Chapter 4: Discovering Things
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"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you! Please don't hit me again! I promise I won't yell anymore!" Harry said, tears streaming down his face. He tried to back up more against the headboard. Harry felt gentle hands pulling his arms down from his face, but he was still waiting for something to come hitting him in the face. "Never, would I hit a child." Snape said sincerely. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and didn't see his uncle, but Snape. It wasn't the usual cold looking Snape, but a concerned looking one.
Harry still wasn't sure he could trust Snape though, so he got his hands ready to go in front of his face if Snape so much as raised his hand. "I presume that was a nightmare..." Snape stated. Harry nodded. "What was it about?" Snape asked. Harry squirmed, not really sure if he should say. He remembered what his uncle had said one day.
:::Flashback::: Harry was coming down the stairs, limping slightly after what happened last night. His uncle suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and pushed him down the stairs. Harry went tumbling down, and when he got to the bottom, Dudley, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon were all laughing at him. Harry had blood coming out of his mouth. His uncle came up to him, stepped on his stomach, and said in a very deadly voice "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will make your life a living hell. I promise that." :::End of Flashback:::
"Potter?! Did you hear me?" Snape asked in his usual voice. Harry jumped, being pulled out of his trance. "I-It was j-just a n-n-nightmare." Harry said, trembling slightly. "It was more then just a nightmare." Snape said. Harry looked nervously down at his hands. Snape put his hand on Harry's chin, and raised his head up so that he was looking directly into Harry's eyes. Harry's eyes darted to the ground. "Potter, tell me what happened." Snape said warningly. Harry looked into his eyes, and knew that he'd have to tell the truth.
"M-My uncle. H-He was h-h-hitting me. I couldn't escape, I was stuck there." Harry said. "Did your relatives beat you, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked so softly, that Harry could barely hear him. Harry lowered his eyes. "Answer me, Potter." Snape said coldly. "Yes! Are you happy now! It's your chance to finally see poor Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, beaten, and scared of every thing! Why don't you go ahead an laugh! This is always what you wanted to see, isn't it?!" Harry yelled, more tears spreading down his face.
Harry felt all the pain and anger he felt at the Dursleys, start to get to him. He felt like he needed to punch something, but he didn't think he even had the strength to do that, so he grabbed a pillow, and threw his head into it. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. He didn't care if he suffocated, atleast it would make the pain go away. Before Harry could think anymore, the pillow was ripped from his face, and he saw an angry looking Snape, which, of course, reminded Harry of his uncle, so he backed away.
"I don't know what you may think, Potter, but I'm not as cruel as you think." Snape replied. Harry was still pressed against the headboard of the bed, not moving. Snape sighed. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, I'm guessing you need treatment." Snape said. Harry nodded his head, yes. Snape walked over to the light switch in Harry's room, and flipped it on. "Stand up. I'll need to see all of the injuries." Snape said. Harry didn't really feel up to standing, but he got out of the bed, anyway.
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