Disclaimer: "Dear Lawyers. Can I own Harry Potter for a day?" No? Then crap. I guess I don't Own Harry Potter.
Pain! Wake up…hurts…Aunt Petunia's gonna kill me…pain…slept too long…hurts…get up…Pain…too much…HURTS…unh…Who's that?
"…he wake up?"
"I'm not sure. He lost most of his blood. I've given him some transfusions, but he received major trauma to his head, kidneys, and…reproductive organs, as well as liquid in his left lung and severe internal bleeding. That's just the beginning! He's half dead Albus. Right now, I'm not sure if he'll wake up at all."
"Poppy dear, keep trying. He can't die. He…"
The voices faded again. In the back of his mind, Harry knew he should try to hear what they were saying. The darkness was back though…and it was so comforting…if he just stayed in it for a little while…not long enough for anyone to notice…
Albus looked down at the battered and broken Brat-Who-Lived. Madame Pomfery bustled around the Hogwarts infirmary. How did things go so wrong? It was going so well. Harry was being the perfect Savior. He was in Gryffindor, he rushed headlong into danger. He never showed signs of abuse, just like Albus knew he wouldn't. That's why he knew it was safe to put him with the Dursleys to begin with. So how did it get to this?
Earlier That Day
"Enter."
Dumbledore looked up to see Professor McGonagall come through the door to his office. His customary offer of candy dies along with his smile as he sees the worry with which the normally calm witch walks.
"The special wards we put on Harry's house are down." McGonagall says without hesitation, replying to the questioning look in Dumbledore's eyes. He pales, knowing this means the worst. Either Harry somehow managed to run away, or he was in serious trouble.
"The Ministry would have been alerted. Go back to your office and fire-call Minister Fudge. Tell him that we are handling this. There is nothing else you can do here." he says in a grave voice. If Potter is dead, then the world is doomed. Both worlds.
What now? Potions Master Severus Snape stalks over to his fireplace. "Yes? I'm quite busy with brewing a volatile potion at the moment. Can whatever menial task you have for me not wait until I'm done?" He knew he was being irritable, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong and, having no idea what was making him feel this way, he was getting jumpy. And that's not good when you're making potions.
"The protection wards around Mr. Potter's house have vanished. I need you to go see what happened." the Headmaster said sternly.
Why me? He nodded and turned to leave, grabbing some potions along the way. Just in case. When he reached the school gate, he apparated, having seen the house that Lily grew up in a few times before.
At 4 Privet Drive, Snape paused. Everything was so disgustingly matching and normal. He stood there, trying to figure out how he would get through the door, when the feeling came back. Something was very, very wrong. Suddenly he found himself looking down at Harry Potter, the Bloody-Brat-Who-Wouldn't-Die, in shock. Quickly grabbing him, he found himself apparating. Directly into the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts! That should have been impossible. His thoughts are cut off by a gasp from his left.
Poppy Pomfery was used to blood and bruises. She could deal with broken bones and upset stomachs. She's the Hogwarts nurse! But she still was not prepared to see Severus Snape appear in the middle of the Hospital Wing, holding a blood drenched body. She was even less prepared for who the body turned out to be when she got a look at his face after starting to patch him up. Harry Potter.
Present
"Black cat, white cat
Running cross my path"
Wha? The boy didn't open his eyes yet. Didn't think he was able to in fact.
"Look up, look right
Don't turn back"
He couldn't tell where he was, wasn't even sure who he was. He couldn't remember anything like that. So what was that song?
"Stay strong, go fast
Won't hold my breathe"
He can't think! It's as if the only thing he can remember…is part of some stupid childish song!
"Black cat, white cat
Nothing's left!"
Everything stopped at that. I'm sure it will come back to me later. Then it all was black.
A/N:I want to say that I'm sosososososososososoooooooooo sorry for not updating. I almost never find my muse after I lose it. But with the reviews I got, all the people who put me on story alert and favorite story list, and the one person who favorite author'd me. You all have me fighting to find and hold my inspiration. So thanks! And I hope you liked it!
~Anger~