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Harry's whole chest was covered in gashes and bruises. His chest was bright red with blood, and some of Harry's ribs were sticking out. They were broken. Harry's stomach looked like it wasn't even there. Harry's arms weren't as bad, except for one. It looked like it would fall off, it was so mangled. Blood dripped onto the floor, but Snape didn't notice. It looked worse then what Deatheaters would do. It looked like Harry was Voldemorts favorite prisoner.
Harry's head was bowed in shame. Snape just continued to stare with his eyes wide. Snape blinked a couple of times, and then went to get some potions. He came back a few seconds later with 4 potions. Snape handed Harry a potion with green liquid on the inside. "This is a bone-healing potion." Snape said. Harry drank the vile tasting potion in one gulp. "This is a healing potion." Snape handed Harry an orange potion. Harry did the same thing as the first one. Most of the gashes Harry had dissapeared, except for the one on his arm. It only closed a little. Blood still oozed from it.
Snape handed a cleansing potion to Harry. Harry drank it, and all the blood started to dissapear. "This," Snape said, pointing to a purple potion, "Is a potion for all the scars." Harry was about to ask something, when Snape answered it before Harry even opened his mouth. "No, it won't work on that scar." Snape said, pointing to Harry's lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Harry looked quizzical at Snape. "Just a lucky guess." Snape smirked. Harry drank the purple potion, and most of his scars went away.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Snape beat him to it, again. "Your arm can't be healed by magic. It will have to heal the muggle way." Snape said, and then went into his store room. He came back with a bandage. "Hold out your arm." Snape said. Harry slowly stuck out his mangled arm, and Snape began to wrap the bandage around his arm. It went all the way up to his shoulder. "Try not to use your arm alot." Snape said. Harry was about to ask a question, when, yet again, Snape somehow guessed it. "It will take about a month to heal." Harry looked exasperated.
"Are you sure you can't read minds?" Harry muttered. "Yes, I assure you, I can't read minds."
Snape said, before walking off. Harry took that as his cue to follow. He grabbed his shirt, gently
pulled it over his head, and followed Snape into the living room. Harry heard a hiss of pain, and
then his scar bursted with pain. Harry figured that Voldemort was calling his Deatheaters to a
meeting. "You too?" Snape asked wryly. "You better go. He's really mad." Harry said in a strained
voice. Snape then apparated. Harry's scar was still bursting with pain. He knew something was
wrong, but what?
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A/N: Hmm...what's wrong? Stay tuned to find out!!