgressors. I am at a complete loss about how to end his situation."

"He's probably exager..." Snape started but Flitwick cut him off angrily.

"How can he exaggerate when I've healed the bruises and cuts, when I've actually had to heal two broken bones since September, its only November now," Flitwick stated. "Madam Pomphrey, how many times has Mr. Potter made it to the infirmary after being cursed or beat up?"

"Nine," she said shocking the other professors. "Though each time I've noticed his injuries in various states of healing suggesting that he has been attacked more than that."

"And it is not possible for him to have done it to himself," Flitwick asked trying to prove a point that he shouldn't have had to.

"Unless he hits himself with two dozen stinging hexes until his arms so swollen that he can't bend it," She said as Snape blinked back in surprise. "Or if he's slammed himself into walls and dislocated his shoulder, or the cutting curse to his back, minor of course, painful but not particularly dangerous. Then there was when someone clearly hit him with a blasting hex to the leg. I've written up each attack as required by the school bylaws."

"And who are the worst transgressors," Dumbledore asked since the situation was clearly getting out of hand.

"The entirety of his year," Flitwick returned, "With the exception of four or five students who just can't be bothered. Most people third year and above can't be bothered but they will still attack if he is nearby. He can't make friends because with so many people attacking him, those that may like him are too afraid to even be seen working with him."

"Has he made any friends," McGonagall asked.

"No," Flitwick said. "if it would be possible to assign partners where necessary to pair people up, so he is no longer working alone. He has so much potential but if things do not stop, I think he will give up. He is near there now. Hell, he had to send away his owl."

"What do ya mean by that," Hagrid asked surprised.

"He was scared for her because people kept sending stinging charms at her to mock him," Flitwick returned.

Hagrid started bawling, "what is the matter now," Snape demanded.

"I yelled at him," Hagrid admitted tearily. "I growled 'im. I gave 'im hedgewig. Yelled at him said he shoulda thought bout whether he wanted 'er before take' 'er. I growled him for takin a pet then throwin her away like garbage. Said that 'e didna deserve a pet like her. Called 'im selfish for given her up. 'e 'asn't come visit me since. Ya sayin people were hurting her."

"Yes," Flitwick said disappointed, Hagrid of all people should have listened. Flitwick remembered how in the first week the first year doted on his owl feeding her from his own plate. She had flown in every day, never with a letter or a package. Just flew in to see him. He hoped he had said enough to get something to be done