Hey y'all!

Soooo new fic, kinda scary and um, obviously also took some of my writing time away from my other stories (still need to update the Miraculous one :/) but I actually had started this one some time ago as like a drabble just to help me get past some writers block, but it's kinda grown a bit more and here you go.

Warning: child abuse (physical and emotional)

No slash. There will be some mentor student relationship between Harry and Snape, or at least bettering relationship than cannon. And I kinda ship Harry and Hermione together in this as well (although not the main focus)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Harry Potter and all recognizable characters do not belong to me, I'm simply borrowing them.

"The goal of these lessons is to teach you to block your mind Potter," Snapes drawl grated on the teens nerves as he caught his breath.

"Well maybe if you give me a moment, or actually teach me what I'm doing, then I could block it."

"Do you think the dark lord's going to care if you're out of breath?" A black gloved hand gripped Harry's neck and pushed him up, almost bringing him to his toes. The strike of fear from the position was hard to hide, and Snape caught it. "No he won't. Again."

"Wait professor don't-" Harry yelled before the potions classroom dissolved into smoke.

Hairy blinked, already recognizing the memory. They were in the Dursleys den, Harry standing in the middle of the room stiff as a board. His glasses had broken again and were currently taped around the bridge unevenly. His sweater was a few sizes to large with holes in several places over ripped baggy jeans that only stayed up due to the shoe lace tied around his middle.

Snape was currently standing near the table behind the couch and able to see the street outside. His cold face took a look of shock before sneering at Harry, who was trying to plead with him to leave, to stop the memory.

Vernon was approaching the window, drawing the curtains, the screech of the metal made the bespectacled boy flinch.

"Now see here boy." Vernon had turned around, his pudgy face scrunched up even more and tomato red. In his hand was a cane, the polished black stick had a metal tip at the bottom. "I told you I wanted this house clean by the time I got back, didn't I?" Harry nodded. This had been the past summer, in between Cedric's death and being taken to Grimmauld Place. He had still been cleaning when Vernon got home, the floor was still wet in the kitchen from where he had been mopping when the car pulled up the drive. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!" His uncle yelled.

"Yes Sir." It was barely a whisper but it satisfied the older man.

"And what were you doing that you couldn't finish one simple task?" He had rounded the coffee table and was only a few feet away from Harry, the boy's recent growth spurt had eye level yet his blue green orbs were pointed down.

"I was cleaning Sir, the whole time you were gone. I couldn't have possibly cleaned the whole house in two hours!" Harry's own temper had risen as well. The task was impossible, having to clean up everything took at least five hours if he wanted to meet his aunts standards. Glancing up Harry felt like shriveling under his uncles gaze.

"Excuses! I don't believe you. I bet you were off writing to your friends or playing with that bloody pigeon!"

"Owl." Harry corrected under his breath, something that slipped out between his lips.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE BLOODY CREATURE IS!" Vernon yelled and struck Harry in his arm with the cane. The teen backed away grasping his arm as tears formed in his eyes, only to hit the stairs and found nowhere for him to turn to. Strong as an ox, Vernon grabbed Harry's neck with his free hand, locking him in place and cutting off his air while his uncle continued yelling. "WHEN I TELL YOU TO GET A JOB DONE, YOU GET THE BLOODY JOB DONE!"

Harry's face was turning red, getting closer to that of his uncles by the second. "Shirt off boy, you get no padding for this." He was released quickly and fell to the floor, and tried to take a moment to breathe. A foot to his stomach knocked the wind from him and he coughed as his hair was gripped and pulled upwards. "Take your shirt off now boy!" The hand stayed in his hair as he struggled to remove the fabric, his hands shaking and jerking as he pulled it up and over his head. In all of his movement he had knocked off his glasses, the shapes in the room began to blur together, his sight only made worse by his tears. His uncles pudgy hand was tugging his hair again, pulling him up and turning him around so that his chest was pressed into the cupboard door and his hand up and next to his head as if he was going to be cuffed.

"Now boy, you're gonna get what's coming to you. And you're going to take it." Vernon spoke to his ear before pulling away, barely giving Harry anytime to prepare before bringing the cane down hard on his back. The teen yelled and tried to move away but was pushed back by another hit, this time to the side. When Vernon had finished, Harry's back was a mess of red welts, a few of them splitting open. Several of the strikes had also hit his arms and hands, leaving quickly coloring bruises.

Harry was turned around again to receive his final dealings, the aftermath of his punishments were always worse. "You'll be spending a few days in the cupboard, boy, and no food until I think you've learned your lesson." the cupboard was opened and Harry was shoved in, his much lankier 15 year old frame was no longer able to fit, especially as the cupboard had a few more things in there for storage. The door was slammed on him and he heard the latch lock.

"Learn your place boy and next time I might be more forgiving." Those were the last words before the scene changed again, although not back to Snapes office, but instead to a round pink room with cat painted china plates hanging on the walls.

Snape was again standing as an observer as he wasn't part of the memory and again Harry was standing in the middle of the room facing another pudgy person except that this wasn't his uncle.

Delores Umbridge stared right back at Harry before realigning a pencil that rolled just slightly out of place. "You're late for detention Potter. I would've thought after last time you would be more punctual but no matter. You can always serve another detention tomorrow night."

"But Professor it's not my fau-"

"Well who's is it then Mister Potter?"

"Flich cau-"

"Mister Flich Potter."

"Mister Filch," Harry made sure to over exaggerate the word, "He caught me in the hallway and didn't believe I was on my way to see you. It wasn't until Snape step-"

"Professor Snape." her tone was the only thing that gave away the rising anger in her obnoxiously pink body.

"Professor Snape had to inform him that I was indeed on my way to a detention with you." He had almost yelled the word professor at the woman who looked shocked at his outburst. He cast a look to Snape and saw recognition in his eyes of that night, and probably the day after as Harry was nothing but cold to him and didn't rise to anyone's bite.

"I see. Thank you for those what must have been well thought out excuses Potter, but you should really stop the habit of blaming others for your mistakes." She stood and walked around the table as she talked, her wand tapping her open palm emitting small sparks.

"They weren't excuses I was telling the truth." Harry tried to defend himself. Umbridge's smile simply grew even more strained.

"Stretch out your left arm Potter. Towards me." There wasn't any room for discussion in her voice as her cold eyes stared him down. Pulling back the sleeve he held out his arm. The bruises from the last memory and the many other times like it had faded since the summer, however his activities at Hogwarts had added a few more. What really stood out on his arm were the small white circles up and down his forearm.

Umbridge gripped his wrist with her meaty hand and twisted it harshly, effectively keeping Harry from moving. He let out a small grunt and noticed Snape in the corner, a look of confusion on his face.

"Lumos." The tip of Umbridge's wand glowed as she brought it closer to his arm. "Potter, you know how I feel about lying don't you? Hmm?"

"Yes Professor." He gritted out. He knew what was going to happen, not just because it was a memory, but because it had happened before, several times.

"And you know how I feel about you being late?"

"Yes Professor."

"So then you know that I have to do this in order to help correct these bad behaviors?"

Harry didn't bother to respond, he knew that she just enjoyed enforcing her will, enjoyed making those who she thought had so much power feel weak.

"Alright then." She sighed as if she truely regretted what she was about to do before pressing the tip of her wand into Harry's arm. Instantly the light brightened and he tried to hold back a scream as it burnt his skin. Harsh breaths escaped him as she pulled it away leaving a bright red circle. "Hmm. I think five should do tonight, and then you can continue your lines."

Harry wanted to ask her to stop, he was willing to beg, but all he showed was the defiance that was expected from the great Harry Potter as the witch brought her wand to his skin four more times before releasing his arm.

"Good. Hopefully you will be on time tomorrow. Now sit down and write some more lines."

The world swirled again.