Pain (Rewritten)

Title: Pain
Disclaimer: don’t own any not getting paid
Warning: Abuse, mention of rape, language, slash, lemon (maybe) a bit of OOCness with the characters.
Pairing: HP/SS
Beta: Thanks to my lovely beta Wingscythe02. Who has just been brilliant for all of her help. Cheers!

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Last Chapter:

Heading for his rooms because, Madam Pomfrey was not here for the summer so it would be up to him at this time to nurse Potter back to the living until he could get a hold of, Albus and, Pomfrey. Grabbing as many healing potions as was wise to give a person after he had settled, Potter down on his bed he started to force them down the young man’s throat along with a strong sleeping aid. For it would hurt once all the bones started to heal themselves and popping back into place. He cast a cleaning charm to clean all the dirt, grim, and blood that was caked onto him. Though it almost seemed not to help for the young mans skin was black and blue and in some spots greenish brown. He stopped for the moment and just looked really looked at the man before him and the state he was in. ‘I was so wrong about Potter. He’s not a brat at all. Just unloved and uncared for. So much like myself…’ Severus stopped his thinking right there it was no good to dwell up the past. He shook himself out of the thoughts and walked towards to floo to get a hold of Albus.

“Albus Dumbledore.” Severus said as he threw a bit of floo powered into the flames of the fireplace.

“What is it Severus? Has something happened?” A worried looking face of the Headmaster said as he looked out of the fire at him.

“You could say that. This evening Potter’s owl came and delivered a message to me since I was the only one here at that time. The entire message said was ‘Goodbye.’ Potter’s owl had blood on her feathers and her feathers where a bit ruffled like someone had been
handling her roughly. I checked quickly to see if it was hers but it wasn’t so I rushed out of here and went to check on Potter at his home. When I got there I had to force them to tell me where the boy was, I mean literally force them at wand point to tell me where he was. His Aunt finally told me he was in his room up the stairs so I went up. They kept him in a locked room Albus there was locks all the way down the door like they were afraid he would get out and attack them or some stupid thing.

I got the door open and walk into the room had barely anything in it at all just a small bed that was really no more then a thin blanket over springs really. Then also from the quick glance around had bars on his window. Then there was the boy is laying there on the floor in a pool of his own blood. He was covered in it. I ran over to check if he was breathing. He was but just barely and it was slowly starting to fade with the rest of him. His clothing had been pretty much torn into small shreds. Summoned a stretcher to put him on and then tried to summon all of his belonging to me so I could get out of that house as fast as possible. I only got three things of his, but that got me wondering about the rest of it. So I went back down stairs the boy floating on the stretcher behind me.

So I asked them and again with some wand pointing I got the Aunt to talk and she informs me that they had his things burned. So I looked into her mind just to make sure she was telling the truth. I watch as they make him take his own things out into the back yard and pile them up. Then as he begs for them not to do this and his Uncle tying him close to the fire to watch as he picks up the boys fire bolt and snaps it in half before lighting the end of it on fire and taunting him with it as his crying for them to stop, and his Uncle and his cousin stand there and laugh at him while they watch his things burn into ash.

I left I brought him back here and began to pour potions down his throat. Right now he is in a healing sleep. I used a cleansing charm to clean off all of the blood off him. It was not much better underneath the blood though he’s all black and blue and a bit of green in the mix as well.

He won’t ever go back there. They’d kill him if he did; they nearly did this time and would have if I have not gotten there when I did. He is not even out of it really he might be still. I am not really sure. I am not sure about how well this is going to be for his mental health either.” Albus just listened as Severus told him of what he had seen and happened. By the time the story was finished the twinkle that had been in Albus’ eyes had faded into nothingness.

“There’s part of this story that you are still not telling me. What happened to the muggles when you left?” Severus knew he was going to ask that and he sighed.

“I hexed them. Seeing the boy in that way made me see again why I has joined the Death Eaters in my youth and just how bad there hatred for anything different and magic is.”

“I know my dear boy. Well they will not be getting away with this. Once the boy is feeling better we will have them arrested and charged for their actions.” Albus said fiercely and Severus was reminded just how much the Dark Lord feared the man before him.

“Albus the potions can only heal him so far. I am not a trained Medi-Wizard so I can’t heal him all of the way. So far I have pretty much done all I can for him. Unless I make a potion to help the burses fade I can do nothing else really for him. Poppy is not here or I would have taken him straight away to her.” Severus finished his voice sounding defeated and tired.

“Well Severus I will go floo her and see if she can come here for awhile. Just to finish what you have started on the boy.” Albus’ head finished in a soft pop out of the middle of the fire. Severus sighed as he sat down ungracefully in a chair and stared into the fire waiting. About ten minutes later the fire turned green and out stepped Poppy. The Medi- Witch looked more upset then anytime he had ever seen her.

“Well Severus take me too him.” He got up out of the chair and looked at the fire as it turned green again this time, Albus stepping out of the fire. Severus motioned for them to follow him as he led them into his bedroom. Both on seeing, Harry gasped at the site of him. For he was deathly pale in the very little skin that was not blue, black or green they could see. His body had a sickly look to it as though he had not eaten in years. It scared, Severus to see him that way. The boy no young man he told himself firmly had always looked like his father, James so untouchable, so above all the rules of the world. But now he seemed so fragile, so breakable that one light blow of wind might cause him to crumble and yet still so innocent still after everything.

Poppy started her work the first moment she stepped into the room. She took out her wand muttered spell as she swept her wand over the young man’s body. A scroll appeared out of thin air and she grabbed it and began to read the list of injuries he had. Her eyes went wide and she gasped at what she read.