Hey guys!

Thank you so much for the rewires!

Some of you pointed out that I have bad grammar and that's true. I'm not English, I am Norwegian and I struggle a bit with English grammar but I think this is a fantastic way for me to get better at writing. And I also have dyslexia, so I don't always see the mistakes I'm making soooo yeah.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

(and also, J.K. Rowling made this masterpiece)

Rewies:

Nanettez: yeah i know, I was thinking about doing that, but it didn't fit in the story I was trying to do. And it happening in my story too, everything with the chamber and that but I chose to focus on harry and the abuse

Guest: hahh yeah I really tried to do my best

Isabel380: we´ll see

Broombros: yeah sorry. Im trying to get better

Madame Pomfrey watched Harry's sleeping form. Harry have been visiting the hospital wing to many times already. And it's only his second year. He is such a sweet boy. He didn't deserve this, nobody deserves this. He has already gone through enough. Abused by his own family. His only living relatives, Madame Pomfrey through angrily.

She had been putting healing cream on his bruises and cuts and wrapped bandages on the worst of them. He also was healing from a very bad concussion and had to take it easy for two weeks. His wrist had started to heal but wrongly, so she had to rebreake his wrist, among other bones in his arms and legs. After she had healed his current injuries, she also cast a more detailed diagnostic spell and this was one of the worst cases of abuse she had ever seen! It was a long list of injuries from time age of 2! He also was very underweight and had clearly been neglected food. And it isn't going to surprise her if he doesn't develop depression, anxiety, PTSD or other mental illnesses.

Madame Pomfrey has outraged! He doesn't deserve this! Her heat aches for this boy, and she was going to do everything like Harry can get justice!

She have been collecting prove for him like they can get a trial and the Dursleys will be behind bars.

She will have to contact Minerva and Albus, and she had to send a letter to Mrs. Weasley, telling her how brave Harry's have been.

Professor Mconagall was sitting in her office after having the second years. Young Weasley and Granger came up to her right before class Mr Potter was not feeling well and went to the hospital wing. Mr potter had a talent for getting in trouble, he had that from his father. But his kindness and consideration for others, he had from his mother. She made a mental note to ask Poppy about how's he doing going later. But she didn't have to think about that long, she got a patronus from her, telling her to come to her.

Minerva immediately was worried, my she had a feeling that it was about Potter, no one else than him are able to get stuck in the hospital wing the first day! She just prayed that it wasn't serious, unfortunately, her prayers wasn't heard…

She got to the hospital wing and knocked on her office. She didn't see Mr Potter in any of the beds. Where was he?

The office door opened

" ah Minerva, thank you for coming her so fast" Madame Pomfrey said.

"No problem poppy, I was just going over some summer essays" Minerva said as she walked in.

" isn't Potter here? His friends came to me before class and told me that he wasn't feeling well and went here" she told poppy as they sat down. She was starting to get really worried about the boy.

"That's why I want to talk about, Mr

Potter did indeed come to me, but not because he was sick" poppy started. "He was injured"

"What happened?" Minerva asked concerned.

Madame Pomfrey told minerva about what accrued this morning, what Harry told her, what injuries he had and the list of his past injuries.

Minerva was frozen in shock, she couldn't believe it. That little sweet boy, he didn't want anyone something bad! He wouldn't hurt a fly, always putting everything in front of him helping others. He didn't deserve this.

Minerva got up from her seat and paced. She told Albus that Harry didn't belong there! That Harry would have been better off if he lived with another family. But he didn't listen! And put him there. On the doorstep, like some delivery from the muggle mail! And look like that turned out!

"Where is he?" Minerva asked, her voice cracked with emotions.

"In one of the private rooms, he is sleeping" Madame Pomfrey answered.

"Can I see him?" Minerva asked

"Of course" and got up to show Minerva in to his room.

Minerva watched Harry sleep.

He looked so small and innocent, she took a piece of his messy hair behind his ear. He had pajamas on, he had bandages over his whole body. Cast on his wrist and his left leg.

He also had a drain from his stomach, slowly filling up with red-ish liquid.

"Have you told Albus yet?" Minerva asked as a single tear fell down from her eye.

"Not yet, I wanted to tell you first. I also need to send a letter to Mrs Weasley, apparently she found out a few days ago and told him to come here" poppy told her.

" you go send that letter, i am going to Albus" Minerva said bitterly. "One things is clear that, he i going to regret sending Harry to that place as she went for the door. "And that he is never returning" Minerva muttered. And vent to his office.

Madame Pomfrey think she never had seen Minerva so angry before. But she can't blame her, poppy thought as she started to write the letter to Mrs Weasley.

Albus Dumbledore was having a relaxing morning, there he only answering some letters and looking over some papers. But that was quickly changed when Minerva came storming in to his office.

" Albus! Where have to talk!" Minerva said in a stern voice.

"God day Minerva, lemon drop?" Albus offered.

"Don't lemon drop me Albus!" Minerva shouted. "How could sent Harry Potter to that place?!"

"To drivet drive? It was for his best Minerva, his mothers protection is strongest there, is safe there" Albus informed her

" Is that so, Albus? Then why is Potter now laying in the hospital wing, BEATENN UP BY HIS OWN FAMILY?!" Minerva shouted again. "How could you send him to there without checking he was fine?! You promised me that you where keeping an eye on him"

Albus was stunned "I was checking in on him, I had one of his neighbors watching him all the time." Albus reassured her " why? What happened?" Albus asked her.

"Poppy have him in the hospital wing he came to her and Told her that his uncle had beaten him up." Minerva told him angrily.

Minerva told Albus everything poppy had told her. His injuries now. What Harry had told poppy, and what the deeper diagnostic spell had showed. Albus was stunned

After a few minutes of silence, Minerva started talking again.

"Don't tell me you knew any of this?"

"I knew that he wasn't treated the best but I didn't know that it was that bad" Albus muttered sadly.

"He can't go back Albus"

"He have to, the bloodeda-" Albus started.

"I don't care about the blood wards Albus! He is not going back!" Minerva screamed.

"And where do you think he would go, he don't have any place else?" Albus argued.

"He can stay here Albus! Poppy can take her the Weasleys! I have no problem with taking him in myself if that what it would take!" Minerva stated.

Albus sighs

" alright I will speak with harry tomorrow" Albus said

"Good" Minerva said

Mrs. Weasley sat in her living nitting jumpers for Christmas. He kept thinking about the poor little boy. She hoped that Harry had gone to Madame Pomfrey and gotten healed. If he didn't she planned going to hogwarts and tell Professor Mcgonnacall her discovery's.

But then a hogwarts owl came in the window, Mrs. Weasley first thought that the twins had already gotten in trouble. She opened the letter in annoyed way but was surprised when she read it

Dear Mrs Weasley.

I am here to inform you that I have Harry Potter in the hospital wing with me and I have healed him. He is going to be okay and right now, he is sleeping. We are very thankful for you helps him to come to me. You are very welcome to come here and stay with him while he stays here a few days. We will probably contact you later this week for a talk.

Poppy Pomfrey.

Mrs Weasley sighed with relief, and had tears in her eyes.

She was so proud of him.