A/N Sorry took me so long to update, but I've been in an internal battle with myself to make Harry Blind, or not... I chose not. But he will be important to helping Snape.
And believe me. Snape will NOT be happy about this.
Harry will be abused. Unfortunately, he has to be for the story to work out. Stop child abuse!
So on we go!
Blind
Chapter 2
Harry Potter stared at the dark ceiling in 'his' bedroom. Images kept bouncing around in his head, making him sick. The teenager figured his summer nights would be filled with nightmares of his dead godfather.
But instead, his nights were filled with his teacher being tortured.
Just the thought of that night a week ago made Harry roll over onto his stomach and empty the little amount of contents of his stomach on the bare floor.
That night was too clear. Voldemort had WANTED him to see it. To see how they stripped the too thin man of his clothes and beat him. To see the Cruciatus curses, along with other torturous ones fired at the already writhing man. To see when they gouged his eyes out with those huge knives...
Harry vomited again.
He found himself doing that a lot lately... Thanks to his uncle.
***First day of summer***
Harry's uncle grabbed the collar of his shirt, practically throwing him in the house.
The teen had marched up the creaky stairs dejectedly, his thoughts trained on Sirius. But once he reached his room, his uncle shoved him hard, making Harry fall roughly on his belly.
"Ungrateful little freak! Remember what happened last summer?" Harry's eyebrows knitted together as he pushed himself up. Then he remembered. The Dementors. "You messed up Dudley's mind! Well. You're going to pay."
Well that didn't sound to awesome.
His uncle had never beat him so bad before. Bruises were covering every inch of his body, as were cuts. He was positive a few of his ribs were cracked, if not broken. And he felt as though he ruptured his stomach, if that was possible.
Hence the constant throwing up.
And then that night he had the vision.
Harry never cried. That was just something he didn't do. But that night he did. Of course, he had never been that close to Snape. He had never even liked him. But seeing the man like that... It was heart wrenching.
So that night Harry cried. He cried for everything he hadn't. He cried for his parents, Cedric, and Sirius. He cried for not being loved. He cried for the pains that plagued his weak body. And he cried for the teacher he wasn't sure was alive anymore...
A/N Whoo! Poor Harry! Poor Severus! Don't worry, things will get better! Who should get the honor of rescuing Harry?
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