Harry couldn't move but the meaning behind Blaise's warning was hitting the full impact upon catching a glimpse of someone who always gave the boy encouragement. Oliver Wood's wand was being twirled between his fingers, eyes cold as if Harry was an irritating bug that begged to be killed.
"Muffliato," Wood whispered as sound was cut off around them after Harry was levitated to an empty classroom. The eleven-year-old wanted to yell, scream, or even stun his assailants in just an effort to do something. The young Gryffindor could only remain frozen in place as the freezing stone floor met his back; listening to the older Gryffindors conversing what to do with him.
"The Cutting Curse would teach him a lesson," Oliver said with malice on his thin lips. There were no protests about the curse until the beginning of the spell spilled from his lips. Harry's thoughts were solely focused on fighting against his body, wanting an escape from the events that were sure to come.
"Sectem -"
An interruption was made as Katie Bell shoved the wand down that had been intent at Harry's lone figure. Katie had a hand clasped over Oliver's mouth.
"Do you want to get expelled?! Professor Snape hates Gryffindor and would the opportunity to take it out on us!" She hissed. "Yet, he may let it slide. You know how much he loathes, saint-Potter," Katie spat his name like it was dirt. Wood took the Gryffindor chaser's word to heart, they needed to remain undetected and keep the blame focused on the Slytherins. After all dark spells like those leave behind a magic residue. A slender hand was extended with a wand of dark oak at the tiny Gryffindor.
"This ought to teach you a lesson, lets see how well you can walk after this," Katie Bell snarled. "Diffindo!" The spell was filled with power as tiny cuts slashed Harry's face, the main damage was concentrated solely on his legs and calfs. It was like a carving knife was running down past the knee-caps as they split him open. A scream would have rung out had a weaker body-bind been cast. These Gryffindors were no amateurs with magic, making them even more dangerous with your guard down. Harry could feel the oozing blood run down under his shredded trousers. The spell was cast again as Harry cried out without sound. The feeling was as if a knife was embedded into his right leg as the insides were torn apart. Later in the future will the young Potter look back with the thought of this is the work of Death Eaters, not followers of Albus Dumbledore and his secret organization. The pain in Harry's legs intensified as tears ran down the child's face. Not a drop of remorse could be found on the older students.
"Pathetic. He can't even stand a little pain," Katie commented with repulsion. Of course she knew that the eleven year boy was experiencing much more than a little pain. "I can just imagine what the Cruciatus Curse will do to him."
Harry was still conscious as his legs continued to burn like scolding fire. The young Gryffindor didn't even want to ponder a more devastating spell much less his current state. The young Gryffindor's body slowly shut down to a comatose state in an effort to rest. Nothing was stopping blood flow until magical aid had arrived. Harry's instinctual magic had little effects as the spell had traces of darkness blocking the protection magic.
The young heir's face had turned pale from blood loss when help finally came. Most would argue it was bad luck when Severus Snape found his limp form. Severus' first thought was that he caught Potter out of bed after hours and fallen asleep; the assumption shifted to worry as he hovered his wand over the tiny Gryffindor.
"A body-bind with a severing charm laced with dark magic," the Potions Master mumbled. "Finite Incantatem." Harry's body instantly relaxed with his mind away from his body's protest. Snape didn't dare to move or secure the Gryffindor's legs as he summoned a stretcher before concealing them both. Anything Snape had thought of the arrogant Potter had vanished, even he itself wouldn't want any harm to come to his students. This was the work of an older student and Severus knew it was no Slytherin. They respected the young boy at witnessing from one of their own defending him. Something that has never happened in centuries, a Slytherin vouching for a Gryffindor. Normally someone may have targeted or been pushed aside, except the one rule that all houses are required to follow: Never harm a first-year. The Slytherin student also gained attention for speaking up where he's been characterized as quiet and observant.
Imagine Severus' shock that Harry's treatment had been going on for several months, opposed to an once or twice treatment. The current circumstance for the Gryffindor had escalated to a breaking point. Due to being a Potions Master, Snape immediately recognized the faded burns on Harry's palms.
"Poppy, when did Mr. Potter receive those burns?" Snape gestured to Harry's hands as Pomfrey tilted a Blood Replenishing potion down his throat.
"Several weeks ago to a month," Pomfrey's voice was hoarse while assessing the damage of Harry's appendages. "Severus, he may have to go to St. Mungo's Spell Damage ward. There's only so many spells and potions I can use." Just the fact Madam Pomfrey mentioned St. Mungo's graved the seriousness of the situation to the young Professor. Madam Pomfrey was one of the best mediwitch's in Britain, but even her expertise couldn't surpass the healers at St. Mungo's The most the mediwitch could do was stabilize and heal the young Potter's left leg. Harry's right leg was in a critical condition and without treatment the consequences would become fatal. "There's too much internal damage to repair and healing can only go so far. We can inform the Headmaster and Minerva later." Pomfrey was almost talking to herself yet Severus heard every word.
"Mr. Potter needs a very special Floo Powder as Apparition's far too dangerous in his state," Poppy informed Severus as if he was Potter's head of house. Madam Pomfrey had a spot of fine royal blue powder by her mantel piece. It was used purposely to travel to Mungo's without going through fireplaces. Poppy did not dare to use regular Floo powder or a portkey. Harry's leg had yet to be properly assessed for full damage. If fate was on their side the Boy-Who-Lived would keep the full use of his lower extremities. The downside of healing was Harry losing all feeling and use of his right leg.
The starting process in Spell Damage at Mungo's could have been better. The first five to ten minutes did the healers stare at Harry's scar in awe. Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat with an angry glare. "You are healers, how dare you waste a moment's time to stare at someone who needs you aid! How dare you!" The mediwitch hissed. The healers had the nerve to look ashamed at their actions; they were known for their capabilities and fast reactions. It wasn't every day that you saw Harry Potter inside Mungo's. Soon it went all downhill once the healers found a core of dark magic in Harry's right leg. They took the diagnostics but refused to treat the eleven-year old. They were more focused that the Minister of Magic would panic if he heard anything concerning dark magic, than taking a risk and saving a fellow wizard or witch's life. Even at the very cost of their very savior as they were too scared with their own fear. It was obvious that Madam Pomfrey would return to Hogwarts with her young charge within not even half an hour. Poppy was usually a calm and well-tempered witch and it took everything in her to not curse the Healers.
Upon Poppy's return did she notice Severus' absence as the young Gryffindor was placed in a private ward. The witch's face grew paler with every word she read from the diagnostics from St. Mungo's on a piece of parchment. Pomfrey went to her fireplace to summon the Potions Master, if anyone could deal with Dark Curses, it was Severus Snape.