Weeks flew by in the same pattern. When Severus angered him, Sirius would beat him, with belt or by hand. When the convict was especially in a bad mood, he would make the child preform a sexual act with him. Many days, the boy would stay locked in his room, having to magically conjure food or drink.

One day, however, when Sirius was off visiting Dumbledore, Snape left his room, wandering around the mansion. In the kitchen, he stumbled upon a mirror. He looked at the mirror, and to himself, muttered "I need someone to save me."

Suddenly, the mirror shimmered. A man's face appeared. He had dark, messy hair, and glasses over beautiful green eyes. The most notable thing, however, was a zigzag shaped scar on his forehead.

"Sirius!" The man's face brightened. "You haven't called in so-" he frowned. "You're not Sirius."

"I-I'm sorry, I'll go, please don't tell the angry man!" The small child pleaded. The stranger looked at him with confusion.

"What's wrong? What happened to your face?" He asked, seeing the dark bruises.

"The scary man... When I do things he doesn't like, he hits me. It hurts. Please help me!" The child cried. "And sometimes, he-"

"SNIVELLUS!" A voice thundered from behind the child. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" The child went pale.

The man on the other side of the mirror vanished.

Sirius grabbed the boy and bashed his head against the wall. "What were you doing!" He demanded. Hearing no response, he took off his belt, folding it in half. As he began to give Severus his worst beating yet, all hope of being rescued from this terrible place slipped away. Sirius grabbed the boy's throat, squeezing it as he continued to hit the boy's scarred form. Just as Sirius was about to pull down his pants, there was a knock at the door.

Harry Potter was surprised to feel the mirror burn in his pocket after so long. When the clearly abused child told him about the scary man, and Sirius yelled for him, he knew he had to do something. So when his godfather answered the door, he cut off the man's questions.

"Where is he, Sirius?" He demanded.

"Where is who?" His godfather asked. "There's no one here, Harry- and what the bloody hell? You should have called!" Harry looked wary, but began to walk towards the kitchen when he heard a small, scared voice from a tiny closet.

"Help me! I'm in here!"

Sirius went pale. The brat! Harry glared at his godfather before walking towards the closet. Quick as a flash, Sirius grabbed Harry's wrist.

"No! Stop, you-"

Harry threw open the closet. Inside, there was a small boy, covered in blood and bruises. Harry looked at his godfather in disgust.

"We're going to Dumbledore." And grabbing the child, Harry disaparated.

Sirius screamed in frustration. His godson, alive! He hadn't called, nothing! And Snape! He had spoke! Then Harry saw what he had done... Was that guilt? Ashamed, and terrified to what was coming, he apparated to Hogwarts.