The Four Steps to Hell

Chapter 3: Scarred Forever More


The pain, visibly etched upon your heart,

The scars a secret, beautiful painting of art,

Although it pains one to see,

The agony made by the free,

Your life now followed by hate,

Do not, let this decide your fate

- Corvus Nyx


Harry awoke the next morning and was right away sent to the therapist. When he walked into the room he was surprised how big it was, with a nice oak desk near the front, and a library in the back of the room. The room itself, had credentials hanging on the wall, which was baby blue, and the floor was white. The man standing before him, was in a navy blue, bath robe, this must be Dr. Davies.

"Hello Harry, do you mind if I call you Harry, Mr. Potter," Dr. Davies asked.

"No, sir," Harry timidly said, staring at his feet as he stood in the door way of the doctor's office, "I don't mind at all."

"Come in Harry, and lay down," The doctor motioned to a plush red couch, for patients to lay on.

"Alright sir," Harry walked in and laid down on the couch.

"How are you today?" The doctor asked politely.

"I'm alright I suppose," Harry stated.

"Were you aware that there were several magical blocks on you?" The doctor asked.

"Ma-mag-magical blocks sir?" Harry stuttered out, his eyes growing wide, and he began twiddling his thumbs, afraid is uncle had heard him say the word.

"Yes, spells that blocked your magical potential," The doc, said, Harry was horrified, this man was saying the 'M' word, with ease and without fear, didn't he know.

"I'm sorry sir, but ma-mag-magic isn't real."

"Are you telling me Harry, you know nothing of magic?"

"I suppose sir,"

"Well, magic Harry," The doctor started, "is real, powerful, and within you."

Harry, however looked skeptical, "My uncle said it didn't exist,"

"Well, I am sorry to tell you, your uncle was a liar,"

"No, my uncle didn't lie, you just don't know," Harry whispered and curled up in a ball.

"Don't know what Harry?" The doc, asked.

"You don't know, the truth, he'll get you if he hears you say it," Harry said softly.

"Who will get me?" The doctor asked.

"He" Harry stressed, "will get you, it's a bad, bad word, and to say it is punishable." Harry cried out.

"Punishable how?" The doctor pushed.

"By a whooping," Harry whispered

"who will whoop you," The doctor asked as kindly as he could, but fear, put a slight edge to his voice none-the-less.

"Go away!" Harry yelled, and the temperature in the room began to rise, slowly at first.

"Harry I can't go anywhere," The doctor told him, "I need you to tell me, so we can fix this,"

"He'll know if I tell you, I can't tell you." Harry began to ramble, "Nope. I won't tell you. Never, ever, will tell you. Not my place to tell you. Don't ask again!" He yelled.

"Please tell me, so I can help you," The doctor begged the young boy.

"No!" Shouted Harry and flames erupted in Harry's eyes, leapt out and caught the doctor's desk on fire, with a blue and purple flame, it ate away the desk as the doctor leapt up, and called for help.

Within five seconds a team of men apparated in, and began putting out the fire with what appeared to be wooden sticks. These men were dressed in black leather looking bath robes, and also had swords on their hips.

"What happened sir?" Asked a private.

"Just a bit of an accident, that's all. Can you please escort Mr. Potter, to his room?"

"Of course, right away sir."

The private took Harry, back to his room for the night, where slept tossing and turning, as he dreamt of uncle Vernon's punishment, for even almost telling the doctor the truth.

The next morning around 5 o'clock Harry awoke screaming for mercy. The nurse ran in to check on him and found him drenched in a cold sweat, "Harry, Harry, Harry, I guess we shall have to see if Dr. Davies can help you, so you can sleep better. C'mon my boy, I'll apparate us to the doctors therapy room.

So they apparated right in front of his door, and she took out an oddly shaped cell phone, to call him and inform him they were here for an early session.

"Hello, My boy" Dr. Davies said as he opened the door.

"May I inquire as to why you are here so early?

"Young Mr. Potter, had a dream that evidently woke him up screaming in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. I figured you would be the best person for him to see." The nurse told him.

"I'll see what I can do for the boy, good night Naomi." So with that he lead the boy in and instructed him to lay down. This time Dr. Davies, spent ten minutes looking at the state of the boy. He was in utter terror still. It was evident on his pale, ghostly face, that he had seen something or someone utterly horrible. The boy, was still sweating, and his eyes were darting everywhere, as if anticipating an attack at any moment. This, was a child living in fear, and Dr. Davies, hoped to help the boy.

"So, son, what did you dream of?" Dr. Davies asked.

"Him, he came to punish me for my misdeed."

"What was your misdeed, he wished to punish you for?"

"Talking to you sir, he didn't want me to reveal anything, what happens at home should stay teir he said. As my guardian, he said he knows whats best for me and a little beating everyday, would build character, not take it away. He told me to stop being such a pussy, or he'd fuck me like one." Harry said, a couple of tears dripping down his face, "Of course, then he laughed in my face, and said, he would never lower himself that much to fuck a good for nothing freak like me. He then proceeded to beat me sir. That was my dream." Harry told him, and the broke down, bawling his eyes out until he fell asleep. He left the doctor with much to think about as he stared at the young boy who was laying on his couch asleep.

Four hours later, the doctor woke Harry up, "Harry, with your permission, I wish to take out your memories of some of your worst, experiences. You won't have to tell me then, it'll be shown to me, and after I view the memories, I'd like to have you face them, and deal with them. Does that sound alright to you?"

Harry, lifelessly looked at the man, "I don't want to face them again,"

"It will help you get better, and maybe let you live a normal life again,"

"If you say so sir," Harry whispered his consent.

"Good, then just concentrate on, five memories, from worst to easiest, among the top five worst. I will remove them and put them in the penisive. Alright?"

Harry nodded and they began removing the memories.

"Alright, tomorrow, we will go through the memories together. Tonight I'll review them, go up to your room and come back tomorrow around ten.