Hallelujah

Severus sat down in a chair beside the unconscious boy’s bed; his head was automatically in his hands, rubbing his temples. He didn’t want to believe it, but how could he ignore how he just had sex with, no, raped a young man. It was the one thing he had never participated in with the other Death Eaters. He had killed when it was necessary; which had been only once, and so he could save his status as loyal Death Eater. But he had never raped anyone.



He looked up as Poppy handed him a cup of tea, and patted his hand. “I didn’t want to.” He said in a soft whisper. Poppy Pomfrey was the only person whom he trusted with his darkest secrets. She had seen him at his worst, and considering Severus’ position that was bound to be often.



“I must take care of Mr. Potter, but I’ve called the Headmaster for you.” She said, she was still angry with Severus, but because of the curse used on him, she could understand some of what made his decision. “Feel free to use my office when he arrives.”



She immediately set to work checking on Harry, finding where he was broken and how bad off he was. She took vials of potions from her bags, and forced them down Harry’s throat. She healed wounds with the touch of her wand, and she soothed tight muscles that would ache for days as best as she could. She had to admit that she was no Healer, but as a Medi-Wizard, she was sure to do all she could for the boy, for some things his own magic would have to heal himself. There was nothing more she could do, other than let the boy rest, and hope that he woke soon and could tell her if she had missed anything.



Just as Poppy was finishing her work on Harry, the double doors to the Hospital Wing were flung open, and a blonde-headed boy ran in, wrapping his arms around the Potions Master. “Thank Merlin you’re alright, Sev.”



Severus looked at the boy with slight shock, “What do you mean, Draco?” He looked up as the Headmaster walked into the room.



“Voldemort is dead.” Dumbledore said to Severus. “According to Mr. Malfoy, as you and Harry port-keyed away, Harry shot some extremely powerful magic out at those who had,” he paused looking for the right word, “acquainted themselves with him negatively.”



“I wasn’t sure if he had done something to you as well. Father is dead, as is Voldemort, Aunt Bella, Crabbe and Goyle Senior, and a few other Death Eaters I didn’t know. I got out of there as fast as I could, and went to tell Professor Dumbledore.” Draco had been advised by Dumbledore to take the mark over the summer, so Severus wasn’t the only spy. Severus had done all he could to dissuade Draco from doing as the Headmaster wished, as he would only be used until the time Harry would kill Voldemort. Draco wanted to do all he could for the Order of the Phoenix, and he believed that this was the only way he could be of help.



Severus held his godson tightly for the loss of his once friend, and for the other’s father.



Draco looked at the still figure in the bed, “Is he alright?” It was no secret that the young blonde disliked the brunette, but it was a common misconception that the young Slytherin wished ill of his Gryffindor enemy. He knew what had happened to the boy was something that he wished on no one else.



“Physically, yes. He’s on the ill side, but I’ve fixed him up as well as I can. We’ll have to wait until he wakes up to assess his mental health.” Madame Pomfrey said from where she was standing in the doorway.



Severus stood to speak to the one person he looked upon as a father figure. “Albus, if I might speak to you.” He gestured to the open office as Poppy moved away. Draco sat in Severus’ empty seat and sighed at the pitiful sight in front of him.



“I don’t know what you did, Harry, but thank you.”

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“You mean to tell me that it was in YOUR plan to keep him there for that long? Albus, how could you? He’s just a little boy.” The shrill voice penetrated the darkness surrounding the youth. “He shouldn’t be expected to just take it. I don’t want to guess how his mental health would be faring if he were awake.”



If Harry had control over his facial muscles, he would have smiled at the idea of Mrs. Weasley berating the much older gentleman who headed the secret Order of the Phoenix.



“I agree with Mrs. Weasley, Albus.” The smooth voice of someone sitting next to him said. The voice was very familiar to the teen, one he had been aching to hear for the longest time.



“Sir’us.” Harry groaned happily. He wanted to say more, to hug his godfather, tell him how glad he was to see the other man. He couldn’t, however, but he settled for trying to open his eyes.



“Harry?” The man nearly shouted. “Harry, oh Merlin. Oh, thank God, you’re awake.”



“Harry?” The shrill, motherly voice said, coming closer to Harry’s hospital bed.



“Harry!” a younger voice said, “Harry’s up everyone!” Ron shouted into the hall.



“Now, wait just one moment,” a stern voice said, “only a couple people at a time, he’s only just woke, and I’d like to speak with him.”



“So would we!” Twin voices shouted.



“Well,” the stern voice said again, “I’m the medi-wizard here, so as I say goes; back into the hall with the lot of you. You as well, Mrs. Weasley, yes, yes, I know, but he needs checked over before he’s bombarded with questions.”



Harry felt the figure beside him start to stand, “You may stay, Mr. Black. I’m not going to force his guardian outside with that lot.”



“Thank you, Madam.” The smooth voice of his godfather said again. Harry cracked his eyes to look at him, and gave a weak smile.



“Sir’us” he said again, weakly. Sirius took Harry’s hand lying on his bed and gave a smile back as well.



“Glad you’re back with us, Harry.” He said before Madam Pomfrey came over.



“How are you, Harry?” the medi-witch asked.



“Sore. Hurts.” Harry said softly. He was actually in quite a lot of pain, but he wouldn’t come right out and say that.



“What hurts, dear?” she asked and did a simple diagnostic spell on him.



“Ever’thing.”



She clucked her tongue and spelled the bed to sit up slightly. She grabbed a cup of water, handed it to Sirius and told him to help Harry drink. She told Harry “Small sips,” but he knew from his various stays in the Hospital Wing how Madam Pomfrey wanted him to drink his water, take his potions, and eat his meals.



She grabbed a pain relief potion from the shelves as well as various nutrition potions and vitamin potions. She had nearly exhausted her stores of healing potions in the past few days on her favorite patient.



“Alright, dear, drink up.” She helped him drink his potions, to which he made faces at. She chuckled and imagined what Severus would say to those faces.



After he finished his potions, she sat down on the chair on the opposite side of Sirius. The man had yet to let go of his godson’s hand for more than a few seconds.



“Alright, love, we need to speak for a few minutes before I invite others in to see you. I’ll only let them in for a few minutes, and then I’ll send them on home. What do you remember happening last, Harry?”



Harry paled and looked up at one of the women he had come to trust over his years in school. “I was being led up to Voldemort, and he had us kneel in front of him. And after that I zoned out. I don’t remember much.” He admitted.



Madam Pomfrey nodded and rubbed his arm. “After that Severus got a hold of you and port-keyed you away. You managed to kill Voldemort and a few others with some spell we haven’t figured out yet. We wondered if perhaps you had an idea, but since you don’t remember, I doubt you do.”



“Who did I kill?” Harry asked softly. He hadn’t wanted to kill anyone other those who had repeatedly raped him and Voldemort.



“Well, Voldemort, obviously, Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle Senior, Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband and his brother, and Damien Parkinson.” Harry nodding accepting those he had killed, and recognizing that each of them had done something against him.



“How long was I there?” He asked.



“A little over three weeks,” Sirius said, “We wanted to go in and get you, but it wasn’t in the ‘Master Plan’. I hope you being kidnapped hadn’t been in the plan, either, or I really can’t forgive Dumbledore. I’m sorry, Harry. I tried going to hell and back to find you, but I suppose for the Death Eater’s sake, they wouldn’t let me in on your location, or how you were.” A rage filled Sirius, and Harry frowned a little.



“I’m okay, Sirius.” He squeezed Sirius’ hand and gave him a small smile.



Sirius gave a small smile as well, and brushed Harry’s hair away from his face. He noticed that the scar was fading.



Poppy smiled and stood, “Shall I let them in?”



Harry nodded and expected a good few hours of visitors. He did have his adopted family coming in after all.

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Three hours, several million hugs, songs from Fred and George, several games of exploding snap and gobblestones later, Harry was asleep again. Everyone had filed out and told Harry that they would be back to visit again in a day or so, and finally, Harry could rest.



One blonde walked in and sat down next to the sleeping boy, and settled in with a book. After a few minutes of trying to muffle the pages, a single green eye opened and took in the blonde.



“Malfoy?” Harry croaked accidentally.



“Hello, Potter.” Draco said, “You killed my father.” Harry almost expected to hear ‘prepare to die’ tagged on to the end of that sentence. “Thank you.” That was something he hadn’t expected to hear.



Harry gasped slightly, “What?”



“Thank you, for killing him. And Voldemort too, I suppose.”



Harry was flabbergasted; “I… why? I killed your father; you should be trying to kill me. Revenge and all that.”



“The only revenge I want is too late to give.” He paused and looked at his book before putting it down. “I’m sorry,” He said to the younger boy in the bed, “I know what he did to you, and for all the galleons in the world, I would never wish it upon you.” Harry looked down at the blanket covering his lower body. “He… showed me the same attention, and as much as I claimed to hate you, I couldn’t want that for you. I’m sorry.”



Harry froze. Lucius had raped Draco as well, Harry was glad he killed him. “I- for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” That was all he could say.



Draco shrugged and leaned back in the chair. “It’s over. The son of a bitch is dead. I--we—don’t have to deal with him again.”



Harry gave a small smile to the other boy and looked down at his sheets again. He really didn’t like anyone else knowing what he had been through the last three weeks.



“How are you?” Draco asked, looking honestly curious, and genuinely concerned.



“I’ve been better.” Harry said matter-of-factly and Draco nodded in understanding.



“Well, I guess I should let you rest then. Feel better.” He said, grabbing his book and moving to leave.



“Draco,” Harry called, and Draco turned around. “If… if you would like, I’ll probably be here for the next few days, if you would like to visit, I don’t think I would mind too much.”



Draco nodded, “I’ll see you then.” He turned and left the hospital wing feeling a little lighter than when he walked in.